do you want to have sex with me, yes or no??
stiles stilinski x reader
summary: it had been a week since stiles kissed you, and you began to question how he was feeling. lucky for you, nothing with stiles ever goes the way you expect it to
okay this is the scene from new girl in s2 ep19 where nick and jess fight and make out, and i just think that stiles stilinski has such nick miller vibes
i want to be clear that i did use a lot of the exact language from in the scene! a large chunk of the dialogue is not my work and is from the show, i just wanted to envision it in a stiles x reader sense! does that make sense lol
obvi all involved are 18+! no explicit smut, but mdni!! fbi!stiles but it's new girl vibes where you live with scott, isaac, and stiles.
you sat on top of the kitchen island, a soft blanket around your shoulders and ben and jerry pint in hand. you sat in humiliation, shoving the ice cream into your mouth as you recounted earlier at stiles' unit holiday party.
stiles was grabbing drinks for you and scott, talking your ear off about something you couldn't quite remember. you were too busy staring at his lips as he spoke, the two drinks in you flooding your brain with memories of your first kiss with stiles last week. you could still feel his lips on yours, and it gave you butterflies every time you thought about it. you hadn't spoken about it since, but the combination of the alcohol and seeing him somewhat dressed up made you feel bolder.
he handed you a glass, your fingers brushing long enough to ignite something inside of you. and by the look on his face, it seemed as though he felt the same.
"stilinski! good to see you, pretty boy," a voice echoed as you turned to see an utterly gorgeous woman walk up to your group. stiles' face immediately turned pale, panic apparent on his features. she slapped his ass with a wink, earning shocked faces from you and scott.
"who'd you bring tonight?" she sat with her arm resting on his shoulder, eyeing you up and down.
stiles sat wide-eyed, glancing between the two of you as he cleared his throat. "oh uh, well, chief, i-i mean, nora... you know... scott,"
nora gave him a wink, flustering the alpha. his response didn't give you much confidence.
"and this is, um..." your name fell from his lips, trailing off as he stared at you. nora gave him a weird look.
you raised your eyes at him. "yeah stiles, who am i?"
"this is my... um... fr-, uh... room...mate...?"
you scoffed, downing the rest of your wine before handing the empty glass to scott. he flashed you a pained smile.
"it was nice to meet you, nora. scott, i'll see you at home. have a good night, guys."
you left the bar, hearing stiles call after you in the distance. you bounded towards your apartment, ignoring the regret in your heart at your immediate reaction to the entire situation.
you hadn't meant to get so jealous. it was just one kiss. one, hot, hungry kiss. but that was all. you weren't together, and stiles didn't need to justify himself to you. he hadn't brought it up since it happened, and you were beginning to wonder if he wasn't thinking about it the same way you were.
you pouted and sat in your discomfort, hands wet from the condensation of the pint. you heard the turn of the lock in your silence and instinctively pulled your blanket tighter.
stiles walked in slowly, eyes still glazed from the night previous activities. he approached with caution, an unknown tension in the air leaving you both on guard. he took a deep breath.
"well, i've got some explaining to do—"
"shut up," you shovled another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. he stared back at you, lips pursed.
"i'm really glad her name is nora, you know? really rubs the dirt in it." stiles cringed as you referenced his fling last year with derek's sister.
you let out a strained, short laugh. "what's next? lia? heather? ha!"
"listen, (y/n), okay. look, i need to talk to you about something. last night when we were drunk, you told me you want me."
you froze instantly, but jumped to play it off. you let out a scoff, making mockery at the idea he'd even suggest that. "pfft, shut up, stiles."
"you put your hand in my pocket. you said this little piggy wants to go to the market." he deadpanned at you.
"if that's something you were just saying, that's fine, that's cool. we'll move on and won't talk about it," you ran you hands up your temples, memories of last night flooding your brain.
"but it is something i've thought a lot about. and you never said anything about it, and we haven't talked about anything over the past week, and so i didn't know if this piggy was, you know, was available to other markets, and... you know, i didn't know. and—"
"WHAT are you talking about?!"
"do you want to have sex with me yes or no?!"
the both of you stood frozen, staring at each other with wide eyes.
"i mean no! yes, i mean, i did! i did, before i knew you were doing all that with your boss!" you quipped, quickly saying anything you could to take it back.
stiles huffed, his hands in the air, but his eyes still gave away his shock. "fine! forget the boss!"
you scoffed back at him and crossed your arms. "yeah well, you know, i just thought it was nice seeing you trying at something at work, you know. applying yourself more."
stiles' face contorted into confusion.
"that's why you're more attached to me??"
"you're a fucking golddigger!" he promclaimed. your jaw dropped in awe that he would even suggest such a thing.
"that's what you just said!" crossing his arms, stiles stood taller as though he'd won the argument.
"if i were a gold digger, do you think i'd go for you, stiles? you spend $20 a week on groceries, and it's exclusively on microwavable burritos!"
he stood firm in his accusation. "gold digger!"
"what? i'm not a freaking golddigger!"
"i'm so disappointed in you."
"shut up! i am not a gold digger!"
there was a pause between the two of you, heavy tension suddenly filling the room. you felt hot, the quiet exasperating your senses and overwhelming you. stiles was quick to notice the change in the air, taking advantage of it and stepping closer to you. he never lost your eyes, bringing a falter to your knees.
you softly cleared your throat, internaling deciding to match his energy. you took a step closer to him as well, now nearly chest to chest.
stiles looked down at you, his eyes immediately and shamelessly on your lips. "then prove it."
you took the final step that closed the gap between you, attaching your lips to his with force. he kissed back instantly, his hands firm on your waist. everything about it was hungry, an overdue release of tension that had been building for far too long.
it didn't take long for the initial kiss to intensify, stiles' hands rough in your hair as you trailed your hot lips down his cool neck, the sensation alone sure to leave burn marks.
nothing about what was happening was quiet. you groaned against each other's lips, each kiss wet and noisy. stiles took you firmly by the shoulders and backed you towards the dinner table, never once daring to remove his lips from yours. a sharp gasp left your lips.
this is the moment you'd both been waiting for since your first kiss a week ago, and nothing was about to stop you.
stiles took another step, miscalculating how close you were to the table already. his foot landed harshly on yours, immediately pulling you out of the moment.
you bent over to grab your foot, looking up at him to gawk at him. "stiles, what the hell??"
"i'm sorry, get your damn foot out of the way! shut up and keep kissing me, right now!"
you let out a huff of frustration and swung your head upwards, aggressively colliding with his. sharp groans harmonized throughout the loft.
stiles grabbed his nose. "what the actual hell was that!"
"get your damn head out of the way!" you echoed his words back to him, finger pointing at his chest.
"you're fucking impossible. you are such a mess!"
"you are the most insufferable person. ever!"
"why are so you annoying all of the time?"
"shut up and take off your clothes right now. i mean it, take off your clothes."
your response caught in your throat as you heard him, but you don't let it throw you off for long. you couldn't dare let him know he had that effect on you (you think as you began to unbutton your flannel).
"you are the worst, stilinski! i still cannot believe you calling me a gold digger. you actively do not believe in banks. what am i supposed to do with that!"
stiles was shoving everything off the kitchen table as quickly as he could, groaning in frustration as you rambled on. he grabbed the last few tools off the table and turned to you with a fury.
"stop talking! this is not the time to be talking! take off your shirt!" as he yelled at you, his hands flew out in exaggeration to gesture towards your half-unbuttoned shirt.
there was a loud CRACK as his left hand made contact with the 4-foot aquarium in the middle of the kitchen, glass and saltwater flooding the room around them. you both stood in shock as you watched isaac's new lionfish flop for dear life on the ground.
"holy shit, isaac's gonna kill us."
