Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Late Night Drinks// Stiles

You two just got done fighting the supernatural. While most people would go home and contemplate why they just had to fight the supernatural, you opened a bottle of wine.

Stiles had to make sure Scott got home alright so you poured him and yourself a glass and sat at the table. You downed half the glass before taking it slower.

It soothed you. Made you feel droopy. You were Scott's sister but you always hung out with Stiles, he was your best friend too. 

Stiles came home about half an hour later, dropping his keys by the door. He came into the dining room, a small smile on his face when he sees you. 

"I saved you a glass." You smiled tiredly, motioning toward the glass of red wine.

He plopped down in the chair with a heavy sigh. "God, I'm exhausted."

A bottle of red wine later, you two were just sitting in silence. You were swishing around the wine in your mouth and Stiles was twisting the glass around in his hands.

"Have you uh ever thought about..us?" You blurted out, swallowing your mouthful of wine.

"Us? As in, me and you? Together?"

"Yes." 

"Mhm," he smirked. "Maybe."

You nodded, setting your glass down on the table. 

"Kiss me." You said. 

"What?" His head snapped in your direction.

"Kiss me." You repeated.

He moved from his chair until he was in front of yours. He pulled you up by your hands slowly.

He pulled your chin up and leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They were warm and soft, giving an excited feeling in your stomach that made you kiss him harder. 

He put his hands on your hips, gripping it tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

He pulls away from the kiss suddenly, looking at you.

"Do you want there to be an us?" He asks, glancing back down at your lips.

"Honestly?" you asked as he nodded. "Hell yeah."

He crashed his lips back onto yours, holding his face with his abnormally large hands.

You put your hands on his waist, balling his plaid shirt into your fists, pulling his body closer to you.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?" He breaks the kiss, searching your eyes for an answer. 

"Yes," you stand on your tippy toes to kiss him again. "Yes, I do."