«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were Jackson's enemy. You constantly bullied him and were not afraid. At first you were irreconcilable enemies, but then you found out that in some sense he likes you, and you realized that sympathy is hidden behind your mockery. *** "Look, Jackson, you're the last one again, apparently you don't know how to run," you mockingly sang, approaching the men's locker room. Lacrosse team classes have been over for forty minutes, and your history lesson ended literally ten minutes ago, so it seemed funny to you. Many of your classmates had already left, and the rest were just rushing to the exit of the school to go home as soon as possible. You stopped near the door leading to the men's locker room and wanted to continue your speech, but you didn't even have time to cry out, as suddenly you were dragged into the room. An angry Jackson pinned you to the locker, winding your arms over your head. "Who else is the last one here?" he whispered, hinting that apart from the two of you and a few other teachers, there was no one left in the school: everyone dispersed while you were bullying Jackson. "You," laughing, you retorted, because you were already going to go home, but could not miss the opportunity to laugh at Jackson. Sharply biting into your lips with a kiss, he closed the shower door with a key, simultaneously trying to rip off your clothes, which he did not do from the first time. Stroking your naked body, the guy greedily examined you, licking his dry lips. He realized that you were ready, and with one jerk he entered you. You screamed, but he didn't stop. Whittemore held your hands tightly, increasing the pace, he kissed your neck and chest. "I'm going to cum now," after a while Jackson whispered hoarsely in your ear and after a few more thrusts, moaned and pulled away. You took a shower and then dressed quickly. Jackson was in no hurry to follow your example. "What will we do if I get pregnant? "is that all you asked, looking at the ceiling, at the wall, anywhere but at Whittemore? Jackson's eyes widened, as if he had just realized the essence of this situation. "If you get pregnant, you'll just have an abortion," the guy said confidently. Suddenly you're angry. "Everything is simple for you," you said through gritted teeth. Quickly finding your bag with a glance, you picked it up and ran out of the shower. Jackson still doesn't understand why you reacted negatively to his offer. He looked at the door slamming behind you, then, having decided something for himself, went to the shower, and then began to dress quickly. *** When you went outside, you sat down on the asphalt and covered your face with your hands. "Why am I such a fool?". You felt hot tears running down your cheeks and immediately wiped them away, deciding to go home. *** When Jackson, who ran out of school, realized that you were nowhere to be found, he started calling Scott, with whom you were friends. Whittemore knew that Scott definitely had your phone number, because you often called when one of you was late for class. McCall flatly refused to give your number to Jackson and he started to get angry. Then Whittemore called Stiles, who started hitting on him, but gave your phone number, calling Jackson a "complete fool." Jackson also found out from Stilinski where you live, so he went straight to your house, since you didn't answer the phone.