#buzzcut stiles

ᝰ NOTE — yesyesyes he needs more attention he’s so silly also so sorry this took me forever😞 i’m trying to get through some requests!!

SUMMARY — it’s your mission to get stiles flustered and nervous everyday OR three times you made stiles way too flustered + the one time he made you flustered.

PAIRING — bsf!stiles x bsf!reader

ONE. COMPLIMENTS & HUGGING

the harsh sting of cold autumn air bit at your bare arms, but you were getting used to ignoring it.

this was the fifth lacrosse game of the season, and although you had a general idea of what was going on—you were really only there to support your friends. it didn’t hurt that your best friend was unknowingly super hot and sat on the bench talking to you most of the time.

and if he was playing? holy shit.

he was unknowingly hot. meaning—when he does play—he gets all sweaty, out of breath and panting, and he’s fully unaware of the affect he has on you. it still baffles you that ’nobody’ finds him attractive. you didn’t believe it.

you wanted to jump his bones daily.

him being nerdy about the things he likes? that’s hot. him twitching his fingers around when he’s thinking or when he’s nervous? put them inside.

the point was, he was hot. and he had no idea.

sure, the buzzcut itself wasn’t the best, and it definitely fucked with his confidence, but it wasn’t bad at all. he had a nice jaw and head shape.

but right now, that didn’t matter. all that mattered was stiles’ stick having the ball in it.

you stood up, cheering with the rest of the crowd. this was one of the last shots on a very close game, a deciding play.

“yeah! go stiles!” — things along that line.

you were sure he heard you, because when he did make it in, he looked right at you. he smiled, you could tell through his helmet, and then waved.

he fucking waved at you.

he felt like an idiot in that moment, up until you waved back with a proud smile. the moment weighed on him, hearing and feeling the praise of his team around him. of you.

he won the game. he helped win the game. he got the winning shot.

you hold back, even though it’s the last thing you want to do right now, and you let him have his moment. but that doesn’t mean you didn’t slowly trail down to the field and watch him with nothing short of admiration and lust.

so when stiles finally broke free from his teammates, he ran up to you. scott could smell the anxiety and need from both of you.

“did you see? i did it! i got the fucking winning shot! you saw, right? you saw?” he was rambling on about his win while you just nodded, staring into his wide honey eyes.

“i saw, you did so good. you were amazing.” as soon as the words came out of your mouth, he was quiet. not in the silent, upset way, but like he realized something.

you pulled yourself on him in a hug, your arms around his neck while his fell still. like if he moved, it was all over.

he smiled, cheeky and shy and all too cutely nervous for himself. “thanks.” he mumbled as he hesitantly wrapped an arm around you.

you nodded while pulling away slowly, giving him another once-over.

“oh, don’t mind how gross and sweaty i am.” he laughed nervously, cheeks slightly more red than usual—from both lacrosse and you.

he was nervous.

he didn’t want you to be grossed out by him, but he felt like he needed to apologize. even if it meant drawing more attention to what he didn’t want you to notice.

he wasn’t expecting you to pull him in for another hug. “i don’t care, stiles.”

stiles was beaming.

TWO. HOLDING HANDS & CHEEK KISSES

the sickly sweet smell of greasy curly fries and corndogs wafted into your nose the moment you pulled into the autumn-fair’s parking lot.

it took only minor begging from you and stiles to convince scott to come along.

aka, stiles begged him in private so that he didn’t make a total idiot of himself. if you and him went alone, he would think about dates with you, dating you, doing things that people do when they’re dating. ultimately he would get borderline embarrassing with how nervous he got.

“i’m so excited. stiles, what are we riding first?”

it was nothing. merely you addressing him specifically. but it made his head spin and his stomach twirl.

he hummed, feigning casualty. “the zipper or the spinny one.”

scott snorted. “which spinny one?”

“the gravity one?” you asked and stiles nodded, holding back on bickering with scott. “we should do the zipper first.”

once you got close enough to see all of the rides, after getting your wristbands, you held yourself back from running.

scott was still getting his wristband, and stiles looked the same as you. ready to make a run for it.

“go ahead, guys. it’s a two-person ride, and i need to find allison anyway.” scott said as you nodded, grabbing stiles hand and sprinting away.

stiles was caught off guard.

you were holding his hand. scott invited allison. this looks like a double date. he wants it to be a double date. do you want it to be a date?

you tugged on his hand, “stiles, c’mon.”

he smiled against himself and sped up.

he was expecting you to let go of his hand once he was going a speed you liked. but your hand never dropped. in fact, you readjusted to thread your fingers between his.

the classic romantic hand-hold.

on the ride you let go, of course, and stiles thought that was that. but once the two of you were off the ride, you laced your hand with his.

“don’t wanna get lost in the crowd.” you explained, but didn’t let go even after the crowd.

you approached scott and allison with a deep grin on your face that only got more shy as you watched them notice your hands.

allison’s eyes widened, and she silently asked “what’s going on?” with her face. you shook your head and smiled.

“what’s next?” scott asked, getting everyones attention. stiles started listing off rides, planning when to take a break and eat, when to go to the small shops, etc.

once all four of you decided on a plan, you went out and did it. a few rides held all of you, or you would go in duos. sometimes you and stiles, sometimes you and allison.

after the fair closed, after stiles dropped scott and allison off at the mccall house, it was your turn to be taken home.

stiles took off toward your house, actually going the speed limit and taking as many extra roads as he could. he wanted as much time as he could get with you.

you were sitting in silence, the only sound being your music coming from his beat-up speakers.

“thanks for taking us today, stiles. i had a great time.” you said as he pulled into your driveway, unbuckling your seatbelt.

he chuckled nervously, “yeah, no, of course. i had fun too.” he tapped against the steering wheel with his fingers, barely tilting his head toward you. he wouldn’t make eye contact.

it almost made you rethink your next move.

almost.

you leaned toward him as you opened the door, placing one unmistakable kiss on his cheek. “goodnight.” you whispered as you got out, not looking back to see his reaction.

stiles was frozen, mouth hanging open, jaw slack as he stared at the back of your retreating figure.

“oh.”

THREE. KISSING “PRACTICE”

the end of the school year. you were slightly disappointed that nothing had come of yours and stiles’ relationship, but it was reasonable. the plan was to tell him by the end of the year, but then of course werewolves got involved.

throughout all—werewolves, girlfriends, peter hale—you, stiles, and scott stayed a loyal trio.

but it had been a month since the last supernatural issue, coming up on the last day of the school year. you knew you would probably have to make the first move for anything to happen, but you wished stiles could take hints.

instead, you were laid on his bed with him. comfortably sunk in the corner, your legs draped over his lap. he had a hand rested on your knee, but it was anything but casual.

constant twitching.

light, almost ticklish, strokes every now and then, like he wanted to be physically with you but didn’t know how to.

your last conversation had ended a few minutes ago, now just watching a movie. your choice, since he had just made you watch all of star wars after finding out you hadn’t seen any.

so you sat in silence, taking small peeks at an oblivious stiles while he intensely watched the rom-com he swore he hated.

all normal. expected. comfortable.

until the movie shows the main couple making out, stiles readjusts. you notice, but ignore it. until he moves again, looking over to you.

“don’t you think that would be awkward? basically having sex in front of all those cameras?” he asked, motioning to the tv. you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from you.

“they’re just kissing, stiles. and they get paid so much, they don’t need to care.”

he scoffs, “and grinding, and look—he just took her shirt off! what are you making me watch?”

you laugh, harder now. “making you? you’re watching them kiss so intensely i could go home and you wouldn’t notice until the movie was over.”

his mouth flies open, jaw dropped dramatically. “i would notice! and you put the movie on, i don’t personally like watching people have sex.”

“i don’t either! and you’re trying to tell me you don’t watch porn?” you giggled, seeing how red his face got.

“no! i don’t need to. i have my imagination.”

you fake gagged. “oh i did not need to know that.” he pouted while you had another thought. maybe one you shouldn’t ask, but do anyway. “how would you know what to imagine without porn? i know you haven’t had your first kiss, much less fucked.”

he looked like a fish out of water. his mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say.

“and whose fault is that?” he retorted.

you scrunched your nose, trying to think of what else he could mean. “mine? do you want me to kiss you?” a wave of confidence rushed over you as you said that and leaned close with a playful pucker.

when he didn’t move away, just looked at your lips and back to your eyes with a shaky breath, you leaned into him with all seriousness.

playfulness gone, your breath on his face, he nodded just barely.

and you kissed him.

+ ONE. HICKIES

“y/n, what is that? is that a hickey?” issac asked, getting everyones attention. he then looked to stiles, “really, stiles?”

lydia giggled, and you didn’t say anything when stiles simply shrugged. but he caught the glare.

the ’we’ll talk about this later’ look.

the group burst in loud conversation. nothing bad, just lighthearted teasing and jokes.

“this is your fault, y’know.” you said, feigning annoyance through your smile. he just nodded with his typical shit-eating grin.

“i know. and it was so worth it.”

a/n This is a teen wolf rewrite with a McCall reader and it’s a stiles x reader endgame story. I will be doing one episode per chapter and will hopefully get through the entire series! please give me tips or anything else to help me through, hope you enjoy!

I’ve been friends with Stiles for almost as long as Scott has. He brought Stiles home one day and I guess I just wouldn’t leave them alone until Scott let me play with them, and that was that. Best friends ever since. I’m a year younger than them both but it doesn’t feel like it since I got to skip a grade a few years ago.

I wake up early for the first day back at school, and dress up in my new outfit I bought last week just to start the school year off well. Andd maybe try to grab the attention of a certain overly-energetic-buzzcut boy who’s been obsessed with the same girl since 2nd grade. Or maybe this is my opportunity to find someone new. I’m happy with either at this point. 

When I’m ready I realise Scott still hasn’t gotten out of bed for school yet so I grab one of my cushions, sneak into his room and throw it at his face while shouting, “Time to get up!!” I hear his groans and smile, satisfied. He pulls off his blankets and starts getting up but I quickly see the bandage on his side. “Woah woah woah Scott, what the fuck?” “What?” He asks confused, rubbing his eyes. “What the hell happened to you?” I point at the bandage and he cringes looking at it.  “It’s a long story. Now get out so I can change.” He mutters and I cross my arms under my chest and give him a look to tell him that I’m not leaving until he tells me. “Uh fine.” 

Scott goes through the events of the night before, from nearly killing Stiles with a bat to being bitten by what he thinks is a wolf, (there aren’t any in California right?) I keep that thought to myself. 

We go to the bathroom and I pull out the first-aid kit. “You should have woken me up.” I tell him as I take off the large dressing. I grab some antiseptic wipes and start tending to the wound. “What so you could have complained the whole time about how you need your ‘beauty sleep’” He teases and I level him a glare. “No, so that this could be treated properly rather than leaving it to get an infection.” I snap and reapply a new dressing. He looks down.  “Sorry.” I nod and walk out to my own bedroom.

I walk to school alone as usual and beat Scott despite him travelling by bike.

I see Stiles parking his Jeep and walk towards him. He gets out and sees me and starts smiling, it almost makes me falter. “Hey y/-“  “You, Stiles Stilinski, are an absolute idiot! Do you have any idea how bad that could have been for Scott?! He’s lucky to be alive and so are you based on the fact that you were looking for a dead body!” He cringes and rubs the back of his neck. “Scott told you huh?” “No. I saw his poor attempt at dealing with the wound and made him tell me. Sometimes you are so- ugh!” I yell and turn around to walk away. 

I feel Stiles grab my wrist and he pulls me back around towards him. “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t think it through. I just got excited about something finally happening here.”  “Don’t you think we’re lucky that nothing like that normally happens?” He looks to the floor and I realise that he’s still holding my wrist. He seems to realise too because he let’s go pretty quickly and turns away a little.  “Next time I swear I’ll think it through. I promise. Just please don’t be mad? I don’t want to start the new year with you being mad at me.” I think for a moment and look at his puppy eyes.  “Fine! But next time you decide to do something stupid and impulsive, give me some warning? Please.” “Deal!” He grins. 

It’s not long until we see Scott ride in on his bike and we walk over to him. “Let me see then.” Stiles says to my annoyance, before Scott lifts up his shirt to reveal a massive bandage with blood on it, “Ouch. Did it really need a bandage that big?” He glances at me.  “Yep. I’m gonna have to pick up some more later if you’re not gonna tell mom.”

We start walking towards the school building. “It was too dark to see much but I think it might have been a wolf.” Scott says and I glance at Stiles to see the same confused look I had when he told me. “A wolf bit you?” Scott nods. “No, not a chance.” “I heard a wolf howling.” “No you didn’t.” “What do you mean ‘no I didn’t’, I know what I heard.” “Because California doesn’t have wolves ok?” “I knew it!” I chime in after him. Scott glances at me, then back at Stiles. “Really?” “Yes really. There are no wolves in California.” Stiles says.

“Alright, well if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body.” “Are you kidding me?” Stiles says suddenly excited. “No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.” “Yeah well that’s what you get.” I mumble more to myself than anyone else. They didn’t seem to hear anyway.  “Oh, God. That is freaking awesome. I mean this is seriously going to be the best thing that’s happened to this town since- the birth of Lydia Martin.” I see Lydia walk past with that smug smirk she always has an roll my eyes. “Hey Lydia! You look… like you’re gonna ignore me.” I snort a little “You’re the cause of this you know?” He turns to Scott. “Dragging us down in your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association.”  “Oh you’re definitely a nerd.” I say as we hear the bell and start to walk in.

I’m in a different class to Scott and Stiles for our first lesson, so when I see Scott staring at a girl I’ve never seen before I get a little confused. I stand behind him and watch Lydia befriend her quickly.  “Tell me how new girl is here all of 5 minutes, and she’s already hanging out with Lydia’s clique?” My friend from biology asks.  “Because she’s hot.” Stiles replies a little breathlessly. “Beautiful people herd together.” “And on that note.” I take her arm, rolling my eyes again, “we’re leaving. Bye boys, and er Scott?” He hums in acknowledgment, “you’re drooling.” He’s looks up a little started and wipes his mouth to find nothing there, I laugh and walk away with Angela. 

I went to the Lacrosse warm up tryouts to watch, as I always do and hear Allison ask about Scott. I try to hide my smile and make a mental note to tell Scott later. I watch as Scott suddenly becomes able to stop each ball from entering the goal. I cheer a little every time, and I’m stood up cheering when he catches one thrown by Jackson with Stiles and Lydia. 

The next day were the actual tryouts. Me and Stiles had called the night before where he told me that he had found wolf hair on the half-body they had. I mean I guess it was always possible but that meant Scott probably did get bitten by one. And that he’s even more lucky to be alive. 

I cheer on Scott but I can’t help this nagging voice in my head that’s telling me that this is impossible. But I try my best to just feel happy for him. The coach calls him over and for a moment I think that despite his impossible performance, coach wasn’t going to let him play first line, like he had dreamt. But then he said that Scott had made it and I stood up and clapped for him. 

I walked over to Stiles as Scott was celebrating. “Hey.” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder as I sat down next to him. He glances at me, biting his nails. “Hey.” I carefully take the hand from his mouth and place them in his lap, letting him play with my fingers, “thanks.” He whispers. I rest my head on his shoulder and look at his nervous face. “Why do I get the feeling you’re having the same thoughts as me?” I ask, and he turns to me. “About Scott?” I nod.  “I know he’s been working hard over the summer but…”  “Oh thank god. I know it’s gonna sounds crazy but I think it has something to do with the bite.” “Me too.” “Do you wanna come over to mine after school to look into it more? I know you like researching.” He chuckles nervously. I think for a moment.  “Yeah, sure.”

When we get to his house we start researching into as much as we can find out werewolves, it’s not the prettiest thing to research.

Scott makes both of us jump when he knocks on the door. Stiles opens the door, tell him to come in and starts rambling. “We’ve been up all night reading. Websites, books. All this information.” “How much adderall have you had today?” Scott asks Stiles “A lot.” I reply, smiling and rubbing my eyes tiredly. “Doesn’t matter. Okay, just listen.” Scott glances at me as if questioning what it’s about. I give him a look to say ‘this is serious’ and he turns back to Stiles.  “Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” I move my legs so Scott could join me on the bed.  “No, they’re still questioning people, even Derek Hale.” “Oh, the guy in the woods that we say the other day?”  “Yeah.”

“Anyway, that’s not what this is about! Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.” Stiles says seriously. “The wolf, the bite in the woods.” I half listen to Stiles as he rambles on about packs of wolfs and why the howl etc etc.

“Why are you wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.” Scott gets up, quite clearly fed up of Stiles’s rambling. “Look I saw you on the field the yesterday. Okay, what you did wasn’t just amazing, all right? It was impossible.” “Yeah so I made a good shot.”  “No! You made an incredible shot. I mean, the way you moved, you’re reflexes?” “People can’t suddenly do that Scott, at least not without drugs.” I add onto Stiles’s point. “Okay! Guys, I can’t think about this now! We’ll talk tomorrow?” “Tomorrow? What? No! The full moon’s tonight! Don’t you get it?”  “What are you trying to do? I just made first line, I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?” 

I sit up, “We’re trying to help.” I say sternly. “You’re cursed Scott.” Stiles adds, sounding increasingly worried. “And it’s not just that the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it’s peak.” “Bloodlust?” Scott asks but I can hear the sarcasm that Stiles doesn’t pick up on.  “Yeah, your urge to kill.”  “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill Stiles.” “Listen to this,” Stiles pulls out a book we picked up from the library, “change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. All right? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I’m gonna call her right now.” 

Stiles gets and starts searching Scott’s bag for his phone. “What are you doing?” Scott asks. “I’m cancelling the date.” Next thing I know, Scott’s slammed Stiles against the wall and is holding a fist up to his face.  “Scott.” I stand up and slowly walk over. “Scott we’re just trying to help.” He let’s out an angry groan and pushes the chair over, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry.” He whispers to Stiles, before grabbing his bag and walking out, saying a sorry to me as well. I don’t reply either. 

Stiles lifts up the chair knocked over to reveal scratch marks. And that sick feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach becomes suddenly heavier at the site. “Hey…” I come behind Stiles and place a hand on his shoulder, “you alright?” He nods but doesn’t respond. I place another hand on him and trying to encourage him to face me. I see him worried and slightly teary-eyed, and I pull him into a hug. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. We’ll figure this out.” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair with one hand and rubbing circles on his back with the other. 

He pulls back and wipes a few stray tears. “I need to go to that party to keep an eye on him. Wanna come with?” He asks hopeful. “I’ve gotta go home and study, I don’t wanna get behind. Call me if anything happens though.” He nods. “Ok. At least pick me a shirt to wear?” I laugh and nod.  “Of course, need you looking your best in case Lydia finally notices you right?” He chuckles as I open his cupboard and start searching. 

✨Buzzcut Stiles✨ + Tracksuit

(Art tagged with my Insta Handle!)

Huge, huge thank you’s to @thedaughterofkings and @stilesbansheequeen for helping me with this lil thing. Bless them <3 (it’s on AO3 here!!!)

-

When Stiles walks into the loft, Derek doesn't even look up, too engrossed in the book he's reading. The only reason he lifts his eyes is because Stiles is positively radiating nervousness. With scrunched up eyebrows he takes in Stiles biting his lip, and then his eyes travel up slightly higher, and oh.

Derek's mouth drops open, absolutely stunned.

Stiles no longer has a mop of hair on his head. Instead, he's got a buzzcut. A buzzcut he hasn't had since he was a sophomore in high school. He looks so much younger than the 25 year old he is now. Derek is completely speechless.

pairing — bsf!stiles x bsf!reader

warnings — suggestive, nothing really

word count — 1.7k

a/n — i wrote this with buzzcut stiles in mind until the end and i haven't been reading a lot for teen wolf so it's probably really ooc but whatever🤷‍♀️ i didnt feel like proofreading so lmk if you see any mistakes! part two here

thinking about . . . bsf!reader and stiles talking about virginity. first base, second base, further.

thinking about . . . stiles having to admit he'd never even kissed a girl, much less had any actual use for a condom. the one time he did completely failed.

thinking about . . . the way his cheeks would flush when he admits it, his fingers twitching with his usual nerves and embarrassment.

"no, i’ve never—i mean, uh—"

"wait, have you not had your first kiss?" you were hoping he wouldn't notice the smile that crossed your lips. it wasn't amusement, or anything condescending, the question itself was out of pure curiosity. definitely not because you liked him. but the thought of stiles having no experience, you kinda liked.

"i'm not judging. i was just curious." he met your eye after that, a slow and subtle sigh leaving his lips. he readjusted in his seat, jerking his hips forward to lean further back on your couch. "i have not had my first kiss, but i'm sure i'm not missing out on much."

a silence followed his response. one, because it was a fat (and really bad) lie. and two, because you're now trying not to bust from the sight of him alone.

"that was the worst lie i've ever heard from you." he quickly nodded. "yeah."

another silence. another pause.

"do you want to?" you asked him, seeing his eyes flicker with curiosity and surprise. "want to.. kiss you?"

you nodded, now realizing just how bad your suggestion could turn out. you could've just ruined everything. but no, stiles is a teenage boy, he wouldn't be upset about a chance to kiss a girl. no matter who it was. right?

you could feel yourself tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, subconsciously gnawing on it.

stiles on the other hand, was dying. his lifelong crush and best friend just offered to be his first kiss, of course he wants to say yeah. but what if his breath stinks? what if, what if, what if?

his brain is going a million miles an hour, maybe double what it normally does, and your stupidly suductive lip-biting had him feeling like he short-circuited.

"i mean, yeah, obviously."

you had to restrain yourself from smacking your own head. why did you choose him of all people to be annoyingly in love with?

"right, obviously." you rolled your eyes playfully, sitting up to face stiles. when he didn't move, you motioned to come closer. "c'mon stiles, i'm not about to sit on your lap."

he moved to lean up, inching closer. but his hands were held out in the air, clearly not sure where to put them. you couldn't help the quiet giggle that escaped your lips while you grabbed and moved his hands.

you placed them loosely on your waist. "just relax and be comfortable. confident. if something's wrong, i'll tell you, okay?" he nodded, and you could feel his fingers flex against you. he adjusted them slightly, venturing further down, closer to your hips. "is that okay?"

you nodded with a laugh, putting your own hands on his shoulders. a shiver went down his spine, ticklish to his buzzing nerves.

then you leaned in, stopping right as your lips brushed his. you wanted to make it hot, you wanted him to feel how you do for him. and granted, you couldn't do that with just a kiss, but you could definitely make him think about it.

you pulled back less than an inch, feeling his warm breath fan over your mouth, then pushed forward, finally connecting with him. he kissed back, and although it was a little awkward, a little erratic, you liked it. it was stiles.

but you wanted more, and you were pretty sure stiles did. he would randomly push further, like he was going to take control, then he would soften out. you pulled away for a second, no more than a couple inches, and make eye contact with stiles.

his eyes were droopy, flickering back and forth from your eyes to your lips. his lips were parted and slightly plump, darker red than before, and his breathing was heavy and irregular. fast then slow, then shallow.

you were going to be the death of him.

but before either of you could say something, or ruin the quiet moment, you kissed him again.

this time you were taking even more control, a need to be closer to him taking over. your lips began to open more, your tongue diving into his mouth. the clashing of your teeth and your tongues. it was rough, but it felt oddly comforting.

at some point you raised your body subtly, getting leverage over stiles. his hands were gripping your waist tighter, an underlying possessiveness to it that you were blissfully unaware of. all you cared about right now was how hot it was.

he was holding you so rough but so gently, so possessively but so shyly, it was confusing your already need-foggy head.

your mouth slipped away from his own, lips pressing wet, open-mouth kisses across his rosy cheeks and jawline. aside from the obvious reddening from your makeout, his rosy cheeks were a feature you noticed that were always present.

his now grown out buzzcut used to help bring attention to his face. his cute little button nose, his sharp jawline, the constellation of moles scattered down his face. when your lips came across one, they got a gentle and sweet peck.

your leg swung over his lap, putting you on top of him. the position was more confortable, but it was obviously going to have an effect on stiles.

through yout descent, you found a specific spot right below his ear. a spot that, with a suck, a kiss, a nibble, would cause a noise to escape stiles. it was just a soft exhale, but it was jagged in comparison to his smooth breaths. you could feel his body tense under you, along with a rapidly growing bulge. it brushed against your clothed clit, the smallest squeak coming from you that only made stiles hornier.

"fuck." he quietly mumbled in a groan, feeling your lips smirk against his pulse. you slowly continued down until you reached his shirts collar.

pulling away to look at him and decide what to do next, you found his eyes to be scrunched shut, mouth parted and lips glossed over with a mix of your spit and his. a decent sized hickey right where you just were, a proud smile on your face.

"stiles." he opened his eyes, meeting yours. he noticed the way your kiss-swollen lips were smiling in the most mischievous way he’s ever seen. "mhm?" he hummed, missing the way your lips felt on him.

"do you—what do you want?"

a quiet pause, one where stiles’ brain is trying to catch up to the present.

oh.

oh.

the position, his still firm grip, your cold fingers just barely under the bottom hem of his tshirt. what does he want?

"well, what—what do you want?" you smiled, rolling your eyes. deciding to take control again, you murmured, "it better not be like this every time." he nodded, watching the way you took off his shirt so delicately. then he realized what you said.

"wait, every time? you mean we get to do this again?"

you paused, not even realized what you said basically just outright told him your feelings. and now you have to try to have a serious conversation while he’s shirtless.

"well, if you want to."

"do you want to?"

"this isn't about me."

"how is this not about you?"

seeing him get a little frustrated at your defiance, a smile spread on your face. "you have a lot of questions." his facade of serious expression faltered, a loving smile replacing it. "i do. like, why are we doing this?"

your smile however, dropped at that question. you were hoping to get out of it, out of saying it.

"you've never done it. i'm helping you out." he nodded, but it clearly wasn't convincing him. "i'm doing it because i like you, not because i need to kiss someone."

you heartbeat quickened at his confession, "you what?"

"do you like me? or is this just to give me a first kiss?" his expression was light, but the playfulness was gone. "i like you." that was all he needed to hear before kissing you again.

it was surprisingly more heated now, backed by unspoken feelings coming out. it was messy, hot, and wet.

stiles was subconsciously digging his fingers into your side harder, his hips rocking. he was pressing you down, everything rubbing right where it needed to. he let out soft whimpers, ones that he would be embarrassed of if he wasn't achingly hard right now.

you were overwhelmed. with pleasure, with the sight of stiles. his arms, every muscle and every vein, were bulged and covered with a sheer film of sweat from the steamy room. his hands were on you, far enough down that your eyes could make out every ridge in them. and his hair? the small, thin group of dark brown hair, course and slightly wavy, that travelled from his belly button down. it lead your eyes until his pants were in view, blocking the rest.

he started to get more confident. a lot more.

his hands were wandering, cupping your neck and jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbones. his other hand was sliding up your back, his hand bringing warmth to your skin.

he stopped when his fingers hit your bra, pulling away breathless. "d'you wanna go upstairs?" you asked, referring to your bedroom. he licked his lips, nodding slightly.

he watched you get off of him and the couch, your hips having extra sway as you reached the bottom of the stairs. when he realized he was still on the couch, he hopped up with his usual high energy, practically running to follow you.