Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

A Movie Is Never Just a Movie// Stiles

You straddled your boyfriends hips, pressing your lips against his. 

The ending credits of the Notebook played in the background as you pulled at the hem of Stiles' shirt.

You threw your head back as his lips worked against your neck. He kissed until he found that one spot that made you go crazy. 

You moaned softly, you fingers moving into his hair. You kissed him again, softly this time. 

You pulled back for a breath, your forehead pressed against his. "Do you want to go upstairs?"

Without hesitation, you nodded.

He picked you up, setting you on your feet. He grabbed your hand, quickly making it upstairs.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He followed before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you softly. 

You pushed him back, walking with him until he hit the bed, falling back.

You climbed onto him, straddling him once again. As you kissed him, your fingers jumbled with the button on his jeans.

You finally got them undone before kissing down his neck, your lips pressing underneath his ear, just where he liked it. 

His fingers squeezed your hips as you kissed his neck.

That's when you heard it.

You shot up, still straddling Stiles as you listened. "Did you hear that?"

Stiles listened for a second before shaking his head. "It was probably my Dad, you know he forgets things."

He rubbed his hands up your clothed thighs before you smiled softly, leaned down to kiss him again.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded and you jumped, landing beside Stiles. 

"I told you I heard something."

He grabbed his bat from the corner, you grabbing your shirt and slipping it over your head before following Stiles downstairs, your hands on his back to let him know that you were there.

The blaring sound caused you to get a headache. Stiles held the bat tightly as he tiptoed down the stairs.

You were about to the kitchen when the phone rang. Stiles scrambled over to answer it. Probably the alarm company.

The house seemed to be empty, no one or nothing trying to get in. Stiles was poking at the keypad of the alarm system, talking in the phone.

Stiles' POV

"Yeah, we were sleeping when it went off," I said to the alarm company lady. "I'm at the keypad right now, but it's not telling me what sensor was tripped."

"We believe there was a false alarm due to a system malfunction." She said.

"What kind of malfunction?" I asked, glancing at y/n. "What sensor was tripped?"

"All of them."

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"The system is reporting that all 8 entry points to the house were breached at the same time."

I stood there, stunned for a second. "How's that possible?"

"We're not sure what happened either, but we'll send someone out tomorrow at 9:00 am to check your system," she said. "Goodnight, Mr. Stilinski."

I hung up the phone, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What is it?" Y/n said, taking my hand in hers, rubbing he thumb across my knuckles.

"They said every single sensor was tripped," I said. "At the same time."

Her eyes widened, just as shocked as I was. 

"They said it was technical difficulties."

I looked at her, moving a piece of hair from her face. She was probably just as scared as I was.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She said quietly.

"Technical difficulty are never just technical difficulties," I nodded. "Not in this town."


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part 2?