Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Bookstore Girl

College was more stressful than Stiles thought. Places to study were scarce, the campus library was always to crowded to work in comfortably, his dorm rooms were filled with loud and irritating people and everywhere else was a buzz with noise.

Stiles was silently gleeful when he found a small bookstore looking for some part time help, he got to study at the back of the store while he went home with some extra cash, making the sight of his fridge the best part of his day.

About a week into working for the little store he noticed the same girl coming in and out almost daily at the same time. On the second week, he estimated you spend around twenty dollars at the store each week and even left a little extra in the tip jar that was split between him and the other college student that worked when he wasn't there.

"Hey, just these today please." You hummed, not noticing Stiles leaning on the bookshelf he'd been stocking, imagining running his hands through your hair, hands running up your thighs and pushing under the light floral sundress.

"She's very pretty." The voice of the bookstore owner's wife made him jump and several books thudded to the floor.

"Yeah... yeah... very... sorry." He muttered sheepishly, blushing when you handed him one of the books that had fallen through the shelf. "Thanks." He went to talk to you but tripped over his own feet and scattered more books as you left.

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"I'm going crazy." Stiles sighed through the phone as he walked out of the campus and started to walk to the bookstore.

"Just talk to her Stiles." The voice of his best friend blared through the phone and he winced.

"What, hey I'm Stiles and I have dirty dreams about you... great way to start a friendship." Stiles rolled his eyes when Scott chuckled.

"Just say hi, she'll like you... I've got to go but we'll talk later." Scott muttered something to someone and Stiles groaned.

"Yeah, see you later." Stiles grumbled, spotting you browsing the shelves as he walked in. "You know the campus book store would probably be cheaper, student discount and all that."

"I'm not actually a student." You told him and he nodded in surprise.

"Oh, sorry just you sort of look..." He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"It's ok, my little sister's super smart, it was just me and her so I moved us up here when she graduated early and got offered a free ride." You smiled when he grinned at the thought.

"Wow that's... impressive." He smiled and hurried to help the customers who were stood by the till.

You smiled when you spotted him starting at you as he stocked the shelves, giggling slightly when he became flustered and sent books scattering, groaning to himself when he had to start over.

"I'm (Y/N)." You told him when you set down your chosen books and waited for him to ring them up for you.

"Stiles... nice to talk to you." He smiled when you nodded and waved.

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By the time, it got to midterm Stiles was all but living in your house, it was quiet and set up to orientate around your sister so when Stiles had ended up studying after he'd worked late and gotten locked out of his dorms it had stuck.

"Morning." He grumbled, his voice low and gravelled with sleep as he rolled over and accidentally nudged you awake.

"Already?" You groaned, laughing when he pulled you into his arms and started kissing you.

"If you wanted to stay in bed, I could think of something to do." He offered, smiling into your kiss.

"Oh, better than sleeping?" You asked and he nodded, rolling so he was above you, sliding your night dress off and started kissing down your stomach.

You let out a gasp when he kissed your thighs and gently pressed against your clit, smiling against the soft skin as several smaller moans reached him.

"That feel good, huh?" he teased, his fingers pushing into you slowly as his tongue found your clit.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, stirring the heat between your hips. He hummed against you as your fingers tangled into his hair and his fingers were replaced by his tongue, his arms sliding around your thighs to press on your abdomen and keep your hips from bucking up at the sensation.

"Stiles!" You gasped, a low moaned gasp leaving you as he had your high washing over you, climbing back up the bed with a wide grin as he smothered your body with kisses and pushed his boxers down his thighs.

"I love hearing you say my name like that." He practically growled as he pushed into you, a sound like a whimpered sigh of relief left him as he thrusts slowly, his body close to yours as he let out small puffs of air.

After several minutes of moans, gentle kisses and whispers Stiles' head buried into your neck, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you both came together. A rasped sigh left Stiles before he went limp, kissing your neck as he rolled over.

"I'm so glad I spoke to you." He muttered, before laughing and pulling you against him.