Stiles Stilinski Imagines

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"What am I supposed to do?" Stiles asked Scott and Malia as the wo of them hurried beside him.

"Why is it so bad that she talks to other people?" Malia asked as they stopped to split off and head to separate classes.

"Guys, she talks to other guys." Stiles growled which caused Scott to chuckle and glance over to the gate where you were sat on the hood of the Jeep as you chatted to someone.

"Just relax Stiles, you're panicking over nothing." Scott insisted, rolling his eyes when Stiles spotted you, eyes glowing as he pushed between them.

"Excuse me, I'll see you guys later." He grumbled. "Hey!"

"Stiles seriously." You complained as he stared at the person you'd been chatting with until they left.

"For all you know they could have been a bad guy." Stiles defended as he picked you up off the car and carried you round to your side and set you down.

"Because I, a werewolf, could not possibly defend myself from a nerdy teen." You sighed dramatically, turning to face him only to jump a little when you realised he'd moved in.

"We need to get home." He sighed after staring at you for a moment.

Stiles lent on the doorframe of your class as you chatted with your professor, laughing as he showed you something, making Stiles growl quietly enough for only you to hear him.

"I should go, thanks." You smiled and waved at the tutor, hurrying out to the corridor to find Stiles had gone.

"He's a funny guy huh?" Stiles asked as he came back after chatting with someone.

"Stiles seriously, what is your problem?" you grumbled.

"My problem?" He hissed. "I'm your alpha but everyone in the world seems to get more attention that I do, all it takes is a joke from another guy and you laugh and flirt but try and do anything with you and I get back chat and hate."

"Whatever Stiles, come find me when your egos in check and you stop being a possessive ass." You grumbled, storming away knowing he'd be waiting for you to finish your next class so you skipped it and went home to work on your projects.

"(Y/N)?" Stiles called as he came home, panicking when he couldn't find you anywhere.

"Trying to have a shower!" You yelled with as much sarcasm as you could muster.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" He complained and let himself into the bathroom as you grabbed at your towel.

"I was trying to get some time away from you." You grunted which made him glower at you.

For a moment, he just stared at you, slowly moving forwards as he seemed to find the words he was looking for. "You know I don't like being like this right, but I'm on my own and the only pack member I have is working against me constantly."

"You have Scott" You pointed out, stepping back to create more space between the two of you but he just followed.

"No, not anymore, being alphas in the same pack was to hard so now we have our own separate packs." He stopped when you hesitated. "I'm your alpha (Y/N), I get a sick feeling in my stomach if I can't find you, when I have nightmares I check in on you because the sound of you sleeping sooths me."

"Weird." You mumbled, both of you jumping when your back and his hands hit the shower wall at the same time.

"I just need some kind of submission from you, we're a pack of two and I don't know how well I can protect you, you don't even have to let me mark you with a bite just talk to me." He sounded desperate and his hands had slid down the wall to wrap around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck.

"Stiles I...." You started to mumbled reassurance to him but he cut you off.

"I just need a text now and then when I don't see you all day, if you cut classes let me know you got home ok... tell me if things are bothering you so I can fix them, like an alpha." He growled the word Alpha so roughly it sent a shiver through you.

You didn't know what to say, you could tell he'd intended to tell you off but ended up spewing his feelings out of relief. You moved your hair out of the way, leaning to the side as you leant in the hesitant kiss he placed on your neck.

"It's ok." You whimpered when his fangs extended and a sudden jolt of pain snapped through you as he bit down, pulling away with his eyes glowing red in the dim light of the bathroom.

"Mine." He snarled, slowly turning to a hum as he watched his bite knit together and leave a pail scar. To the human eye there would be nothing there but anything Stiles thought of as a threat would know that he'd marked you.

"Yours." You agreed, nuzzling into him as his hands slid under your towel.