Dylan O'Brien imagines❤️

Stiles -Jackson (n)

I decided to not make Jackson a boyfriend, just an asshole (as he was in the first two seasons). I literally loved when he came back though, half wolf half kanima, it was so exiting!! Anyway, hope you like it...

"Stiles I think I can handle it." You tell your worried boyfriend.
"He's an asshole, please listen to me, don't go in there..." he begs you with his puppy eyes.
"Listen, you stay out here, and if I need help I'll just call you ok?"
"FINE!" He says and throws his hands in the air.
You then start walking into the lockers room, opening the door and closing it behind you, just to see Jackson shirtless looking at you.
"Whoa- hey, you wanted to see me?" You ask him, a little scared.
"Yes," he says while slowly walking towards you. His eyes locked on your low-cut shirt, and you understand that he's looking at your boobs. He's now really close, an evil smirk on his face. He looks at your body from head to toes, then he raises his eyebrows and looks at you in the eyes.
"I just wanted to let you know how much I like your body... it's perfect." He says then places his hand on your cheek. He removes his hand and looks at your boobs again. He then tries to touch them, but before  he can, you yell.
"STILES!"
He quickly comes in.
"What's the problem?" He asks you.
"Umh-uh- Jackson wants to talk to you." You say and run away.

Stiles's POV:
She walks away and closes the door behind her. I turned around to face Jackson, who was smirking.
"What did you do?" I ask angry.
"I just told her the truth... that she has an amazing body, that's all."
"I swear to God, Whittemore, If you hurt her or even just touch her, I'll..."
"You'll what Stilinski? You'll punch me? Well go ahead. It won't change anything..." he says laughing.
"I'm gonna go." I say and walk away.
"Remember my words, Stilinski, if I catch her alone, she won't forget it..."
I get angrier and walk towards him.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying... if I catch her alone, anywhere, she'll remember what I did to her..."
"You're an asshole!"
"Oh, Stilinski, did I hit a soft spot there? What are you going to do when she'll tell you what I did to her? When she'll come to you crying, because I destroyed her? Huh? What if she knocks at your door and start crying in your arms, and just because I wanted to have some fun..."
"Jackson stop..."
"Are you getting angry? Oh, because you're a jealous boyfriend, aren't you? Well, think about this... my hands all over her and her hands all over me... what if she likes it? What if she likes me better than you, huh loser? That's what scares you, right? You can't even imagine what I'm gonna do...let's just say that even if you'll not be there, you'll hear her..." he says and laughs.
"What do you mean?" I ask angrier than I ever was.
"I'll make her scream your name, from the pain, begging for help... or mine, if she likes it." He says smiling "It depends on what I'll do with her." He says and starts walking away. "As I said, she has an amazing body..." he says and exits the room.
I'm standing here, alone. Thinking about what he just said. I won't let that happen.
I quickly get out of the lockers room and see Jackson talking to y/n. I start running towards her and I get to her side. Jackson looks at me before winking at her and walking away. I notice she's following him with her gaze as he walks away.
"Babe?" I say, trying to get her attention back. But she totally ignores me. What if... what if she's actually liking him better?