Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Stiles -Spark (ss)

From the first moment I met Stiles Stilinski, I've had this feeling about him that I still can't explain. I've always been friends with Lydia, Allison and even Scott, but Stiles... I just can't stand him. He always makes this stupid jokes about how I am too cocky, too bitchy, too bossy... I'd like to punch him sometimes. When I'm with him, or even in the same room with him with other people, he always, ALWAYS, bothers me. What's wrong with him? I myself am a person who loses it really easily. That's why he says I have a "spark" that makes him wanna bother me even more. It doesn't take much to make me angry, but he uses all his power to make my day a living hell.

I am now sitting in the cafeteria next to Lydia, who's currently talking to Allison. I see Stiles and Scott coming towards us and I roll my eyes, as he laugh at how done I am with him.

"Hey, how you doing?" Stiles asks as he sits down next to Scott. Lydia and Allison smile, but I keep my eyes on my phone, trying to ignore him. "Hey, Spark, I'm talking to you too."

"Don't call me Spark, you know I hate it."

"Why would I call you any other name if you specifically hate Spark..." he smirks. I sigh and get up, walking away from my friends just because of one guy. I don't want to fight like we do everyday, I'm not in the mood. I walk to my locker and take my favorite book, going in an empty classroom to finish my lunch. As I bite my apple, I start reading page 237. I swallow and hear the door opening, so I turn around and see him. Seriously?

"What do you want Stiles?" I ask him putting my book and apple down.

"Lydia told me to apologize to you."

"Well then say you're sorry..."

"I would... if I was. It's not my fault you get angry for nothing."

"It's not just what you did today, Stiles. It's how you do it every fucking day. Every single day, you pick on me, say what a bitch I am, point out every single flaw I have and- and I just can't take it anymore! I don't know if you think this is a game we do or something, but you can't expect me to stay around you if you make me feel horrible every time." I shout. His eyes widen as he slowly steps back.

"I never realized it actually made you feel this bad... you're the one who started it." He ads.

"What?" I ask walking towards him.

"Oh right, you don't remember. You started it because you were angry for some reason and I was the only one you could throw up all your frustration on." He throws his hands in the air as he talks.

"What?" I ask once again.

"You heard me." He says stepping closer to me.

"So? Everybody can have a bad day once in a while... but with you it is always hell, Stilinski..." His eyebrows narrow as he clicks his tongue. He tilts his head and smirks, pushing me against the wall. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask him. He doesn't answer, he just stares. "Get your hands off me..."

"I don't think you know who's the strongest between us... you should be a little more respectful with me..." he whispers, running his hands down my sides, stopping on my hips. I raise my eyebrows and let out a fake laugh.

"Oh yeah, like you could be stronger than me..." I say. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I liking his hands on me as he pins me against the wall? Why is his roughness turning me on?

"You want me to prove it to you, Spark?" He asks as he suddenly turns me around, pushing me against the wall as his chest is now pressed to my back. I can feel his hard bulge against my lower back as he inhales the scent of my hair. "I think we both know that I'm stronger... mmm I love your hair..." he lightly moans as he forms a makeshift ponytail with his hand and pulls my hair, forcing me to throw my head back. He starts sucking at the skin of my neck as I moan, my hand moving behind him to cup him over his pants. He rolls his hips to create more friction and I smirk. "You have no idea what you do to me every time... with your stupid comments and digs. When you roll your eyes, the only thing I see is you throwing those pretty eyes back as I pound into you..." I moan as he lightly bites at the skin under my ear and I gently squeeze his hard dick. "Fuck, (Y/n). Do you know how many times I thought about your pretty hands wrapped around my cock?"

"And you Stilinski? Do you know how many times I've dreamed about your long, beautiful fingers? I can't help but imagine them inside me every time I look at them..." I whisper in a low moan.

"Fuck..." he mumbles. I quickly slip my hand under his khakis and boxers, gripping at his cock as I stroke him slowly. His hips jerk in my hand and I smirk. Got him. I pull away from him and push him against the wall, so his is now facing me again as I press his back to the wall. I crush my lips on his and he puts one hand on my cheek, pulling me more into the kiss. I grip at his shirt with both my hands and he smiles as he licks my bottom lip for me to part my lips, but I don't, teasing him. He places his other hand on my ass and pulls me even closer, rolling his hips against me as I moan. He takes the chance to slide his tongue in my mouth, making me smirk. His phone buzzes and I pull away as I lightly jump. He takes it and looks at the message he just received: it's from Scott.

"Is everything okay with (Y/n)?"

"Uh, I should probably go." He says sadly.

"Sure." I say walking away, as I fix my hair. He looks at me before walking to the door, when he stops.

"Spark?" He calls.

"Mm." I hum in response.

"Let's not fight again, okay? What we did, before, what we would still be doing if it wasn't for that damn friend of us... I liked it. I like you. I know I've been a pain in the ass, but-.." she cuts him off.

"I liked it too. Maybe we should do it again... now go." I say and he rushes towards me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I smile as he runs out of the classroom and in the hallway to meet Scott. I have no idea what just happened, but I'm sure as hell I liked it.