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Fairytale - Dylan O'Brien Imagine

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A/N: Here’s a little something I wrote months ago but never posted. I couldn’t find the right gif for this one so I just went with the Dave gif. Anyway, sorry if it’s horrible haha and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc, I’m too tired to check rn.(:


Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Warning: None?
Word count: 1738

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Reader x Stiles Stilinski


Imagine: You are Derek Hale’s daughter and has a passionate relationship with Stiles Stilinski, but he doesn’t know. Once he founds out, he invites Stiles over to dinner and you decide it’s good timing to make him pay for all the teasing.

N/A - It’s nearly three in morning, so forgive for any mistakes. I’ll fix them later. 

Warnings: sort of smut, but it only has some handjob; also, swearing. that’s all. 

Word Count: 1767

Fuck…” You moaned softly, enjoying the touch of Stiles’ tongue against your neck, licking and leaving purple marks behind. “We can’t do this here, baby, if my dad bursts in, we’re screwed.”

His honey brown eyes turned dark and a naughty smirk curved his lips, as he shortened even more the space between you, tightening the grip on your hips. A low gasp pushed its way out of your mouth, because, damn, that Stilinski knew how to tease. 

“Didn’t you say he’s out a town?” He hummed, the vibration on your skin sending heat waves to the small nub in the middle of your legs. “Plus, you’re my girlfriend and I think it’s only fair we come clean to him.”

You laughed, managing to slip away from his arms, and went to the fridge, snatching an apple juice box to ease your thirst. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head and looking adorably confused by your latter actions. 

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering since when Derek Hale’s wrath doesn’t scare you.”

“It never did!”  

“Oh, no.” Your voice was soaked with sarcasm, making the boy shift the weight between his legs and frown, clearly annoyed. “I’d like to hear your perfect explanation, other than fear, to why you jumped out of my window last week when he got home.”

“Is this an attempt to shred my masculinity to pieces?” He questioned and, even though it was a bitter response, his tone was smooth, making chills run across your spine. “Because if it is so, I’ll have to show you again who the boss is.”

That strong male dominant man standing in front of you nearly erased the cute dork one you met almost two years ago. You could still remember that night, when you snuck out to find the source of the unfamiliar human smell you had sensed and, then, you found those two boys, who were Scott and Stiles, as you would later find out, examining your backyard,  so deep within their investigation that they did not even realised you were there.

You could not help but let a small giggle slip, recalling their stumped faces when you cleared your throat and draw their attention to you. Definitely priceless the way they got scared once Derek stormed at yard, angry as hell because he thought you were under some sort of risk.

“Do tell me what is so amusing.” His hands were lazily massaging your waist, which induced a low moan to escape. “Come on, babe.”

“It’s nothing, really. I was thinking about how much you have grown.”

“Am I really hearing a compliment from you, Mrs. Hale?”

“Definitely, Mr. Stilinski!”

Both of your faces were enlightened with bright smiles, enjoying the purity of that moment. Stiles stroke your cheek, his eyesight meeting yours with such deep feelings, and, afterwards, pulled you to another breathtaking kiss. So bloody intoxicating that your awareness was compromised, therefore not allowing you to hear a car parking outside.

Derek Hale decided to make you, his beloved daughter, a surprise by returning earlier, bringing as a gift the charm bracelet you wanted, one you bugged him about it for weeks. However, the minute he stepped in on the kitchen, everything else seemed worthless. Stiles Stilinski had his dirty hands on you and that angered him in ways no one could describe.

“What the hell is happening here?”

Upon hearing your father’s deep voice, your boyfriend pushed you off and choked on a breath, as if he was caught stealing or something. His reaction made you realise how much you hated the way Derek treated you, like he needed to be your saviour and never let anyone come too close, otherwise it could lead to you dying horribly. Urgh, this whole scenario was simply annoying and brought up the urge to remind him, despite the fact he was your dad, he could not control your life like that.  

Straightening it out your back, you finally turned to the angry man.

“I’m waiting for an answer.”

“Dad, this is not what you are thinking.” It was a lame excuse, sure, but nothing better came up. “Me and Stiles, we were just…”

“Hooking up? No strings attached?” The man queried, eyes widened and inflated nostrils. “Like you teens do it these days?”

“I-I, no… It’s nothing like that, I promise. I just…” Stiles tried to explain, babbling and making absolutly no sense.

“Shut up, Stilinski!” Derek roared and, if you were not standing in between them, he would have punched the pale boy. “Y/N, why haven’t you told me?”

“Do I really have to say it?” You intertwined your fingers with Stiles’, trying to ease his anxiousness. “Look, we have been dating for awhile now and I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, for I knew how you would react.”

The raven haired guy let his shoulders fall and glanced at you ashamed, while you allowed your head to rest against your boyfriend’s chest, receiving a tender stroke in your hair. It felt relieving to see him rethink his own actions and even more that, from now on, you no longer had to hide your relationship from him.

“So, can we talk like grown ups now, dad?”

A short while later, after a little bickering, since your father disliked the fact you had been going out with Stiles for at least six months and never told him, he apologised for his rough  attitude. Also, he used that to invite the boy to stay over for a meal. Derek argued he wanted to do things right and nothing sounded better than a family dinner. With everything settle, the older Hale went off to start cooking.

“See, it was not that bad.”

“What?” Stilinski flinched. “He nearly killed me, Y/N/N.”

“Oh, my poor baby.” You stood on your knees, leaning to whisper provocatively on his ear. “What can I do to make it up for you?”

His usual mischievous smirk appeared and he wrapped his arms around your waist, connecting your lips. It was a short kiss due to your father’s presence in the next room, but hot enough to increase the wetness on your panties. You wanted to make Stiles pay for teasing you so much. Matter fact, you already had a few ideas cooking on your mind and was just waiting the perfect timing.

Forty minutes had passed when your dad called both of you to take sits on the large table at the dining room. The food smelt delicious, he had made one of your favourite dishes: grilled chicken breast, smashed potatoes and a simple salad. It was nothing fancy, yet, all perfect in your eyes, for you had the company of the two men you loved more than anything.

“This is delicious!” You exclaimed, humming in pleasure.

“I have to agree.”

“I’m happy you enjoyed, kids.”

“Oh, damn it, dad, quit calling us kids. You’re not that old.”

Derek laughed and you joined him, whilst Stiles only smirked. As the conversation kept going, you noticed your boyfriend was definitely not paying attention to it, which gave you the opening to put your plans into practice. Stealthily, one of your hands trailed up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his crotch. Under such feeling, he quickly stopped breathing, nearly choking.

“Are you alright?” Derek quizzed. “Do you want some water?”

“No! I’m… fine.” He was fighting to not gasp and you gazed at him innocently.“It was nothing.”

You popped open his pants and your fingers played with the waistband of his underwear, already feeling his length harden underneath your indirect touch. Stilinski clenched his jaw and tried swallow his food, struggling to remain quiet. It would turn out to be a rather complicated task, since you were determined to taunt the hell out of him.

Derek was mumbling some unimportant stuff, to which you only hummed, pretending that you were listening. Under the table, you pushed down Stiles’ briefs, grasping his cock with your bare hands and slowly pressing its tip with your thumb. He was so fucking warm and hard, you could feel the wetness pooling in centre of your legs. Definitely not fair that even when you were the one provoking him, he still turned you on.

Your boyfriend glanced at you, his brown eyes dark and filled with lust. So fucking sexy and, to make it even worse, he placed one of his large hands above yours, forcing it to slide up and down on his member. This time, you were the one who had to suppress a loud sigh. Luckily, Hale did not even notice what was going on and it was better that way.

“OK, who’s ready for dessert?” Your father suddenly asked, standing up and collecting the dirty dishes, that, by the way, were already empty. You two did a pretty amazing job on eating single handed. It was a gift.

With a charming grin, you nodded effusively and informed him that there was some ice cream left in the freezer. Soon enough, he had abandoned the room and you were all alone again, which was perfect timing, because you could feel that Stiles was very close to his release by the way he suckled harshly to obtain air. His chest rising and falling rapidly.

Fuck, Y/N!” Your boyfriend muttered and you felt his cum drip on your hand. “Now, can you explain to me why the hell did you wanted me to embarrass myself in front of your father?”

You licked your fingers wiping it clean from his orgasm and all that Stiles did was stare, amazed. Well, at least you reached your goal: leave him wanting more. Just like he did with you.

“Did you like it?” It was an unexpected reply. “Because I did…”

“Oh, God damn it, Y/N. Stop teasing me!” He begged. “I’ll have to punish you later.”

“Dad!” You screamed, out of the blue. “Forget dessert, I’m going out with Stiles. We need to figure out some stuff with Scott.”
“Will you be back late?”

“Nah, I’ll be home by eleven.”


At the door, checking to see if he was still not looking, you stripped off your knickers and handed them to the brown haired boy near you. Stilinski quirked a brow, his traits showing he was a bit confused by that particular action.

“Oh, darling, I’m just saying I’m looking forward to being punished by you.”

Stiles grinned, maliciously, dragging you towards his jeep. It was going to be one hell of an intense night, the kind only him could provide you. And, heck, you were dying to get that started.

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