When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

You have your first kiss

"You're so dead!" Lydia shouted at Scott after being dared to run outside in the rain.

You and the pack were playing truth or dare at your best friend (and secret crush) Stiles's house. You hadn't been picked yet thank god, but Lydia had a nasty smirk on her face.

"Stiles," she piped up wiping rain off her clothes with a towel, "truth or dare?"

"Umm dare," He said. "I dare you to make out with Y/N, in the closet for five minutes," Lydia winked at you as both you and Stiles blushed.

"Go on," She said and you made eye contact with Stiles who looked like he was about to be sick. You both stood up and walked into the dark closet.

Your chests were so close you could feel each other's breaths. Even though it was pitch black you could still see his face.

"You know, we don't need to do this," He whispered. "I want to. I want my first kiss to be with you," You looked up at him. "Really?" He asked in disbelief.

"Really. I really like you, Stiles," You said finally confessing your feelings. "I really like you too, Y/N. Like, a lot," You could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed.

"Really?" You repeated. "Of course, I've wanted to do this since I first met you," You blushed and avoided eye contact with him. He gently or his finger on your chin and lifted your lips up close to his.

This was it, you thought. Your first kiss. With Stiles! You could feel your body shaking in nervousness.

"You're shaking," He whispered, his lips brushing against yours. "You're shaking."

Stiles couldn't resist the urge any longer and closed the space between you two. It was deep and passionate, unlike anything either of you had ever felt before.

"How was that?" He smiled looking down at your dimly lit face. "Perfect."