Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Summary: Stiles got a new job as a barman to work his way through college. (Y/N) has just turned 21; as soon as her eyes landed on Stiles, she became fascinated by him.
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: Requests are open!
There were two dresses to choose from; where you going to go
with the sexy black dress or the red dress that made you look ten years older? “(Y/N),
I think the black one.” Your best friend, Isadora, muttered before going back
to curling her hair. You had your hair curled, and make up done to perfection –
you loved doing make up and now that you were twenty-one, you were excited to
go out to the bar on the college campus.
“The black one it is,” You mused, slipping out of your nightie and squeezing into the dress. “Damn, girl. I’m going to have to beat the lads off you tonight.” You giggled slightly, blushing as she complimented you; you couldn’t deny it but you did look great – the dress made all your assets stick out perfectly.
Isadora was a natural beauty, she had the perfect blonde
hair that always had volume, straight pearl white teeth and a tan. She still
did her make-up and she looked more stunning than ever. “Says the one,” You
replied, teasing her as she shimmied into a gold jumpsuit pairing it with a
pair of black heels. You had red heels on that matched your lipstick, “Let’s
get going,” You cheered making your way to the taxi; not before double checking
“I’ll go and get drinks,” You shouted over the loud music
inside the bar, which was more of a night club. Izzie nodded, before you separated
– her going to get a booth. You leaned over the bar, trying to get the barman’s
attention who was an extremely handsome looking man. Tall; check. Brown eyes;
check. Brown hair; check. You looked at him with admiration and you knew if he
was on the other side of the bar, you’d start chatting him up. “How can I help
you?” A massive grin covered your face as his eyes met yours, “Two vodkas, one
red bull and one sprite.” The order fell off your tongue with ease; you and
Izzie have been best friends since high school and it was always the same alcohol
that you drank together. “Coming right up,” He winked, causing your heart to
As he walked away, you tried to fixed your dress and made sure that your twins were the perfect shape. You looked down the long bar to see that all the females were doing the same, their eyes following ever move that this man made – some even had, what you assumed, were their boyfriends with them. “Here you go, love.” He smiled, placing the drinks in front of you. You shoved the twenty dollars note in his direction but he declined, “On the house.” You blushed and muttered a thank you before grabbing the drinks and finding Isadora who was in the company of two men.
“(Y/N),” She squealed grabbing her vodka and sprite, “This
is Cameron and Jason – they’re both studying medicine.” You raised your eyebrow
impressed by their studies but not by their looks. Cameron was bleached blonde,
obviously dyed with a horrific tan line. Jason was on the prettier side
reaching about 6’4, muscular and bright blue eyes. “Nice to meet you,” You
shouted over the music, taking a sip of the drink through the straw.
Jason was chatting in your ear about the college and the
party life but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stranger behind the
bar. “Do you know him?” You suddenly cut Jason off before nodding over to the
barman. He laughed and nodded, “Stiles Stilinski, he’s been working here for a
few months now.” Stiles… You couldn’t help but fascinate over the name, it was
odd but it suited him. “Do you want a drink?” You asked Izzie who had a full
glass sitting in front of her, she shot you a weird look before turning her
attention back to Cameron. Your shoulders shrunk as you downed the rest of your
drink – it was your fourth one. This will be your fifth time going back up to
the bar, you were too tipsy to even be embarrassed. “I’ll be back,” You
muttered to no one in particular.
You took a seat on a vacant stool, waiting to get Stiles
attention. There were two other barmaids working but you chose the seat closer
to where he was cleaning down the counter. It was getting late, probably around
one am. The bar was slowly emptying so there wasn’t much of a line. “What can I
get you?” He asked, before looking up and pausing. “Vodka and red bull?” He
asked chuckling slightly, your cheeks reddened as you nodded, “Please.” You
shouted after him, as he went to the fridge to get a can of red bull. He placed
the drink in front of you, taking the note you handed him and putting it in the
till. You didn’t want to move from your spot, you looked back at your friend to
see her enjoying the company of Cameron - Jason nowhere to be seen.
“Stiles,” The brown eyed beauty yelled over the music, his hand coming towards you and you shook it without hesitation, “(Y/N).” He nodded, a smile on his face. “I haven’t seen you here before.”
“I just turned twenty-one.” You grinned with excitement, your leg bouncing on the foot rest. You didn’t want to say anything stupid, so you were beyond nervous. “Can I get a beer?” A deep voice yelled from beside you, Stiles nodded before smiling at you apologetically and getting back to work. You sighed as you stood up from the stool and began your way back to Izzie.
A song by Drake came on causing you to squeal and pull your
best friend to the dance floor – Cameron and Jason following. Jason placed his hands
on your hip as you grinded against him, not caring that you barely knew him.
You sang the lyrics at the top of your vocals, raising your hands in the air. Peeking
at the bar, you spotted Stiles looking in your direction – his elbows resting
on the counter top. You smiled at him before tearing yourself away from Jason’s
hold, walking towards the bar.
“Fancy seeing you here,” You teased, sitting on the stool in front of Stiles. “You’ve had about eight vodkas (Y/N), how are you not vomiting?” He laughed, wiping down the counter one last time before peeling off his apron. You blushed and looked away embarrassed, not wanting to admit that you’ve only drank three of the vodkas that you purchased from him – the rest laying untouched on the table.
“I’m a heavy weight,” You laughed, “Are you finished?” He nodded and waved goodbye to the girls who were continuing their shift. “Do you want a lift home?” You looked at him with wide eyes, “I’m not a serial killer,” He found it ironic since he was doing criminal justice. You glanced back at Izzie, who was making out with Cameron on the dance floor before nodding. “Please.”
You texted Isadora quickly, knowing that she would be safe
and she hasn’t drunk as much tonight before following Stiles out the backdoor. “Have
a good night?” He asked, you shrugged, “The best part was meeting you.” You
flirted, cringing as soon as the words left your mouth. “I did notice that you
were awfully fond of me.” He chuckled, you liked how he had a sense of
confidence about himself but it wasn’t too overloaded like Jason. “Well, you
are gorgeous.” You mused, leaning against his car door.
His eyebrows raised as
he stood in front of you, one hand resting beside your head. He was taller than you but not too tall and he had blatantly
obvious muscles that girls must fawn over. “Tell me, (Y/N), how many drinks did
you actually have tonight?” He bit his lip, looking down at your red stained ones before
meeting your eyes. “Three,” You replied honestly and he laughed, the sound was
like music to your ears. “Cute,” He mumbled, leaning closer to you.
Your heart rate picked up and your eyes fluttered closed just as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, him pulling away after one second but you pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He licked your bottom lip, begging for an entrance which you granted. You’ve been waiting all night to feel this sensation, and you never wanted it to stop. You pulled him down closer, causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.
He moved his hand down the fabric
of your dress, before reaching the hem of the skirt just below your arse. He
squeezed the cheeks before resting them on the back of your thigh, lifting you
up with ease. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walked over to the
bonnet of the car, resting out on top of it. He kissed down your neck, you let
your head fall back giving him more access.
The back door of the bar opened, a young man coming out with garbage bags which causing Stiles to pull away from you. “Should we take this somewhere?” You asked, sitting up on the bonnet, still close to his body. He nodded and helped you down, opening the passenger side door for you. “Thank you.”
You gave him directions to your shared apartment which was only a five-minute drive away. The drive was quiet with a slightly awkward aura floating around in the car. He pulled up outside the building before turning to face you, “I don’t think I should come in.” He muttered, not looking you in the eye. Your shoulders faltered and a frown covered your face. “I’m not that type of guy,” He continued, you nodded understanding where he was coming from. “How about I give you my number? I’d love to meet up for a coffee or a drink.” You said to him, grabbing a pen from the glove box and asking for his hand, where you wrote digits down. “Definitely.” He mumbled, trying to keep calm. Y
leaned in and pecked him on the lips, “Goodnight Stiles,” You left his car and
began walking up to the front of the building.Turning to face him, you let out a laugh as you saw he fist
bumped the air. His eyes widened when he seen that you saw that and he gave an
embarrassed wave in which you replied with blowing a kiss in his direction.