**warning: they make out and he gets shirtless ayee**

Your POV

It was getting dark outside, the sun had started setting and it was coming close to time. Tonight was the night of all nights.

Stiles was playing his first game.

Yeah, you'd been extremely happy for him. Honestly though, it was the only thing he cared about ever since he found out. Multiple times this week, you'd been trying to tell him all your good news. Like, how you'd gotten a promotion at work or how, after all the studying you did, you actually got an A on Harris's exam. But anything you said to him, never amounted to his spot on the field.

The thinking on your bed was interrupted by the doorbell downstairs. You skipped downstairs, and swung open the door, revealing Stiles. Already in uniform.

"Don't you change in the.... locker rooms?" I trailed off as he came in.

"Yeah, but I couldn't wait. Can you believe I'm playing tonight?!" He said loudly, grabbing my shoulders and shaking them. I laughed lightly.

"Well, you've only been telling me all week Stiles. How could I not by now?" I said, giving a short laugh at the end. His smile only grew.

"Come on! The games about to start! I can't be late!" He said dragging me out the door, barely allowing me to put on shoes.

~ @ the game ~

"And Beacon Hills wins again, scoring hard against the visiting team. With.. Stilinski scoring almost all the goals!"

The rest of the team that was on the bench, ran out along with me and most of the school in the stands. The team started to hold up players, including Stiles. If he smiled any bigger, I'm sure that his cheeks would rip. He looked to me and lifted his arms up as I clapped. The team let him down as they ran to the locker rooms, Stiles ran over to me. He gripped my waist and lifted me up in the air. I put my hands on his shoulders to help keep me up as I laughed. He set me down and I stumbled into him. I looked up and saw him smiling at me.

"So, did it work?" He panted, putting a piece of hair behind my ear. I titled my head.

"Did what work?" I asked as I looked into my best friends eyes. Well, my crush. Did I mention that?

"Did wha- what work? You mean, you didn't figure it out? Jesus, I thought yo-"

"Spit it out. What did I now know?" I said, putting my hands on his shoulders. I stared into his eyes, waiting for an answer.

"This whole week, I was telling you that I made first line hoping you'd actually think I could play the sport. I wanted to be the guy who would play the sport and everyone would love him. Every girl had a dream to date this guy, this star player. Not that I wants multiple girls. Just one. And just, to impress her, for her to have something to tell people when they ask who he is, for her to have something to be proud of when she tells people.... That's my boyfriend. I wanted it to be you. I wanted to impress you, hoping you would fall for me like the girls do for the jocks. So, y/n, did it work?" He exclaimed, his smile almost covering the major blush all over his face.

I was struck in awe. My crush just proclaimed that he's been trying to impress me. Me.

"Stiles, you don't have to impress me." I said, shaking my head.

"Of course I do. I can't have you falling for some other hot jock." He shrugged.

"The only hot jock I want, is you." I said, slightly laughing.

"You think I'm hot?" He smirked getting even closer.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't know how you don't have multiple girls. Like, your hair recently is just so long and gelled up, it's unbelievable how sexy you look with it and just you changing out of uniform, your back muscles are so prominent it's insane, and just the rest of your body is just-" I was rambling on, which was probably a bad idea, telling him how much control he had over my girl hormones. His eyes were filling with confidence by the second. I just hoped he didn't realize how hot he was, that he was capable of having someone way hotter than me.

"There's no one hotter than you." He smirked. I was speaking out loud, and this is now extremely awkward.

He put his mouth next to my ear, his hot breath giving me shivers down my spine.

"Maybe.... We could see just how hot the rest of my body is." He whispered, nervously, I could tell by he dips in his voice. He'd obviously never tried to seduce anyone, but, God, it was working.

He pulled his face back, looking for any signs of rejection. I smirked right back at him and whispered in his ear.

"Wow Stiles, moving quick and we haven't even made out. Hmm, if only.." I trailed off, leaning away from him. His eyes got big and once he registered what I'd said, he grabbed me by the waist and the back of my neck, matching his lips to mine. I immediately responded with my lips.

For never having a girlfriend, he was doing oddly amazing. He surprised me by licking my bottom lip and biting it, causing me to gasp. His tongue met mine and I'll say it. This was the best first make out I could've ever had.

We were now gasping and moaning into each other's mouths when Stiles reluctantly pulled away. We both took much needed breaths of air, when I went straight back for his lips. I heard him hum in surprise, then mumbled on my lips.

"I definitely don't want you with some other jock. I'd miss this too much." He breathed and went back to my lips, his hands exploring the curves of my body, the occasional fingers slipping under my shirt.

"I can tell." I smirked, taking a peek at the tent that had grown in his shorts. He stopped kissing me and looked down.

"Ah-I'm, I didn't mean to, it's just you're so- and we were-" He stuttered, his arm muscles tensing.

"Stiles, it's ok. As long as I'm the one who gets to fix it."

His head shot up, eyes almost popping out of his head. He grabbed my wrist and made me follow him to his jeep. He opened the door and I crawled to the back, him following. We started making out again as I discarded his jersey.

My hands slipped down his abs and he heavily breathed as I touched the top of his shorts.

"Oh m- uh."

I slightly laughed and kissed his lips.

"I mean, do you wanna do this?" I questioned, sitting back for a second. His pulled me closer and we were now centimeters apart.

"Of course, I mean, obviously, why not- I mean, I just... I've waited a long time for this. Not just this, but you. I've waited so long to actually have you. So before I mess this up or you change your mind.... Will you be my girlfriend?" He said.

I smiled. This boy stopped me from giving him complete pleasure to ask me out.

"Of course, Stiles. I wouldn't wanna be with anyone else." And with that, I kissed him. Again. And again.

He was smiling the whole time, probably mirroring my face. Suddenly, a buzz went off and Stiles's phone lit up in his pocket. He groaned and grabbed it, checking the message... from Scott.

'dude did it work?'

Stiles threw his phone on the floor and started kissing me again. I laughed and pulled away.

"You aren't gonna tell him your 'master plan' worked?" I lifted my eyebrow. He pulled me back and I fell on top of him, a squeal erupting from my lips.

"Scott can wait." He mumbled, putting his hands on the back of my neck.

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