Dylan O'Brien imagines

First (Stiles)

Stiles' hands groped and pulled as I tugged at his hair. Music throbbing in my head from the rave. Not to mention the alcohol that happened to currently dance in my stomach as my intoxicated self was having too much fun and pleasure with my best friend.

His lips brushed along every inch of my skin and I was loving it. I stopped to look at him and tossed my self back when I saw my best friends eyes. He was drunk, he was tipsy and the adrenaline pumping in both of our fiery bloods was influencing us to make bad decisions.

"Stiles I can't." I told him as he started at my neck.

He nibbled softly. "Why not."

The bathroom door swung open. "Come on dude seriously?" The guy was in and out in a second disgusted by our drunken make out session.

Stiles chuckled. "Stop it Stiles." His honey brown eyes had an unusual flare in them. "This isn't you." His smile faded. "This isn't me."

"What do you mean." He takes a step back adjusting his flannel that I had undone. Half of his toned chest showing giving me shivers as I tried my best to avert my eyes. He finished the last button and looked at me.

His eyes were now a cold glossy picture, making my heart freeze. "Stiles you only want this because you're drunk. You're not Stiles right now." It hurt my chest to say those words. A moment of brief silence was heard before the next song blasted through the speakers making even the men's bathroom shake. "No." He cinched his eyebrows together. "Y/n I love you." My whole body went numb. "I have since the day you stepped into beacon hills high school." He raised his eyebrow at me.

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"Shit." I looked around recognizing Stiles' bedroom. The posters plastered on the wall, the smell of Irish springs deodorant. Stiles himself.

I looked to the left. Where is Stiles? "Why shit?" My eyes darted towards the bathroom door. Stiles was currently messing with his hair and not to mention- SHIRTLESS.

I looked for a while before hiding underneath the covers. "Not Stiles."

"Hey- what's so bad about Stiles?" He asked in that adorable voice. I felt the bed dip at the bottom and I peeked my eyes out. Stiles was on all fours crawling towards me, that goofy wonderful grin displayed so adorably on his perfect face.

"Stiles what the hell happened." I asked throwing the covers off of myself. The boy sighed and turned around to hunch as he sat on the bed, back facing me.

His hands rubbed his face. "If you were worrying... We didn't do anything." His eyes shot over his shoulder to glance at me. "You passed out in the bathroom after I walked away and I carried you to Kira's car. Luckily she wasn't intoxicated like us two."

My heart thumped at a normal pace now as I stood up. My hangover then hit me like a truck while my brain felt like it had exploded. "Stop." I mumbled to my brain as if I was communicating with my headache.

"That's what I said when you tried to pull off my pants." Stiles chuckled as I fell down to lay on the floor.

He offered me a hand to help me up but I rejected it. "Just leave me here to die." I said feeling as mortified as when I peed myself in 1st grade. "I'm so fucking sorry Stiles, I'm such a fuck up. I just wanted what any drunk virgin girl wants." My eyes closed.

"Virgin?" Stiles questioned. I could sense that he was standing over me still.

I opened one eye curious to why he would ask that. "I was sure you had hooked up with Jackson when you two were together."

"HA." I laughed sarcastically and then winced at the pain in my head. "I wouldn't waste my first time on that asshole." I closed my one eye to visit darkness once again. "His dick is one hundred times smaller than his ego."

Stiles stayed silent for a minute. "You know I really want my first time to be with you." My eyes shot open and I stood up brushing my shoulders off.

"What."

Stiles was currently looking outside the window. "Y/n, I don't know if you remember anything from last night but, I meant what I said when I said that I love you." He took a step towards me.

I was speechless and a sitting duck. When did Stiles Stilinski become confident. When did I become so awkward.

"Stiles I don't understand-"

"Y/n I love you and I wanna spend my life loving you." He was now so close that memories of last night flashed in my achey head.

At this point I was in so much shock that I couldn't function right all I knew was to say what I truly felt. That I love him too. A smile etched on his face, a smile so contagious that I spread into mine. "I want you to be my first too." I whispered leading him back towards the bed.

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IM SO FUCKING SORRY

I've been gone for so long and I just felt that I needed a break from writing to pursue my other hobbies. And now shook is almost here and high school is stressing me out and I just don't know.

So the only thing I know how to do is write.

Well I love you

Stay rad stay bad

-Anna❤️