You were sneaking around the gloomy environment of a house. You walked a fragile line to a high fence gate. Black and tense. You with no permission of who lived in the area climbed the gate with your heart beating to three. You slowly began questioning your entrance as Scott Mcall's eyes fell upon the mud where your tight legs laid soft and still. Your baby eyes widened open as if you woken up in a coffin of pure darkness. Forced to relive the only moments your mind kept locked in bars. The velvet curtains he stood behind disappeared with his shadow and the smoke he inhaled harshly.
You thought with strong suspicion as how you've never seen his face around this type of area. Proceeding to stand up from the heavy brown mud, a pale hand then suddenly appeared. As your hand tilted upwards, your heart followed its step.
"You alright there?" asked Scott with your fingers curled around his own.
With distraction of his perfectly sculptured face, you replied late of words. His jawline painted a soft burn of light that brought you back to life.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine" you giggled with your body stepping inside the broken house so soon.
A strong gust of wind poured past the both of your souls. The stairs creaked with bones of animals and rotting blood. You and Scott sit on the wooden planks with the sweet company of a flickering, scented candle that hovered over their tall shadows
"Can I tell you a secret Y/N?" he asked with a calm sound. A sound that you hear while hopping in puddles of fresh rain water they fell from the gray clouds.
"What's the beauty of a secret then?" you kindly smirked. "And why so soon?"
His husky voice lowered deep on your lips. A fast rush of liquor entered your throat. His tongue was a high classified weapon that sets an exotic emotion on your face. His hand pulled down your denim skirt, sliding his hand into your panties with a soft kiss. You pull back with force, with a tear on your cheek.
"What are we doing?" you asked.
He pecked slowly at your neck. Your teeth dug deeply into your lips.
"Let me show you something" he replied.
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teen wolf º imagines / #WATTYS2017
Fanfictionthese imagines contains: Strong frequent coarse language, Minor frequent sexual moments, Minor abusive/ violent relationships
