Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Stiles -Sex Date (vs) pt2

Second part y'all...

Stiles's POV:

"And this is why, we shouldn't trust him." Scott says, looking extremely serious as he shrinks his brain to think of a plan. "But maybe, we shouldn't make it so obvious. You know, like, hanging out with him, being nice. We should be polite with him." He nods to himself. Instead of nodding too I look at my phone: it's been 30 minutes since Scott arrived, I kinda have to get rid of him. I'm a horrible best friend.

"Or..." I cut him off "we could talk about this another time!" I say standing up from my chair. "We could talk about this when it's not 9:30... right?" Please please please, say yes.

"Yes you're right." He admits.

Yes.

"Ok, great. I'm not even feeling really good tonight so, you know, you might wanna... go. That is, if you don't wanna see me throwing up several times on walls, carpets and windows. Cause I'm really close to doing that. I'm warning you." I blubber. He looks at his feet and snorts.

"Is (Y/n) coming over?" He asks.

"Yeah."

"You could have told me, I would have left earlier..." he says, but I reassure him with a smile and a shrug. "Alright then, bye Stiles, use protection!" He yells from behind the door. I cringe at the sound, immediately yelling a "yes yes..." at him. I take my phone and dial (Y/n)'s number.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah baby, you coming?"

"Sorry, I'm very tired and I want to sleep."

"Oh, oh no it's okay. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Stiles?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I'm kidding..."

"You evil little witch, come over right now."

"Yes yes, I'm coming."

"I was going to cry, you're mean."

"Sorry baby, I'll make it up to you." She says and she hangs up. I gulp, not able to process everything she planned to do tonight. How can I deserve her? She's an angel...
I lay down on my bed, opening the second drawer of my nightstand, taking a packet of condoms to place it on my pillow. I hear knocking on my door and slightly jump. My dad. Seriously? First Scott, now my dad. I open the door and see (Y/n) smiling widely.

"Hi babe." She says, planting a kiss on my cheek. I look outside, checking if my dad actually got home.

"How did you get in?" I ask her as she sits on my bed.

"Took a rock, broke a window, got in and cleaned up." She smirks. I know she's sarcastic just as me, but sometimes she's too good. She tools her eyes playfully and laughs "I found the spare key, babe. I would never break a window to get in your house. What if I get hurt with a glass?" She jokes. I laugh and walk closer to her, sitting on the bed next to her. I place my hand on (Y/n)'s leg, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Do you still wanna... you know. I mean, if you're tired..." I say.

"Oh no we are doing it. I don't wanna waste this precious time... I missed you babe." She says. I Immediately wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I lay down on the bed and pull her with me, but instead, she slips away from my grip and gets on top of me. My hips jerk at the sudden change of contact and she smirks, placing her hands behind my neck to pull me up a little and kiss me. I let out a moan, which she swallows. I put both my hands on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling her more into me. She start unbuttoning my flannel as I sit up so she can take if off me. She grips at the hem of my shirt and I remove it too, throwing it somewhere in my room. She stares at my naked chest before leaning down to place wet kisses on my skin and I moan. Her lips on my bare skin feel so good I can't stop humming at the gentle sensation. Her hands travel down my abdomen to my hips, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down.

"Woah, there already?" I tell her. She tilts her head, slightly confused. "I-I thought we would make out a little before, you know, everything else." I explain. (Y/n) shrugs and cups my face with her soft hands, kissing me. I Immediately kiss her back, my hands resting on her hips as she rolls her body against mine. I moan again and she smirks against my lips, her tongue slipping between my parted lips to explore every inch of my mouth. My hands slip under her skirt, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing again. She pulls away, breaking the kiss we were sharing to glare at me.

"What?" I ask her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You tell me that you want to make out and then you touch my ass like that."

"You didn't like it?"

"Of course I like it! But I want to touch you too, and you said you only wanted to make out." She says whining.

"Ok then, do whatever you want, I won't stop you." I wink and she blushes.

Third person's POV:

She wastes no time going back to his pants, pulling them to his ankles as she stares at the already hard bulge in his pants. She bites her bottom lip, thing that makes Stiles shiver and grunt. She crosses her arms and pulls her shirt up her body, throwing it away as Stiles stares at her chest. She crawls on top of him again as he unclasps her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms to then toss it away. Stiles cups her breasts with his large hands and gently massages them, earning satisfied and relaxed moans. (Y/n) pushes his hands away, pulling his boxers down. Stiles throws his head back, gripping at the sheets as she takes it in her hand. She leans down on his member but he stops her, wrapping his long fingers around her forearms to bring her closer to him.

"Babe?" Stiles whispers.

"Yes?"

"Sit-sit on my face..." he growls. The tone of his voice and the way his eyes darkened when he pronounced those words were enough to make (Y/n) moan and whine, craving his touch. She nods weakly, turning around as he puts his hands on her thighs, guiding her towards his face. He pulls down her skirt and her panties, pushing her core on his face. He immediately starts sucking on her clit, making her moan loudly as she takes his cock in her hand, stroking it a couple of times before taking it in her mouth. He grunts against her sensitive bud, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through (Y/n)'s shaking body. She starts sucking his cock vigorously, taking him all the way in before pulling him out of her mouth almost entirely. With on hand (Y/n)'s playing with his balls; with the other one, she's stroking the bit of him that doesn't fit in her mouth. He moves to her entrance, burying in tongue inside her and she moans with his dick still in her mouth. They're both close to their orgasms, but Stiles has other plans for them in mind.

"Baby?" He says. She pulls away from his cock and turns to him.

"What?" She asks laughing.

"I'm loving this, I- oh god I really am, but... can we try something different?" He says. She nods, a little confused. She gets off of him, standing up as he does the same. He takes her hand and drags her over to his desk, shoving to the ground the books that were on it. She immediately understands what he wants to do and bends over his desk as he smiles. "I love you so much." He mutters, loudly enough for (Y/n) to hear and her heart melts.

"I love you too Sti." She says it back and Stiles smiles, placing his hands on her ass cheeks, caressing the soft skin. She felt his tip at her entrance before he pushes his cock deeply inside her, making her scream. He starts pounding into her mercilessly, setting a quick pace. With each thrust, his tip rubs her walls wonderfully, touching all the right spots that drive her crazy. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels her orgasm coming closer, her walls tightening around his cock drawing him closer to his own high. His hand moves to rub her clit fast and with one last loud moan, (Y/n) reaches her orgasm. It doesn't take long for Stiles to cum too, thrusting sloppily a few times more before pulling it out. He picks her up, her legs shaking, and he places her on his bed, kissing her forehead.

"That was amazing baby." He says, laying down next to her. She wraps her arms around his arm, moving closer to him. He rest his head on her forehead, pulling the sheets up to cover their sweaty bodies. "Is this okay? Are you cold?" He asks her, but she doesn't answer. He looks at her and smiles. She's asleep. He closes his eyes and it doesn't take long before he falls asleep too, his lips curved to form a smile. He feels safe next to her. He feels safe, complete, loved.