Fuck It

Isaac missed you. On the lonelier nights he would rethink his decision of having come to France. He wanted to return to Beacon Hills but he had a duty here and he had to do right by that. He couldn’t just go AWOL on the people that needed him here.

Recently Isaac had been having dreams. Dreams that left him hard and sticky in the morning. He would shower, rehashing the flashes of his dreams as he showered, letting out his pent up energy all over the tile walls. Tonight was no different.

Once Isaac had finally tipped over the edge of sleep, his subconscious went to work. It was a dream he was all too familiar with. There you were, perched on the edge of his bed. You adorned a pink teddy, breasts pushed up, begging for him to grab them in his rough hands. The sheer material ghosted over your stomach, the edge lined in pink fur. The panties you wore could barely be considered such. They were just three strings with a see through lace that covered your woman hood. Isaac shuddered as his eyes glanced over your body, getting stuck on the smooth lines of your long legs.

“Hey baby,” you spoke so softly, Isaac almost had to strain his ears to hear it. He watched, mesmerized, as you beckoned him closer with a wave of your finger. Without thinking he moved forward, standing before you in a daze. You smiled up at him, hands smoothing over his stomach. “I’ve missed you.” Isaac smiled down at you, covering your hands with his. “I’ve missed you too baby,” Isaac chimed, gently pushing you down on to the bed, attaching his lips to yours.

Feeling your soft lips mold to him sent waves of pleasure and happiness through Isaac’s being. He growled low in his throat, appreciative of the feeling. As Isaac moved his kisses to your cheek and further to your neck, your fingers laced into his beautiful curls. Feeling you tug at them, Isaac let out another growl, this one more greedy.

You shivered beneath Isaac as he sucked on your neck. His hands explored your body, sliding over your sides, ghosting over your legs. He slid one hand down to your thigh, lifting it to hook around his waist. A moan filtered out of your lips as Isaac bit down just on the backside of your neck. The shiver that ran through your body excited the wolf inside Isaac. He loved seeing you submit to him.

Isaac gently thrust his hips against yours, feeling your growing wetness against him. The scent of your arrousal called out to the wolf. Isaac’s eyes flashed yellow, fangs growing slightly. The sight of it sent tingles through your body. There was something so sexy about the animalistic nature of his glowing eyes and barred teeth. Isaac smirked, the scent of your lust growing, his dick growing with it. “My baby excited?” he cooed, licking a hot stripe from your breasts to your neck. You whined, exposing your neck to Isaac. He growled in delight, grazing his fangs over your pulse point. You squeaked in surprise, the feeling of the sharp edge making your center throb.

Isaac dipped down, ripping open the front of your teddy with his sharpened teeth. A soft moan escaped you as you felt the cold air attack your breasts. Isaac sighed, cock twitching as your breasts bounced free of their entrapment. There was a single moment of appreciation for his view before Isaac dipped down, capturing a hardening nipple in his hot mouth. “Oh god, Isaac!” you gasped, arching into the warmth of his tongue flicking over your pink bud. Isaac smirked, yellow eyes on your face as his left hand flicked over your lonely nipple. After a few minutes, and many mewls of appreciation, Isaac switched to your left breast, giving in the same treatment.

You were soaked, rutting against the rough jean material of Isaac’s trousers. It felt so good against his hard member, Isaac almost didn’t want to stop. He just wanted to rut against your heat until he spilled into his boxers but he needed you. He needed to sink deep within your hot center, coated in your wetness until you were hoarse from screaming his name. Just the thought of it nearly had him on the edge. Isaac pulled back reluctantly, quickly undoing his bottoms. You flipped, poking your ass high in the air, knowing just how he wanted you. Isaac tossed his jeans and boxers off to the side, aligning his cock with your dripping entrance. He slid his tip against your heat, groaning at the feeling, excited for the feeling of sliding inside of you. “Isaac,” you whined, wiggling your ass, needing him inside you.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Isaac turned his head to the side, growling at the door. He ignored the sound, grabbing your hips. Isaac slid just the tip in, shivering in delight when the knocking came again. He growled louder, squeezing his eyes shut. If he ignored it, it would go away, he wasn’t losing the feeling of you surrounding his hard member.

“She’s mine you asshole!” Murphy yelled shoving Bellamy in the chest. “Over my dead body.” Bellamy shoved back. “Give me a couple minutes. That shouldn’t be too long.” Murphy went to push back but y/n stopped him. “How about neither of you get me?”

[this wasn’t requested. i’m just in too deep lmao] [requests are open!!]

cheek kisses, forehead kisses, side of the head kisses!! he loves giving you quick out of the blue kisses in public mainly because he can’t get his hands off of you (also because he likes showing everybody who you ~belong~ to)

him never being quiet when you’re trying to study or get work done

“isaac,, please stop talking”

“”ok” ………………… “wait did you hear ab-”

“isAaaAaAc i’m trying to get shit done”

“sorry babe”

calling you “babe”

him accidentally calling you “princess” in public

getting each other flowers for no reason other than wanting to see each other’s faces light up an extra time

jealous and over-protective af

somebody could accidentally push you at school while you’re walking down the hallway and isaac would be lowkey all up in their face

him putting his arm around your waist when he sees somebody giving you eyes

“i’m not jealous i just don’t want them looking at you like that”

he knows you can take care of yourself but never wants you to be put in a situation where you could get hurt

“isaac i can take care of myself. you can’t stop me from going”

“i know baby but i just don’t want you to get hurt. i love you too much”

him being the little spoon after waking up from a nightmare

him always trying to come up with an excuse for you to sit in his lap

wearing his lacrosse jersey and his scarves and him telling you how cute you look

you always reassuring him that his outfit looks good (godt damn that boi can rock vnecks, coats, and scarves)

having to go on tip-toes to kiss him because he’s as tall as a fucking tree

him teasing you by putting shit on the top shelf which he knows you can’t reach and loving it when you ask him for help

you get sick of this after some time and decide to get a chair and climb up there yourself

“need some help babygirl?” *with his fcking smirk*

him being a proud boyfriend and smiling whenever you kick ass whether it be getting the question your teacher wouldn’t think you would get right at school or getting rid of villains

whispering “that’s my girl”

him using his werewolf senses and bringing you chocolate and heat packs whenever your period comes around

sleepy morning voice!!!

both always checking and making sure that the other is emotionally/physically okay

rough & passionate sex

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Flirting all the time 

Helping him with his “homework “

Him teasing you constantly 

Slow kisses  

Him being overly protective of you. 

Passionate kisses.

Lots of sex

A/N: This was meant to be only a drabble, but I got a little carried away. I hope you all enjoy reading. xx.  Prompts: “You left without saying goodbye and you expect me back? & “Why should I trust you after what happened?”  Word Count: 427 Warnings: None.

AN: Feel Free To Use The Gif <3

“So (Y/N) you gonna bail out of Gym today or are you going to see if you can beat me?” Isaac asked with a smirk as he swaggered down the corridor with you, swinging his arm around your shoulders with a playful nudge.

 You laughed at him as grinned and vanished into the boy’s locker rooms as you met up with Allison and Malia who were stood by the door of the girl’s locker room waiting for you.

 “So Isaac likes you.” Allison muttered after you’d changed and headed over to the start of the cross country track.

 “First he knows I’m sort of dating Aiden and second we’ve been friends for ages.” You muttered as you began to push to the front of the group. Malia frowned as she jogged alongside the pair of you.

 “How can you be kind of dating someone?” She furrowed her brown in confusion. You sighed as the three of you pushed through the last of the runners and were soon so far ahead you could have walked the rest of the way.

 “It’s complicated.” You mumbled making Malia even more confused.

 “They sleep together and she likes him a lot, she won’t ask him how he feels because it makes her feel awkward.” Allison explained to Malia.

 “Hey guys.” Stiles gasped as he, Isaac and Scott caught up with them. Malia smiled and wrapped her arms around Stiles as he stopped and caught his breath. Allison smiled and began chatting with Scott about increasing her stamina and he nodded, Isaac turned to you and gave you a look that told you he was challenging you.

 “I’ll beat you Lahey.” You yelled as you streaked forwards leaving the others behind. He began laughing and grabbed you when you almost tripped.

 He set you on the ground again and you turned to thank him, only to have him jerk several feet forwards as a fully shifted Aiden rammed into him. Your eyes widened as Isaac launched himself at Aiden who managed to roll them off the path and into the woods, by the time you’d managed to climb down the slope Aiden was stooped over Isaac.

 “Aiden stop… Aiden!” you yelled as he looked down on Isaac contemplating his next move.

 “Baby just putting the Pup in his place.” He said to you as he went to hit Isaac again.

 “Aiden please don’t.” you whispered on the verge of tears seeing your oldest friend cowered over and beaten like those times he begged you not to tell anyone about his father.

 “Fine… just remember Lahey, she’s mine.” He said as slowly gazed over to where you were stood. As Isaac got up Aiden closed the gap between you and pressed a rough kiss to you lips. When he pulled away he frowned and put his hands on your waist.

 “You broke your promise.” You muttered to him.

 “well it’s harder to keep my temper than I thought… doesn’t help when he practically covers you in his scent.” Aiden mumbled as he began to kiss your collarbone and neck.

“Hey um guys I’m still here.” Isaac said with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. You pushed against Aiden’s chest and pointed to Isaac.

“I’m sorry Isaac.” He sighed. Ethan appeared at the edge of the slope and called Aiden over to him.

“Wow, I know I should be super mad after having the crap beaten out of me but you’ve got that boy whipped my friend.” You punctuated his sentence with a high five.

 “Well… maybe I can get him to give you his bike to make up.” You joked. Isaac flinched and tried to hide his grin as someone cleared their throat.

 “Don’t think for a second you can make me give up my bike, plenty of other things I’ll do for your babe but my bike… if I find Lahey driving my bike your pretty ass is mine.” Aiden said smugly.

Request: Can I request a Liam smut where Liam texts y/n, like, I need, and she freaks out thinking that he’s hurt or in danger, but she goes rushing to find him and he’s just really horny, and she gets mad at him but he eventually apologizes and she makes him come from dirty talk and dry humping and then is all smug about it afterwards?

Warnings: dry humping??

Words: 488

you and isaac have your little games. games that normal people dare not play because they know better than to have casual sex with a friend they’re secretly in love with.

he climbs out your window every morning, the same way he snuck in during the middle of the night. he always kisses you goodbye. but today, he took it a little too far and you didn’t care that you were already late for school. he can’t just expect to sneak in an ass squeeze and walk away unscathed, even if he did already have one leg out the windowsill. so you reeled him back in and fucked him in the shower. he gently combed lavender scented shampoo into your hair while you deepthroated his cock–which, given the circumstances, was very considerate of him. 

afterwards, isaac wrapped you up in a fluffy towel and got dressed on orgasm-induced shaky legs. before he left, he somehow missed your lips and tenderly brushed his lips across your forehead instead, almost like he was aiming for it. he was literally inside of you not less than five minutes ago, but this felt like the most intimate exchange of your morning. if he’d stuck around two seconds longer, you might’ve actually told him you were in love with him. 

later at school, theo’s waiting for you by your locker and you know why. he says he wants to help scott find lydia, but his smirk is twisted with bad intentions and he wouldn’t even be worth a conversation had you not seen isaac standing twenty feet away from you. glaring into his locker. pretending he wasn’t listening.

everything feels wrong when you reach out and clasp theo’s bicep and pretend to be moved by his faux sincerity, but isaac had made it pretty clear he didn’t want a relationship, just a good fuck on the side. okay, he never said those specific words out loud, but he did pretend you were nothing more than friends in front of the pack, and that hurt more than touching theo. 

maybe it was time to show isaac that you weren’t his obedient little lap dog who crawled over on all fours whenever he needed a warm place to bury his dick. 

“so, i was wondering,” theo says. “what’s the deal with you and isaac? you’re around each other a lot.” 

“we’re just friends,” you say, loud enough so that isaac wouldn’t miss a single syllable of venom. “why do you ask?” 

“i was just curious about you,” theo leers. he encroaches on your personal space and you can smell his breath. it’s too minty, too clean, too perfect. he leans in to whisper in your ear. “you know, you’re really beautiful. it’s a shame you’re in scott’s pack. if you were with me, i bet i could teach you a few things.”

in your periphery, you see isaac slam his locker shut. you meet his gaze down the hall and look directly into his eyes when you tell theo, “i bet you’d be a good teacher.” 

that’s all it takes for isaac to come barreling down the hallway. he shoves theo backwards and grabs your upper arm and tugs you away. his clasp is digging into your skin but it doesn’t matter because you have him right where you want him. 

isaac pushes you into a storage closet and closes his lips over your victorious smirk.

“what kind of game are you playing?” he mumbles angrily against your jaw, right before reaching under your skirt and tearing your panties to shreds with his claws. 

“i’m not playing games,” you say innocently. “i’m allowed to talk to boys. i’m even allowed to flirt with them. just because i’m your easy fuck doesn’t mean you can drag me away from other guys.” 

isaac pulls away completely, leaving you to pant with your hair disheveled and your skirt pulled up and your lipstick smudged. 

“an easy fuck,” he repeats casually. he extends one claw and traces an invisible line up your exposed cleavage to your shoulder, brushing away loose strands of hair. his lips close over the newly revealed area. you moan softly when he sucks harshly on your goose-bumped flesh. 

“you think” he bruises your collarbone “that you’re just” he bruises your neck “an easy fuck?” he bruises your mouth. 

he doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just keeps your lips connected when he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up to align with his dick. he wets the tip with your arousal and teases your entrance. 

“please,” you whimper. you screw your eyes shut when he thrusts into you in one swift motion. 

“open your eyes, princess. look at me. look at what we’re doing,” he grunts between thrusts. “we’re fucking at school. where the whole pack can hear us. this is what you do to me. you make me crazy.” 

when the intensity of his scornful stare becomes too much, you turn to look away, but he doesn’t let you. isaac roughly cups your jaw and kisses your pouted mouth, gnashing together tongue and teeth, melding his body with yours. 

“isaac,” you whine. he lets you come, surprisingly. he follows shortly after with stuttering hips and another delicate kiss to your forehead. to your dismay, he removes his lips from your sweaty skin all too fast. 

“i’m sorry i made you feel like an easy fuck,” he apologizes softly after he pulls out. “you only call me after midnight and i thought that was all you wanted.” 

“i didn’t want to ruin it by asking for more. every time i called, i was so scared you’d say no.” 

“oh no, princess,” he coos. “you have to understand. i can’t say no to you. you’re inevitable. and i’ll tell the pack, i’ll tell everyone that you’re mine. right after i murder theo.” 

you hug his waist and pull him into your body. 

“hm,” he says, face nuzzled into your hair. “what is that, lavender?” 

Summary:  On that lonely night you said it wouldn’t be love. But we felt the rush. It made us believe there was only us convinced we were broken inside.

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: is sub!isaac a rating?

“Lahey,” you warned as Isaac suctioned his lips around your clitoris, causing you to buck your hips against his face. He had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter, his large hands clamping down onto your quivering thighs as they quaked above his shoulders. You couldn’t help but thrash around as his tongue worked expertly against you, unraveling your defenses.

“They’ll be home any second now,” you hurried, the whine evident in your tone. The pack was out doing research on the Dread Doctors, and Derek had ordered you to stay back at his loft because you were a potential chimera. At first you had been disappointed that you were uselessly confined to house arrest, but when Derek elected Isaac to stay and keep watch, you immediately ceased your griping. 

You and Isaac always shared this bond, a magnetic connection that felt palpable the moment you had met. You were friends for a long time, both too shy to act on your feelings. Eventually, your mutual physical longing superseded your platonic relationship. You suspected the pack already knew, given that you two always reeked of each other after your illicit activities. 

Maybe they were actually oblivious, or maybe they didn’t care. Perhaps it was wrong to keep secrets from the pack, but maybe the reason it was going so well was because it was a secret. Either way, being with Isaac made you feel the happiest you’d ever been, so you decided not to let outside forces taint the only good thing in your life. 

Although currently, your good thing was pushing your luck. After the pack had left, you spent most of the day teasing Isaac, walking around in your underwear and one of his white v-necks, trying to get his attention. It was just so cute the way he insisted that he needed to stay alert in case something happened, which involved him brushing off your seduction attempts. He really was the sweetest boy you’d ever known, with his wide, hopeful eyes, chest puffed out in pride that he’d been assigned to protect you. His valiant restraint floored you, your pores beaming with adoration. 

He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading over the Dread Doctors novel when you came up behind him and kissed him behind the ear, his weak spot. He finally snapped. Isaac had thrown down the novel, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved down your panties. 

You were hoping to sneak in a quickie before the pack returned, but Isaac had something else in mind, taunting you with his torturous pace. Usually, you obliged, happy to prolong his ministrations, but today was not a good day. 

Derek had called about an hour ago and said that they would be home soon and you were in a rather compromising position, what with Isaac’s tongue buried inside you. 

You tugged at his hair, attempting to quell him, but he just reached around you and squeezed your ass roughly, thrusting you into his face.  

“Are you really rushing me?” Isaac grunted against you, the vibrations hitting your core, prompting you to throw your head back. “We have plenty of time.” 

You were about to retort when Isaac snaked an arm under you, inserting a finger inside you, deftly rotating the digit as you failed at stifling a moan. You felt him slip in another finger, his long extremities filling you deliciously. You fisted his curls, trying to absorb more of him, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him now.

“Isaac, come on,” you begged, panting above him. He looked up at you with his cerulean eyes, his interest piquing at your pleading tone. He slowly stood up, a smirk twisting his features. You inwardly groaned at his wet, red face, knowing you were the cause. 

“You’re needy today, aren’t you?” He teased softly as he wove his fingers through your hair, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, his teeth gnashing against yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself in on his tongue, grasping his shoulder with one hand and using the other to unbuckle his belt, sliding your hand into his jeans. 

“I’m the needy one?” you said between kisses, stroking his semi-erect shaft. “You’re the one who went down on me for like 10 hours.” He let out a huff of laughter, redoubling his efforts onto your neck. 

“I can’t help that,” Isaac whispered, grazing your throat with his teeth. His hips bucked into your hand while you continued to pump him. “You just taste so goddamn delicious. If we get caught, it’s definitely on you.” You scoffed at his dirty talk, your blush giving away your desire. 

Too enraptured to reply, you shoved his pants down, using your legs to push them away as you squeezed his ass. This time, he gave in.

He grabbed your hand that was rubbing his cock, turned it over and gently kissed your wrist, then attached his own to his engorged shaft, spreading his precum over it as lubrication. 

Isaac gripped the back of your knees, moving you forward to the edge of the counter. He aligned with your sex, wetting himself by stroking your dripping slit with the head of his cock. 

“Fuck!” you yelped as he entered you in one swift motion, filling you to the hilt.

You gasped audibly at his size, locking your knees around his hips as he paused to let you adjust. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nodding fervently, signaling him to continue. Isaac moved slowly, and you could feel his considerable length stretch you out. It felt divine. 

You loved his body, the way he towered over you, cradling you, kissing your sweaty forehead. You loved the way he was attentive to your every movement, making you feel special and loved even though he had never said so out loud.

But you didn’t need that. You didn’t need big gestures or declarations. You just needed the way he fit against you, his tall, lanky frame that was taut and soft at the same time. His big, golden heart that always looked out for you and everyone in the pack. 

You smiled against his shoulder, kissing it as you tugged at his hair, informing him that you were close. He palmed your jaw, nudging you to look at him. He loved this, you remembered. He loved looking directly into your eyes as he fucked your wits out, watching as he ruined you. 

You felt a familiar knot at the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched tighter around him. Isaac placed his forehead against yours as he increased his pace. 

“Come on, [y/n]. I need you to come,” Isaac urged, his movements becoming erratic. You could hear the distinct slap of flesh against flesh as he pounded into you, making you scream out his name. “That’s a good girl. You feel so good, baby. You’re doing so good.” 

He always made sure you came first as his encouraging voice spurred you on, helping you reach your climax. Your face contorted in pleasure as you threw your head back, feeling yourself tighten around Isaac, your walls convulsing against his cock. Your reaction caused him to release as well, going rigid against you as he exhaled a guttural groan, breathing out your name like prayer. 

He kissed you through your orgasm, helping you come down from your high, your body still shaking around him. You felt him go limp inside you before he pulled out, evoking an involuntary whimper from your sensitive state. 

“Are you okay?” Isaac hurriedly inspected your features, brushing your damp hair away from your face. You nodded, laughing airily in disbelief, somehow still surprised that he could be so considerate. 

“You’re such a good boy,” you cooed. His face turned bright pink as he looked down. You pulled him back, tangling his fingers with yours, bringing your lips together. 

You stayed like that for a while, enveloped in his warmth until you heard the front door open and footsteps file in. Reluctantly, you pulled away as you gathered your bearings, watching Isaac hastily pull up his pants. You kissed his cheek before making a beeline for your bedroom, still clad in only his shirt. 

You slammed the door shut and fell on to your bed, burying your face into your pillow. You could feel your heartbeat hammering in your ears, adrenaline coursing through your wrecked body at the thought of almost getting caught. Your legs were still tingling. 

This boy was going to be the death of you. 

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written smut that’s gone all the way. I couldn’t help it, there’s just so much homework to avoid lol. I had the shittiest first day of classes.

Requests: “can u please do an Isaac imagine where he’s always teasing the reader and making jokes and puns about how big the reader’s butt (even around the pack) and finally gets the reader alone and they do things 😏😏 thank you ❤️”

“I swear I saw someone in the bathroom staring at themselves.” Stiles looked over at you. “Yeah she knows what I’m talking about. Checking her body out.” He sighed through his teeth.

Your cheeks turned red and all of the guys automatically perked up. “Its a habit. I can’t help it really.” It was the only way to defend yourself. Still, Stiles made Scott laugh and of course Isaac wanted to know a little bit more. “Let’s not uh change the subject onto me.” You should your head.