A book filled with imagines of Dylan O'Brien and Stiles Stilinski💕
Requests are open🌼
I write:
Smut
Angst
Fluff
There will be warnings at the beginning of each story.
⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: unprotected sex, pet names, eating out, creampie. That's about it.
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The lights are flashing, and sweaty bodies are dancing and grinding against each other. Scott and Kiara are off doing their own thing, Malia, Lydia, and Liam are busy dancing in some random corner of the night club, while Stiles and I are dancing in our own corner.
My hips are swaying to the music, my ass grazing Stile's crotch every so often. To say it was accidental would be a lie. The heat of the moment was getting to me, so much so that I almost didn't hear the shakey breath of the man standing behind me or the way this bulge was pressing against me. The heat of the moment was clearly getting to him, too.
To say i've always had an attraction to Stiles would be a bit of an understatement. He was a constant presence in my fantasies ever since I joined the pack. With his easygoing presence and the way he took control, I often found myself wondering if he were the same in the bedroom. And now that i've gotten myself in this situation, those thoughts are skyrocketing.
Maybe I should be more concerned. We are here to get in contact with the Spanish hunter clan, after all. We're supposed to be focused. But when Stiles griped my hips tighter and his lips were against the shell of my ear, my brain could hardly comprehend the rest of what's going on around us. "Can you feel what you did to me?" He murmured into my ear, pressing himself closer to me. "Maybe I should take you home later."
"Maybe you should." I said, turning around, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.
After a successful "mission," the pack went back to our hotel rooms, absolutely beat.
When I got back, I took a shower, changed into pajamas, and went to bed. I was reading when there was a sudden knock on the doorn
I frowned, checking the time. Who would be knocking at your hotel door at one in the morning? I got up from the bed, walking over to the door. I checked the peep hole, seeing Stiles standing out there still dressed in the outfit he wore at the club. I unlocked the hotel door, opening it. "Stiles?" I said, looking confused. "Is everything alright?"
Stiles looked at me, eyeing me up and down for a moment as he took in my form. I was dressed in a tank top and shorts, revealing much more of my skin than he had seen before. i couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious under his stare, and yet I did nothing to move. Because I secretly loved it. After a moment of silence, Stiles cleared his throat, looking at my eyes. "I wanted to see how you're holding up after tonight," he said, his voice a bit rough.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I bit my lip. "I'm good," I said softly. "How are you holding up?"
