Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Sorry, Sheriff

a/n: here we go, another update! Thinking about  maybe starting something new or different, what do you think??? love you guys, let me know what you think! this one isn't that good tho HAHAHA love you xxxxx

Although you had known Stiles from since you were 3, you had really just opened up about your feelings a few months ago and started to get to know him in a different way.

Amongst all the chaos of professional assassins targeting all of your best friends, there were still SATs targeting your stress levels and sleeping pattern.

"Okay, so what's this?" You showed a palm card with a diagram of a plant.

"Boring," Stiles mumbled under his breath, closing his textbook.

You were laid over his beds, resting on your stomachs, trying to recall information on plants. Worksheets and notes were scattered all over the room as a testament to the amount of study you had put in.

"Isn't time for a break?" Stiles huffed, missing his aim as he threw destroyed notes by the bin.

"I guess so, only 15 minutes though," you shuffled the palm cards, neatly pressing them into the crease of the book to hold your page once you closed it. "You want something to eat?"

"Nah," he looked over at you, brushing your hair from your face. His eyes held contact with yours as he played with a loose strand of your hair. "Just 15 minutes?"

"Yes, Stiles." You answered before he glued his lips to yours. "Stiles," you half moaned, half questioned.

"Babe," he replied back. His hands grabbed onto your waist, turning you on your back as he hovered over you.

You couldn't help but participate and happily deepened his kisses, roaming your hands through his hair.

"Stiles, your dad," you were caught with some reason as his hands moved near your upper chest. "Are you sure he won't be home?" You ask between breaths as his lips work against your neck.

"Yeah, he always works late," Stiles assures you with firm hands against your stomach as become consumed in his Star Wars sheets.

You took his word for it and continued with the impromptu make out session, desperately craving his affection and glad to put off studying. The heat rose to your cheeks as you whole body responded to Stiles eager touches.

"Babe," he moaned. Your fingers wrapped around his wrists as you took control, flipping him over and straddling his waist. Your hair cascaded over your faces, hiding your intimacy.

"Oh, crap!" Sheriff Stilinski stood with the door wide open, prompting the response for Stiles to push you off of him.

"Ow," your crouched in pain as your body collided with the ground.

"Dad," Stiles nervously answered, straightening out his shirt and stepping off the bed. "You're home early," he stated the obvious while you tried to compose yourself.

"I would've knocked- I should've knocked..." He began, diverting direct eye contact with both you and Stiles. "I, uh, pretend I wasn't here," he spoke slowly closing the door behind himself.

Stiles looked back to you with your arms folded, but too shocked to be angry that your boyfriend pushed you off the bed.

"Oh, and use protection," your cheeks heated up, a blush growing to make you the shade of a tomato as he finally shut the door behind him. 

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