Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

Stiles Sneaking Out

His lips were devouring your neck causing moans to escape between your lips. "Stiles... You have to go..." His hand trailed down between your thighs. "My dad will be home soon."

He groaned and pecked your lips. "Do I really got to go?" He pouted and you giggled, kissing him. "Yes unless you want my dad to murder you."

You sat up and began to mock your dad. "Sheriff's son my ass. You're nothing but trouble Stilinski." Stiles laughed and kissed you again, his mouth lingering longer than he attended.

Your dad was a cop working for Stiles' dad but considering all of the trouble he tended to get you and himself into cause of all of the supernatural, your dad did not approve.

"I love you." He mumbled against your lips. Smiling, you shoved him out of your bedroom door. "Love you too, little spoon."

Stiles glared at you as you shut the door in his face. He was grumbling to himself as he descended down the stairs, striding to the backdoor in the kitchen.

He was halfway there when the lights flicked on. Stiles froze, eyes wide as your father stood there, arms crossed and glaring daggers at your boyfriend. "Stilinski, what the hell are you doing in my house? It's after midnight."

Stiles was trying to think of an excuse, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as his heart pounded. "Ummm... I was sleepwalking?..."

"Get the hell out of here!"

"Yes Sir." Stiles barreld into the backdoor, hitting his face against the window. Groaning in pain, he opened the door and held his now bleeding nose. "I'm okay." He assured your dad.

"I don't care." Your dad snapped as Stiles shut the door and waved with a sarcastic goodnight.