in his flannel
stiles stilinski x fem!reader (no (y/n) use)
summary: you show up for a study session in a particular choice of clothing
wc: ~900
a best friends to lovers trope is at no moment NOT running through my head. i'm also entirely thinking of buzzcut!stiles in this
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when stiles opened the door, his mouth was dry on impact. there you stood, innocent and ready to study for your upcoming test -- in his flannel. he didn’t remember when it came into your possession, but he didn’t care.
he didnt even know he wanted so badly to see you in his clothing, until now, where he just can't seem to take his eyes off of you.
you.
in his shirt.
"stiles? can i come in, or..."
you spoke suddenly, breaking stiles from his trance. he shook his head dramatically, cringing at his first impression at the door.
"yeah jesus sorry, come in."
he stepped out of the way, making small talk as you made your way to his room, unloading your textbooks and notes across his bed. you sprawled out, laying on your stomach as you began to flip through the pages. stiles' eyes once again fell to the way his flannel fell against the curves of your body, his own feeling too hot suddenly.
he hadn't really thought of you this way before. okay, that was a lie, but he never took it seriously. he’d known you forever, and anytime he felt you unconsciously slip into his thoughts, he felt embarrassed to be thinking of his best friend like that and pushed it away. but now, seeing a shirt he had worn a few days earlier now draped over what he can only presume as your bare torso, he was torn between feelings of cuteness aggression and wanting to rip the shirt off of you.
you could sense the gaze, looking towards his frame slumped at his desk, smiling as he turned away as though he'd been caught.
he cleared his throat. "so. where do you want to start?"
you weighed your response carefully.
stiles had left his flannel in your car the other night after dropping him off, and you hadn't taken it off since. originally, you'd put it in your backpack to bring to him the next day, however after being sleepless long enough, you grabbed it, hoping the extra warmth would send you dreaming.
you were awake the rest of the night.
you couldn't get over the smell. when his scent first hit your nose, you found it calming, sure it would bring you a sense of comfort and immediately put you to sleep. as it turns out, it was taunting.
with the smell of espresso and fresh linen overwhelming you, the only thing on your mind was stiles. everything about him, every memory of you two, every accidental touch -- suddenly, it was all you could think about.
in the back of your mind, you always knew there was something special about him. something deeper within him that drew the two of you together. stiles made you feel every single thing with so much more passion, so much more intention. but you'd brushed it off, convincing yourself you were crazy.
that he didn't feel that way.
but he was flustered, and you hoped you were right about why.
"so, where do you want to start?"
you let out a hum, toying with the topmost button on his flannel, blushing as you noticed his eyes honed in on your actions. you sat up slowly, trying to build any ounce of courage you had.
"i want to start with why you're being so weird today."
stiles cleared his thoat, scratching the back of his head and turning back towards his desk. he shuffled his papers. "I, uh I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm being completely normal."
you sat up facing him, tugging at his sleeves. "sti-"
"why are you wearing my shirt?"
your eyes shot up and you frowned immediately. suddenly uncomfortable, you wrapped your arms around your waist and looked down.
"oh, im sorry, you left it in my car and I didn't think it would be--"
"no no it's okay i just-"
"-- an issue, i have a sweatshirt in my bag I can--"
"-- i like it"
you looked up at him, completely silent. your brain fought hard to process what he said and how you could be reading it incorrectly.
"you..."
"i'm sorry, i, that sounded weird, jesus. i just mean its fine that you, you know you're wearing it, and--"
"stiles."
he shut up. he knew he was rambling and he just hoped he wasn’t reading the situation incorrectly. he locked eyes with you, anxious and listless.
"i wore it so you would notice."
stiles felt hot again.
he took a shaky breath, trying to think past the growing tension in the room. he wheeled his chair closer where you were sitting.
"oh"
you swung your feet over the edge of the bed.
"yeah"
both of you would swear that time stopped. the air got thick, and the moment was a blur. you don't know who made the first move, but suddenly you were both standing, your lips against each other in a relieving kiss. neither of you had allowed yourselves to imagine this moment seriously, yet here it was, and you had no idea how you’d lived without it before this.
his lips moved sweetly across yours, nervous but needy. it felt like forever before you pulled away, your body impatiently reminding you of its need to breathe.
both of you blushed, foreheads touching as you relished in the moment.
"i think i'm going to start forgetting my clothes around you more often."
