𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ⟪𝟏⟫ // ❮✓❯

Bedroom Wall // S. McCall

((making out))

I loved being a part of the pack, it was great. I loved hanging out with Lydia, Stiles, Kira, Liam and Malia...But then there's Scott.

I met Scott through Stiles - our moms were the best of friends until they both died, but we kept in touch after the funeral. Ever since I met Scott we had a love hate relationship. Now, I'm not one for an oxymoron, but there's really no other way to describe how Scott and I are together.

One day we can be flirty for no reason and another day we can be about to rip each other's heads off - with Stiles being either the referee or the person standing between us. Stiles and I had figured out that I like Scott, but we can't figure out if he likes me.

Stiles tried to ask once or twice, Liam listened to his heartbeat nearby both times, but no dice. His pulse was steady each time, and he said he could smell Liam so he wouldn't give himself up, even if he did.

I sat on the couch, watching movies with my brother, Kit, when there was a frantic rapping on the door.

"Who the fuck is that at..." Kit checked the time on his phone, "11:43 at night?"

"I don't know. I'll check, don't get up your royal highness." I rolled my eyes and pushed off the comfortable sofa, making my way to the front door. I looked through the peephole, but all I saw was the top of a dark head of hair. I sighed and opened the door, hoping it was someone I knew.

"Scott? What's going on?" I asked him, puzzled.

"I-I don't know. I just started running a-and I ended up here." He stuttered. He looked up from where he was hanging his head, his forearms braced on the doorframe. It had been raining outside so he was literally dripping wet.

"Come in, come in, you must be freezing." I ushered him inside, taking off his coat, it was soaked through.

"Uh, thanks, J."

"It's no problem Scott, really." I hung his coat over the radiator, hopefully that would dry it, "Take off your clothes."

"M-My what?"

"Your clothes. You look like a drowned rat right now, Scott. Take off your clothes and you can borrow some of Kit's."

"I'm pretty sure he's, like, four sizes under me." Scott joked.

I rolled my eyes, "Just come with me, Wolfie."

I grabbed Scott's arm, dragging him upstairs to Kit's room. Apparently Kit had passed out in the lounge as soon as I got up. I made my way up the stairs, Scott's wrist tight in my grasp. I felt my pulse rising, I cursed myself knowing Scott was more than likely listening to it's rapid beat. We made it to Kit's room and I tossed him inside, I leaned against the doorway to make sure he didn't just sit and freeze in his soaking clothes.

"T-shirts are in the top drawer, and I think shorts are in the third." I told him in a motherly tone.

Scott laughed and shook his head, peeling off his t-shirt and pants. I had to tear my eyes away from his toned body, and started messing with one of the fidget objects on Kit's shelf. I knew Scott could hear my pulse throbbing fast and mentally scolded myself for it, I looked down at the mesh tube that contained a glass marble I was messing with. I felt someone come up behind me and I knew it was Scott.

I leaned back into him, his lips ghosting their way up my neck and along my jaw. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, tipping my head back to lean on one of his broad shoulders. I opened my eyes that were met with a familiar pair of browns, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as my eyes danced along his lips. He spun me around in his arms, pulling me closer to him so our lips were almost touching.

I watched the knot of his throat bob slightly. I smirked and whispered, "You want this?"

"You have no idea." He murmured back before capturing his lips in mine, sliding his hands around my waist.

I kissed back instantly as our lips moved perfectly in sync, like they were meant to fit together. His tongue passed over my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave to him and let our tongues fight for dominance. My heart was racing as Scott picked me up, hooking his arms under my legs to support me and grabbing my ass with his huge hands. I moaned into the kiss and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots.

He moved us to a wall with nothing attached to it and slammed my back against it, never once disconnecting our lips. We stayed like that for a few moments - making out against my twin brother's bedroom wall - before we pulled apart, both of us panting for breath, we both started giggling like children and rested our foreheads together. I sucked on the inside of my lip and smiled brightly down at him.

"So I take it you feel the same way?" Scott asked breathlessly.

I nodded and kissed him again. I could get used to this.

{Series: Teen Wolf}