Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Calculus Problems | Stiles Stilinski

Imagine #15

Word Count: 1008

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Y/N'S POV:

"Why in the hell does the alphabet have to invade numbers in this type of math? It'll be so much easier if math didn't exist at all." I huff in annoyance as I massage my temples.

A low chuckle comes from the brunette boy beside me, his eyes fixated on his own calculus homework. I huff again, trying my best to get his attention, but he doesn't even bother to look up from the paper still. I then sit up, crossing my arms and huffing again, but louder which he causes him to look up from the paper with a small smirk on his lips.

"Is something wrong, babe?" He questions, leaning on one of his arms.

I begin to pout and lay back down in my same position from a few minutes ago. "I don't understand any of this and you're over here with the whole math wizardry stuff while I'm struggling. How am I suppose to pass this class if I can't get it right? Oh my god! What if I never pass and then I somehow end up failing all my classes and- and all of you guys leave me behind? Stiles, you have to help me!"

Instead of him helping me like a normal person would do, he begins to laugh uncontrollably. His hands placed on his stomach as he continues to let out that adorable chuckle of his.

"Listen baby," He starts once he finally calms down. "I was in the same position as you when I first began this class at the beginning of the year. Now, I'm going to help you, but you need to tell me what part you don't understand."

"Um, the problems in red. . ." I trail off, noticing that pretty much my whole paper was highlighted in red. The green was the ones I understood- which was only two or three questions.

His mouth is in a flatline as he blankly stares at my homework sheet. "Yikes. We have a lot to work on so let's get started now, shall we?"

I nod and flip to the first page in the thick math textbook where it explained how to do most of the working out for the problems. My teeth graze over my bottom lip as I try to concentrate on one of the first ways to work out the type of calculus we were currently learning.

"Alright, Mr. Stilinski, blow my mind away with your wonderful calculus skills." I slide the book over to him.

"Well, Miss. Y/L/N, what you need. . ."

My mind zones out as I gaze at him, looking at the small features that I've come to adore over these past few years. Let's just say that Stiles was the one who happened to help me on my first day of school back in fifth grade. After he showed me around, I instantly clicked with both him and Scott, the three of us instantly became inseparable. But once seventh grade came, I began to like Stiles thinking it was just a classy middle school crush. Although, when ninth rolled around, I realized it was love. We ended up confessing to each other one night when we got locked in the boys locker room while Scott was fighting off some other werewolf. I know it's weird way, but it's a moment I'll never be able to forget.

"And that's how you get x to equal that awfully long number!" He finishes while pointing to the final answer, breaking me away from my trance.

"U-uh." I stutter, not knowing what to say since I wasn't paying attention at all. "Stiles, funny story and you're going to laugh- I didn't hear a word you said."

He shuts the book closed, and without hesitating, he presses his lips against mine. I'm frozen for a minute until I start to move my lips along with his, the kiss feeling a lot more passionate than the others we've shared, for some odd reason. Stiles lifts up from his laying position, hovering over my body and my legs snake around his waist. The passionate kiss soon turns into a heated make out session as his large hands compared to my tiny ones, travel up my shirt, goosebumps forming on my skin. A low sexy moan slips from him once my fingers tug at the ends of his luscious brown hair. His hips grinding against me, suddenly making me feel some type of way.

"How about we just finish your tutoring later, eh?" He whispers against my lips.

"How about no? I need to be able to understand this so I can pass the quiz that I know Mrs. Tangly will give us on Monday. Or unless you want me to be grounded for two weeks, and that will also be including not being to see to you?" I tauntingly raise my eyebrow at the horny boy above me.

He groans getting off of me and gathering all my math papers together. "Ugh fine, lets start with the first highlighted problem in red. To begin with-"

I zone out again, getting lost within the moles that are freckled along his cheek. I didn't want to learn about these stupid number and letters anymore. All I wanted was this lovely, toned, sexy young man, I happily call my boyfriend, to be inside of me while I scream his name aloud for the neighbors to hear.

"Okay, fuck it." I say before tugging me shirt off my body, straddling Stiles' waist.

"Y/N, you're math is the main problem-"

I furrow my eyebrows together while still hovering above him. "Would you rather teach something to me that I probably won't ever figure out or have two rounds of rough sex with me? I found a new position, but you know it's whatever." I whisper seductively in his ear.

"Okay, fuck it." He mocks my words from a few minutes ago before unclasping my bra like a pro and smashing our lips together.

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