Teen Wolf Preferences

Chapter XIII: Walking in on Someone Changing.

DEREK HALE.

You were currently at Derek's loft, waiting for him to finish dinner for you. It was one day that Peter wasn't skulking around and annoying everyone. Getting out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked to your bag at the foot of Derek's bed. You had packed some lingerie sets you loved and knew he'd love too so you were trying to pick one.

"I like the purple one." You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Derek behind you, struggling to use the towel you had previously dropped to the ground to cover yourself. He smiled and gave you flirty wink before walking down the stairs.
"Dinner's ready!" He yelled and you wondered just how long he had been standing there before saying anything.

SCOTT MCCALL.

Despite living right across him, the downpour was so immense and heavy that you were instantly wet. Of course, you also didn't think of taking an umbrella. You stood in his foyer, water dripping from you like a wet dog. Only that you weren't enjoying it as much as a dog would. Scott gave you a goofy smile and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around you.
"You look like a wet dog," he mused and you sneered, "I at least don't smell like one unlike some."
He laughed and nudged you forward to his room up the stairs. You sat on his desk chair and he pulled out one of his shirts and boxers for you to change into.

He stared for a moment and the two of you stood in an awkward silence. "Can I have some privacy?"
"Oh. Oh! Yeah, sorry." He stammered out of the room and you chuckled, peeling the wet clothes from your body. Nothing was safe from water. You sighed and used the towel to wipe yourself dry when the door opened suddenly.
"Oh hey, I found some of your..." He trailed off at the sight of your glistening body and his lips formed into a drug-induced smile while you were standing there like a deer stuck in headlights.

You cleared your throat and he snapped out, taking a few more seconds to leave the room. You couldn't help but enjoy the way he was looking at you.

STILES STILINSKI.

You had told Stiles to come over when he was done with pack business. The boy couldn't say no really, he was so head over heels for you it was almost too good to be true. But by the time he came over with Malia it was late, even though it was on a school night, so you were getting ready to go sleep. You had watched through two movies while waiting on him, but you were way too tired to go on.

Sluggishly pulling off your sweater and tights, you stretched in your underwear before slowly unclipping your bra. The door to your room suddenly opened and you turned your head to see Stiles, dumbstruck in the doorway. You were too tired to care, not that you really would either way - Stiles had seen you naked before. But for some reason, he was always shocked anew.

"I-I'm so sorry - I-I-I'll be outside." You called his name just as he was closing the door, watching his head peak in. You dropped your bra and smiled, nodding for him to come inside. He hastily did, locking the door behind him.

JORDAN PARRISH.

Whenever you accidentally walked in on your brother changing he'd scream like a little girl and you pegged it to him being a teenager. But you thought yourself as an adult and you acted that way in every aspect, including your body. Jordan had given you the key to his flat so you could come any time, because it was closer to your office than your own place or your home.

"Jordan?" He didn't answer, so you figured he was still at work, but then you heard the shower running. Your boyfriend walked out of the bathroom, stark naked, and your eyes were wide in awe. You enjoyed the view in front of you; the muscles, the perfect skin, the well-endowed portion of his lower torso. You cleared your throat and he looked at you, yelping and running back into the bathroom, closing the door with a thud.

"What the..." You knocked in confusion and Jordan opened again, a towel around his waist. "What was that?"
"What? Your surprised me."
"You've been hanging around Stiles too much, he runs like a little girl too whenever he doesn't lock the bathroom door."
Jordan rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on the lips before going to put on casual clothes. You giggled and teased, following him.
"That was cute though. The way you yelped and ran."
"You're not gonna let it go, are you?"
"Nope."