Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Mr. & Mrs. Stilinski | Stiles Stilinski (AU)

in this imagine just pretend that you and stiles are in your late twenties ;)

Imagine #24

Word Count: 3210

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Y/N'S POV:

Always stay with a man who can afford to make you smile even when you're feeling like shit. That one particular saying is something that my mama would constantly tell me once I hit my high school years. She always figured that high school was the phase where most boys turned into "mini horn-dogs" and she didn't want me dating one of them. However, that soon changed once I brought home a loving young freshman similar to me, to meet my partially strict parents. That loving young freshman is known as the one and only, Stiles Stilinski- also my husband of two years.

Presently, my body lay in the comfy bedsheets as I gazed up at the plain white ceiling. The sunlight flowing through the blinds while nice cool air came from the air conditioning vent. I sit up with the comforter covering my body, and sliding back until my backside met with the wooden headboard. The sound of shower turning off fills my ears as I stare blankly at my hands, so many things skipping through my mind.

Seconds later, I slightly jump when the bathroom door opens and Stiles strolls out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. A few water droplets rolled down his toned chest and his sexy damp hair was messily all over the place. His eyes avert over to me and an adorable crooked smile appears on his lips as he begins to make his way over to his drawers.

"Morning, honey." He mumbles, his voice sounding a bit groggy.

I stretch my arms up high, a little yawn escaping from me. "Good morning, how long have you been awake?"

"Since six." He simply states, slipping a shirt over his head before sliding a pair of basketball shorts over his boxers. "My dad called me totally forgetting that we're still in a different timezone."

A breathy giggle comes from me, my legs crossing over one an other. "The same thing happens with my mom, so your dad shouldn't feel too left out."

Stiles laughs along with me, trudging over to his bedside and settling down next to me. There was only a little space between us, but my breath managed to hitch a bit. Even though I've known this man since my first year of high school, he still makes me feel nervous.

"So, am I going to get my welcoming morning kiss or not?" Stiles ask, snapping me out of my thoughts.

My head turns to face him, only to find that his was a super close to mine, a smirk formed on his lips. I fold my arms over my chest and respond with, "I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

"I'm not very good at talking about it, but I'm definitely a pro at showing you." Our lips are only centimeters away from each other and I can't help but become even more excited at the thought of his soft plump ones on my own.

"Then hit me with your best shot, Mr. Stilinski." I whisper.

"Say no more, Mrs. Stilinski. . ." He says, pressing our lips together, the both of them fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

With no hesitation, Stiles lies down flat and pulls me on top, causing the kiss to deepen. Our tongues battle for dominance as his fairly large hands give my bum a tight squeeze, moans slipping from each of us. He suddenly sits back up, not thinking to break the kiss.

Well that was until his phone began ringing, making us pull away and stare at the small device on his nightstand. The familiar name of his boss popping up on the screen and Stiles lets out a whiny groan. He picks up his phone and his finger slides the green button to answer the call, and I watch as he places it up to ear.