Imagines ⌲ Stilinski

|Study Date|

Stiles jumps when he hears a soft tap on his window, grinning brightly at the sight of his girlfriend perched outside. He quickly strides to the window, unlocking it and popping it open. "Hey, you." He smiles, stepping aside so she can slip into his bedroom.

"Hiya," Y/N grins, sliding inside and cupping his cheeks to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Ready to study? Buddy?" She jokes, bumping their hips. He arches an eyebrow and she slips off her book bag. "What? Get it? Study buddy?"

"No, no, I get it, it's just a little more cheesiness than I can handle." He teases with an innocent grin. She snorts.

"Hey, you signed up to date me, that means you have to deal with my horrible jokes too." She says matter-o-factly, poking his nose. He groans dramatically, tipping his head back.

"If you insist.." He mutters playfully. She rolls her eyes and pecks his nose, grabbing her history book from her bag and making her way to sit on his bed.

"Alright. So, history first?" She offers. He groans, flopping beside her onto his stomach and placing his chin in his palm.

"Why not science? History blows." He says.

"You just don't like it because Mr. Harris is the teacher." She raises her eyebrows, and he simply shrugs.

"What can I say, he's a butt." He shrugs. She chuckles, shaking her head.

"Well, I agree, but we have a test tomorrow and my grade dropped since our last test. But honestly that wasn't my fault, considering I was out a whole week before and he only gave me like three days to study." She rolls her eyes. He chuckles, resting his chin gently on her shoulder.

"See what I mean? He seriously should have cut you some slack, you had strep throat for God sake's."

She snorts. "You're telling me," She murmurs, not taking her eyes off her textbook as she turns her lips to peck him under the eye. He smiles, tipping his head.

"I love you..." He hums, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. She can't help but chuckle, raising her eyebrows.

"You're not getting out of studying, Stilinski." She jokes, causing him to groan.

"Oh come on! I have something a lot better we can do.." He murmurs before his lips connect with her neck, kissing softly near her collar bone. She simply chuckles, still refusing to take her eyes off her book.

"Stiles, seriously, come on, I really need to do well on this test.." She starts before he starts gently sucking on the skin of her neck, drawing a gentle 'oh' from her lips. "Alright, well, it's not like I'm a star student or anything.." She chuckles, shoving her book off the bed before rolling over so he could easily hover her, their lips connecting in a slow, gentle kiss. Her arms reach up to wrap around his neck, her fingers sliding over the back of his neck and up into his brown hair. He moans softly against her lips, nipping slightly at her jaw before continuing to nip and kiss at her neck. She lets out a low growl as she bites his bottom lip, drawing it out slowly and teasingly. He smiles, his upper lip ghosting hers as he kisses her lips again. She grips his hair tight with one hand, the other clawing at his back. She slowly draws him closer, their chests almost touching, but barely as he buries his head deeper into her neck the more he kisses the soft skin.

"God, Stiles.." She gasps, her nose brushing gently against his. He chuckles, ghosting her lips once more.

"Ahem."

Both heads shoot up from each other when they hear someone clear their throat from the doorway, both pairs of eyes going wide. They look up to see no other then Sheriff Stilinski, who simply raises his eyebrows.

"Study date, huh son?" Stiles nearly chokes, and before he can respond he's stumbling off the bed with a thud. Y/N lets out a nervous chuckle and sits up, smoothing a hand over her tee shirt and giving a small finger wave of embarrassment.

"Evening, Sheriff. How--How was work?" She asks causally, letting her legs dangle off the bed as she smiles a nervously innocent smile. The older man simply smirks, shaking his head and giving a nod to the girl on the bed.

"Oh, peachy, thanks for asking. Nice hair by the way," He says, causing the girl to quickly adjust her locks. She chuckles nervously, nodding.

"Thanks.." The man simply chuckles before looking to his son as the boy sits up and leans against the side of the bed.

"This is why I make you keep your bedroom door open." He teases, flashing one more smile to the girl on the bed before disappearing down the hall. Y/N can't help but laugh when she glances over to her boyfriend, seeing his tomato red face. She leans her head over the side of the bed so it's level with his, pressing her pink lips against his warm cheek.

"Working till 10, hm?" She hums.

"Oh, hush.." Stiles pouts, sinking deeper against the bed. She laughs softly, nuzzling his spotted cheek softly and pecking it once more, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

"Well, we've had a make-out session, now do I get to study?" She asks, resting her chin on his shoulder. He groans, leaning his head back against the bed.

"Okay, fine. But only cause I love you.." He murmurs, smiling up at her. She grins, pecking his lips tenderly and smoothing a hand over his hair.

"I love you too. Now up! Time to read about the freaking Cold War."