Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

Marked - Stiles Stilinski

Warning: Mention of sex, and if you have read my other imagines then language is probably a given

My skin tingles as warm breathes hit the back of my neck. I feel my heart escalating, beating harshly against my chest. Where am I?

My eyes flutter open and I adjust to the bright light flooding into the room. My eyes scan the navy blue walls and stop at a big 'All Time Low' poster hung up on the wall.

I sigh a breath of relief, Stiles. I'm in Stiles' bed...

Why am I in Stiles bed?

I stare into his bright brown eyes as his fingertips glide against my skin sending shivers down my spine.

The way our lips move together as one, puts me under a spell.

The way his mouth fly's against my skin leaving large purple marks on my neck, chest and stomach.

I moan as his hands slide down my body.

He moans as I tug on the roots of his beautiful brown locks.

I tug at the waist band of his boxes, dragging them down.

He tugs on the clip of my bra, popping it open and sliding the thin blue lace straps down my shoulders.

His tip is lined up to my entrance before he pauses and looks into my eyes, I know what's he's going to say next. He does it every time and I love it. "Are you sure? Are you okay?" He asks me like I'm the most precious thing in the world and with one small mistake and I shatter in his hands. God I love it when he does that.

"Baby, I'm sure. I love you and I want y- no, I need you."

He raises his hand and slowly strokes my cheek. "I love you so much. I'm going to show you how much I love you. I'm going make you feel so good."

Flashes of images rush into my mind as I remember everything that happened last night. I shudder at the memory of the feeling of him inside me.

"Babe?" I hear a husky voice in my ear. I turn in the tight grip of my boyfriend and our noses touch. "You look so beautiful this morning. Like always." He kisses the tip of my nose and I giggle at his cuteness.

"Well don't you look hot? Hotter than the boiling sun. Hotter than the laser of the death star. Hotter thhm-" The words come out mumble as his lips connect to mine. They glide against each other effortlessly and I sigh in content.

"You know what your Star Wars references do to me." He smiles as he rests his forehead against mine.

After a couple of minutes of being in each other arms, taking in his scent, burning every feature of his face into my memory, I break the silence. "We have to get ready for school."

His eyes stare into mine few a moments before nodding and lifting himself up. "Yeah, your right." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. I sit up and watch as his bare chest muscles flex when he stands up. I watch as his boxers hang loosely around his hips and all I want to do is tug them just a little lower...

"Babe? Are you coming or are you just going to stare at my gorgeous body?" He smirks while winking at me before making his way to his draws.

"I won't mind just staying here for a little longer? You know... just me you and a full box of condoms?" I ask raising one eyebrow. He chuckles and his cheeks flush a deep red.