Teen Wolf Imagines

Dreaming- Stiles Stilinksi

WARNINGS: Slight touching, hickeys
SUMMARY: You're on a school trip with Stiles and the rest of the pack, and one night have to share a room with Stiles in this creepy castle. Things soon heat up between you two, and it leads to more.

I love history and all sorts of historical places as much as the next person. But when we pulled up to this incredibly creepy-looking castle that looked like it would be more at home in an old horror movie, I had to be dragged off the coach by Lydia. "Come on, Y/N, live a little! It's a week away, travelling around America to various cultural places of interest. What's not to love?"
"What's not to love? Well, Lyd, let's begin with the fact that tonight, instead of being checked into a proper night's stay at a hotel, or even a motel, we're having to stay in Creepsville Castle! I am not willing to potentially be murdered by a ghost, alright?" I grumble, only to be met with a chuckle from behind me. I whipped round and glared at Scott, who coughed slightly to muffle his laughter.
"Y/N, you have no need to be scared. Remember, a werewolf, werecoyote and a banshee are on this trip with you, so you literally have nothing to worry about, alright? And, I mean, come on, your best friend is a witch. She can help too." My best friend in question, Y/B/F/N, popped up beside Scott with a smile.
"Honestly, my powers can be used for something else at this castle, instead of protecting this egg," she said, gesturing to me.
I rolled my eyes at this, and she laughed. "Fine, but if I die tonight, it's on all of you, capiche?" I glared at them and they all laughed.
"Why's everyone so happy? I don't want to be here tonight, it looks creepy as hell!" Stiles moaned, and the pack exchanged knowing glances with each other.
"Oh my god," I exhaled under my breath, which only Malia and Scott picked up on. "You dare..."
"Hey, Stiles, we're allowed to pick our own roommates, and we said we thought you two would be great together, seeing as you both share the same feelings about this castle. So, how about it?"
Stiles exchanges a glance with me, and quirks his eyebrow up. "Fine."

The room was relatively decent. It was big enough for the pair of us, our bags and the kingsize bed that sat in the middle of the room. I dug into my bag and pulled out my chemistry revision book, because even though I was on this trip, I still had exams to deal with and I wasn't willing to let my game down now.
Stiles paced around the room for a minute or two, taking in the whole of the room around us, before collapsing onto the bed beside me. "What do we do here, Y/N? This is boring as hell," he sighed, pouting like a toddler. I shut my revision guide, and placed it on the bed beside me, before walking over to my bag and pulling out a pack of cards in a tin engraved with my initials.
"How about Go Fish?" I enquire, and he smirks, grabbing the cards from my hands.
"Strip Poker sounds more interesting, in my personal opinion," he caught my eye as he said this, poking his tongue out and licking his lips at the same time as winking at me. I blushed slightly, before composing myself and nodding.
"I assume you're dealing the hands then," I say huskily, my mind racing at the thought of what could happen between us. He nods, and moves his hands across the cards, shuffling them deftly. I watch his hands and fingers thumb through the cards in front of us, feeling a little lightheaded at the thought of what those fingers could do, tracing across each part of my skin, finding their way inside me...god, the things he could do to me in general.
"So, the general rule of Strip Poker is if you lose a hand, you remove an item of clothing. And as we're both pretty equal with our outfits, it works fine. Loser is the first one in their underwear. Okay?" He asks, and I nod determinedly. "Glad you're down for this, Y/L/N."
"Of course, because I know I'm going to win, Stilinski!" I say, confidence dripping from my words, and he chuckled lowly.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

After having played for about 20 minutes, Stiles and I were already several pieces of clothing down; the shoes came off first, then socks, shortly followed by our hoodies and shirts, leaving us both only in skinny jeans and khakis.
Stiles looked up at me, hooded eyes filled with lust, and placed his hand down on the bed, before moving towards me and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. His hands rested on the small of my back, tracing small circles into it. We fought in that kiss for a while, both trying to get the other to open their mouth in order to slip our tongues in. I wrapped my hand in Stiles' hair, and tugged slightly at the lower parts of it, causing a moan to escape from his lips and his mouth to open, meaning I won that first round between us.
Stiles wasn't giving up easily though, his hands roaming over my skin, tracing over my hipbones, my breasts, causing me to elicit a moan. He then detached from my lips, causing me to let out a small mewl, as he then began to suck and bite at the skin around my collarbones and neck. When he got to my sweet spot, I groaned loudly, and could feel him smirk against my skin.
"Fuck, Stiles, keep doing that!" I said breathily, and he chuckled against my skin.
"Believe me gorgeous, I wasn't intending on stopping any time soon," he said lowly, and began to unbutton my jeans. After that, all I could hear was Lydia's voice in my ear.

"Y/N!" She whisper-yelled, and I jumped, causing Stiles to look back at me. "You okay? All I could hear from beside me was moaning and whimpering," she said, concern lacing her words.
Fuck, I thought, they all must have heard me having that dream. "Yeah, I'm fine, it was just a stupid scary dream," I said, brushing off the actual nature of the dream.
"Do you want me to swap seats with Lydia Y/N? Because you kept yelling my name while you were asleep," Stiles frowned and I felt my skin heat up.
"Um...y-yeah, s-sure," I said shakily, and Stiles and Lydia swapped over. He took my hand in his and rubbed comforting circles over it.
"It's alright, I'm here now," he whispered, pressing a small kiss to my temple. I couldn't help but feel sleepy again, and didn't notice the knowing looks that Scott and Malia exchanged. Of course they could smell my arousal.