STILES STILINSKI IMAGINES

02 - jealous

synopsis : you get jealous of stiles and malia's friendship, so you decide to make stiles remember who he belongs to;)

warnings : hickeys, no actual doing of the dirty

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"Ooh, someone's jealous," Lydia taunted as I saw Stiles with freaking Malia.

"What're you talking about?" I ask, looking over at Lydia. She smiled back at me, arching her perfect eyebrows.   "I'm not jealous. I'm just..."

Malia stepped forward. She really couldn't get any further without kissing my boyfriend, since he rested his back on the brick wall of the school.

"Jealous?" Lydia asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, jealous. Who the hell does she think she is?" I crossed my arms, blowing out a big breath. She can't just do that.

"You."

I peeled my eyes away from Malia and Stiles to see Lydia looking at me expectantly.  "What?"

"She thinks that she's you. Only makes sense." Lydia shrugged.  "But, Y/N, she's not. You've gotta make Stiles and Malia both remember that."

"How?"

"Well for Malia, just tell her to back off. She's a were-coyote - she knows how territorial issues work. And for Stiles..." Lydia took a small step forward.  "You've gotta, you know, mark your territory."

I gulped. Mark my territory? Does she mean have sex?

I've never had sex. Sure, I act all confident, but I'm really not. Like, at all.

Lydia patted my back.  "Have fun. Oh - and, uh...remember protection. The last thing we need is a baby crawling around in the midst of this supernatural hell." With that, Lydia whipped her head around, and strutted off.

I gulped again.

I walked over to Stiles and Malia.  "Hey, guys."

They turned to me, smiling.

"Hey, babe," Stiles grabbed my hand.  "Ready to go?"

I nodded. First I had to take care of Malia.  "I'll meet you at Roscoe."

"Alright..." Stiles looked between Malia and myself before shrugging. He kissed my cheek and walked towards his beloved blue jeep.

I turned to Malia.  "Okay, look. I don't want to sound too bitchy, here, but I really like Stiles. Hell, I love him. And you...you're like, beautiful. Really. And when beautiful people talk to my boyfriend, I get like...jealous. And...nervous. Scared. You know?"

"Are you telling me to back off?" Malia asked, taking a step closer. I gulped (for the hundredth time).

You can do this, Y/N. She's trying to steal your boyfriend - she can't just do that.

She actually could. Shit.

"Y - Yes?"

Malia growled.  "Okay, look," she started, mocking what I first said.  "I  don't wanna sound bitchy here, but...actually, I do. Listen, Stiles doesn't deserve some stupid girl who can't protect herself. Remember last month? You were in the hospital three times, and Stiles was there every time. Every single time. And who was there, besides Scott, so he could cry on her shoulder? Me."

"What're you saying?" I asked, feeling the tears brim my eyes.

"I'm saying that he doesn't deserve a weak little girl like you." Malia said right as Stiles yelled for me to go.  "Have fun with your boyfriend."

I turned, walking away.

There was no way in hell  I was going to let her take him from me.

I mean, she was right. I wasn't the strongest of the pack, but I tried to help when I could. That had to mean something, right?

No.

I climbed in the jeep. Stiles began driving, as I clicked the seatbelt on.

"What was that about?" Stiles asked.  "Your fists were clenched like nobody's business."

I put on a smile.  "Nothing." Mark your territory.  "So," I placed my hand on Stiles' thigh.  "How was class?"

Stiles glanced down at my hand, but quickly back up at the road.  "G - Good. What about you?"

"Good," My thumb rubbed his thigh slowly.

Before I knew it, Stiles had pulled into my house. This is what you get when your parents decide to move you as close to the high school as humanly possible.

Stiles climbed out of the jeep quickly. Maybe marking my territory wasn't going to happen. Maybe Stiles didn't want to.

"You okay?" Stiles asked when we walked into my room. He sat on my bed.

"I'm fine." I walked in between his legs. Stiles put his hands on my lower back.  "I just don't like Malia all over you like that. 

"Malia?" Stiles' grip on my back tightened.  "She's just a friend. Don't worry about her."

"Oh, I'm gonna worry about her. She's gorgeous, and for all I know, you could be in love with her or something - "

"Y/N, really? I think you're taking it a little bit too far. I'll never be in love with her, you know why?" I raised an eyebrow.  "Because I'm sort of in love with you."

I smiled and took his face in my hands. I brought his lips to mine, pushing him back on  the bed. I climbed on top of him and moved my lips to his neck.

"What're you doing?" Stiles asked quickly.

"Marking my territory," I reply. 

"B - But I'm always the one giving hickeys," Stiles stuttered out. I started to pull away, but he just pushed my head back down.  "I didn't say you could stop."

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"Hi, Malia," I greet, waving with a smile. Ever since Stiles and my makeout session last night, I've felt extremely confident; something I'm not used to.

Stiles greeted Malia as well, pulling up the collar of his flannel. Malia still noticed, though, and I winked, taking Stiles' hand in mine before pulling him away.

"Alright babe, I'm gonna go to class," Stiles stopped at my locker. I opened it, pulling out my honor's English book. I closed the locker and turned to him. He had a smirk on his face.

"Okay. I'll see you in second." I smiled, pulling the collar of his flannel closer to me. I kissed him passionately. There was no way I wouldn't let him go.

"Can't wait. I love you," Stiles kissed my cheek and walked away.

I didn't get to reply, but I knew that he knew what I would say.

"So," Lydia walked up.  "Mark your territory?"

I smiled, crossing my arms.  "You know it."

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