Scott is your brother.

Y/n's POV-

Stiles leaves two hours later and drives Aiden home - who along with me and Jacob - is the drunkest.

"Bed now Jacob and Y/n." My dad says.

Why though? I want to party!

"But I'm a tiger, I don't sleep." Jacob says then leaps onto all fours.

"Oh yes you do. Come on my laddie." Dad groans and says firmly.

Party pooper.

"You too." Derek says to me.

Party pooper.

"Nu-uh." I cross my arms.

Derek shakes his head, "Come on." He chuckles.

"You'll have to catch me first!" I scream.

I then start sprinting around the house. Derek immediately starts chasing me then he catches me and lifts me up bridal style.

"You're so fucking fit! You know that right?" I exclaim as he lifted me up easy as pie.

Derek laughs and rubs the back of his neck. I'm the drunkest out of us all as I'm absolutely ratted. Next is Aiden who's hammered closely followed by Mr Jacob Y/l/n who's plastered. Derek drops me on the bed and goes into my bathroom. He comes out with my blue and white electric toothbrush with a slab of purple toothpaste and shoves it in my gob and brushes my teeth for me. He grabs my hand and takes me into my bathroom so I can spit it out.

"Are you staying?" I question the boy I love.

"Do you want me to?" He asks hopefully.

I nod quickly with a lot of enthusiasm.

"Give me your shirt!" I declare at the boy.

Derek takes it off with a worried look on his face.

Why's he fecking worried?

I strip off there and then because why not? When I take off my top I see Derek looking but he snaps out of his daze when I start to fumble with my bra strap.

"Chuck us me pj bottoms please? They under my pillow." I ask urgently standing there in my Superman knickers and matching bra.

I pull off my superhero themed knickers and lob them into my almost overflowing wash basket full to the brim of absolute style! I slip on my pj bottoms Derek gave me and I try again on my bra strap but I can't do it to save my life.

"Derek!" I scream.

He runs out of my ensuite bathroom topless and in light grey plaid pj bottoms.

"What's wrong?" He asks, eyes darting around my room.

Why would he think owt is wrong?

Boys.

"I can't do my bra strap I'm too drunk." I whine.

"Come here then princess." He mumbles.

I walk over and turn my back facing the gorgeous lad and I hold my hair out the way. I then feel the tinest ping and I know he's done it. He grabs my bra straps and pulls them down my arm looking downwards, his body pressed against mine.

"Turn around Y/n/n." He mumbles into my ear.

So I do and he pulls me off my *-cup bra. He groans when he's done it and quickly turns around after a quick cheeky scan but it was for a split second, that's when he then groaned. I pull on Derek's t-shirt I whined for earlier and I see Derek has chucked my bra on the floor.

I bellyflop onto my bed and I hear Derek say: "Ten!" Loudly.

I duck under the covers and start trying to play peeka-boo but Derek doesn't want to play.

Party pooper.

"Sleep now." He whispers.

I cuddle into him and he wraps his right arm around my shoulders as my face is looking towards his toned chest. I bend my right arm and I play with his fingers.

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I wake up being spooned by Derek my crush and best friend - again yes boys - with his yesterday's t-shirt on in my pj bottoms. I have no headache because I can handle my drink and even if I'm ratted I wake up with no hangover.

"Derek?" I whisper gently.

"Morning stunning girly." He complements in that groggy and sexy morning voice.

We have lots of little nicknames for each other.

"Stop it! I embarrassed myself didn't I?" I groan after I realised I how extremely ratted I was last night.

"First you refused to go to bed - you probably wanted to party. Then you sprinted away from me around your house when I tried to encourage you to bed. I caught you then had to bridal style carry you up your steep stairs and as I carried you you said to me in this exact voice: You're so fucking fit! You know that right?-"

"Oh Jesus..." I mumble.

"I haven't finished Y/n/n." He takes a breath, "Then I dumped you on your bed and did your teeth. I led you to your gold and emerald ensuite obviously to spit it out. You asked me if I was staying and I said do you want me to. You nodded yes. We went back into your room. So after that you begged me for my t-shirt. You proceeded to just strip there and then so I turned away, you then asked in bra and pants for your pj bottoms so I chucked them you-"

"Fucking fuck ma life." I exclaim but Derek shushes me.

"So you put your pjs on whilst I used the bathroom to get changed and do my teeth. You screamed my name so I ran in thinking something was wrong but you asked me to undo your bra because you were too drunk. So I unclasped it, pulled down your straps, turned you around and pulled it off. You just stood there topless staring at me smiling so I turned around and you put my t-shirt on. You then decided dearest Y/n to bellyflop onto your bed and I yelled: ten! After this you crawled under your sheets and tried to get me to play peeka-boo with you. I refused then got into bed myself. You then cuddled up to me so I put my arm around your shoulder. You then bent your arm and grabbed my arm and started playing with my fingers. Then I woke up like this just like you." Derek finishes.

"Jesus shucking Christ! I'm so so sorry." I squeam embarrassed at my action's.

Derek laughs into my neck as he's buried his head in it.

"Don't be, I love waking up like this." He mumbles into my neck.

"Me too-"

"How do you sleep with Mason, Liam and Stiles?" Derek suddenly asks sternly.

What he means by that is that me, Liam, Mason are a best friend trio. Plus Stiles is like my brother and Scott's best friend so I've grown up with him. So we've shared a bed before. That is, until we were fifteen and me and Stiles became friends with benefits. There was no romantic feelings but we grew up together and felt comfortable to have that sort of fun together. Scott was disappointed with Stiles but forgave him after a week. This is still going on today, two years later. I know Stiles is in love with Lydia, he always have been. He's so close to getting her; a lot like I'm so close to admitting my feelings for Derek to the fit guy best friend myself. Derek doesn't know me and Stiles are friends with benefits although he knows I have one. He doesn't approve.

"Someone sounds a tad jealous. But not like this don't worry. I lay on my belly to start off with Mason, he's on his back. But within five minutes with Mason I'm normally clinging for dear life at the end of the bed because the 'intense' king does the star fish in his sleep. I normally end up waking up on the floor in a corner with a hoodie of Mason's on because he wouldn't let me have a his quilt or blanket. I take it off straight away, Mason apologises and I laugh saying it's not his fault. Then he let's me have a nap whilst he gets food. With Liam we lay facing each other because we normally fall asleep talking to each other. I wake up on my belly and Liam on one of his sides or back, depending he says on how his legs are." I chunter.

Derek is mainly jealous of Liam because Mason is gay but he worries about Liam snapping me up. Also, he's admitted before he's jealous of my friends with benefits. I know it's wrong being friends with benefits with Stiles when I love Derek and Stiles loves Lydia but we are in the same boat so we comfort each other.

"Well, at least I'm the only one spooning you." I realise he still is and we've been talking laying like it.

"No, you're not. Me and my friend with benefits spoon." I state.

"Who is he anyway? Will you tell me?" Derek begs with puppy dog eyes.

"Um, it's Stiles." I admit.

"Why him?" Derek says looking a tad depressed but also fuming with his fists clenched.

So I explain.

"That's it." I say.

"O-okay. How far have you gone?" Derek stutters.

I blush, "All the way, we've not just had sex ya know." I sigh and smile, "We were each other's first."

Derek tenses, "Do-do you love him?"

I don't know why he is asking.

"I don't love him. I think we both have a small crush on each other, that's why it's not awkward with is growing up with each other but Derek, he's not the one I love." I sigh, "Why you ask?" I ask curiously and Derek sits up, hovering above me, "Derek! I was comfy." I jokingly scold the boy.

"It's one pm princess." He mumbles sadly, "Breakfast time!" The lad squeals.

I laugh because he sounds like a five-year-old on a toy advert exclaiming at the brand new toy.

A bit fluffy and a bit sad with a lil twist. Would you ever be friends with benefits with Stiles? Answer in the comments section. Okay, if requested I may do a part two.