teen wolf stories

crazy in love || l.m. & s.s.

a few warnings: this contains swearing, sexual explicit content: masturbation, oral sex and sex. oh yeah, girl and girl, boy and girl. we've got everything. good reading!

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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 while going on about 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 boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski.

We had been together for almost six months now and I was very happy to be with him. He was so caring, understanding, a true gentleman! Stiles fulfilled every single thing I could ever dream in a partner. Without sounding like a complete dork, I was sure he was my soulmate, which might misguide you to think we don't have problems. That was definitely not the case. There was one very embarrassing thing that was bothering me a lot lately: sex. More specifically, the lack of it.

At first, everything was perfect. 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.

"Come on, we're friends. Tell me!"

"No, Lyds. It's... It's embarrassing." Biting my bottom lip, I lowered my gaze to the floor, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. "Let's just go back to math."

"Is it between you and Stiles?" The blonde cocked one of her eyebrows, curiosity infused on her traits. "It is, isn't it?"

"If I say it is, will you quit it?"

"We both know I won't. Just spill the beans, please!"

"Fine. It's not really a big deal, well, sort of, but I, I think Stiles doesn't find me attractive any more."

Lydia stared at me seriously for a split second before breaking down into a cheerful laughter, her digits sliding up my thigh, which, by the way, was making me a little bit nervous. Moving uncomfortably on my seat, I frowned; there was nothing funny on what said, why the hell was she like that?

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're silly!" The girl rolled her eyes, smiling gently at me afterwards. "Of course he finds attractive. You're his girlfriend and, believe me, there's no way he wouldn't think you're hot."

"Really?"

"Trust me, you're gorgeous and he's probably just worried with the things that's going on."

"You think so?"

The girl nodded, giving me a playful wink, then returning to her books. I licked my suddenly dry lips; she was right. I just didn't know how to crack my partner back to me. That was it. Maybe... Oh! A wide smile grew in my lips whilst I moved forward to poke Lydia on the shoulder.