Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Sexology Pt.2

Y/N P.O.V.

Stiles opened the door and jumped when he saw me.

"W-what are you doing here? I thought you were grounded."

"Yep. But I jumped the window of my room and my dad thinks I'm sleeping, so..."

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"Do you know this is such a bad idea?" He said.

"I know. But I missed you."

"You missed me?"

"Yes. Did you miss me?" I hugged him.

"Yeah."

I kissed his lips and he smiled.

"So, what do you want to do?" He asked.

"Let's watch a movie."

"Alright."

He grabbed his laptop and sat next to me.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Uh... White Chicks?"

"Yeah, that's a good movie."

I lay on his chest and he started the movie.

[...]

The movie finished and I started kissing Stiles; then he stopped.

"Hey did you hear that?" Stiles get up.

"Hear what?"

"Like you dad talking to my dad?"

"I just want to check if she's here." I heard my dad's voice.

"Oh my god, he's gonna kill me. How did he...?"

"Hide on the wardrobe." Stiles whispered.

I hide and look between the spaces on the wardrobe's door.

"Coach? What are you doing here?"

"Stilinski, where is my daughter?"

"Y/N? I-I don't know. The last time I saw her was at school. Uh... at the morning!"

My dad keeps in silence and look at the room. He walks at the direction of the wardrobe.

"No. No! Don't open it." Stiles yelled.

"Why not?"

"B-because... Ah.... I..."

God damn Stiles!

"I have uh...."

"Yeah, ok, Stilinski."

My dad opens de door and looks at me. Sheriff Stilinski laughs.

"Sweetie." He crossed his arms.

"Hi dad." I smiled.

"What are you doing there?"

"Me? Oh, I- I was just... Ahm, Stiles lend me his coat and I came here to give it back to him."

"What coat?"

"Uh..." I grabbed something. "This one."

"You're such a bad liar, sweetheart." My dad shakes his head. "Let's go home."

"Wait, coach."

"What, Stilinski?"

"W-why I can't date Y/N?"

I looked at him; his cheeks were red, just like mines. Sheriff Stilinski was surprised, just like my dad. Well...

"What?!"

"Yeah. Why I can't date her? I mean... I'm not a bad guy and my grades are good. What's the problem?"

I looked at my dad.

"There isn't a problem." My dad answered. "She's my daughter and I want all of the boys and their balls far away from her. Just like all parents in the world."

"Well, I think I can control my balls." Stiles said and my dad and Sheriff Stilinski laughed.

"That's probably what my dad said to my mother's father. See you, Stilinski."

A/N: To the person, who requested sorry it took so long. Bye, people.