Dylan O'Brien Imagines

103. Wake Up, Stiles// Stiles

Last night was amazing. Stiles and I did something. And if you're wondering what it was, well, Stiles and I, we did it. Like we really did it. And it was amazing.

Just the way Stiles did me, how he touched me and, oh my god, it was breathtaking. He's breathtaking.

But, as much as I wanted to continue, I had to leave last night before Sheriff Stilinski found out.

So, after I had gotten dressed into a crop top jean shirt with the sleeves rolled up that went a little above my waist, my stomach a little visible, a mini black skirt and my high heel sandals, I drove to Starbucks.

I picked up 1 coffee, 2 hot chocolates and a muffin for myself as I drive to Stiles' house.

I pull into the Stilinski house driveway, taking my bag and the drinks with me as I walk up to the front door.

I knock, once or twice, as the door opens, revealing Sheriff Stilinski, all dressed up in his uniform, ready for the day. Unlike Stiles, who I bet it still in bed.

"Hello, (Y/N)." Sheriff greeted me.

"Hey, Sheriff." I pause taking out his coffee cup and handing it to him. "One chocolate coffee, extra whipped cream." I tell him.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He says, letting me in.

"Is he still sleeping?" I ask, looking back at Sheriff, dropping my bag by the door, before walking upstairs.

"As always." He confessed with an obvious tone.

I let out a laugh, one coming from Sheriff as well, as I begin to walk upstairs, the hot chocolates in my hands.

"I'll get him." I yelled down the stairs to Sheriff.

"Good luck with that." Sheriff shouted back up to me. We both laughed again.

I walk into Stiles' room and see him laying peacefully on his bed, his mouth open with quiet snores escaping into the air. I giggle at the sight.

"Stiles, come on. It's time to get up." I say, walking to his bed and setting the coffee's down on his desk.

I stand next to his bed, leaning down and kissing his forehead, but he doesn't budge.

"Come on, baby. You have to get up. I have hot chocolate for you. Maybe I'll let you have a little bit of my muffin." Usually he would wake up after hearing that 'cause he loves food and hot chocolate, but he didn't do much. All he did was smile and let out a small moan.

"Stiles," I groaned. After three times, I knew I had to resort to drastic measures.

I climbed up on the bed, climbing up onto Stiles. I sat on top of him, sitting on his waist, straddling his hips. I leaned forward and set my hands on his chest.

"Wake up, Stiles. What will it take to get you up?" I ask, not knowing if he could hear me or not.

Next thing I know, I'm being rolled over, falling onto my side, almost falling off the bed but catching myself just in time. I get up and see Stiles now lying on his side, facing me.

"Stiles, come on, babe." I say, not much more effort in me.

Then, I see Stiles sliding towards me, his head laying in my lap. His eyes are closed, so I know he's still sleeping.

But what confuses me is that, when his hand makes its way to me, pulling my shirt up more than it already was, he sets his hand on my bare stomach. He leans forward and set's his lips on my stomach.

He does it for a while as I watch him. A few smiles and laughs come from him, and I'm now more confused than ever.

"Um... Stiles, what are you doing?" I ask.

I think he's now awake 'cause he actually answers. "I just love your tummy so much. It's so smooth and I love to touch it." Well, I couldn't object. I loved it, too, when he touched my stomach. But I'm getting kinda suspicious of him right now.

He just starts kissing and feeling my stomach, and I feel like he knows something I don't.

"Okay, well, Stiles. Now that you're up, go get ready so we can get to Scott's." At this point, Stiles had pushed me down to where I was leaning back on my elbows.

His hand was on my stomach, his lips continuing to place soft kissing on it.

As good as it felt, we needed to get to Scott's. I didn't know why, he just said that he knew something about someone and that he wanted to tell us.

And to be honest, I think it might be the fact that he knows that something is happening to me and that he wants me to tell Stiles. But, I myself barely know what's happening to me, so I don't know.

"Stiles, come on. I'm not kidding anymore. Not that I ever was, but seriously, Stiles. Get up." I try pushing him off the bed, but he doesn't budge once again.

So, then, I just do what I have to do. I lean down, set my hands on either side of his face and set my lips on his.

He moans into the kiss, setting his hand on my waist as he sits up and brings me closer to him.

I breathe in and out, trying to regain my oxygen as I lean my forehead against his.

Finally, after sitting in bed for a while, Stiles gets up to go shower and get ready.

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This is Part 1 of my next two part imagine. It's a sweet one but a long one so it's put into two parts. I hope you like it and tell me what you think.

Luv to all  ~ Katie