I loved him to death, he was the best boyfriend I could ever have, it's just... he's a bit too perfect?
He has told me countless times that he doesn't want to pressure me into anything, but I can tell the sexual tension constantly gets to him.
He wants faster, rougher, just like I do- he's just afraid to give it to me.
So who better than to rant to than the sex-expert, Lydia. "I don't know. I want more. Like, a lot more.
But it never happens." I shrugged. "He's just afraid. Under all that nerdish exterior, is probably three years worth of expertise porn." Lydia smirked, wiggling her eyes brows. "I don't think so." I shook my head. "He's just- too vanilla. You know?"
Stiles's POV.
What are they saying?" I quickly rushed at Scott. I knew every time Y/N went to Lydia, it was to rant. And a rant- that was usually about me. "I don't think you really wanna know." Scott winced, turning around to me from the corner.
I rolled my eyes. "Just tell me you big baby." "Stiles, I'm serious. You don't really-" "Scott." I chuckled. "Come on, it's not like she's breaking up with me." His silence scared the hell out of me. "Right?" I confirmed, leaning in. He sighed and quickly tried to explain.
"It's nothing big-" "Oh my god." I breathed out, running my hands through my hair.
She's breaking up with me. What did I do? Should I apologize?" "Stiles!" Scott snapped me from my rambling.
I didn't exactly hear those words." "Then what exactly did you hear because there's quite a difference between 'I love him' and 'I'm breaking up with him'." I sarcastically grumbled.
All she said was that you're too vanilla." Scott huffed. "Vanilla? Scott, what the hell. Are you sure you heard right?" I said, cinching my eyebrows. "Yes." He sighed. "Wh-what the hell does vanilla mean? Too sweet?" I raised an eyebrow, throwing my arms spastically.
Stiles-" Scott almost laughed. "It means like, the sex." My eyes widened as my mouth slightly dropped. "What.. Uh, what about it?" I stumbled. "It means like, too soft. Too slow." He shrugged. I was trying to process this, but nothing was happening. "So, she wants like... Rough sex?" I asked.
Scott groaned and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. God, how did you even get laid by her in the first place." "Hey." I snapped. "It happens to be because we love each other." "Yeah, well, she obviously want a lot more love." Scott scoffed.
