Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Love You, Hate You

Warnings: smut, jerk!Stiles, Stiles fluff, cute smut, gentle Stiles, touching/ heavy petting, sex, swearing

Stiles chucked another piece of popcorn at you as he blared Star Wars through his laptop making it impossible for you to concentrate. You knew he was doing it to annoy you which you never understood because he hated you from the second he set eyes on you, Scott liked you well enough but Stiles just never had.

"ENOUGH!" You yelled making Stiles jump. "I am failing three classes and my Dad isn't as high up as yours so I have two weekend jobs while you sit on your merry fucking ass so will you shut the fuck up Stilinski!" You bellowed at him.

He looked surprised, he'd never made you snap that badly before and if you were honest you were tired of worrying about your dad while putting up with every average teenager's problems and Stiles.

You weren't sure how but you got on top of Stiles, frustrated and kissing him, at first his hands were on your arms expecting this to be some sort of trap but when he realised you were genuinely so upset that you needed something to distract you he let you continue without any fuss.

"You ok?" He asked genuinely worried when tears began dripping down your cheeks. Before you could fully burst into frustrated tears you climbed off him and grabbed your wash bag, heading to the bathroom.

When you emerged from the shower you realised you'd forgotten to grab your clothes. You quietly headed into the bedroom you found Stiles' bed empty and your bag had vanished, the only things on the bed was a set of panties and your school books.

"Stilinski where is my stuff!" You yelled at him.

"What the hell are you yelling about?" Stiles grumbled as he pottered back into the room with a new sugar snack. "Oh, yeah I stole your clothes."

"Why would you do that?" You sighed wondering how you'd get any work done over the weekend.

"Because you're frustrated." Stiles muttered as if it was an obvious answer. "I mean you hate me and you were climbing all over me back then, you need to chill."

"First off you're the one that hates me, I have no idea what your problem is and I need to get dressed so I can read my book for English." You huffed.

"But you didn't say you weren't frustrated." Stiles muttered as he set his bowl down on the side table next to him.

"Stiles please give them back." You huffed with a flirty pout as you softly trailed your fingers over his chest, bumping noses with him in an attempt to make him cave.