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pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.
warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you're under eighteen, don't tell your parents.
word count: 5,2k+
Notebooks, pens, books and bags were all scattered across my room's big desk as my best friend, Lydia Martin, tried to explain to me a math exercise I had no idea how I should solve. She had her long strawberry blonde hair up in a messy bun, her green eyes sparkling with excitement whilst babbling how I should divide the square x to turn into something I didn't quite know. To be honest, I was a bit lost; not because she was a bad teacher, but due to my mind constantly going straight to my very handsome boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski.
We had been together for almost six months now and I was incredibly happy to be with him. He was adorably caring, understanding, a perfect gentleman! Stiles fulfilled every single detail I could ever dream in a partner. Without sounding like a complete dork, he was truly my soulmate, which might misguide you to think we don't have problems; it isn't true. There was one very embarrassing thing that was bothering me a lot lately: sex. More specifically, the lack of it.
At first, it was all perfect; I mean, damn, Stilinski! He has a way with those pretty lips of his that gets my legs all wobbly and, man, don't even get me started on the rest. We had an undeniable chemistry, yet, in the last month, he apparently lost the interest in me. Also, it wasn't like I hadn't tried to get the brown haired man to notice I wanted to go further than our heated make out sessions... Nevertheless, Stiles seemed to have developed an immunity to my seduction tactics. Or, maybe, I just wasn't good at turning him on as I thought I was. Yes, that was probably it.
An annoyed sigh left my lips as I dropped my pen on the desk, leaning back against the cushioned chair. Lydia, due to my sudden actions, quickly stopped talking to glare at me confused, her arms tightly crossed against her chest.
"What is wrong with you?" She quizzed, one of her small hands touching my knee. "You have been acting weird all day long..."
"Uh, it's nothing." I shook my head effusively, knowing perfectly already that she wouldn't buy my answer.
