Scott McCall - Teen Wolf Imagines & Drabbles

Scott McCall - "You smell like a wet dog"

You were staring at the television, but you had no idea what you were actually watching. It was way past midnight already and every few seconds you checked your phone for a message from Scott.

He should have been home already. He should have been home hours ago already.

You stood up from your seat and walked to the kitchen to make yourself another hot coffee. You had lost count of how many coffees you had had already, but you had to do something to calm your nerves, to make sure you wouldn't lose your senses.

The rain, ticking against the window, and the thunder and lighting, being overwhelmingly loud, were not really helping much either.

"(Y/N)?" A weak voice came from the hallway and you quickly put down your mug while you hurried towards the front door. "I'm sorry I'm late." Scott was barely recognisable. His dark hair was glued to his forehead and his clothes revealed each and every muscle. Drops of rain dripped on the floor and you let out a relieved sigh before you ran to the bathroom to get a towel.

"What happened?" You shook your head while you dried his face and then you stepped back. "Damn, you smell like a wet dog." You let out a small giggle and Scott curled his lips up into a smile.

"Stiles found something cool on the internet and we totally forgot the time." Scott took the towel from you and while he pressed a kiss on your lips he started to lift his shirt up. "And dogs don't wear clothes, by the way." He winked and you took his shirt from him so you could lift it over his head.

"Was that you forgetting all those outfits Lydia makes Prada wear or was that an invitation?" You kissed his chest and then you opened the button of his soaked jeans.

"An invitation." Scott moaned while you rolled his pants down and a smile spread across your face.

"Invitation accepted."