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Stiles Stilinski//Admirer

"I'm just saying, y/n, the guys in this town are not worth your time." Stiles tried talking me out of a date with one of the guys at my school. We are currently in my room while I pick out an outfit.

"If you give me a real reason not to go on this date, then I won't." I crossed my arms.

"He smells like ketchup." He blurted out instantly, causing me to laugh.

"Easily fixable with cologne."

"He isn't your type."

"How do you know my type?"

"I've known you since kindergarten. I know everything about you. Including your type."

"You don't know everything about me. Only the stuff I want you to know."

"Ask me anything." He stretched out across my bed with his arms behind his head.

I thought for a moment. "Who did I have my first kiss with in sophomore year?" I smirked.

"Well I would say Scott but we both know you really had your first kiss freshman year with Lydia."

I rolled my eyes. "Why and How do you know that?"

"You guys are best friends." He shrugged.

"But there's no way you could've known, Lydia is the only one who knew. And I know she didn't tell you because she promised she wouldn't."

"Fine. I saw you guys. It hurt a lot at first, considering you're my best friend and she was my crush. But after a few hours I realized neither of you had feelings for each other."

"Why didn't you tell me you saw that?" I laughed.

"It wasn't my business."

I set my dress back on the hanger and in my closet, then walked over to him.

"Just so you know, it never meant anything. We only did it because I asked her too. I wanted to get my first kiss out of the way so that I'd have the courage to kiss the guy I actually liked."

"You liked Scott? Do you still like Scott?" He sat up.

"No," I chuckled. "I never liked Scott. Not like that. The kiss with Scott was something because of a game of truth or dare. You know that, stiles."

"I know, I know. Who were you practicing for?"

I smiled. "That's something you'll never know my sweet, sweet stiles." I stood up and went back to my closet.

"The red one accentuates your body, and the black one makes your hair color stand out."

I looked at him with a small smile and blush. I put the black one back and took the red one off the hanger.

We stared at each other.

"Are you gonna sit there and watch me change?"

"Oh! Sorry. I should go home anyway. Let me know how it goes."

"I will."
————————
Stiles hadn't talked to me in a couple days, and I was worried. I made him some cookies and walked over to his house, his dad let me in and I went to his room.

The door was open and he was shirtless in nothing but a towel, talking to himself in the mirror.

I admired his features. The wet hair hanging by his face, his smooth back muscles flexing whenever he moved his arms.

"Are you checking me out?" He turned to face me.

"A little bit. Is that weird?"

He shook his head no and looked me up and down. "Are those for me?"

"Um. Yeah. You haven't been answering my texts so I figured you were ignoring me. So I thought I would make you cookies to make it up to you."

"What exactly are you making up for?" He took the plate and set it on his nightstand.

I walked through and closed the door behind me.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. I just don't want you to be upset with me anymore."

"Kevin told me what you guys did after your date."

"Stiles I don't know what Kevin told you, but we didn't even get through our date."

"What? Why not?"

"He tried getting touchy under the table and I obviously had to put him in his place, which he of course didn't like. So he left me with the bill and made me walk home."

"Why didn't you call me? I would've picked you up."

"It was late and I don't want you to have to keep dropping everything for me."

I looked down at the water dripping down his chest and abs.

"I'm sorry, can you put some clothes on?"

"Yeah, turn around."

I nodded and turned to face his door. I heard him put some shorts on. After a moment I slightly turned to look at him. Which of course he noticed.

"You get one look and you suddenly can't keep your eyes off me." He laughed. I stayed quiet and stared at the door.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.

Stiles stood in front of me shirtless. What the hell is happening?

"Stiles." I whispered.

I felt him exhale and it sent chills through my body. I knew my heart rate was picking up from the proximity.

He backed up with a smile. "I'm just messing around." He chuckled.

I faked a laugh. "Right."

"So what do you want to do today?" He asked.

"Stiles you can't just do that and then act like it didn't."

"Come on. I was just messing around. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

I let out a shaky breath. "I can't believe I'm even telling you this right now, but you just turned me on so much."

His eyes widened, then he chuckled. "That's funny, hilarious. You got me good." He grabbed a shirt and started to put it on, but I grabbed his hand lightly.

"During truth or dare that night, you left right before it was my turn... Lydia was going to dare me to kiss you but since you left she knew the only other person I would even remotely be comfortable kissing was Scott..."

"It was a setup just so you could kiss me?"

I nodded. "It was supposed to be you, not Scott."

He smiled before turning away. "So you liked me back then?"

"Then and now..."

"Now? Like right now?"

"Yes, hence the staring and being turned on."

In one quick motion, he grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. Our lips harshly yet lovingly colliding.

My hands gripped the sides of his shirt as we stood there making out.

"Stiles what the hell is taking so- oh." Scott smiled.

Instead of being embarrassed and separating, I used my foot to shut the door.

"Stiles you still have to take me to practice!" Scott yelled through the door.

We pulled apart and laughed.

"I'll be here waiting for you after practice. Don't bother showering, you're just gonna get sweaty again." I winked and opened the door.

He blushed lightly and grabbed his lacrosse bag.

"I love you." He pecked my lips as as walked out of his room.

"I love you too." I smiled.

"Help yourself if you get hungry or thirsty."

"I always do."