Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Not Sorry// Stiles

You were running through the woods with Scott and Stiles, who, after not finding this body, thought it would be funny to push you into a giant puddle of mud.

You didn't feel like going to your house to get new clothes so Stiles would lend you his and you would sleep over his house like every Friday night.

You stripped quickly stripped, jumping underneath the hot water. You washed up with Stiles' body wash and shampoo, making you smell like him now.

You got out, wrapping a towel around your wet body. You went in his room, seeing a pair of your panties on the bed, along with a plaid shirt and a pair of his boxers.

You slipped on your panties and unharmed bra, dropping to the towel to the floor while you unbuttoned his shirt.

You hear footsteps pass the open door, stop, then back up.

You turn around, covering what you can with the shirt as you locked eyes with Stiles.

"Sorry," he looks away but turns back a second later. "Nope, not sorry."

You chuckled and turned around, slipping the soft plaid shirt over your shoulders. You heard him walk up behind, slipping his arms around your waist.

You tried to ignore him as you start buttoning up the shirt.

"You look really good in my shirt." His lips pressed against your ear.

"Stiles." You warned.

You two were only friends.

Even though you've had a school girl crush since like 2nd grade.

His lips pressed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Stiles." You warned again.

He ignored you completely, kissing down to your exposed shoulder.

You spun around, grabbing the back of his neck and connecting your lips.

Your lips worked hungrily together, his hands roaming down to the back of your thighs were he pulled you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Your back was pressed against a wall as you granted your tongue danced with his.

"Hey Stiles have you see-" Scott said, walking into Stiles' room, his eyes landing on you two.

You burst out laughing, resting your forehead on Stiles' shoulder.

"Okay, I uh, I'm going to uh I'm gonna go." Scott said as Stiles let you down.

You pushed your hair behind your ear, staring awkwardly at the ground.

'What now?' You thought.

Stiles must have sensed that something was wrong and he pulled your chin up to where your eyes met.

He smiled softly, leaning down and pressing his lips softly against yours.

You smiled into the kiss, pressing your lips harder against his.

You gasped as his cold hands found their way underneath his shirt, running along your torso.

"I love you." He blurts suddenly.

You smiles again and lean up to kiss him again.

"Does this mean you like me too or..?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes you idiot," you grinned. "Now let's stop talking for awhile, yeah?"

He nodded viciously before kissing you again.