Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stiles x Reader

General idea by  twilightindamaze ❤️👋🏻
Sorry for any mistakes I did not really read through it again and check for typos after finishing it cuz I was just too tired and lazy. Sorry!

"Hey you." I felt two warm hands wrap around my waist from behind. Startled I turned around, while a squeal escaped my mouth. "Stiles! How did you get in here!" My heart was racing and my breathing fastened. "Remember when you told me about the spare key outside?" "Yeah, that was for emergencies!" "Well, this was an emergency! I needed me some love, but my love couldn't hear the doorbell anymore!" Stiles pulled me closer, though I tried to not touch him, as my hands were covered in ingredients for a cake dough. "It's not my fault that your music is so loud you can't hear anything anymore!" He chuckled. "Careful!" I parted from him and signified him why by showing my hands. "Are you baking something?" "No Stiles. I'm making a mess with eggs, flour and so on, just so I can clean it up afterwards." Quickly I washed my hands before ruffling his hair. "Stop it!" "Not gonna." Grinning I pressed a kiss onto his lips and turned around to the bowl on the counter again. "And what exactly do you mean with you 'needed some love'?" I asked him. Again he wrapped his arms around my torso and rested his head on my shoulder. "I just wanted to be with my girl." "Ah, right." "I'm serious!" I threw some flour into the bowl. "Well then, help me bake this birthday cake for my mom." Sighing he tugged an eyebrow at me. "I don't even know how to bake a cake." "Stiles are you serious?" I bursted into laughter but he stared at me dryly. "Anyways," I cleared my throat. ", that doesn't matter I'm almost done with the dough. You can fill it into the baking tin." "Okay." While I was adding ingredients and mixing it now and then, he kept his arms around me. Stiles started moving his hands across my body. He slid his hands under my shirt and started to softly caress my stomach. "Stiles, stop it!" "Please? Let me have some fun." "No, Stiles. Just stop, I need to finish this first." After he didn't stop I slightly pushed him away. "If you are only here to distract me you can leave again." I looked at him. He stared into my eyes, standing in front of me. "I-I'm sorry. I'm just a little bit stressed right now. I had so much to do with homework and then my dad wanted me to do so many things for him here because my mom and him have to work. I just wanna finish that stuff and this is the last thing to do so I want it to be done quickly." I sighed before looking down. His face softened. "It's okay." He moved closer again and pulled me into a tight hug. "I'll help you now and when we are done, we'll cuddle. Deal?" "Deal." I smiled. After I finished the dough I handed Stiles the cake tin that I had already greased. Cautiously he poured the dough into it before placing the tin inside of the oven. "Now back to the other part of our deal." He turned to me and grabbed my hands. "The cake isn't finished yet." I stated grinning. He narrowed his eyes. "No excuse now, we've got a 30 minute break from the cake now." "That sounds weird." I chuckled. "I don't care! Jesus!" "My name is Y/N but I mean, Jesus works too if you-" Suddenly he came at me quickly before grabbing me and lifting me up. "Hey, set me down!" "Nope." He carried me over to the couch before practically throwing me onto it. Rapidly he started to tickle me. "Your punishment." "For what?!" I slightly yelled. "Being rude to me!" "Stop it! Stiles! Mieczyslaw Stilinski! Stop it!" He gasped and stopped abruptly. "You did not just call me that." "Yeah I did! What are you gonna do about it?" I flashed him a mischievous smile. Stiles started tickling again. "Please stop it!" "Or no cuddling after the cake is done!" Again he stopped abruptly. "Okay, okay." Sighing he pecked my lips before getting off me.
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Okay so this was boring and probably has some mistakes in it, sorry! Requests are open!