Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
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A/n: I hope you will like it! I am going to post about Dylan next, probably will write something about stuart and dave! What do you think? Let me know! Have you got a song for this one shots?
It was a weird period for y/n and Stiles. They had been the best of friends since they were kids playing around, going through hard times together and standing next to each other, but they felt something was changing deep inside both of them.
Stiles used to be overprotective and y/n found herself crying on some nights because she couldn't afford the heaviness of not being loved by someone she loved so much. Crying herself out because she couldn't understand why she had to feel that way towards her only best friend so she slowly became scared from these feels.
An afternoon like another they went to the library because they had to study maths due to an important test and decided to do it together as they always did since middle school. He would have helped her with maths and she would have helped him with literature and history, two subjects Stiles didn't really want to get himself into. As they arrived to the library they opened their books and started reading them. Stiles occasionally stood up a few times to grab any book that could have helped them and each time y/n realized she lingered her sight on him more than she should. She looked at his veiny hands touching the pages, his jaw clenching as he concentrated and his honey eyes scanning the pages.
He's your best friend, she thought. She shook her head.
"..y/n? Are you okay?" Stiles furrowed his brows and looked at her concerned. "I am okay, don't worry." she softly smiled taking the book and keeping on reading it. He opened another book and started reading it pointing some lines with his index finger. They kept on studying and glanced at each other sometimes. Careful not to be caught. She liked to watch him bite softly the pen he was using because she could partly see the tongue she has wondered of sometimes, or when he pinched the bridge of his nose and passed an hand through his hair. Y/n loved all those details.
"Y/n, tell me what's wrong. I am honestly concerned about you. You look so pale." He suddenly put an hand on hers and she suddenly felt the heat burning her cheeks. His touch burned her as hers burned him.
"I-i'm fine, I just need to stand up." she stood up getting into the hallway to her left. He followed after. She had her eyes closed trying to steady her breath when she felt both of his hands on her waist pulling her close to him. She had his upturned nose on her jaw now while he was whispering. "Stop me." "Why?" She whispered back with her voice breaking down her throat. He wandered his hands up her waist turning her to face him, he smirked and they were now inches from one another.
"Because I won't be able to stop myself."
She got even closer almost lingering her lips on his leaving him needy and whispered back.
"Then don't."
He leaned in and kissed her softly, softly caressing her cheeks and pushing himself closer and closer to her 'till two became one.
