teen wolf preferences and imagines

scott McCallxreader

  The thudding base echoed throughout the studio as I danced, trying to perfect every move. Competitions were coming up, and I needed to be absolutely spotless. Today, I seemed to have brought my 'A'-game. Each kick reached my ears and every pirouette was landed perfectly. My black leotard wasn't bunching into my silver skirt and my bun hadn't loosened at all. I was on fire.
I was aligning myself for my front aerial finale when I noticed a figure watching me from the doorway. Stumbling, I would have fallen and probably cracked my neck if not for the pair of arms wrapping themselves around my waist. Even so. I fell, landing on the person's chest.
"Omph," they grunted.
"Scott!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Catching you, I guess," he grinned impishly. His dark hair was flipped messily out of his face, his dimples prominent and his warm, brown eyes crinkling as he smiled widely.
"No, seriously," I said, poking his dimple and giggling childishly.
Scott chuckled lightly. "I wanted to see you dance. You've never let me see before. Lydia told me you'd be here."
He shifted under me and I realized what a compromising position we were in. "Sorry," I muttered quickly, starting to crawl off of him. His arms locked tightly around me, preventing me from moving. The force of his arms propelled me forward. I found myself leaning on my elbows, one on either side of Scott's handsome face.
"Stay," he said quietly.
"Well who am I to say no to a werewolf?" I laughed nervously, my face reddening.
Scott eyed me with an amused look. "Do I make you nervous?"
I ducked my face into his neck. "No," I responded unconvincingly.
His hands began tracing lazy patterns on my back. I allowed myself to relax onto him fully. Suddenly, I was twisted over so that Scott was above me. My heart started racing, faster than it had been when I was dancing.
Scott placed his lips next to mine, kissing the tiny corner where my upper and lower lips met.
"You realize that we've been dating for two months now," he murmured, his words sending vibrations across my skin. His nose skimmed my cheekbones, ending when his mouth hit my ear. "I can hear your heart beat"
I had had enough now.
"Shut up and kiss me, wolf boy," I demanded, jokingly irritable.
Scott pulled back, the opposite direction I wanted him to be. "Did you just call me 'wolf boy'?
"Don't pretend you didn't like it," I said before reaching my neck up to kiss him. It quickly became more heated. The straps of my leotard slid off my shoulders and Scott's shirt was thrown into a corner.
"I should watch you dance more often," he laughed huskily as he kissed down my neck