Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

You Get Interrupted (Stiles Imagine)

It was late as you climbed into your boyfriends window. It had been a long day and you knew that Stiled could use a distraction from the whole having nightmares and Scott's dad trying to get his dad fired thing.

"You know, you could had just used the front door." Stiles told you as he walked into his dark room.

You walked to him, smirking. "What's the fun in that?"

You grabbed his hand, pulling him to his bed. He sat down, you stradling his lap.

"You gonna stay here tonight?" he asked.

"Why else would I be here? Don't want you having anymore nightmares." You whispered, brushing your lips against his.

Stiles tightened his hands on your waist. You pulled back, yanking your shirt off, leaving you in your black lace bra.

Stiles moved his lips to your neck, gliding them down your collarbone. You grinded yourself against him.

Your hands pulled at the ends of his shirt. Stiles pulled back, throwing his shirt off. You ran your hands across his perfect, braud, freckled chest.

"Your not having any nightmares tonight." you breathed against his lips...

"Guys!"

You both jumped apart as Scott barged in, a flashlight in his hand. "Put your shirts on!"

Stiles glared at his bestfriend as you asked, "Why?"

Creating deja vu, Scott looked at the both of you, mischief in his eyes. "Were gonna find a body. A dead body."

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