Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Why Red?// Stiles

You were laying on Stiles' bed, highlighting in your textbook, listening to music. Stiles was researching on his computer, tapping his foot along with the beat of the music.

"Stiles," You sat up on the bed. He turned to you, making eye contact. "Why are your eyes red?"

"I'm an alpha." He says.

"But what about Scott's?"

"He's a true alpha."

"And you aren't?"

"I am, Scott got his before I did, every one thinks it's kind of weird that I am a true alpha as well." Stiles explains, turning around in his spiny chair.

"But that's good right?" You got up, walking over to him. 

"It makes us stronger so yes."

"I think it's kind of hot."

He smiles as you sit in his lap. "Oh yeah?" He blinks and his eyes turned the bright red. "Like this?"

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss him. He squeezed your waist, a loud giggle escaping your lips but he silenced them with his lips.

He picks you up, pushing you onto the bed, still tickling you. He was too strong so you couldn't move.

You screeched as he tickled your thigh, where you were the most ticklish. You squealed as he kissed you again.

You put your hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a a deeper kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap in the straddling position. 

"I see how it is wolf boy." You stuck your tongue out before he kissed you again, his fingers digging into the bare skin on your hips.