dylan o'brien imagines

the other woman | stiles

*of course, if you've seen the film (which i recommend, its amazing) this is kinda similar but not*

A quiet rap on the door startled you as you tiptoed around your apartment in the middle of the night, getting a midnight snack. You had no idea why you tiptoed because you lived alone, but it was a habit you'd developed ever since you'd started seeing a young man... long story short you realised you weren't the only woman he was seeing, you knew it was wrong but you just couldn't stop yourself from seeing him. 

You unlocked the door and it creaked open, on the other side stood the one who made your heart race ever since you met him.

"Stiles... what are you doing here?" You whispered, opening the door wider and letting him in. 

"I needed to see you." He replied in a hushed tone as he closed the door behind him, a smile immediately formed on his face as he saw you standing there in your lacy pyjamas holding a bag of goldfish crackers.

"At midnight?" You asked, confused.

He nodded, "yep... I just missed you so much, it's driving me crazy not being able to see you as much as we used to..."

The limited time you had together you both made the most out of, the other woman he was seeing had taken it upon herself to spend more time at Stiles' flat so he had to visit you instead.

Stiles moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, beginning to pepper kisses along your collar bone and up towards your jaw.

You moaned softly as he hit your pressure point, "Stiles, baby... not tonight," you sighed, "I'm really not in the mood."

You felt his grip loosen slightly as he pulled away to look at you, those dark, brown eyes making him hard to resist, "okay, I get it... do you wanna cuddle instead?"

You found yourself laughing quietly at his suggestion, but he looked at you genuinely, "I'd love that."

So that's exactly what you did, making your way into the bedroom, you hopped onto your king size bed and patted the space next to you, still holding your bag of crackers.

Stiles wrapped his arms around you as you both lay on the bed, he stole a cracker every now and again, until eventually he saw that you'd fallen asleep. He placed the bag on your nightstand and rested his head on the pillow next to you. You could feel his breath on your neck as you drifted off to sleep.

"I wish we could do this every night." He admitted, mainly to himself. 

Lately he'd been having doubts on whether he should keep seeing two women at the same time. There was no reason why he stayed with the other girl, he only stayed because he felt guilty... plus she was pretty clingy and he felt that he had no choice but to stay with her.

He didn't think you heard him, but you did, and it made you smile slightly despite feeling sad that it would be unlikely you'd ever have him to yourself.

The next morning you woke up and rolled over, expecting to see Stiles sleeping besides you, but he was gone. In his place was a note he'd left.

Y/n, 

Sorry I had to leave early, work called and it was an emergency. I'll see you tonight, usual time.

Love, Stiles x

You sighed, opening your draw next to the bed and placed the note on top of the others that he'd left you.

A part of you desperately wanted to tell Stiles how you really felt and hoping that he'd choose you over his girlfriend. But another part of you didn't want to ruin what you already had, if he wanted you he would've left his girlfriend a long time ago.