Moonlit bonds - Stiles Stillinski x Reader

IV

Stiles's Perspective:

I sat at home after school, my thoughts consumed by y/n. The clock read 8:40 pm, which meant she would be here in just 20 minutes. I snapped out of my daydream when a knock echoed through my door.
"Stiles, can I come in?" my dad's voice called out.
"Yeah, sure, Dad. Feel free to barge in," I replied.
He slowly pushed the door open, allowing a shaft of light to pierce the room.
"God, it smells terrible in here. When was the last time you showered?" he questioned, his face contorted in disgust.
"I don't know, like three days ago, maybe?" I answered, blatantly lying.My dad took a sniff and made a face of pure revulsion.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to be so dramatic, Dad," I retorted, giving him a pointed look and gesturing for him to exit the room.He obliged, and I wasted no time in hopping into the shower, tossing a towel over the shower door.
For once, the water felt perfect against my skin, and I couldn't help but feel that this day had taken a surprisingly positive turn.

Emerging from the bathroom, clad in gray sweatpants and a mahogany hoodie, I tidied up my room, deliberately leaving a few items scattered on the floor to avoid coming across as too eager.
Just as I settled onto my bed with my Equilibrium tutoring notes, I heard a faint knock on my door. There stood y/n in my doorway, radiating beauty.
"Hi, sorry, your dad let me in," she explained in her sweet voice.
"No problem! Come on in," I replied, doing my best to avoid stammering.
She hesitated before taking a seat on my bed. I looked down at her, admiring her every feature.
"I've got some notes here that we could go over, and I've prepared some basic fact sheets too."

Y/n's Perspective:

I gazed up at his enchanting eyes, struggling to concentrate on his words when his lips moved so perfectly. My sight began to drift toward his lips, and it seemed his gaze followed the same path. His head inched closer to mine until he suddenly halted.
"I'm really sorry; I know you're new here, and I'm probably overwhelming you," he admitted, his face filled with anxiety.
"Oh no, you're not overwhelming me at all," I reassured him.With that, I closed the distance between us, our lips meeting for a kiss that exceeded all expectations. His lips were even more delicious than I had imagined, moving in perfect harmony with mine. We reluctantly parted, and I gazed up at a slightly bewildered yet delighted Stiles. My breath was taken away, but I craved more, all of him.
"I want you. All of you," I declared.
Stiles grinned, then took me and gently laid me on top of him. The light kissing escalated rapidly into a passionate make-out session, hinting at the direction our evening was taking.

STILES'S POV:

After what felt like far too brief of a time, we heard footsteps ascending the stairs. We swiftly pulled away from each other, hastily dressing, and resumed our positions as if engrossed in studying the concept of equilibrium.
"Stiles, is anyone hungry?" my dad inquired, poking his head into the room.
"Y/n, are you hungry?" I asked her as though we had indeed been engrossed in studying.
"Maybe a little, but I don't want to trouble you," she replied in her sweet, caring voice.I had no idea one could fall in love with someone so quickly.
"Dad, could we get some chicken nuggets, maybe?" I suggested, my stomach growling.
"Sure thing!" he agreed before departing and closing the door behind him.
I turned to y/n, and we both burst into laughter. Who would have thought that two people who had known each other for less than a day could find themselves somewhat in love? We lay down on my bed, looking at each other as I brushed her hair from her face.
"You're so beautiful, y/n," I whispered. She blushed and met my gaze.
"I love you, y/n," I blurted out, before covering my mouth in shock.
"I, uh, I don't know what to say," she stammered, looking away.
"It's fine, you don't have to say anything. It just slipped out, I'm so sorry," I apologized, feeling a twinge of embarrassment

. Y/n's Perspective:

"That's when they knocked on the door and took him. They took Stiles."
"Now, who exactly are we talking about?" the officer inquired.
"I don't know. I mean, I never saw their faces."
"Well, do you remember what they were wearing?"
"All three of them were wearing black, long robes," I replied.
Sheriff Stilinski stepped out of the room, leading me to a bench outside.
"Your parents will be here soon to pick you up. We'll get Stiles back, I promise," he reassured me.
And they did come to get me—not to retrieve Stiles.

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