Banging On The Wall-Scott McCall

She always knew Scott to be one of the sweetest men she knows and that often translated into the bedroom but sometimes, her favorite times, Scott would ravish her. He would take no mercy on her body and when he was in that kind of mood nothing could stop him. Except maybe being in a house full of people that didn't belong to him (the house or the people).

They had been invited to a Christmas party by one of Y/N's friends. Someone new who had moved in down the street recently and Y/N had acquainted herself with quickly. Scott had only met them once on his way out the door but tonight he was in her home, around her guests, making a poor attempt at controlling the urge to tear his girlfriend's dress from her body.

He remembered the first time he had seen her in that dress. Stiles had gotten married Christmas time last year and it had been a dress she picked for the wedding. It was green, knee length, and form fitting. It hugged her body beautifully and when she walked in the room Scott had noticed more than a few pairs eyes drifting towards her. He was sure she was going to be asked to leave because she certainly looked more beautiful than the bride. Or at least that's what Scott thought, though he was biased. He hadn't been able to control himself, taking her in the bathroom as their friends danced only a few feet away.

She never wore the dress out in public again, rarely making it out of the bedroom much less the house with it on. Though tonight Scott had been running late, taking care of a last minute visitor to the clinic by the time he got home Y/N was already at the party but when he walked in he spotted her immediately. Her hair was up giving Scott a beautiful view of her neck that she must have covered in foundation as he couldn't see a single mark that he had left there the night before. He could hear her laugh from across the room and he quickly made his way to her side, only then noticing the dress.

"Oh babe, you made it. How was work?"

"It was good, sorry I'm late. Are you going to introduce me to your friends?"

"Of course, you know Beth she's the lovely hostess of the party. These are her friends Kelly and Sara. We are talking about maybe having a cookie party some weekend."

"That sounds nice. I hate to steal her away from whatever riveting conversation you ladies were having but I need to borrow my wife for a moment if you don't mind." With that Scott pulled Y/N into the less crowded kitchen, getting himself a drink though he knew it would have no affect on him before turning to his wife. "What are you wearing?"

"Clothes?"

"You know what I mean."

"A dress Scott, I am wearing a dress."

"I can see that. But why would you wear that dress."

"It's festive."

"You know what that dress does to me."

"Oh I'm well aware of what this dress turns you into."

"Then why would you wear it?"

"I want to see how long you can last before you drag me home and fuck me senseless."

"You are such a naughty girl."

"I'll accept my punishment later. For now, enjoy the view." With that she turned around to make her way back to the living room, swaying her hips as she moved.

Scott watched her walk away, downing his drink and taking another before heading into the living room to keep an eye on his wife. He watched her move around the room as he talked with a few of his neighbors. He eyed her as she made her way from person to person, throwing her head back in laughter. He smiled at her when she caught him staring, biting his lip as he caught a whiff of her arousal.