The One Where ‘Its’ Hard
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Summary: Growing up together, Stiles had seen you shirtless millions of times but when he stays over one night, seeing you in your bra really does something for him.
A/N: i’m super, super sorry for not updating! i’ve been extremely busy and i also didn’t have many new ideas so i was working on all the unfinished imagines (there’s 318 by the way) but here’s some stiles fluff to make up for it! also thankyou for 1000 notes on my masterlist!
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“Stiles, you should really go talk to Scott,” you sigh, making up the couch for him. Stiles watches you, hugging his pillow against his chest, “I will, just… not yet. I’m not sure I can forgive him yet. My dad’s still very, very sick, y/n. If Scott had just listened to me about Theo – no – if he had just listened to me…”
“I know,” you mumble, turning to face him. You had never seen Stiles look so broken.
You hug him with the pillow between you two and he smiles slightly, “Thanks for letting me crash here. My house feels too empty.”
“No problem,” you smile, pulling away from him. Stiles sets his pillow down on the couch and flops onto it, “You have the comfiest couch in the world,” he sighs in satisfaction as he stares up at the ceiling.
“Well, bundle up because the heater is broken so it’s going to get a bit cold.”
“What?” he frowns. Stiles hated the cold more than anything.
“Hey, I said you could sleep up in my room – you’re the one who kept saying things would be weird and blah blah blah,” you say, making chattering motions with your hand.
You and Stiles had been best friends since you were children but things got a little weird a few months ago when he got drunk after he and Malia broke up and kissed you. Since then he had been awkward and careful from everything to sharing a bed to sharing a milkshake.
“I just – I think we need time to let things go back to normal.”
You roll your eyes, “You mean you need time – Stiles, you were upset and drunk and you kissed me and it was a mistake. I don’t see what the big deal is!”
Stiles exhales loudly and then sits upright, “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he piles up the pillows and blankets, “Just don’t kick me in your sleep,” he frowns, “Last time I slept in your bed I got a concussion.”
The best part about Stiles kissing you? You got to tease him with suggestive comments for the rest of eternity.
“Well, maybe you’ll get another one this time just… in a way that’s worth it,” you wink at him and he stiffens, “That’s so not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” you laugh. Stiles follows you upstairs and dunks his stuff onto his side of the bed, “Do you have anything I can wear?”
“Do you mean like panties?” you scoff.
“No,” he deadpans, “I mean like pyjamas or at least a sweater – it’s so cold.”
“I think I have something of Scott’s,” you say, digging through your drawers, “You guys stay over way too much.”
Stiles pulls his shirt over his head as you hand him the sweater.
“Have you been working out?” you raise a brow. Stiles looks down at his body and then shrugs, “A little,” he says with a satisfied smile. Once he settles into bed you begin to get changed- that is, until you hear Stiles’ outcry.
“WHA- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he yells with a hand over his eyes.
“What? You’ve seen me without a shirt on millions of times!”
“OKAY, BEING SHIRTLESS IN A KIDDY POOL WHEN YOU’RE 5 DOESN’T COUNT! YOU HAVE BOOBS NOW!”
“So what? You can walk around without a shirt on but I can’t? Plus, you’re Stiles – it’s like impossible for you to-“ you pause and your eyes widen suddenly when you notice him trying to subtly pull the sheets over his lower half – struggling to do so with one hand still over his eyes.
“Do you have a boner?” you chuckle, pulling a t-shirt over your head and walking over to the bed, yanking the sheets out of his hand.
“N-NO!” his cheeks had turned red and you were sure that were he to open his eyes, they would be filled with horror. He grabs around blindly, trying to find the sheets, “Give them back!”
“I can’t believe you got hard just from seeing me in a bra,” you laugh, doubling over.
Stiles’ eyes flutter open and he jumps out of bed, “YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE!”
He looks relieved to see you with a shirt on but still tries to look enraged.
“WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN ON PURPOSE! YOU’VE SEEN ME IN A BRA BEFORE! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT’D DO SOMETHING FOR YOU?!” you try not to laugh but god, it was way too funny.
“BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! YOU KNEW AFTER THAT KISS! YOU KNEW AND YOU’VE BEEN TEASING ME EVER SINCE!”
You’re not smiling anymore and instead you can feel your heart hammering against your chest, “I – I was just teasing you because – because you get so embarrassed, I didn’t – I –“
He’s in love with you? How could he possibly be in love with you?
From peeing your pants in first grade to getting your stomach pumped after getting alcohol poisoning at your sixteenth birthday, Stiles had seen it all. He had seen you at your worst and grossest and dorkiest.
Stiles’ eyes were wide now, “Wait, you – you didn’t know?”
“NO!” you suck in a deep breath, “Stiles, we’re best friends!”
“I know,” he sighs, walking towards you and stopping inches away before taking your hands in his, “But don’t you think it’d be kind of perfect? There’d be no pretending or awkwardness because we already like everything about each other – I mean, that’s why we’ve been best friends our whole lives, right? Tell me you haven’t felt this way? Tell me it’s never crossed your mind?”
“It hasn’t! Stiles – I’ve never felt that way about you – okay, maybe once when we were six and you let me eat your lunch because I forgot mine but I was six! What did I know about love?!”
“Well, what do you want me to do?!” he asks as you pull your hands out of his, “I can’t stop feeling this way! I don’t want to,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “It would be so easy, so uncomplicated – just me and you, like it’s always been.”
“If you tell me right now that you’ll never feel the same way – that you want me to bury my feelings – I will. They won’t be gone but-“
“No,” you mumble, stepping closer to him, “I don’t want you to do that it’s just… say we do date- say we date for a long time but then something goes wrong and we break up. What then? Do we stop being best friends? Because I would never want to lose you and you know how lousy I am at relationships.”
“Hey,” he says softly, cupping your face in his hands, “We will never stop being best friends because I will never stop loving you even if we break up. It’s just, we have something great together and I just want to give us a chance.”
You both stay silent, your breathing the only sound to be heard in the room. You place a hand over his, “Okay,” you smile, “But you gotta take care of that-“ you look down at his jeans, “-yourself.”
“Wha- huh? Oh, right?” he says consciously, “Yeah, we’re not going to do that on our first date.”
“This is a first date?”
His eyes widen, “No, I – of course our first date will be much, much cooler than this – I’ll take you to-“
“I think this is a pretty good first date,” you smirk, “Us, home alone, in my bed.”
Stiles swallows hard.
“Just us under the covers with Netflix playing the back while we…” you trail a finger down his stomach and stop at the band of his jeans before pulling away and reaching past him to pick up your phone off the table “… eat pizza,” you laugh, “I’ll order. What do you want?”
“I hate you,” Stiles sighs, blush flushing his cheeks as he flops face down onto your bed.