Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 3)

You Okay?//Stiles

You laid on Stiles' bed, your head against a pillow as Stiles played with his crime board.

Your boyfriend has just broken up with you and you were heartbroken. Not really, but you were thinking about what happened. He didn't exactly break up with you, he just cheated on you, with someone else.

You couldn't help but be sad, the two of you were together for a few months. You back was facing Stiles as you closed your eyes.

Stiles was silent for a second before his voice broke it. "You okay? You haven't talked since the ride home."

You sat up as he sat down beside you, his brown eyes finding yours.

"Alex broke up with me," you said as Stiles eyebrows raised. "Well, cheated on me, but we're over."

"Y/n, I'm sorry." He said, reaching out and taking your hand.

"I mean, I know I've been busy with all the stuff at school and in Beacon Hills, but I didn't think it was bad, you know?"

"I understand that," he replied. "Whatever boy passes up the opportunity to have such an amazing girl like you by their side, is crazy. Lunatic. Blind."

You laughed as your fingers played with his. "Thank you, Stiles."

He opened his arms and you happily went into them, your face digging into his neck as his arms wrapped tightly around you. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as you basically threw yourself into his lap.

You pulled back after a minute, basically straddling him as he smiled softly, his fingers playing with a stray piece of your hair. Your hands were still on his neck as a thought hit you.

Through everything, Stiles was always there for you. It was always Stiles. And you couldn't help but notice how good looking and attractive he had become after the past two years. Not just longer hair and broad shoulders, like hot damn.

Without think about it, you leaned down and kissed him. You lips pressed against his as your chest pressed against his. His hands habitually found the small of your back before he pulled back.

"Y/n, we sh-"

You leaned down and kissed him again, his lips starting to move against yours before he moved back again.

"Y/n, I mean it-"

"Please Stiles," you whined, looking into his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too, y/n, you know that-"

"No, I mean, I really love you, maybe I hadn't seen it before but-"

This time, he kissed you, his lips finally working magic against yours. You pushed him back so that he was fully laying on the bed as you kissed him again, his fingers gripping your hips.

Your lips trailed from his jaw, down his neck until your found a pulse point, earning a groan from Stiles.

"Jesus, y/n." He mumbled as your fingers slipped underneath his shirt, your lips pressing softly against the red mark on his neck.

He flipped you over so he was in control, hovering above before smiling softly. 

"My turn."