Skip Day | Stiles Stilinski
Stiles Stilinski x Reader
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Prompt: Stiles gets you to ditch school with him and his dad catches you both in an awkward situation
Warnings: slight smut (it gets pretty heated); swearing
You walked over to your locker and dropped your backpack at your feet with a sigh. The lunch bell had just rang so you shoved your backpack in the metal compartment and shut the door before anything could fall out. You turned and followed the rest of your classmates to the lunchroom, a headache already brewing behind your eyes.
"Hey!" you heard a familiar, chipper voice call from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to find your boyfriend bouncing his way towards you. Once he was by your side, he wrapped a long arm around your shoulders. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Stiles," you sighed and wrapped your arm around his waist as you walked together. "I promised my parents I wouldn't fall behind this year."
"It's half of one day!" Stiles argued, looking around and dropping his voice when he'd realized how loud he'd been. "It's not our fault some supernatural psychos torment our town every few months."
You let out a laugh and shook your head a bit. Your parents knew about the Pack and your little adventures. How could they not after Deucalion kidnapped you and used you as a rouse to get to your friends. You were missing for almost a week by the time everyone found you. After that, you told them everything and they were just happy you hadn't been turned into some weird creature. They also liked Stiles and knew he would protect you no matter what.
"Only if I can do my homework… and no funny business," you finally agreed, slowing to a stop outside the lunchroom. Stiles grinned and nodded his head quickly, the two of you going back the way you'd came to get your things from your locker. After that, you were off to the tall brunette's house.
The drive to the Stilinski house was short and the two of you were happy to see the Sheriff's car wasn't parked in the driveway. You didn't want a lecture about the importance of education. You both climbed out of the powder blue vehicle, Stiles carrying your backpack for you as he unlocked the front door and let you inside. You sighed happily as you stepped into the familiar home, a soft smile spreading across your lips.
Stiles led you through the house to his bedroom, even though you already knew it like the back of your hand. You sat down on the bed and kicked off your shoes, taking the deep blue blanket that was folded neatly next to you and wrapping it around your shoulders. Stiles set your backpack on the floor in front of you before kicking off his own shoes, nearly falling over as he did so. He quickly regained his balance and smiled at you.
"Always," you replied with a wrinkle to your nose.
Stiles sighed happily and bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. He then spun around and made his way out of the room while calling, "This is why I love you!"
You giggled softly and shook your head at his silliness. You then leaned down and pulled your homework out of your backpack, using one of your textbooks as a surface to write on. You started on your work before Stiles could come back and distract you like he was oh so good at. When he came back into the room, he was juggling a stack of sandwiches, two bags of chips and two soda cans.
"Okay. Okay help, help, help," he sputtered out while rushing towards the bed.
You quickly took the sodas and chips out of your boyfriend's hands in time for him to regain balance of the sandwiches. He made an 'Ah-ha!' in victory before climbing onto the bed beside you. Once he was situated, he passed you a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel. You passed him his chips and his drink then went back to your homework while happily munching on your sandwich.
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company and eating. To your surprise, Stiles actually let you do your school work. You knew it wasn't going to last long. Sure enough, when he was done eating, you felt the brunette shift closer to you. You could tell he was looking over your shoulder at the work in front of you. It was only a matter of time before he would start whispering the answers in your ear. It wasn't that he didn't think you could figure them out on your own, he just wanted you to be finished so he could have your undivided attention.
You felt him get up from the bed but didn't bother to see what he was doing. Sometimes it was better to just not question Stiles and his actions. You felt him climb back onto the bed and heard a pencil scratching on paper shortly after. You smiled, knowing he was actually doing his homework. Moments later, a paper was thrust in front of your face. It was the same worksheet you were halfway done with, completely filled out.
"I don't need the answers," you sighed with a shake of your head.
"I know you don't," Stiles responded. You looked over your shoulder and met his honey colored eyes. "It'll just be faster this way."
You huffed slightly but took the paper anyway and filled in the answers Stiles had given you. When you were done, you felt slender arms snake around your waist. His face nuzzled into the side of your neck, lips tickling your skin as a hum left his mouth. He slowly began pressing open mouthed kisses down to your shoulder. A content sigh left your lips as you practically melted into his touch.
Stiles gently took the blanket off your shoulders and began to pull you closer but you tisked softly and pulled away. You turned to look at him, wearing a small smirk while his face held a pout. "I still have to do math," you told him.
A groan left the brunette's chest as his head fell back. "No. No math. No Spanish. No more homework," he argued.
He grabbed your arms and pulled you into him. This time you didn't protest as he climbed on top of you, using his hands to support his weight as he gazed down into your eyes. He lowered himself down until he was settled between your thighs and his forearms were resting beside your head. Your hands traveled up his biceps and around his shoulder blades, one hand snaking into the short hairs on the back of his head. In an instant you pulled him down, lips meeting in a fiery kiss.
Stiles hummed against your lips as they moved in sync. He pulled back when he felt short of breath and looked down at you again. Your pupils were blown and your lips were swollen, a brighter pink now. He let out a chuckle as a smirk spread across his lips. "Still wanna do homework?" he ask cockily.
"Shut up," you breathed back through a smile, pulling him down to meet your lips again.
Stiles shifted his weight, hips grinding down against against yours and causing a moan to escape your lips. When your mouth opened he took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Your legs came up and hooked over his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. His tongue felt like velvet in our mouth, causing another moan to escape you.
The brunette pulled away slowly, teeth dragging your plump bottom lip with him. Before you could protest, his mouth attached to your neck. He sucked at your soft skin, teeth nipping in all the right places that he knew drove you crazy. Your breath was leaving you in short pants as your fingers gripped at his shoulders.
Stiles pushed your shirt up past your stomach and over your breasts. The light color of eyes seemed to disappear as his pupils grew wildly. His hands covered the fleshy mounds on your chest over your bra and he squeezed them deliciously. "God you have the most perfect tits," he said with a low voice. He pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin just above the edge of your bra.
You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face as your fingers curled into his hair. A gasp left your mouth when he pulled the padded cup of your bra down and his hot mouth encased your nipple. You whined as his tongue swirled around the perky nub. Your hands gripped at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off of him to get your hands on more of his body.
"Stiles why are you- Oh God," Sheriff Stilinski's voice startled you both.
Your boyfriend quickly covered you with his blanket, rolling off of you and onto the floor. He jumped up, pulling his shirt down and clasping his hands together in front of the bulge in his jeans. Your face had never been so red as you sat up and fixed your clothing under the shield of a blanket. Thankful Stiles had been on top of you, shielding your body with his own.
"Hey dad! What are you, uh, why are you home?" Stiles stuttered out.
The Sheriff had his back to you both now, hands on his hips. When he turned around he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. He simply stared at his son in shock. "I came home to get some files I left here and… Why am I explaining myself to you? Shouldn't you two be at school?" he questioned you both.
You and Stiles looked at each other, wracking your brains for some sort of excuse. Neither of you could come up with anything. Noah Stilinski sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly as he looked at the two embarrassed teenagers. "You know what, I've got to go. The two of you, behave. I'm still too young to be a grandpa," he sighed out.
"Oh God, dad," Stiles mumbled and covered his face.
"Bye Sheriff," you spoke as innocently as you could, a sweet smile on your face.
All Noah could manage to do was smile uncomfortably before leaving the room. Stiles walked to his door and shut it once he heard his dad exit the house. He turned back to you slowly and the second your eyes met, the two of you erupted in fits of laughter.
The brunette boy walked back across the room and crawled up the bed, still fighting giggles. You curled up against his side his let out a sigh once you caught your breath. The both of you knew the mood was ruined, but you weren't mad about it. Admittedly, your own parents had walked in on you two in heated situations more than once. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as you laid in silence for a little while.
"Can we watch Once Upon A Time?" you asked, tilting your head up to look at your boyfriend.
"Oh so you can talk about how hot Captain Hook is the whole time?" Stiles scoffed but reached for his remote anyway and turned on his TV.
"Hey! Killian Jones is a beautiful specimen and you've admitted that!" you argued with a smile. You leant up and pressed a kiss to the corner of Stiles' mouth. "No one compares to you though."
Stiles couldn't help but smile and press a sweet peck to your lips. He put on the show and snuggled closer to you. The two of you were invested in the show for a few episodes. At some point, Stiles fell asleep. You didn't know when, you just know he eventually started snoring softly. You carefully paused the show and placed the remote beside you. You then nuzzled your nose against his chest and let yourself drift off to sleep with him.
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