Teen Wolf Imagines

Scott McCall (Beautiful pt.2)

At this point, my head was spinning, my lungs were burning, and my toes were curling. I needed to breath for a second. I pulled back, gasping for air. Scott lowered his head and began peppering my neck with wet open-mouthed kisses until he found my sweet spot.

A loud moan escaped from my swollen lips as Scott sucked and nipped that one spot that was dragging me to the edge as my fingers ran through his messy up hair. His lips and tongue knew exactly what they were doing, as my entire body was growing hotter by the second and begging for more.

"Why would Scott want to date the school's Chubster?"

"It's obvious Scott is only dating a Pillsbury Doughboy because he feels sorry for her."

His hand left my boob and reached around my back to unhook my bra as I tried to shake off the gossip I heard around school.

"It has to be a bet somehow. There's no way Scott would willingly date Miss Piggy."

I pushed Scott away from me. "I'm sorry, but I just can't," I panted.

Scott shook his head. "Don't apologize. I didn't mean to take it this far. I don't want to do anything you don't want to do."

I bit my lip. "I want to, believe me I do, but I can't."

Scott furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out what I meant. "Oh!" His eyes widened with a sudden realization. "It's okay. I completely understand. We can wait until you finish. Plus, it gives me more time to plan something more romantic and not in the backseat of my mom's car."

I tried to hold back my giggle, but failed miserably as Scott assumed my Aunt Flow was in town for her monthly visit. "Scott, I'm not on my period, but I appreciate the concern."

"Oh..." He grabbed my hand and held it between his. "What's the problem? Have you never done anything like this before?"

I lowered my head and shook it. Scott lifted my chin up, immediately locking his soft brown eyes with my worried hazel eyes. "You can talk to me. You know that, right?"

I nodded before letting out a deep sigh. "Scott, you're my first everything. My first boyfriend, my first date, my first kiss, you would be my first at... You know, being intimate." Scott nodded, already knowing and understanding, but also motioned me to continue.

"Before you, I was really insecure about myself. People would bully me about my weight and my looks. Eventually I started believing it," I batted my watery eyes, hoping the tears wouldn't make their escape. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I still feel that way. I'm still insecure about myself."

"Oh, baby," Scott cupped my cheeks, causing me to lean into his warm and gentle touch. "Don't listen to them."

"It's hard not to," I whispered. "And I hate to say this, but ever since we got together, it's been getting worst."

"What?" Scott's voice traced a hint of anger.

"People wonder why the lacrosse captain is with an ugly loser, and overweight Chubster. Some say you're doing it because you feel bad for me. Others say you have a bet going on," I bit my bottom lip back, trying to keep it from trembling. "It's hard to ignore those whispers as I walk down the hall."

Scott's nose flared as he let out a deep sigh. "Those people are assholes. Don't listen to them. I want you to ignore them and only listen to me, okay?" I nodded. "You are without a doubt the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I'm so lucky to call you mine. You're sweet, caring, and sosmart. It's hard not to love you."

My heart stopped. "You love me?" I whispered.

Scott's eyes softened, as his lips formed a heartwarming smile. "Yeah, I do. Y/N, I love you."

The warm tears that were brimmed around my eyes, finally made their escape. Scott wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumbs. "I know you've been bullied and I know you're insecure about yourself, something like that can't be handled or disappear overnight. It takes time, but you need to start believing in yourself, accept yourself, and love yourself. And I promise I'll be there with you every step of the way, reminding you."

It's unknown why people bring others down. Maybe it makes them feel better about themselves? Maybe they're being bullied and want to take it out by bullying others? Regardless of the reason, it's no excuse. Why should we let people we don't even know or care about bring us down? We don't fight back. We don't ignore the harsh words. And when we don't do anything about it, we eventually believe them, their words, and let their hate get the best of us. We let them rip us apart and consume our thoughts, which causes us to be blind to those who see the beauty in us, like the man in front of me.

Scott never saw what everyone else saw. Scott never repeated the words that I heard on a daily basis. Scott adored me and appreciated my curves. It didn't matter what everyone else thought. It only mattered what I thought, and I thought I was lucky to have someone as wonderful as Scott in my life. He always made me feel safe and secure. I was always the best version of myself when I was with him. He made me the person I should be and I loved the version of myself.

I know I shouldn't let a boy make me feel loved, but all you need is one person to tell you what you need to hear, and I'm glad Scott was the person to steer me into the right direction. I needed to start seeing myself the same way he sees me. I needed to start appreciating myself, love my curves, and love myself.

"Scott?" My thumb brushed against his cheek.

"Yeah?"

I slid my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in front of my lips. "I love you, too."