Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Lake House

Summery: Your love hate relationship with Stiles comes to a head when your families spend the holidays together but you and Stiles are the first to arrive.

Every summer since you could remember your family travelled up to the woods to a lake house that you always had to share with the Stilinski's. It was big enough for both your families but it wasn't big enough for you and Stiles to avid each other.

The start of every holiday would bring the two of you a short relief from seeing each other, only to be forced to spend the summer together. When you were younger your parents hating, each other was a phase that you'd grow out of.

But now you were both older they were more and more concerned with the rivalry that seemed to be warring between the two of you. To make things worse you were effectively Lydia Martin's rival making Stiles even more bitter towards you.

"So, you are looking forward to the lake house?" Scott teased as you laughed and joked with your friends.

"No, Dad's got work and her parents are out of town for a while which means we have to go up by ourselves for a week." Stiles grumbled.

"At least you can avoid each other?" Scott offered as he patted Stiles on the shoulder, smiling when you glared over at them.

"Not really, apparently, the lake house is having some stuff done to it so the two of us have rooms next to each other and they share a bathroom, I'd rather have the loft room like usual." He sighed and pulled his books from his locker as he stuffs the books he'd need to read over the summer into his bag.

"Well good luck, if Mom gets off work we should be able to come up." Scott offered and he smiled.

"Yeah hopefully." He grinned until he forced himself to come to a stop in front of you and your friends. "You ready then?"

"Good luck (Y/N), hopefully that Jeep doesn't break down on you." One of your friends called as you stormed after him.

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"So, Lydia still doesn't notice you?" You asked Stiles, speaking to him for the first time since arriving at the lake house.

"Why do you care?" He asked and you shrugged.

"I don't, just making conversation." You sighed and left him sat alone on the porch. You returned a few hours later but said nothing as you set a bowl of food next to him before walking back to your room.

The next three days you argued about anything and everything, from the correct way to make a cheese tostie to whether you should fold or roll clothes when you're packing. After having enough, you decided to go swimming in the lake and left Stiles to fume to himself.

When you came back Stiles had clearly cooked and cleaned in the kitchen, the plate sat covered waiting for you made you smile a little, deciding to get dressed before eating it you headed back to your room, stopping when a moan came from Stiles'.

"Oh... (Y/N)." The groan made you blush and you hurried to your room, going to the bathroom for a towel only to find Stiles had left the bathroom door open.

You slowly snuck towards Stiles' room and bit your lip as you watched him, spread eagled on his bed with the sheets kicked to the floor, pumping himself as he moaned and gasped.

"(Y/N) what the hell!" Stiles yelped when his head rolled to the side and he spotted you. "How long were you there?"

"Um... not that long you admitted with a blush flooding to your face.

"You know that you're soaking wet, right?" He asked and laughed when you glanced down at your thighs. "I meant your hair... or did you like watching me?"

"No." You scoffed quickly and he cocked his head to the side, slowly moving to pump himself as his eyes stayed locked on you, laughing when you turned and hurried to dry your hair, ignoring the obscenely loud grunts and moans Stiles was making.

He started counting and when he hit one you stomped in, stripped off your swim suit, and clambered into the bed, kissing him roughly as he pulled your thighs up to his waist.

"I hate you." You groaned as he turned you and moved his legs so he could push into you.

"Good, I hate you too." He grunted as he gripped your hips, rolling them as he ground up against you with jerked thrusts. "No I don't... I don't any more not that much."

"Then why do you act like a jerk?" You asked, your head tipping back as Stiles stroked up and down your sides and your stomach.

"Why do you?" He questioned and you shrugged, whimpering when his hands moved to brush over your breasts. "I'm sorry I didn't hear that?"

"Please." You whimpered a little louder and he smirked to himself.

"Good girl." Was all he muttered as he gently massaged your breasts as he stroked over your clit until you lost the rhythm of your hips and began wriggling to get a better friction.

"You know if we don't hate each other we like sex we should do this more often." He muttered smiling when you groaned and let him move the two of you until you were on your back pinned underneath him.

"Really, how often?" You asked and he chuckled as he kissed just below your ear, his breath raising Goosebumps as he wrapped your legs around your waist and pushed into you.

"Well I'm good to go when ever so... maybe under the table in class, under the bleachers before a game and after." He laughed when you moaned and he started to slow his thrusts drawing out the feeling that was building.

He kissed you harshly and your hands tangled into his hair as he had you coming undone with two firm thrusts, he moans softly against your lips and let out a contented sigh as he rolled next to you, neither of you saying anything as he gently stroked your thigh.

"Oh crap." He sighed as he leant over to check his phone. "Scott's Mom got time off, they'll be there in half an hour."

"Where are you going?" You asked lazily as he scrambled to get to the bathroom.

"To shower because Scott can smell.... Is good at guessing when people have sex and he'll be really buggy about it." He let out in one breath. "You can join me if you want." He offered.