Teen Wolf Preferences

You Wear His Clothes

Stiles: "What to wear, what to wear," You complain to yourself, searching through the closet for the thousandth time, trying to find an outfit for the day. Running your hands through your hair, you close your eyes. Hopeless, you walk to the bedroom, but eye the flannel shirt and pair of jeans Stiles has thrown on the bed. You close your eyes for a moment, listening to Stiles crack jokes to himself in the shower, the water faintly covering his laugh. Making a quick decision, you grab your black tights from the closet. You pull them along with Stiles signature red flannel shirt. You take a quick look in the mirror. "Y/N?" You turn around to see Stiles, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, droplets of water glistening his chest. He smiles as sees what you're wearing. "How in the world do you look cuter than I do in my clothes?" You grin up at him, "It's a talent."

Derek: "Babe." He rushes into the room, frantic expression on his face. "Have you seen my... shoes." The question ends as a statement as he stares at your feet, his shoes comfortably hugging them. He looks up, meeting your eyes, and you smile sheepishly. "Liking my shoes?" He smirks, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips."Your boxers are even better." You giggle, beckoning him to stare at your hips, where a pair of black boxers rest. He chuckles, and walks up behind you. His muscular arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you, spinning you around. Before setting you down, he whispers in your ear. "As much as I would love to stare at how sexy you look in my clothes, I'm late for training, so," you kick off his shoes, turning to kiss him goodbye. "You can take off the boxers later you wink cheekily, as he laughs, shuffling out the door with his shoes, flustered in the thought of you in his boxers.

Scott: You groggily get up from the bed, shielding your eyes from the sunshine lazily creeping through the windows. You grab the shirt closest to you, slowly slipping it on, over your underwear, smiling as you realize it's Scott's lacrosse shirt, much too large for you. As you walk into the kitchen, you hear a small groan behind you. You turn to see Scott. His hair was disheveled from sleep, and his dimple sticking out with a smirk. "You look really irresistible right now." He whispers, voice hoarse from unuse. You smile in reply, and turn back around placing your cup of coffee in the microwave. Scott tugs on your hand, pulling you into his embrace. He secures his right hand around your waist, the left gripping your own tightly. "Irresistible." He repeats, kissing you lightly around your face and neck. The both of you sway to his hums, slow dancing, for what seem like eternity; the coffee long forgotten.

Isaac: You sign in relief as you enter Isaac's room, happy to be out of the rain. You look down at your clothes, drenched from the water quickly pouring outside. You groan as you look for some of your clothes to change into. After several minutes of unsuccessful searching, you grab a pair of Isaac's sweatpants and his grey hoodie instead. You take a quick relaxing shower, and slip into his clothes. You walk back into Isaac's bedroom, just as the door opens revealing a Isaac. "Hello, Y/N, do you- wow." Isaac enters his room, his eyes widening at the sight of you. "Yeah?" You raise your eyebrows. "You look wow." He says simply, greeting you with a kiss. "Im wearing sweats, Isaac, there's not that much wow about that." You giggle, wounding your arms around his neck. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to dinner, but you know what? We should skip and go straight to dessert." He replies, cheekily, kissing you passionately

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