Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Test Drive | Stiles Stilinski

Imagine #3

Word Count: 1045

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The music softly plays from the radio of the Jeep that belonged to my lovely boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski. Both of our eyes were focused on the rode in front of us, his headlights begin our only source of light down the dark, quiet street. It was going on midnight and we had been driving for hours, Stiles just wanting us to be alone, away from all the things that have occurred over the years. I let out a huff causing him to glance at me, a small smirk on his lips.

"You alright, baby?" He asks, one hand on the wheel while the other one was holding onto my tiny hand compared to his.

I nod, "Yeah."

The car suddenly comes to a stop, Stiles pulling over on the side of the road and turning off the Jeep. He unbuckled his seatbelt, adjusting his current position to face me, a concerned, serious look at his face.

"I know you're not, tell me what's going on." He demands in a soft tone, his thumbs rubbing over my knuckles on both my hands. A sigh leaves my lips as my eyes move down to the rugs in his Jeep.

"I don't know," I shrug. "Maybe it's the fact that we're both going our separate ways soon. Or maybe it's the fact that I keep thinking everyday- what if we end up breaking up? I mean, the other day we talked about moving together after college then getting married too, but what if that all changes?"

One if his hand move up to my chin, lifting my head up to meet his gaze. "Nothing's going change, I promise. Even if we do happen to break up, I'll always be with you. But I don't think I would be able to see you as only my best friend- I want to marry you Y/N and I really want to have children with you."

"I love you." I whisper, but loud enough for him to hear, of course.

He leans over to press his lips against mine, the same butterflies appearing in my stomach just like the ones from the first time we shared a kiss. He pulls away, patting his lap, which I immediately obey and climb on over to his side. His arms instantly snaking around my waist, pulling me down for another kiss. Both of our hands travel all over one an other's bodies, mine mainly tugging at the ends of his luscious brown hair. The touch of his slightly cold fingers, send the familiar shiver down my spine, my hips grind against him even more.

"I should probably take you home now." He speaks, breathlessly.

A smirk makes its way across my lips, "I was thinking since we're leaving for school in a couple days...maybe I could take little ole' Roscoe here for a ride."

Stiles furrows his eyebrows together, licking his lips. "Um, how about a big fat no."

"Ah come babe!" I whine, my arms swinging around his neck. "Pretty please, I've been asking you for a test driver since the day we first started dating. I promise I won't wreck it because I'm not like Scott- who's a terrible driver."

Stiles bites his lips in concentration, he was debating whether or not to let me drive it. I understood why he was so protective over it, but me being his girlfriend- he wouldn't even let me touch the steering wheel.

"Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?" I make a fake pouty face, knowing that he couldn't resist my begging now.

He sighs, giving in. "Okay, okay, you can drive it but if you scratch-"

"You can throw me out the car." I cut him off excitedly, and he lightly laughs while shaking his head.

"No, I would never do that. Anyways, hop up so you can get settled in this seat." He says and I open the car door, getting off his lap. Stiles climbs out of the seat, jogging over to the passenger side, and I start up the car once we both get situated.

I notice Stiles letting out nervous steady breaths as I begin to drive down the road, again. The radio begins to play in the background, the volume kept on low, the silence between us feeling comforting. I end up driving all the way to my home, parking the vehicle in my gravel driveway. All the lights were off in my house signaling that my aunt was either out or asleep.

"Can you stay the night? We only have two- or more like one more day together and I want to make the best of it." I huff once I turn off the car, my eyes focused on Stiles who was looking ahead at my garage.

"Of course," He responds and we make our way inside my house, instantly heading up to my bedroom.

I change into one of Stiles' shirts that I stole from him a while ago and he slips off his shirt, only using his sweatpants as his pajamas for the night. While putting my hair into a messy bun, Stiles hands place themselves on my hips, my cheeks becoming a slight red color.

"Seeing you my clothes is my absolute favorite thing...well aside from Star Wars." He states causing me to giggle. I spin around to wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his head down closer to mine so his lips were ghosting over mine.

"Well, at least I come before Star Wars." I grin as his hands travel down to my bum.

"You're always my first priority," He informs, then presses his lips to my own.

His feet take a few steps backwards until we land on my mattress, Stiles flipping us over so he was on top. My legs going around his waist, moans slipping out of our mouths filling the silence that was once in the air of my room.

"We probably shouldn't go any further, especially with your aunt in the house..." He trails off, still hovering over me.

"I don't care, and plus I locked the door." I tell him before managing to slip off my shirt underneath him, a smirk appearing on my face.

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Much love!