Dylan O'Brien Imagines

*Rough Starts-Stiles Stilinski

Stiles was frozen as I walked across the room towards him. He sucked in a breath when I stopped in front of him and slowly slid my hands up his chest.

"Damn," I whispered. "You've been hiding all of this from me? I thought we were friends, baby." I pouted at him, his breath getting caught in his throat.

"I just. . . Well. . . I guess. . ."

"Stop stuttering and kiss me," I said harshly.

I gasped as Stiles did as I told him. He grabbed my waist, roughly pulling me into his chest. He didn't hesitate to lean down and press his lips to mine.

Our lips instantly started moving in sync, desperately devouring each other. We stood in the middle of my room making out, both of us shirtless. The longer I stood there, making out with my best friend I've been fighting feelings for, my hands pressed to his chest, the more I've realized I've been fighting these feelings for too long.

Too fucking long.

I broke the kiss, roughly pushing him away from me. Before he could say anything, I nodded towards the bed. It took him a second to understand what I was insinuating. Once he finally got it, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the floor.

I laughed as he scrambled to get on it. I walked over, teasing him as I slowly climbed on top of him. I pushed on his bare chest, making him lay back down as I hovered over him.

"How long?" I asked.

"What?" Stiles stuttered, his eyes wide.

"I meant, how long have you wanted to do this?" I smirked. "Because me? Well, I've wanted to do this for a long long long time."

He sucked in a breath and tilted his head back as I leaned down and started kissing up his chest. When I got to his neck, he let out a deep moan.

"And I don't feel like hiding my true feelings for you anymore, baby," I moaned, my lips grazing his ear. I smirked against his skin as I felt him reach up and grab my hips.

I sat up, the smirk still on my lips as I dragged my fingers along the same path my lips just explored.

"What do you say?" I purred.

"I say," Stiles stuttered. I smirked as he swallowed hard. "Let's fucking do this."

He leaned up, trying to kiss me, but I roughly pushed him back down. He groaned as I continued to tease him. I bit my bottom lip, sexily shaking my head. I grabbed his hands, sitting up on my knees as I put his hands on the button to my pants.

He looked up at me, biting his lip. All I needed to do was nod before he instantly unhooked my jeans. Our eyes met as I helped him take off my pants. I sat there, hovering over him in just my underwear as his eyes scanned my body.

"Y/N?" He stuttered, finally looking up at me. "Are you sure we should. . . I mean, of course, I want to. Like, holy shit, I really want to. I've had dreams of us doing this, but. . ."

"Hey," I said gently. I leaned down, laying on top of him, our chests pushed together. "We've both wanted this for a long time. If you're worried about this ruining our friendship or making everything weird with the pack, don't. We can talk about what all this means for us. But, after we finish."

He sucked in a breath as I reached down and started undoing his pants. He lifted his hips as I slid his jeans down his legs, tossing them across the room.

I looked down, biting my lip as I saw the growing tent in his boxers. I smirked as I crawled up so I was hovering over his hips. I rolled my hips against his, causing him to let out a loud moan.