I know these beans aren't bad boys but just imagine k? Good.
Scott: you sat on the front steps of his home, waiting for him. The sound of a motorbike was heard from a block away. He was coming home to you and you could not wait. Your fingers had crawled onto your head, adjusting your hair, making sure you looked absolutely irresistible and that he would leave reality for a second with you. You smacked you gum between your teeth before spitting it out onto the freshly cut grass. His bike had rolled up in the driveway, parking and shutting off as he pulled the keys out. His eyes focused on you, a bit surprised that you were here. It was only at 2 am you were around. You both would sit in his room, hot boxing until you both couldn't think properly. His body parted with his bike and his body came close to yours.
"What are you doing here? Looking like that. You know I can't resist you." He gritted through his teeth, almost ungrateful you were around. A smirk danced onto your lips, giving you total satisfaction.
"Don't say anything Scott. You over think." You smiled, placing a finger over his ever so soft lips. His eyes danced with yours, not breaking contact. "Let's take this inside." Your finger transferred from his lips to his hands, pulling him into the unlocked house. As you got in, he pushed you against the wall, intoxicating your scent. His lips lunged at yours, slowly, but passionately. The rhythm you two had created was honestly breath taking.
"You can't come around here, looking like that. Not when I'm around." His voice was husky but so unbearably sexy. "I'll tear you apart." His lips connected with yours once more, both of you leading each other up to his bed.
Stiles: you searched your garage for something you couldn't remember. The familiar sound of a leather jacket came into hearing distance and you froze. Your mother and father would have been so disappointed with you. If only they knew about your summer fling with your neighbour, the towns bad boy, stiles stilinski. His toxic scent of cigarettes and faded alcohol had entered your garage. Flashbacks to how good he made you feel flooded your brain. You couldn't focus.
"Miss me?" You could feel his evil grin on your back. You took in a huge breath of air. Honestly. You did miss him. He was careful with you, almost as if he cared. You missed being in his arms. You did miss him. You turned around to face your biggest fear.
"Hey stilinski." You tried to be confident. The confident he knew. Not this nervous wreck. His eyes scanned your body. You felt heated.
"I think I need a replay of the summer." His tongue snuck out of his mouth to moisturize his lips. You could not bare it anymore. You ran into his arms, pressing your lips agains his, craving him. You didn't care what your parents thought. You were merely in love with the stilinski boy, you were attracted to him.
Derek: you pushed your way through the sketchy club, not sure of what you were doing here. You got to the bar, buying some drink that would give you a shitty headache in the morning. As you downed the hard alcohol, you felt a pair of hands snake around your waist, pulling you into the warm body. You were about to turn around when the body started to turn your body for you. You looked into the mans face to see, none other than bad boy, Derek Hale. He had just gotten back into town after fleeing a year ago and you couldn't help but be eager to see him. Chemistry between you too was unbelievable and for him to be back with you was so satisfying you could barely contain yourself.
"Derek." You grinned, ready to taste the pot mixed with whiskey taste. His lips contacted with your lips and his hand down to your ass. His hand gripped it powerfully, not giving a rats ass that you were in the middle of a public club. He wanted you there and then, so you dragged him to the dirty, gas station like bathroom, where you too could be alone to do some shit you use to.
Isaac: the halls were empty. The way you liked it. Your locker popped open and you shoved your books into the thin area before shutting the locker and leaving the school. Once you got outside, you noticed a group of boys that were about 50 feet away. They were cute causing nerves to rise. You walked past, holding your book bag close to your side.
"Hey." The voice of one of the boys caused you to pause in your tracks. You spun around, facing the group.
"Hi." You smiled ready to turn around and keep on your way.
"You smoke?" The same boy smirked, hoping you'd accept the smoke he had in his hand. You denied, apologetic, but insisted you had to leave. As you left, you heard someone running along the sidewalk behind you.
"Hey princess." The voice startled you again, causing you to stop.
"What do you want from me!" You snap at the boy with ripped jeans.
"Feisty, I like that." His arm grasped your shoulder as he wrapped it behind you. The his scent of cheap cologne hit you. He was your older brothers best friend, Isaac Lahey.
"Isaac." You spoke pulling him out of your reach. His eyes seemed dark.
"Come on, don't you want this?" He flexed, causing you to stifle a laugh.
