Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

"Why did you do that?" - Stiles Stilinski

A/N What is happening to me? I just feel like my writing keeps getting worse every time I post something. I'm sorry it's so shit

*click click click click click click click*

I roll over, grab a pillow and cover head trying to block out the annoying constant clicks.

"Stiles," I whine. "Stop typing on the fucking laptop or I'll throw it at you."

The clicking stops and I sigh in relief.

"Sorry baby." Stiles says.

I lift the pillow off my head and throw it beside me. I sit up and see Stiles still in the white top and black sweat pants he fell asleep in. "I'm sorry. I'm just not looking forward to going back to school."

I throw the covers off my body and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My vision is fuzzy and a yawn escapes my mouth. I lazily get up from Stiles' bed and walk over to him at his desk. I slide my arms over his shoulder and rest my chin on his left shoulder.

"You are still in your pjs. Wait, what time did you wake up?" I rub my hands up and down his chest and I feel him relax.

"Uh- maybe 2 hours ago..." He trails off.

"Stiles," I swing his chair around so he's facing me. "Baby all this research is going to kill you one day." I press my lips against him and I feel his hand wrap around my waist, pulling me down. I straddle him and the kiss becomes more passionate. My hands go from his neck up to his long hair. I gently tug at his long strains and he moans against my lip.

"I'm so happy I grow out my hair." He mumbles, our lips still press together.

I giggle before leaning back. "We need to get ready for school."

He groans in response but he sad frown turns into a cheeky smirk. He slides his hands down until they are resting on my ass, he stands up bringing me with him before throwing me onto the bed and crawling up my body.

"School can wait." He re-connects our lips in a passionate kiss.

God I love this boy.

Wait?

Love?

We've never said the L word to each other before. Do I tell him now? No. It'll just scare him off. I'll wait for the right moment.

...-...

"Okay Stiles! Are you ready to go?" I yell as I come out of the bathroom after applying light makeup to my face.

I hear the constant clicking sounds and I see Stiles typing away on his laptop.

"Yeah baby, just give me a minute... Or 30." His head is buried deep into his laptop and I wonder what he is researching.

I walk closer to him so I can see the screen. My face scrunches up in confusion as I see him searching up deer accidents. "Is this about last night?"

He snaps his head around before looking back at the screen. "Well, yeah. You almost got hurt remember the deer, the windshield, the glass, the cuts on your arm."

I sigh as I look at the light cuts on my arm. Last night I was fifth wheeling with Allison and Lydia when a deer smashed into the windshield of the car cutting my arm. Luckily Stiles was there and he fixed everything up for me.

Before I can say anything I hear someone clearing their throat at the door. I look and see Mr. Stilinski, his arms crossed over his chest, sending me a smile before shooting glares at Stiles.