Dylan O'Brien Imagines

*Senior Night-Stiles Stilinski

Dedicated to Solvesborg

Warnings: smut, protected sex, public sex, couple's first time, language

I smiled as Stiles pulled into the school parking lot. I felt a blush as he looked over at me. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as our lips instantly started moving in sync. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

We jumped apart when there was a knock on the driver's side window. We looked over Stiles's shoulder to see the pack smirking at us.

"Whenever you guys are ready," Scott chuckled. We sent him matching glares making him laugh as he sent us a knowing smirk. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding as Scott turned on his heel and headed inside the school.

"Remind me why we're at the school, at midnight," I sighed as I fixed my shirt.

"Because it's a tradition. There is food in the courtyard, games on the football field, and a screen set up in the gym for the movie night. After the movie, all the seniors are sleeping in the gym." Stiles explained.

I sighed as I took off my seatbelt and scooted closer to Stiles. "I'd rather spend the night with you, fulfilling your deepest, darkest fantasies."

"Damn," Stiles moaned. I slowly climbed over, straddling his hips. I smirked when he sucked in a deep breath as I lowered my hips closer to his.

"You know," he cleared his throat. "We can still do. . . That."

"Oh really?" I teased. I smirked, sliding my hands up his chest before wrapping my arms around his neck. "And what exactly would you like me to do to you?"

I smirked when I saw him bite his lip as I started grinding my hips on his. I leaned forward and started sucking on his neck causing his breath to get caught in his throat. I bit the spot on his neck that always drove him crazy, earning a moan from him.

"We should really get inside," Stiles said between moans.

"Or. . ." I elongated as I leaned back. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it into the backseat. "We could skip the Senior Olympics and have our own Olympics."

I laughed as Stiles bit his lip, looking down at my almost bare chest. With my index finger, I pushed his chin up so he was looking at me. "My eyes are up here, babe," I smirked.

My heart dropped when I saw the hesitation in his eyes. "Unless you don't want to. . ." I stuttered as I started to get off his lap.

"Y/N, no. . ." He said quickly as he grabbed my hips, keeping me on his lap. "That's not it, baby. I want to. Believe me, I want to take this next step with you. It's just. . ."

He sighed as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Then what is it?" I asked when he didn't continue.

"Are you sure you want our first time to be in my Jeep, in the school parking lot on Senior Night? I thought you always wanted our first time to be special. Like in a fancy hotel on our anniversary or something."

I gently grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I pulled away and smiled up at him. "Stiles, I love you."

"You do?" He stuttered, scanning my face.

"I do," I smiled at him, nodding. I bit my lip, dropping my hands from his face to his shoulders. "Do you?"

"Yes," he stuttered. "I do, Y/N. I love you too."

I smiled as I reached up, cupping his cheeks in my hands again. "Then, anywhere we finally sleep together is going to be special. We love each other. That's enough for me."