My first fanfic, Stiles is just that dazed. He is still getting used to all the supernatural, and he still hasn't yet to figure himself out completely. He is straight or at least he thinks he is... Stiles/Lydia Stiles/Danny
It was a Tuesday morning and Stiles hadn't gotten out of bed to ready himself for school. He had had a long night which he was accustomed to being that he was usually surrounded by teenage werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Stiles lied there asleep in only his boxers and dreaming of his favourite person, Lydia. He was having one of those dreams in which his teenage hormones raged and pulsated.
In this particular fantasy he dreamt of the flawless Lydia Martin walking towards him seductively and smoothly. Her stiletto Dolce&Gabbanna heels clicking against the floor beneath her. Stiles held his breath as he sat there wide eyed on his bed gazing upon her. His heart beat seemed to stop once she approached him. She pushed him back unto the bed gently, her hand caressing his bare chest.
Standing between Stiles legs she began to unbutton her blouse Lydia took her time slowing allowing Stiles to lose his mind with anticipation in the process. It was as if he had no control of the dream. Lydia, finally reaching the last button she removed her blouse casually dropping the silk garmet onto the hardwood floor beside Stiles' bed. Stiles perused his gaze all over Lydia's body, focusing on that hidden beneath her red laced brassiere.
Lydia placed her hands on boy's abdomen and slid them up and down. More down than up just to feel the throbbing member concealed by only a thin piece of fabric. Stiles shuddered at her touch he could feel his member now rock hard. He had yet to move his hands from beside him to touch Lydia's marvellous body, smooth and curvy. Lydia smirked at Stiles when she heard him grunt. She then proceeded to mount the teen, her skirt rising up as she positioned herself on his lap. Stiles could feel her through his boxers, the wetness seeping through her panties as she moved her hips back and forth on his lap.
Stiles was losing it. He could think of nothing else but the sensation of which he was now feeling. He leaned in to take advantage of the situation placing his lips on hers. Kissing passionately and wildly. He felt Lydia lick her tongue against his bottom lip asking for entry. He opened his lips and she pushed forward and kissed him even more deeply. Their tongues seeming to battle each other gracefully. Stiles placed his hands on her arched back and he brought them upon the bottom of her skirt rising it to reveal her soft yet firm... "STILES! GET UP NOW! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" She yelled but it wasn't her it was his father. And Stiles' dream came crashing down and fading away.
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