I was wondering if u are okay since u haven't been oosting in a while. You a while I thought u just didnt wanna write anymore but then I realized u have an outside life.
Have you considered writing like a legit teen wolf fan fic like ok Wattpad for example ? Because it would be so amazing if you did like omg, it would have smut but a storyline and teen wolf insiders and UGHHH. There are literally no good teen wolf fan fics on Wattpad :(
I used to have a Theo fic on there but I deleted it since. The “highlight a sentence and comment on it” feature was too much for me to handle.
☾ Oh baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges. I’m the king of everything and my tongue is a weapon… And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight. ☽
I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)
( Part 1 )
You sat down on the metallic stairs in the industrial depot’s entrance, starting to wonder if you should be worried. You had received a text asking you to get here, just like Tracy, Corey and Josh but you’ve all been waiting for almost two hours without a sign of your alpha.
Suddenly, you heard a car approaching, seeing its lights piercing the darkness through the broken glass windows of the building. Tracy got up but you grabbed her arm, keeping her from going to the doors. For all you knew, your actual alpha could be dead and some hunters, or worst, were arriving to make sure that chimeras went back to being an extinct myth.
“We don’t know if it’s him.” You simply told her and she sat down again.
If someone was getting shot by a hunter, it wasn't going to be her, you could definitely use a Kanima in your pack.
The doors opened and Hayden entered the hall, followed by Theo. You felt your blood boiling in your veins, but not for the reason you expected.
“Have you guys been together all day ?” You immediately snapped, unable to hide your displeasure.
Theo looked at you but didn’t answer anything, preferring to ignore your question and your presence in general.
“Hayden and I were tracking something in the woods.” He announced, to the rest of his pack.
“And did you find it ?” Corey asked, appearing in front of Hayden, making her jump.
“Not really.” Hayden replied.
Of course not. She probably got hurt and Theo must have showed her how to heal and that was why you hadn't heard from them in forever. And why they were two hours late. He preferred Hayden from the start, she never was called to carry dead bodies or even train for surprise attacks with you. And the worst part was that she wasn't even trying. He liked her and that angered you. It must have showed on your face because both Hayden and Theo glanced at you.
“We’ll cover more ground if we go in groups… So Hayden and Josh, you go back to the forest and Corey and Tracy, I want you near the school area. And you, you’re coming with me.” Theo dictated, pointing at you like a teacher ready to scold you for your bad attitude.
You angrily sighed. Not that you wanted to be paired with anyone else but thinking that, after all the efforts you did, he had spent his day running in the woods with Hayden was making you furious.You watched the rest of the pack leave but you stubbornly stayed sitting on the stairs, your arms crossed on your chest. Theo waited for the last of his chimeras to close the door before turning to you.
“What’s the matter with you ?” He asked, already annoyed.
“With me ?” You repeated.
He could play innocent as much as he wanted, you knew that he chose to spend the day with Hayden just to provoke you. And it was working, which only exasperated you more.
“You know what ? I don’t even want to know. Let’s go.”
You stayed sitting. If he wanted to go somewhere, it would be without you.
He turned around, realizing that you weren’t following him to the door. He was going to say something but you spoke first.
“Hayden’s your favorite…”
He seemed destabilized by your comment.
“Hayden’s the most useful.” He replied.
“Because you think that she’s going to create some Berserkers for you ?” You asked him, earning his full attention.
He seemed surprised, yet somehow proud, that you found that out by yourself.
“You should rethink that plan because she’ll never do anything that could potentially hurt Liam, or his friends.” You added.
“She seems pretty angry against him.”
“Of course she is, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to risk killing him, she’s in love… And she has a good heart.” You answered, finally deciding to get up and walk to him.
“Unlike me ?” He asked, arrogantly.
“Unlike us.” You corrected.
That last sentence made him smile and you forced yourself to change your attitude, shifting from true jealousy to forcefully seductive. He allowed you to come close enough to plant a kiss on his lips. You felt his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer as he kissed you back.
You pulled on the neckband of his shirt, trying to get him into an even deeper kiss before unbuttoning your shirt, trying to prepare him for what you had to say next.
“I think you should get rid of her.” You muttered, only briefly interrupting the kiss.
He laughed against your lips, suddenly holding your hips much more firmly.
“Not until I’m done using her.”
You moved away to look at him, but he made sure your body stayed glued to his, as if he knew you were going to react like that. He tilted his head, staring back at you.
“Something wrong ?” He asked, condescendingly.
“Absolutely not. You’re the boss.” You replied, forcing a smile.
You had persuaded yourself that simply saying it would be enough to convince him but apparently, you didn’t have that much influence on him. Not yet. You tried to act like it didn’t affect you, slowly moving your hands to the hem of his shirt, slipping under it to touch his chest while you resumed the kiss, as if nothing had interrupted you.
You expected him to stop everything at any moment, thinking that what he was searching for with Hayden, what he wanted to find so badly, was more important to him than you were but instead, he pulled your blouse down your arms, slowly, as if he had all night to do so.
He left your mouth to kiss your shoulder, taking his time to reach your neck. You moved your hands to his lower back, caressing his skin for a moment before moving again to pull his shirt off. Kissing his neck before he could continue doing it to you.
He focused on opening your pants, taking his time as if he wanted you to keep sensually leaving kisses down his jawline for a moment longer. Finally, your pants fell down to your ankles and you took a step back, stepping out of them and kicking your shoes off in the process.
You were just done when your alpha reached you again, putting his hands on the back of your thighs and lifting you up in his arms, walking you to the wall to press your back against it. You put your hands on each side of his face, bringing his lips back to yours and kissing him a bit more eagerly than you thought you would.
His body pressed harder against you and you almost had to push him away to get your hands to his pants, wanting to get him out of them as quickly as you could. You lusted after him, you couldn’t deny it to yourself anymore. And you didn’t care either, as long as it stayed aligned with your plans.
He took care of getting his erection out and pushed the delicate fabric of your panties to the side, slowly entering you, making you sigh with satisfaction. It felt good having him back inside you. Even better than last time.
You held yourself to his shoulders, feeling his dick almost slipping out of you before he pushed it all the way back in with strength. He repeated the same moves a few times, rather slowly, just to make sure you were used to it before increasing his pace.
You bit your lip just when he looked at you and a soft moan escaped your mouth. It made him smile, and it felt like he thrusted even harder in you. You moaned again, a little louder, before saying his name under your breath.
All of a sudden, his heart beat peaked and he took shorter breaths. He let go of one of your thighs to put his hand behind your head, fingers entwining with your hair, guiding your face to his. And finally kissing you with more ardor than he had ever showed before.
You tried to kiss him back but you were getting close to your climax, making it hard for you to stay focused on what his lips were doing while he was thrusting his cock so hard in you. You gasped for air when he came inside you, feeling the warm substance filling you while he was doing his best to keep going at the same pace. It didn’t take a long time until you reached cloud 9, moaning so loud that it echoed through the empty building.
He didn’t give you as much time as you would have wanted to enjoy your climax, soon putting you back on your feet. He pulled his pants up and tried to walk away to pick up his shirt but you pulled him back for another kiss, not planning on letting him go that easily. Maybe now he was in a good enough mood to talk about the situation with Hayden again…
He kissed you back, more tenderly than usual before stepping away. You opened your mouth, ready to speak as he put his shirt back on but he immediately interrupted you.
“I know what you are trying to do.” He said, with a smirk.
Was he talking about Hayden or about the pack in general ?
“I hope you also realize I am the best mate you could possibly chose.” You replied, confidently.
“That’s not up to you to judge that.” He stated, with a complacent smile.
This smut was submitted by JayKay. (Thanks for helping me out, love! :))
You and Scott were laying down in his bedroom, watching netflix, having one of your usual sleepovers. It had become something frequent after you were attacked by Tracy. Scott had demanded that you stay with someone or someone stay with you until things blew over. Eventually, you ended staying with him the most. Even after the pack defeated the druids, Scott still invited you over to spend a night, or ask if he could stay with you. This led to you and him getting together, which was something you both wanted but thought wouldn’t happen.
“Hey Y/N, are you watching this? Is it boring ? Because I can change it if you want me to.” Scott said as he reached for his laptop.
“No, it’s okay baby, you can leave it on.” You said as he shifted back to lay down.
As you continued to watch the movie, an intense sex scene came on, which was obviously uncomfortable for Scott seeing as he kept moving away from you. However, you wanted to be nestled up against him so the more he moved, the closer you got, which led you to feel his boner.
“Sorry, it’s just... I was pressed against you and then next thing I know I am imagining you naked and between my legs with your lips against my cock.” Scott trailed off.
“So let me get this straight. You were thinking about my body and me giving you a bj?” You said as your hand raised up against his crotch.
“Yeah.” He breathed out
“How about I make that daydream a reality?” You said as you unzipped his pants.
He wasn’t talking but rather watching your movements as your hand grabbed his hard cock between your hands. The movie was over and you didn’t want Scott’s computer to fall, so you tried to grab for it with both hands which led to Scott saying fuck it. He could always buy a new one of he really needed to. You slowly worked him in your hand as you used the other to play with yourself.
"Baby, please.” He begged of you.
You were happy to give him what he wanted. As you made your way down, you help him out of pants as he took off his shirt. You went to kiss him down his stomach, he kept flinching as you were getting closer to his cock. You were now face to face with his cock and you were determined to give him the best blow job you could and what better way than to maintain eye contact through it all.
“Baby, keep your eyes on me okay? If you don’t I will stop.” You said.
You tied your hair back and went back down and slowly licked him from base to tip as you kept eye contact with him. He was already struggling. You licked his balls and started to suck on them as your continued to stroke his cock. He started to get used to it, you gave him no warning as you quickly put his cock in as far as it could in your mouth. This caused him to buck hard under you and you kept staring at him as he tried to do the same with you. You began a slow pace with your hand and mouth, sucking lightly at the base and tightly at the tip. He was slowly clawing at the sheets, trying to find something to grab at. He eventually settled for your hair and helped pull you back up just for you to push back down his cock.
“Oh god baby, don’t stop.” He begged.
It felt good hearing how quickly you were turning him into a moaning, panting mess. You decided to turn it up a notch and started to deep throat him. Although you hadn’t been the best at it, you were proficient enough to make Scott feel really good. Great actually.
As soon as you want up, you went all the way down, and as soon as you did, he immediately grabbed your head and stopped you from moving
“Baby if you do that again I won’t be able to look at you, and I will surely cum.” He said, panting hard.
You looked at him mischievously and continued your torture. Every time he grabbed for your head to slow down, you would speed up, and then would stop, just to make sure he didn’t come too soon. Eventually you kept doing it to the point where he would try to meet your thrusts and try to bring himself to the edge, which made you wanna give him want he patiently waited for.
“Do you wanna cum baby ?” You asked as you quickly stroked him.
“Yes please Y/N, baby please let me cum in your mouth.” He said.
He was open to say things like that, especially during sex, so hearing him say it definitely made you wanna make him cum. So you went back down to his cock and started to suck on it while you massaged his balls, which caused him to make a loud groan that your sure his neighbors heard. As you quickly tried to bring him to the edge, you heard him say; “Oh god I am gonna cum Y/N.”
However you continued until you heard him say it again and this time it was followed by a broken moan and his huge shot of cum in your mouth. As you pulled back some of the cum that you hadn’t swallowed spilled out onto your shirt and his bed.
“Here let me.” Scott said as he got up and got a rag to clean you and your shirt off.
When he was done, he sniffed the air and realized that you were aroused... More like ready to burst.
“Baby come here. I wanna say that I am really thankful that you did that for me and to show my appreciation, I want to return the favor by bringing you some pleasure,” He said as he pulled your pants down.
☾ It still kills me that I can’t change things. But I’m still dreaming, I’ll rewrite the ending so you’ll take back the lies before we say our goodbyes.☽
( Part 1 ) - ( Part 2 ) - ( Part 3 )
Author’s note: I think that’s it, that’s the last part of the series.
Warning: Kinda rough. Read at your own discretion.
It felt like hours went by until finally, you heard someone at the door of the basement. You walked to the stairs, staring at it, unsure of what to do. Either you could give it all you had and run as soon as the door opened, either you could stay calm and wait... Theo had to let you go eventually. Right ?
The knob turned, slowly, as if the person behind it was hesitating. You were expecting to see Theo’s silhouette appear once the door creaked open but it was a much more feminine shadow, standing with the light of the corridor in its back. She didn't come down so you climbed the few steps leading to the door, not sure if that person could be trusted.
Once you got closer, you realized it was Theo’s mother. Did she knew from the start that you were locked up down there ? She didn’t seem surprised to see you, if anything she seemed pained, maybe even a little bit afraid.
She grabbed your arm as soon as you were in her reach, nervously pulling you up the last steps before looking in direction of the living room, worried.
“You need to go before he comes back.” She whispered.
You were a bit confused. Was she scared of her own son ? What about her husband ? Where was he ?
You didn’t have the time to ask her those questions. A noise coming from upstairs made her rush you to the backdoor. You felt bad for leaving her like that, she looked like she was a prisoner of that house too... But she didn't even try to escape, closing the door and locking it as soon as you had stepped out. You started running, not sure of where to go. If Theo wanted to find you, he’d find you. You knew that.
Your house appeared to be the best option because that’s where your cell phone was supposed to be. The dread doctors had destroyed your front door, three yellow police tapes were now sealing the entrance. You couldn’t care less, you needed to warn Stiles about Theo, you needed to tell him what happened.
You ripped the bands out of your way, walking through the mess of your living room to find your cell phone. The first thing you saw was a hundred of missed calls and texts from everyone who was worried about you and a notification of an app you had; warning you that it was the night of the super moon...
You weren’t able to reach anyone for a while, and when you finally did, you found yourself in the middle of an apocalypse. Stiles’ father was hurt, Liam attacked Scott, Lydia disappeared, everything was chaos. And there only was one person responsible of it; Theo.
You were upset. Mostly against yourself because how did you manage to be so stupid and fall for him ? How did you end up buying his “nice guy” act ? Deep down, you always knew something was wrong with him... But it felt so good to think otherwise.
You couldn’t help anyone. Liam was unleashed somewhere, Lydia was nowhere to be found and Stiles was with his father at the hospital, probably supported by Malia so your presence there wasn’t required. You felt useless. And the more hours went by, the more furious you became.
After a sleepless night, you had convinced yourself that there was one thing you could do. You took your car, driving away, promising yourself to keep anger boiling in your veins, no matter what.
You arrived at Theo’s house a moment later. Fear made your hands tremble on the wheel, but you refused to let yourself be afraid of him. You needed an explanation. You needed to tell him how you felt. It didn’t matter if he was going to kill you afterwards, as long as you could get the words out of your chest.
You walked confidently to the door, pushing it open, not caring if it was going to scare his parents. The living room was empty. The kitchen too. There wasn’t a trace left of them. You heard a noise coming from upstairs, someone opening a door so you decided to go before they could even walk down the staircase.
You saw Theo appear on the last step, a mixed expression on his face, unable to decide if he was surprised, happy or annoyed to see you. The fact that he even dared to lay his eyes on you made you want to punch him.
You reached the last step, getting close to him. He had decided to stand tall, looking more imposing and threatening than ever, but you didn’t care, you were upset. He opened his mouth, ready to say something but you couldn’t hold it anymore and slapped him. As hard as you could.
It clearly angered him. But he stayed calm, looking right back at you.
“I can explain.” He said.
“Explain what ? How you killed Scott ? Kidnapped Lydia ? Went after the sheriff ? How you hurt my friends ?!” You thundered, ready to hit him in the face again.
“I know it sounds bad... But ultimately it’s going to save you.” He replied, taking a few steps back to avoid your hand hitting him again.
“Stop treating me like an idiot!” You fumed, walking towards him, feeling like the sheer force of your anger would be enough for the fragile little human you were to take down a psycho werewolf.
“I never...”
“Stop !” You yelled, before he could even add a word.
You were tired of his lies. And so ashamed that he had played with your feelings that easily.
“Hit me.” He suddenly requested and he didn’t have to ask you twice, you hit his jaw with all the strength you had, hurting your fist in the process.
He took the hit without even trying to avoid it, finally stopping backing away from you.
“Again.” He demanded.
You hesitated, but his twisted smile convinced you to punch him again, right in the nose, two times in a row.
“You pushed me down a hole. You sent the dread doctors after me.” You said, hitting him in the chest after each sentence, pushing him away until his back touched the wall behind him. “You locked me down in your basement.”
“Come on!” He growled, for all answer.
You beat him up as much as you could, and none of your hits seemed to really hurt him, which was frustrating you even more. Finally, you noticed his nose was bleeding and you stopped yourself, taking a step back, feeling your pulse in your sore hands.
A sob got stuck in your throat and you felt all your might disappear. That’s when Theo grabbed you, exchanging his place with you, holding you with your back pressed against the wall with both of his hands around your neck. His face was close and his eyes were fixed to yours, as if he was trying to see right into your soul.
“I did it to protect you too...” He said, his voice surprisingly breaking at the end of the sentence.
You didn’t want to believe anything he said anymore. You didn’t understand why he wanted to convince you that he cared about you, you were useless for him, why couldn’t he just get rid of you once and for all ?
“I hate you.” You stated, looking at him straight in the eyes.
The words seemed to have more impact on him than any of your hits. He took a deep breath, switching from pain to anger in a matter of seconds. You felt his hands tightening their grip around your neck, making it a bit harder for you to breathe.
“I hate you...” You said again, realizing that, maybe, you could hurt him as much as your broken heart was aching with those three words.
Tears rolled down your cheeks and something in him seemed to be eased, his hands moving from your throat to your face, wiping your teardrops away with his thumbs.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.
It had to be the first time that he was really honest saying those words. But, once again, you refused to believe him. You closed your eyes, trying to fight against the riot of emotions you felt inside you. When you opened them again, you couldn’t help but bring your hands to his face too, clearing away the blood that had run down from his nose to his chin with the back of your hand.
He pressed his lips on yours and you kissed him back, making it clear that, whatever happened, you could never get rid of how you felt for him. There was no escape, you were addicted.
He stopped to look at you again, wiping the last tears away from your eyes. You looked right back at him, feeling that familiar urge growing inside you. You had the will to fight against it this time, immediately pushing him away from you, reminding yourself what he had done to your friends. He was surprised but didn’t try to defend himself as you found the energy to slap him one last time before pushing him again, making him enter the closest room and fall down on the bed.
You were going to leave him there and finally go home, but he grabbed your arms, pulling you on top of him. You tried to free yourself from his grasp but he made you lie down beside him, getting on top of you with that smirk you couldn’t resist.
He held your wrists above your head and you felt his warm breath against your neck, as he left a wet kiss on your skin. Your heart was beating fast and your will power to battle against the desire you felt for him was totally gone. But at least, you could pretend that you had tried.
“Take me now.” You demanded, quietly.
You were upsetting your own self by saying those words. How weak were you to let your yearning for his body constantly take over your brain, who kept warning you that you should stay far away from him ?
He smiled and kissed you, passionately. As if the only thing that kept him from doing it this whole time was not hearing those words come out of your mouth. But now that he knew he could, he definitely was going to show you how it turned him on to get beaten up by you.
His lips left yours to kiss your jaw before moving down, letting your hands free for a moment so that he could lift your t-shirt up. He left wet kisses all over your stomach and chest before pulling your shirt off. He kept it in his hand as he leaned in for another kiss and before you realized it, he was tying your wrists together with it.
“Just to make sure you won’t hit me again...” He whispered, in your ear.
It sent shivers through your entire body. It wasn’t tight enough to actually hold you still but you didn’t mind playing along. He could do whatever he wanted to you, you didn’t care anymore. Stiles had been right from the start. And everyone knew how you felt about him and you were pretty sure no one was going to forgive you for that... So might as well enjoy the moment with Theo. He was the only one you had left.
He sat down beside you, taking a moment to look at you, shirtless and hands tied above your head, with satisfaction as you were ready to completely surrender yourself to him. He finally decided to take his shirt off, offering you your favorite view before unzipping your pants. He pulled them down to your knees, making you move to get them completely off.
He placed himself between your legs, his smirk indicating that he was up to no good, as he pulled your panties down, slowly, just to tease you. You locked eyes with him a few seconds before he kissed each of your thighs, your heart rate peaked and you closed your eyes, feeling his lips all over your body until they finally found their place back on yours.
Suddenly, he decided to flip you over, your naked chest against the sheets and your hands still tied above your head. He kissed your neck again before going down your back, with a tenderness he had never showed you before. That’s why it surprised you so much when you felt a smack on your ass. His hands got under you and he pulled you against him, getting you on your knees. He slapped you again and you smiled from how careful it was, as if he was afraid to break you.
You felt something hard against your thigh, he wasn’t in the mood to tease you anymore so he pulled you further against him, holding you by the hips as he slowly entered you from behind. Your tied hands left the sheets to hold on to the bedhead in front of you, as he started slowly moving inside you.
It felt like you had waited a hundred years to feel him there again. There was no doubt that if you were capable of it, you’d be doing that with him all day long.
He started pushing himself in more rapidly and you opened your mouth to try to keep breathing normally. His hand left your hip and caressed your back before it reached your hair, grabbing them and pulling it back to him, making you sit straight and press your back against his chest. With one hand still holding your hip to help you follow his rhythm, he placed the other on your neck, holding you firmly, forcing you to look at him.
You met his eyes as you started panting, the more he increased his pace. He roughly kissed you and suddenly stopped everything, moving himself out of you. You were about to complain but before you could say anything, he made you step out of the bed and guided you to the wooden desk right next to it. There wasn’t anything on it, apart from two pictures of his parents that he sent flying through the room in one movement.
You heard the glass breaking but it didn’t seem to worry him, he was way too busy wanting you. His hands pushed on your back until you bent over the desk, your chest resting on the surface. He spanked you two times in a row, a bit harder this time, making you wince before entering you again.
He didn’t give you any time to catch your breath back, taking back the exact same pace he had before. You moaned, understanding that if you were in his parents bedroom, it meant they couldn’t possibly be home to hear you. You hadn’t realized that you hands were untied until he reached for your arms, holding them in your back as he started giving harder thrusts inside you.
You allowed yourself to moan again, loudly, pretty sure that you were going to break the desk if he kept going on like that.
He slapped you one last time as you reached your climax, louder than ever, and he immediately followed you, releasing himself in you.
He took a moment before leaving you and freeing your hands. You stood back up, slightly trembling and, as you turned around, he reached for your lips once again.
“Do you still hate me ?” He asked, suddenly interrupting himself.
You opened your eyes, just to see how serious he was about that question.
“I wish I did.” You replied, in all honesty.
“I wish you did too. I’ve never been in love with a girl who can beat the crap out of me like that.”
“You definitely deserved it, you... Wait, did you say ‘in love’ ? You asked, almost shocked.
He didn’t answer anything, but the smirk on his face said it all. He kissed you again and at that moment, you knew that whatever side he was on, whether he was good or bad in the end, you’d be with him. For better or worst.
☾ Oh baby girl, don't get cut on my edges. I'm the king of everything and my tongue is a weapon... And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight. ☽
I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)
Author’s note : This is a different series than the Big Bad Wolf one because I was inspired (Miracles happen). I promise I’m going to stop obsessing over that guy soon. (Thanks to the two anons who asked for a sort of Erica/Derek dynamic with Theo, I’m loving this idea way too much.)
“He’s dead.” Theo said, stating the obvious.
You looked at the body lying on the concrete ground, covered in blood and mercury, it wasn’t the prettiest sight.
“What are we going to do now ?” Tracy asked.
“No one is irreplaceable.” Theo answered with a shrug, even though you could tell that he was quite upset to lose another hybrid.
It was the second one who died in just a few days. You made a mental note that if you ever found yourself spitting mercury, you shouldn’t count on Theo to find you before the Dread Doctors...
“Pick him up.” He demanded, glancing at you.
“What ?” You asked, in disgust, looking at the body again.
He looked at you with his smug grin, the one that always made you want to slap him in the face, meaning that he knew you heard him perfectly and you better obey because he was the boss now.
He turned around, walking away with Tracy, leaving you alone with the body he definitely could have picked up himself. You couldn’t understand how someone like him could have any power on a pack of chimeras, he was clever, for sure, but not enough to make sure that his pack liked him so they wouldn’t end up betraying him... What a waste, he could have reigned on Beacon Hills in a matter of days if he had better leadership skills.
You went back home and slept until the next afternoon. It was Saturday and, as per usual, making the most of it meant being as lazy as you could possibly be. But that's when your phone rang , declaring the end of your slothful weekend.
You received another text with nothing else but an address written on it. You sighed, you were in the middle of watching your favorite TV show, whatever it was about, it could wait, especially if your alpha wanted to send you pick up another gross dead body. He might be the boss, but you weren't his gravedigger.
Your phone rang again and you took a look at it, it was another text. It said "NOW.", as if he was in your head and knew that you were planning to skip this new reunion. You grumbled, quickly exchanging your beloved sweat pants for more uncomfortable clothes.
You drove for about 15 minutes, following the indications of your GPS that led you to what looked like a creepy abandoned industrial depot. Maybe Theo had decided to get rid of you because it seemed to be the perfect place to commit a murder; empty, with no sign that someone had been around here for days. You parked your car but stayed sitting in it for a moment, looking around, seeing Theo's car parked a bit further and a light faintly shining behind a broken window of the building. You were surprised by car lights in the distance, someone was coming. You squeezed yourself against your seat, trying to hide but you realized that it was just Tracy. He must have called her too.
She parked right next to you and you got out, preferring to walk into the building with her than alone.
"Do you know why we're here ?" She asked you, as a hello.
"I have no idea."
You walked together to the large doors, pushing them open and stepping into a desert hall.
"This way." You said, looking up the metallic staircase that didn't seem quite stable, seeing a light shine behind a half opened door.
You walked straight ahead, followed by Tracy when a loud noise made you both turn around to look at the doors again. Tracy became agitated, appearing to try to free herself from an invisible grip. You were about to go down the few steps that were separating you from her when something caught you from behind, throwing you against the shaky handrail. You managed to not fall down over it, turning around, ready to fight but you stayed paralyzed, realizing your attacker was your own alpha. He reached you, scratching your face with his claws. You felt it heal almost immediately but it angered you enough to transform and get your own claws out.
You jumped at him, furiously trying to slash him to pieces but he was able to stop you, grabbing both of your hands and pushing you away again. Your back hit the handrail, making it creak before it completely detached itself from the staircase. You lost your balance, about to fall back with it but Theo grabbed your arms again, pulling you back to him only to throw you to the opposite side. You heard yourself growl and jumped at him again, quick enough to take him by surprise and send both of your bodies rolling down the stairs.
He was faster to react than you, a bit confused by the fall. He got to you and choked you with one hand, you could feel his claws digging in the skin of your throat, making you whimper, which made him smile.
Seeing him with that annoying grin was enough to send a rush of adrenaline through your body and you were able to reverse the situation, pinning him down on the floor with both of your hands holding his throat.
"There she is." He stated, surprisingly proud, as if he was happy to see you fight him back.
It surprised you so much that he was able to take over you again, pushing you away from him only to get on top of you and pin your arms to the ground, leaving you defenseless. He seemed satisfied by the situation. You looked at him, wondering if he was going to kill you now. His face was close to yours, he stared back at you and you were left unable to tell what he was thinking... Until he glanced at your lips. It lasted for half a second before he fixed his eyes to yours again, but you had seen it and you were ready to take advantage of it.
You reached for his lips, kissing him with all the passion you could to try to win him over before he could back away. You felt his surprise but you weren't expecting him to kiss you back with the same urge you had just faked. He might be a chimera, an alpha, but he was also a man and like every man, he wasn't able to focus on two things at the same time very well. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong thing to concentrate on and you felt his grip on your arms loosen the more he was kissing you.
Once you felt like nothing could hold you back anymore, you pushed him away, so strongly that you sent him flying on a few meters until his back hit the wall and he grunted in pain. You stood back up, turning around to see where Tracy had disappeared but all you saw was Corey, lying on the ground and moving his hands with difficulty, as if he was just recovering from her venom.
You felt a presence close to you, but you didn't react quickly enough to protect yourself from it. Tracy scratched you, multiple times, and your body fell down on the ground with a thud. All your muscles stiffened, making you unable to move anymore. You were the ones attacked by surprise by the guys and yet, she was attacking you. What the hell was wrong with her ? You saw her run to Theo, worried that her alpha was hurt... That kiss ass.
"You win this round Tracy." Theo told her. "Get Corey back home."
She obeyed but not before making sure that Theo was able to stand on his feet without her help.
You saw her support Corey, leading him out of the building and your heart started beating faster. Theo stood next to you, looking down at you with yet another satisfied smile, as if he could smell your fear.
"You tried." He simply said, before walking away.
"Theo !" You exclaimed, almost in a shout. "I swear if you leave me here I'll..."
"You'll what ?" He interrupted you, with a laughter, stopping himself. "You really think that you are that important ?"
"I'll go to Scott's pack." You finished, unable to think of any other threat.
"Scott's dead." He replied. "And even if he wasn't, why would I care ? Do you think that I need a fox in my pack ?"
"Don't leave me here..." You begged him, the weak tone of your voice making him smile.
He came back on his steps and kneeled next to you.
"You know what ? Because you fought well tonight, I'm going to do something for you, just this once." He said and before you could even question what it was, you felt his claws digging in your thigh, making you cry out.
"Stop." You implored, feeling like he wanted to reach your bones, pushing his claws deep in your skin.
"That's the fastest way to recover from Kanima venom." He retorted, hurting you even more.
"Stop !" You shouted, unable to stand the pain anymore, pushing him away from you with both hands, making him let go of your thigh.
Then, you realized what you had just did. You were able to move again, he was right, and he was staring at you with an arrogant look, probably waiting for a thank you.
You looked down at your ripped jeans, wondering how you were ever going to heal from such deep cuts.
"Do you know a way to speed up the healing process ?" You asked him, wincing from the pain sitting down caused you.
He looked at your wound with a conceited smile. He did know a way, but he wasn't planning on sharing his knowledge with you. That's how he kept some authority on his pack, because he knew things that new chimeras couldn't figure out themselves, because he kept saying that he knew something terrible was coming... Because he believed that he was slyer than a fox.
You leaned towards him, trying to ignore the pain it caused you and pressed your lips on his, but he had learned the lesson and wasn't going to let down his guard again. He immediately stopped you, holding you away from him. You felt that it took him all his might to do so, he wanted you to kiss him. You decided to try another tactic, looking at him with your most innocent expression. You wanted him to trust you, you needed him to tell you what he knew... You wanted to be a better alpha than he was.
You tried to approach him again, slowly, as if you were trying to not scare off an untamed animal. You had no control on how quickly your heart started beating but it wasn't a bad thing if that could make him believe that it was the effect he had on you...
He didn't move but looked at you distrustfully. You knew that he wanted you more than ever, you could sense it. All you had to do was convince him that you wanted him too, which shouldn't be too difficult.
You kissed him again, gently, and he did his best to show no reaction, staying steady, refusing to kiss you back at first. All it took for you was to put your hand on the back of his neck and he pulled you in his arms, kissing you back as passionately as the first time.
You sat on his lap, putting your other hand on his neck, ready to defend yourself in case he decided to get his revenge from earlier but his heart had speeded up to reach the same rhythm as yours, making you believe that he was pretty focused on that kiss.
He interrupted himself to push your jacket down your shoulders and take your shirt off and you did the same thing for him. Looking at him shirtless made you realize that, surely, you could have ended up with a much less desirable alpha...
You were hoping that Tracy and Corey were long gone by now. You didn't want her to attack you just because she wanted to be your alpha's favorite. That was a role you had decided to play.
His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, making you feel terribly vulnerable. You held yourself to his shoulders, pretending that you could reach your climax only from the way he was leaving wet kisses on your skin.
He pushed you with the weight of his body until your back touched the ground and he could stand above you, you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands worked on the button of your jeans, while he held himself up with the other, his lips finding yours again.
When he finally succeeded at that impossible task of opening pants with just one hand, his body left you and he sat back, forcing you to free him from your legs. You winced from the pain your wound caused you once again, but you were determined to forget about it.
He pulled your jeans down to your knees, your panties following. He unzipped his pants, using a hand to take his boner out and, with eyes fixed to yours, he leaned back down over you, your legs resting on his shoulder.
You gasped as you felt him entering you. He felt so big that you weren't even sure that you'd be able to fully take him. Finally, you felt his balls against your skin and you knew that you had his whole length shoved inside you. It felt good, especially with your legs closed and up in the air.
He started with small, slow impulses. He wanted to make sure that you could take it. And you were the first one surprised of how quickly you wanted him to go harder on you.
He kept a slow pace but he gave stronger hip thrusts, making you feel him even deeper inside you. You started breathing louder but tried to keep yourself from moaning.
He finally started moving faster inside you, keeping the same intensity, making you squirm with pleasure. You reached an orgasm, arching your back and then doing the opposite, getting close enough to him to steal a kiss before falling back down.
He got up a moment after and you imitated him, ready to wince from the pain in your thigh but surprisingly, you didn't feel anything. You looked down at it only to see that the wound was completely healed now. You glanced at Theo who didn't seem very impressed by it, did he do something to make you heal faster ? From the grin on his face, you knew the answer was yes, even if he would never admit it.
He got dressed and left without giving you an explanation. About anything. His heart kept beating as fast as yours, you heard it drumming in his chest until he got to his car and drove away. It couldn't be just the adrenaline... And even if it was, you were pretty sure that you had just found a way to get everything you wanted from him.
☾ The tension is incredible, I’m in charge. You know how I feel for you…
Will you stop, or will you just keep going ? ☽
I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner
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Note: Underaged characters on the show are aged up to 18 in my stories.
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It was three days after the full moon, explaining why it still was shining so brightly in the night sky, even giving shadows to the trees. You had been standing on top of a small hill for a while now, shivering from the fresh wind blowing through the leaves every once in a while.
Suddenly, a noise. Something moved, running right in front of you, you didn’t follow it, too concentrated on what was chasing it. And finally, you had it; the perfect sight to shoot. Not waiting one more second, you pulled the trigger provoking an explosion of lightings with a deafening boom. The creature fell on the ground, temporarily blinded. You shoot again, with a silver bullet this time.
You touched its shoulder. Unhappy that you hadn’t killed it on the first try, you made your way down the hill, confident that you didn’t risk anything since the creature was blinded and wounded now. Once you were closer, you shoot again but missed, not expecting it to stand back up as quickly and attacking you. You fell down in surprise when it rushed your way, lifting your gun, ready to shoot between its two glowing eyes but before you could even pull the trigger, a werewolf jumped from behind you, attacking a monster twice as big as he was.
He fought against it, bravely. The creature seemed to realize that it was too weak to keep up and instead of continuing to fight, it ran away. Like a coward. You didn’t get up but backed away a little. The werewolf turned around to look at you, still partially transformed, his yellow eyes glowing. He was a beta.
He walked towards you, offering you a hand but you pointed your gun at him, warning him to keep his distances. He lifted his hands up, trying to convince you that he wasn’t going to attack you but his fangs and his claws tended to send the opposite message. You heard him whispering things to himself. Great, a crazy werewolf.
You tried to take the opportunity to run away while he had his eyes fixed on the ground, repeating the same sentences over and over again.
“Wait !” He exclaimed, noticing that you were leaving.
You tried to walk faster but felt him close so you turned around, your gun immediately pressed on his forehead.
“Do you want me to kill you ?” You asked him, as threateningly as you could.
“N-no…” He stuttered, trying to look at the gun between his two eyes, lifting his hands up again.
That’s when you noticed he had taken his human form again. He seemed familiar. Very familiar.
“Then stay away from me.” You demanded, still trying to sound menacing.
He immediately took two steps back, looking more terrified by you than he was by the monster who had just chased him through the forest.
“I-I wanted to thank you for helping me.”
“Well, you weren’t the thing I was hunting for so…” You said, with a shrug, finally putting your gun back down but keeping it in your hand.
“You’re a hunter.” He remarked, as if it wasn’t obvious.
“And you are the baby beta.” You retorted, turning your back on him and walking away.
“The baby beta ?” He asked, a bit upset by the words.
“Yeah, the newbie in Scott’s friendly vegan pack.”
He seemed even more confused by that sentence.
“I-I saved your life too !” He exclaimed, following you, trying to prove he wasn’t such a baby werewolf.
“No, you didn’t.” You replied, as if that was the dumbest thing you had ever heard. “You made me miss my target and now I’m going home empty handed.”
He didn’t know what else to say so he stopped walking, staring at you until you disappeared behind the hill, reaching your car and going home, a bit upset that you still hadn’t killed that thing.
The next day you were at school like the normal person you were pretending to be. It was Beacon Hills. The town was full of people who were pretending to be something that they weren’t: normal.
The minute you left the parking lot, you felt someone staring at you from miles away. You looked around, seeing the new beta standing in a circle with his pack between two buses. You kept walking in direction of the doors.
Not even a minute later, you heard someone running behind you and you sighed, unable to pull out your gun this time, you were in public.
“If you blow my cover, I’ll blow yours.” You threatened, turning around to face Liam.
“That’s not in my plans…” He replied, surprised.
“Good.” You said, more softly. “I’m sure you barely have one anyway, you look like the kind of werewolf that smells from miles and miles away.”
You turned around and kept walking to class, trying to suppress a laughter when you glanced behind and saw the beta sniffing his own self.
You entered the hall, walked a bit before hearing the rushed footsteps again. You weren’t expecting him to grab your arm and it took you a lot of self control to not krav maga him to the floor. He pulled you inside the nearest room. The one in which the Lacrosse players and some other hunky guys trained.
“Look, if I was a baby beta, would I be able to do this ?” He asked, before proudly lifting a heavy dumbbell over his head.
So that’s what it was all about…
“Actually yes, it’s when you are freshly turned that you are the strongest, everyone knows that.” You replied, crossing your arms on your chest.
“Oh yeah ? What about that ?” He said, not letting himself get discouraged.
He put the dumbbell down and walked to the suspended bars, lifting his body up by the strength of his arms. He glanced at you, sure that you were going to be impressed.
You laughed and imitated him, lifting yourself up with yours arms, on the bar right beside him. He was the one impressed but he quickly tried to hide it, falling back on his legs and starting to do push ups on the floor.
Once again, you followed him, even though you weren’t really prepared for a workout, especially not that early in the morning but seeing him get offended every time you were able to do what he did was hilarious.
“Liam, what are you trying to prove ?” You finally asked him, seeing him overload the barbell before lying down on the bench underneath it.
You were pretty sure that he was going to get hurt so it was time to stop playing that game.
“That you have no reason to call me a baby werwolf.”
“Whatever you do, that’s how I am going to call you now that I know you don’t like it.” You answered, with a shrug.
He gave you his darkest look before trying to move the barbell. He got it on his chest, lifted it up a bit but not enough to be able to put it back at its place. You watched him try for a few seconds before finally helping him and putting it back, with his help because it was indeed too heavy.
He sat down, out of breath.
“How are you so strong ?!” He asked but you didn’t reply, not impressed by his strength but by his tenacity. “I guess you just earned the right to call me however you want.”
“Good cause I was thinking about cute puppy as well.” You smirked, proud of your victory.
“Great, even better… Wait. You think I’m cute ?” He acknowledged, suddenly making you realize what you just said.
“No…” You replied, with yet another casual shrug.
“Yes you did! You called me cute puppy !” He exclaimed, a bit too happily, getting up.
“No. Shut up Dunbar !”
He was ruining your victory with his and you were trying not to blush, staring at the floor rather than looking at him.
“(Y/N) thinks I’m cute !” He shouted, so proudly.
“Now you are acting childish.” You remarked, trying to stay stoical but you couldn’t help but laugh when he did a little victory dance.
“What does it change ? You keep calling me baby anyway”
“Baby beta.” You corrected him.
“Whatever. You think I’m cute.”
“Stop it.”
“Never, now that I know you don’t like it.” He answered, cunningly.
He won, you couldn’t deny it.
“Don’t make me pull my dagger out.” You playfully threatened.
“I don’t think that you are that dangerous when you come to school…” He replied, not believing you about the daggers.
“Oh really ?”
You pulled your lose shirt up, revealing the two daggers hanging to your belt.
“And I keep emergency bullets here.” You added, throwing your shirt on the bench to show him the three silver bullets that you kept in your bra.
He was speechless. But not just because of the weapons you were carrying with you…
He had lost his proud grin. Instead, he was looking at you with an expression between astonishment and desire. He stepped closer, slowly, as if he was allowing you to pull your daggers out if you wanted him to stay away from you like you had told him to… But you were more than pleased to see him approach this time.
You took the last step separating your bodies and kissed him hard, your hands on his arms as if you were trying to get him even closer. He kissed you back, his hands on your naked lower back. That wasn’t how you had expected the situation to turn but you definitely liked the way it took when he pushed you back with his body until you felt the wall touching your skin.
He kept kissing you, pressing his body against yours. Your hands slipped under his shirt, touching his muscles before deciding to make him take it off so that you could have a better view.
You moved your hands to his pants, slowly unbuttoning them while your mouths kept lusting for each other. You pulled his trunks down, enough to free his erection. You took it in your hands, moving them around it. He was already hard for you.
You stepped away to get your bag from where you had left it, finding a condom in the pocket. You put it back on the floor and felt hands grabbing you by the waist, pulling your pants down, taking your belt of daggers off and taking the condom from your hand while wet kisses were applied on your neck and shoulders at a furious pace.
You felt Liam’s body moving, putting the condom on but you stayed with your back turned to him, enjoying it that way. He moved your hair to the side, getting back to his wet kisses, making sure your body was pressed against him and that you could feel his hard erection against your lower back.
You moved and reached the barbell, holding it with both hands and slightly bent over it as he made you part your legs a little more before using one hand to guide his length inside you.
He seemed to hit the perfect spot right away, slowly moving back and forth, leisurely building a sensation of intense pleasure deeply inside you. You breathed heavily, not wanting him to ever stop but wanting to reach your climax quickly at the same time.
He didn’t need to go at a fast pace to send waves of pleasure through your body. He kept his hands on your hips, firmly holding you. You moved your body at his pace, increasing the thrill. It was so slow, so untroubled and yet so pleasurable, you wanted it to last forever. You sighed in satisfaction, abandoning yourself to him. He kept that pace for a moment longer.
When he finally thrusted faster in you, you were ready for it, already feeling your body tensing up while he started panting behind you. You tried to suppress the moans that wanted to escape your lips so badly, remembering that you weren’t alone in the building.
Your muscles stiffened, you felt your inside getting tighter around him and took a big breath, trying to stay on your feet while pleasure was taking over you. He came with a muffled moan, burying his face in your hair while he slowed down again, finally allowing you to remember your name.
He pulled himself out of you, planting one final kiss on your neck.
“I probably should tell you something.” You started, turning around to face him, pulling your pants back up before he handed you your shirt and started getting dressed too.
He looked at you with a serious expression and you knew that you had his full attention.
“I might be a baby hunter…”
The words made him smile but that was because he didn’t understand what you meant.
“Not like I’m a new hunter, although I am… I hunt for new creatures. I kill them before they go kill innocent people.”
His smile faded and he looked at you differently, still unsure of what you were saying. Were you a danger to him ?
☾ I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to.
I can’t help but want you, I know that I’d die without you. ☽
*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
( Part 1 ) - ( Part 2 ) - ( Part 4 )
You opened your eyes with difficulty, not seeing clearly for a minute. Your head was spinning and your entire body seemed paralyzed. You were lying down on a cold surface, your hands were tied together. You couldn’t tell where you were, even when your sight got back to normal. It looked like an industrial basement, with a metallic fence and pipes all over the ceiling. You were freezing cold, but your body wasn’t even capable of shaking, if you weren’t able to see it, you would be wondering if it was still there.
There was a loud buzzing all around you, like intense electricity was running somewhere. You focused with all your might on moving your hands, on trying to get up or at least sit to see better but nothing was moving. What was going on ? And how did you even get here in the first place ?
Your memories weren’t clear, it almost gave you a headache when you forced yourself to remember. Theo…
Theo was the last person you had seen. He was with you when the dread doctors arrived… Did he not try to protect you from them ? Was he the one who brought you here and tied you up ? As much as you wanted to believe in his innocence and that he was a good guy after all, it still wouldn’t surprise you if he was responsible for this.
You heard some noises, as if someone was walking on the floor above your head. You wanted to scream for help, but the word only came out in a hoarse whisper. You felt a pain in your chest… You were terrified. What was going to happen to you now ? What if nobody found you here ?
You heard a louder noise, closer to you this time, like a metallic door being opened. You saw a shadow, approaching from behind the fence.
You saw the silhouette, putting both hands on the fence, wanting to open it. Not even a second later, their body was shaken by a violent load of electricity, throwing them back on the ground with an explosion of sparks. Whoever it was, they didn’t seem to know the place, otherwise they would have known that the fence was electrified…
They got back up, unsteady on their feet at first but you heard a growl and saw some glowing yellow eyes in the dark. It was a werewolf, and he was determined to come for you.
The fence lit up with electricty sparks, so bright that you had to close your eyes to not be blinded. You heard another growl that made the ground shake and suddenly a metallic breaking noise resounded.
You opened your eyes again and saw Theo, trying to keep his balance while walking towards you.
“Theo.” You whispered, not sure if his presence was a good thing or not.
“Are you hurt ?” He asked you, truly worried, while quickly untying your hands.
“I-I can’t feel anything.” You answered, able to speak a little louder.
“I’m going to get you out of here.” He promised you, moving your legs to the side of the table you were lying on.
Suddenly, the faint neon lights hanging to the ceiling started trembling, the buzzing sound intensifying.
“It’s them!” You trembled, the heavy atmosphere triggering your memories.
The dread doctors. You had already seen them, they were frightening, but when the three of them were around you earlier, you were pretty sure you had fainted from sheer terror.
“It’s them, leave! Go!” You told Theo, finally able to speak in your normal voice.
“Not without you.” He stated, ready to carry you.
That’s when they entered the room, all three of them, with their horrifying masks on. Moving slowly but surely in your direction.
“Theo… Go.” You whispered, one last time, tears rolling down your cheeks.
He simply shook his head, his eyes fixed on the doctors. You could tell he was trying hard to not show how scared he really was.
“The procedure wasn’t completed.” The cold, robotic like, voice of the doctor standing in the center said.
“Good!” Theo yelled at them, faking confidence as hard as he could. “I told you to not touch her! Ever! I commanded you to leave her alone!”
He spoke with rage in his voice, eyes glistening with fear while his claws and fangs grew out… As if he had any chances against them.
The doctors didn’t answer anything. He stared at them with anger. Was it true ? Was he really the one commanding them ? But if he was… What were you doing here ? And why was he trying to save you ?
With a hand gesture, the doctor dismissed him. All three of them turning around to go back to where they came from. Was it really going to be that easy ?
“Let’s go.” Theo said, seemingly asking himself the exact same question.
He took you in his arms and carried you out through the fence he had ripped off. He climbed some stairs and walked in a large, empty, industrial building. His car was waiting outside. He quickly set you on the backseat before driving away at full speed.
You still couldn’t move anything else than your head. Why couldn’t you move ? Was this a permanent condition ?
“Focus on your muscles, imagine yourself moving.” Theo told you, as if he could read your mind.
“Easier said than done.” You bitterly replied, panicking in the inside.
You were lying down on the seats, unable to see where he was driving you but you were pretty sure nothing could be worst than being paralyzed with the dread doctors all around, wondering what they were going to do to you.
“It’s Kanima venom, they used that on me too.”
“H-How long have I been there ?” You asked him, realizing you still were in your pajamas.
“All day long.”
You tried to look through the window, seeing nothing but the night sky and the street lights flashing in the car as he drove passed them, fast.
“How did you find me that quickly ?”
He didn’t answer anything, probably thinking that staying silent was better than lying to you.
“Did you know where they were this whole time ?” You kept questioning him.
He didn’t answer to that either. Stiles kept warning you about him, and you felt something was wrong about him too. He even admitted that he was up to no good and yet, you still wouldn’t listen… What is it with girls, thinking that they are going to be able to turn a bad guy into a good one ?
“Are you the one responsible for all these innocent people dying ?” You asked, your voice breaking when a tear rolled down your cheek.
“I’m not. It wasn’t me, it was them…” He finally defended himself.
“Are you not the one commanding them ?”
You took his silence for another positive reply. You didn’t want to stay with him, especially when you couldn’t move, it made you feel too vulnerable. You put all your might into moving and eventually, you saw your hands slowly unclench, starting to feel the numbness of your body.
He slowed down and the motor stopped. He got out and opened the door in front of you, pulling your arms to help you sit down.
“Where are we ?” You asked, unable to recognize the street in the dark.
“At my house. Let’s go in, I’ll take care of the cuts on your arms.” He answered, wanting to force you out but you resisted with all your strength.
“I want to go home.” You told him, your legs starting to shake.
“Yes, I’ll drive you back but I need to take care of the cuts first.”
You didn’t answer anything, unsure whether you could trust him or not.
“Please, don’t be scared…” He said, probably sensing your emotions. “My parents are home, if that can reassure you.”
You looked more carefully at the house, seeing a light through the window and a gray family car in the driveway, proving that he was saying the truth.
You finally agreed to move, following him to the doorstep. You stepped inside, directly near the living room, where a man and a woman were sitting, looking at you with concern. You probably looked like a mess. What were they going to think of you, seeing you arrive in their house in your damaged pajamas ?
“Hi.” You greeted them, unsure of what to say now that Theo had disappeared somewhere, without a word for his parents. “I-I got lost. In the woods.”
“In your pajamas ?” Mr. Raeken asked, raising an eyebrow and earning a reproving look from his wife.
“I’m… I’m a sleepwalker.” You replied.
It didn’t seem to convince neither of them but before anyone could add anything, Theo got back to you with a small, red first aid kit.
“The bandages are in the basement.” He told you, asking you to follow him with a head gesture, still totally ignoring his parents.
“Well… It was nice meeting you.” You told them, deciding to show more manners than their son, before following him to a door.
He opened it for you and you took a step down the stairs before stopping, hearing the faint voice of his mother, whispering;
“What is he going to do to her ?”
Theo closed the door before you could hear anything else and turned on the light. Instead of seeing a room full of weapon or dead bodies like you were almost expecting to, you were surprised to find yourself in an absolutely normal basement, with a washing machine, shelves filled with food cans and paint material and boxes on the floor, remaining unopened since they had moved back in town.
He went to a shelf and found the bandages he was talking about. You felt reassured. He walked back to you and, without a word, lifted you up to help you sit down on the washing machine.
He cleaned the cuts with alcohol. You winced from the burning sensation but kept your eyes fixed on him, watching him as if he could suddenly decide that he might as well rip your arm off with his teeth. But he took good care of you, you noticed that he even was careful to not be too rough with you.
“You can spend the night here if you are too scared.” He suggested, moving to care for your other arm. “Unless it’s of me that you are scared of.”
“I’m not scared of you.” You replied, almost mechanically.
He smiled, focusing on his task while you kept attentively watching him. He noticed and his clear eyes met yours for a few seconds.
Your mind and your heart were at war, but both seemed to be losing against something you couldn’t quite understand yet.
Why were you so obsessed by putting a good or a bad label on him anyway ? Maybe it couldn’t be all black or all white. Maybe you should just satisfy yourself with grey for a while.
Once he was done, he stepped back again, standing in front of you with an expression you would have defined as tenderness if you weren’t suspicious that he was just faking it. You felt his hand softly pressing on your cheek and, once again, you looked into his eyes.
“Can you feel this ?” He asked you, while gently caressing your skin, down to your neck.
“Yes... Why ?”
“Sometimes Kanima venom doesn't only paralyze you but can also desensitize you.” He explained, and it seemed serious.
He left his hand on your neck for a while, his thumb brushing against your skin a few times before he slowly moved again, reaching your chin before going down. You felt his fingers slipping under the collar of your shirt, caressing your skin while bringing the fabric down as low as he could without tearing it apart.
That was it. Those simple touches were enough to awaken your feelings for him again. It wasn’t even a desire anymore, at this point, it was a need, something you couldn’t explain.
Maybe it was the same kind of strange love that attracts the moth to the flame that is going to kill it. You knew it wasn’t a good idea but you couldn’t help it, it was stronger than you.
You leaned towards him, reaching for his lips and kissed him. The tenderness you put into it surprised you as much as it surprised him.
“I wanted to make sure that I could feel that too.” You said, when you moved back.
He smiled but didn’t answer anything, stepping so close that you were forced to open up your legs for him. He pressed a kiss against your ear before speaking in a whisper:
“Did you feel this ?”
You laughed and before you could even answer anything, he planted a light kiss on your neck.
“And that ?” He asked, the warmth of his breath hitting your skin.
He moved a little and left another one on your skin while you felt his hands on both of your knees, slowly making their way up to your thighs. He went to the other side of your neck and left a longer kiss there. You slightly tilted your head, inviting him to start again and he did, covering your skin in kisses while his hands got to your hips. He left one there while the other traveled to your stomach and finally slipped under the elastic of your pants, repeating the same action once it had reached your panties.
You sighed with expectation, his kisses getting wetter and hurried.
“Can you feel this ?” He asked, directly pushing a finger inside you.
“Yes...” You replied, glad to find his lips briefly pressing on yours again.
“This ?” He continued, entering you with a second one.
“Yes.”
“And what about that ?” He inquired, when he bent them inside you before pulling them back and then pushing them back in.
The only answer that left your lips was a deep breath.
You opened up your legs wider, inviting him even deeper in. You felt his thumb applying pressure on your clit while he kept moving his fingers, kissing you again but it didn’t take long until you had to move away and gasp for air. You gripped his arm with both hands, making sure that he wouldn’t just stop here and resumed the kiss.
His back and forth motions quickly got faster and you left out a moan. You probably should have been more careful, knowing that his parents were just upstairs but you couldn’t help it and an even louder one escaped your mouth.
The pace of his fingers increased even more, making you throw your head back with another moan of pleasure.
“Leave some for me.” He asked you, immediately leaving you, just when you were so close.
You looked at him while he pulled his shirt off, eagerly bringing his pants down and freeing his hard member. You jumped down the washing machine, making it easier for him to pull your pajama pants and panties to the ground.
His hands under your thighs, he lifted you up again and you were expecting to be seated again but instead, he slowly walked you to the opposite side of the room.
You decided to take your shirt off and you threw it on the floor, being as naked as he was for the first time.
“I thought that it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.” He recalled, with a smirk.
“And I thought I could control myself...” You replied, roughly pressing your lips on his as if you could never get enough of it.
He pressed your naked back against the cold concrete wall and, holding yourself to his shoulders, he let go of one hand to guide himself inside of you.
He entered you and you gasped again, he felt so much bigger in comparison of his fingers. His hand found its place back behind your thigh and he started thrusting in you, at a steady pace at first.
You didn’t want to get there too quickly but you couldn’t help it, as soon as he started going faster, you felt close again. Instead of a moan, you said his name and it seemed to motivate him to give even harder thrusts into you.
Satisfied with the result, you decided to say it again and the reaction was immediate. He pushed himself inside you faster, almost angrily, and you held yourself to the side of the shelf beside you with one hand, trying to keep up with his pace that kept increasing.
You moaned loudly, almost hoping that his parents would hear you this time. He growled and you weren’t sure if it meant that he wanted you to keep quiet or if he was getting as close as you were.
Some things fell off the shelf but neither of you cared, your muscles starting to contract at this very moment. This time you were sure of it, the venom didn’t have any effect on you anymore, you could feel everything and it was so good that it quickly sent you off with the loudest moan while he kept going as if nothing was happening.
Your climax seemed to last forever and he seemed unstoppable until finally, he released himself inside of you and started slowing down.
He gave you the final thrust and pulled out of you, letting you touch the ground and going back to his clothes without even looking at you. You had a bad feeling about this. He seemed totally distant suddenly... Was he regretting what he had just did with you ? Did he not enjoy it as much as you did ?
He threw your clothes at you and you caught them, quickly getting dressed before he walked back to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
He looked at you with a sorry expression and your heart started beating faster, it was the kind of expression that you had never seen on him before, it seemed sincere but somehow, you knew that what was coming next wasn’t going to be good at all.
You waited for him to say something, but he didn't speak a word until he had reached the stairs.
“I’m sorry... I can take the risk of you telling Scott or Stiles.” He said and you looked at him with confusion, following him up the stairs but he closed the door behind him before you could reach it.
You tried to open it but it didn’t move.
“Theo ?” You called, calmly at first.
No answer. You felt your stomach tighten. You furiously knocked on the door, finally understanding, but even with all the noise that you made, his parents didn’t come to your rescue either.
After being captured by the dread doctors, you were now Theo’s prisoner, locked up in his basement.
☾ Come to me in the night hours, I will wait for you...
I can’t help but be wrong in the dark cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.☽
( Part 1 ) - ( Part 3 ) - ( Part 4 )
Author’s note: Written with what I know of Theo as far as in ep. 5x08 Ouroboros. (Which means really not much…) (Yes I know, I’m so late, I haven’t even watched the end of 5A yet!)
It was yet another night that you had spent alone in your home. Not that you were complaining, it was nice to have a break from supernatural problems and fighting best friends from time to times.
You turned the TV off, getting up and walking to your bedroom when you remembered that the trash was still waiting for you in the kitchen. You loudly sighed and came back on your footsteps.
Once the garbage bag was ready, you put your coat over your pajama and went out. You threw the bag in the bin and turned around with a shiver. It was dark outside and the street light in front of where you lived wasn’t working anymore.
You heard a soft growl behind you. You looked and were surprised to see a black dog, coming out of the shadows. You were so used to werewolves and supernatural creatures now, it seemed strange to see a real dog in front of you.
“Hey, puppy.” You greeted
It stepped closer to you, entering the driveway. It was a fully grown up dog, with intense dark fur. Its breed was similar to a wolf... But it couldn’t be one, there are no wolves in California.
“Are you lost ?” You asked the dog, as if he was going to answer you.
He was staring at you and it almost made you feel uncomfortable.
“Come here.” You called, bending down, hoping to find its name and address on its collar, if it even had one.
Instead of getting closer, the dog took some steps back and before you even realized what was happening to it, you saw someone stepping out of the shadow.
“Theo?!” You exclaimed, getting straight back up. “H-How... I thought only Scott could... How did you...You are naked.”
You tried to look away, giving him some time to cover himself up but he didn’t even try to hide.
“What ?” He asked, amused. “It’s not like you had never seen it before.”
“I-I have neighbors!” You replied, blushing. “What are you doing here ?”
You tried to keep your eyes fixed on the broken street light, hoping that no one would have the idea of looking through their window just when you were talking to a naked guy, on the street, in the middle of the night. You knew it wasn’t a good idea that he had seen where you lived... Especially if he was planning on showing up naked like that.
“I was tracking a Wendigo... It led me here.” He casually explained.
“Do you think it’s me ?” You asked him, surprised.
“No. It’s your neighbor.”
You quickly glanced at him to see in which direction he was looking. He pointed to the house on the left, confident. But you started laughing and he seemed confused.
“Mrs Dawson is at least 90 years old, and you think she’s a flesh eating monster ?”
“Her or someone who lives with her...” He answered, a little less assured.
“She lives alone. No one ever visits her apart from people of the neighborhood.”
He was going to answer something but his eyes were caught by something, forcing you to turn around again to take a look at the house. You saw the old lady in question, standing in her doorway with a barely working flashlight pointed on you.
“I heard some voices. Are you alright ?” She yelled, and you were pretty sure that you could see her shaking from where you were standing. “Should I call the sheriff ?”
“No it’s fine! It’s just... A friend.” You yelled back, trying to be loud enough for her to hear you but to not wake up the entire street.
“Yeah. It’s her.” Theo stated, confidently.
You laughed again as the old lady, slowly, got back into her house. He had to be joking.
“Come on, tell me why you really are here.” You asked him, still giggling.
“Because of the Wendigo.” He affirmed, as if your question was the silliest he had ever heard.
“Yeah, of course.”
You felt a bit disappointed. Even if you still didn’t feel like he could be trusted, even if he still scared you a little, you were hoping he was here for you. You had spent a night with him, and he never texted or called you since. Not once. But he made sure to tell everyone what had happened between you two, and particularly detailed it for Stiles.
You saw a light appear at the window of the house across the street. The people living there unfortunately didn’t have an eyesight as bad as Mrs. Dawson.
“Let’s go inside, before someone sees you and doesn’t actually ask before calling the Sheriff station.”
He didn’t complain and followed you inside. You closed the door behind him, being reminded once again that he was completely naked and you had to battle with yourself to look away.
“How long has she been living here ?” He asked, taking a look at your living room.
“Since as far as I can remember...”
“Then I guess she doesn’t hunt in the neighborhood. Maybe she isn’t even the one getting her own food.”
“We’re talking about a lady who sometimes asks me to mix her meals because she has no teeth left.” You replied, still convinced it was nonsense.
“They’re good at covering up. If they didn’t smell like death you wouldn’t even know what they really are.”
“Right.”
He turned around to stare straight into your eyes with that hypnotizing gaze that always worked so well on you and you were left unable to look away.
“Why don’t you believe me ?”
“Because I don’t think that you care enough to be worried about a Wendigo living next to me.” You tried to explain.
“Who said I didn’t care ?” He asked, slightly confused.
“... All the texts you haven’t sent me.”
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, left speechless for a moment. You would have been proud of yourself for leaving him unable to speak if you didn’t feel so sad.
“I didn’t know that you wanted me to do that.” He simply answered, after a moment of confusion.
“That’s what civilized people do. They don’t go around telling everyone that they had sex with a girl while ignoring her.”
“I didn’t know that you wanted it to stay a secret...”
“I didn’t but... You are... You are disturbing me!” You stuttered, finally able to look away from his eyes. And his body.
You glanced at him and saw the conceited smile he had on his lips.
“Theo, that wasn’t meant to be a compliment! Can’t you put something on ?”
“I’m a werewolf!” He replied, in all logic.
You sighed and went looking for something. You came back from your bathroom, throwing your bathrobe at him.
“I won’t fit in that.” He stated, looking at the fluffy fabric with a wince.
“Then at least cover yourself with it.” You asked him. “Please.”
“Fine.” He grumbled, keeping it front of himself. “But I don’t see what’s your problem, if you were the one naked I definitely wouldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Good thing you aren’t seeing me naked any time soon then.” You playfully snapped at him.
There was something hilarious seeing him trying to cover himself up with your fluffy, pinkish bathrobe. You should have taken a picture and sent it to Stiles.
“Good thing your heart rate doesn’t go crazy every time you look at me then.”
He took a few steps towards you but you slowly stepped back, seeing him smirk, totally confident in the effect he had on you.
“Good thing I can control myself.” You remarked.
He smiled wider, probably hearing your heart speeding up as you said those words, making it clear that you were lying.
“Good thing I can’t.” He stated, just as your back hit the wall.
The bathrobe fell at his feet as he trapped you against the wall, his strong arms on each side of you to keep you from going anywhere. But you weren’t planning to, anyway.
Your chest felt close to exploding when you felt his lips pressing on yours. You answered with an even harder kiss, feeling his sudden impatience adding up to yours.
You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back until he reached the couch and sat down on it. You stayed standing in front of him, smiling when you noticed the way he was eagerly staring at you.
You took your time, slowly pulling your pajama pants down, moving his hands away when he reached out to try to help you go faster. When you finally straddled him, you made sure his hard member was pressing between your bodies. He gripped the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head but you stopped him.
“I want to keep it on... You’re not seeing me naked, remember ?”
He left out an unhappy grunt but didn’t insist, letting your shirt fall back down. He had the strength and the claws to rip it off of you if he wanted to... But he didn’t do it, kissing you again instead. You kissed him back, passionately, while allowing his fingers to brush against your skin, under your shirt.
You made sure to rock yourself, slowly but strongly enough to apply pressure on his erection, standing right between you two. You stopped kissing him to make sure that what you were doing was right but the way he looked at you caught you off guard. It wasn’t an hypnotizing gaze with an arrogant smirk, it was more sincere and vulnerable than that... And it made you feel a little confused.
He must have noticed because he pulled you close again, exchanging a longer, open mouthed, kiss with you.
Suddenly, he flipped you up on the couch. You were the one sitting while he was standing in front of you. It made you feel a bit nervous, you were worried that he might be getting too rough with you but he simply bent down to kiss you some more.
He waited until you reached for your panties to pull them down, as if you had just granted him the permission. He entered you, fitting as perfectly good as the first time. Once again, his arms got on each side of you, holding himself to the couch’s headrest while he slowly started moving back and forth.
You opened your mouth and left out a loud sigh of satisfaction, holding yourself to his arms. He smiled at you and he leaned closer to leave a soft peck on your mouth. He moved a little faster and you held on tighter to him, as you heard his heavy breathing turn into a muffled moan.
“Faster.” You demanded, starting to pant.
The look on his face became more serious, as if he was trying to focus harder while he moved faster, pushing himself into you as hard as his speed allowed him to.
You put your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, your forehead touching his as he tried to stay concentrated on what he was doing.
“Don’t stop.” You mumbled, between two heavy breaths.
He had found the right pace. The way he was hitting inside you was perfect, you knew that you were getting closer and closer every second. You felt him tensing up, strongly holding himself to the couch and at that moment you couldn’t care less if he ended up breaking it.
You came undone, reaching your climax with a moan that quickly faded in the air, unable to make a single more sound while your body was shaken by waves of pleasure. He kept thrusting, growling with determination until he couldn't hold it anymore and came, releasing himself inside of you.
Before he could even catch his breath, you kissed him, wanting to make that moment of bliss, during which you couldn’t care less if he was good or bad, last a little longer. Apparently, he wanted the same thing. He started slowly rocking himself against you again...
But he suddenly stopped moving, staring at the window behind you.
“What’s wrong ?” You asked him, worried.
“Someone’s coming.” He answered, pulling himself out of you and standing up.
You quickly grabbed your pajama pants, putting them on as Theo got back to his full wolf form. It definitely was disturbing, the guy you just had sex with was able to completely transform himself in an animal...
You heard a noise coming from the door. Was he saying the truth ? Was your neighbor a Wendigo ? By why would she come after you now ? Especially if she knew that Theo was still here.
The lights started trembling and the air suddenly felt thicker and colder... That definitely wasn’t something that Wendigos could do.
Your heart started beating faster and you grabbed the first thing you found to use it as a weapon, as ridiculous as it was. The front door came flying and you heard the heavy footsteps stepping in. You wanted to scream but you forced yourself to stay quiet, hiding behind the couch.
Theo was capable of fighting a wendigo or another werewolf but you were pretty sure that there was nothing that he could do against the three dread doctors coming for you...
☾ As the words fade away, I still believe what your eyes say.
I still see you illuminate as I drop my guard...☽
*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
Note: Underaged characters on the show are aged up to 18 in my stories.
You pressed the doorbell button, anxiously listening if there was any sound coming from behind the door... Every time you were supposed to see Liam, he ended up canceling your plans at the last minute. He didn’t even show up last time, giving you the usual excuses of having too much work or being too tired.
You were expecting him to not open the door and text you later to apologize but the door opened and you had trouble hiding your surprise.
“Hi.” He said, seemingly nervous, moving to the side to invite you in.
You stepped inside, holding your biology books in your arms. His nervosity was contagious and you didn’t even dare to look at him as he closed the door behind you.
“Uh... Let’s go upstairs.” He told you, after taking a long look at your books, as if he had already forgotten that he had asked you to come over to study with him.
You went first, knowing the way to his room. He followed you and closed the door as you sat on his bed, putting your books down and reaching for your bag to get a highlighter and a pen.
He said your name and you froze. The tone, his expression... It wasn’t good. You felt your heart beating faster in your chest, he had been ignoring you for a while now, more than once you had talked about him with your friends and called him a jerk but yet, you suddenly felt like he was going to break up with you and you really didn’t want that to happen.
“You should tell me what’s going on. If you did, maybe I could help you... Mason and I are worried you know.” You started, barely glancing at him. “You’ve been ignoring the both of us lately, I don’t know why you don’t feel like you can’t trust us anymore...”
He sat down on the bed, keeping a good distance from you. He didn’t use to be like that. He used to be a caring boyfriend and an amazing friend but for some reason, one day, he just stopped hanging out with you and Mason. He would find bad excuses to not talk or spend time with you, he’d lie straight to your faces and the only person who doesn’t know that he is a terrible liar is himself.
“Does it have to do with Lacrosse ? Your parents ? Or your new friends ? Scott doesn’t seem like a bad guy but that Stiles, he’s pretty weird. And his name is just as weird...” You continued.
Liam sighed, and your eyes involuntary met.
“I wish I could tell you... But I promised.”
“So it does have to do with your new friends!” You exclaimed, almost triumphantly.
“No!” He replied, with a face that meant yes.
“Are they forcing you to deal drugs for them or something like that ?”
“No.” He answered, more confidently.
“Then what is it ?” You asked, starting to lose your patience.
“I cannot tell you...”
He seemed really sorry that he couldn’t share what was going on in his life at the moment with you. You knew he was hiding something, and you knew he wanted to tell you what it was so bad that he had to avoid you to make sure he wouldn’t let it out... But you were getting tired of his secrets and of his lies.
“Fine. Then, I cannot be your girlfriend.” You stated, getting up and grabbing your books.
The words hurt you but he was going to break up with you anyway so you felt the urge to protect your pride.
He seemed surprised, he looked at you as you walked away. Completely stunned.
You opened the door and just when you stepped out of the room, you felt his hand gripping your arm, hearing your name spoken in a whisper. You turned around to look at him, truly annoyed. It was the only way to keep yourself from crying in front of him.
“I’m only doing this to keep you safe...” He said, softly, and you knew that you had just broken his heart by the way he was looking at you.
You didn’t resist when he pulled you close and when his lips pressed against yours, you realized how long it had been since the last time he had done that. It felt so good, you never wanted it to stop.
He took a few steps back and sat on his bed. You sat on his lap, leaving your books on the floor, to ardently kiss him. You pulled his shirt above his head, it seemed like it had been months, if not years, since the last time you were that close to him. You kissed him again but he stopped you, looking at you with a sorry expression on his face.
“That’s... That’s exactly what I was trying to avoid.” He admitted, slightly fearing your reaction.
“What ?” You asked, confused.
“I-I just want to protect you...”
“Did you...” You started but had to stop yourself a minute to think about it. “Did you cheat on me with someone and get an STD or something ?”
It was what seemed the most logical to you.
“What ? No!” He exclaimed, keeping you from leaving him again. “I promise, I will tell you the truth when I can but for now Scott said...”
“Scott! I knew it!”
“Scott can be trusted. And so can Stiles.” Liam answered, so calmly that you could only believe him. “Don’t worry about it, I just.... I need to learn more about it before I can tell anyone.”
For the first time in a while, he seemed totally sincere, even if you didn’t exactly know what he was talking about. You hugged him, tightly. He didn’t expect it but he put his arms around you, with a sigh of relief.
“I don’t know if I trust them, but I trust you.” You told him.
He kissed your neck, thanking you. You felt his hands slowly moving down your back, pulling your shirt up. You allowed him to take it off but felt a bit confused.
“I thought that you were trying to avoid it.” You said.
“I was... But I want to try.”
You smiled, happy with that answer. Nothing ever felt as good as the way he touched you and you had been going too long without it happening again.
“But I’ll stop if I feel like I’m going to hurt you.” He warned you.
“Alright.” You nodded, still not knowing why he suddenly thought that he could be a danger to you.
You got up and lied down on the bed, your head on the pillow, watching him move to get on top of you. Holding himself up with his arms, he slightly lowered himself down in order to kiss your lips, then your neck, with a passion you had almost forgotten about.
You kissed his shoulder, your hands moving from his back to his arms and when his lips found yours again, you kissed him as if there was no tomorrow.
That’s when the familiar Led Zeppelin ringtone interrupted you. Liam almost seemed embarrassed, moving to look at his phone on his nightstand before putting it back, still ringing.
“That’s nothing.” He said, shaking his head and he kissed you again before you could even ask who it was.
The music finally stopped as he started kissing your shoulders, slowly coming down to your chest and covering it with wet kisses. You closed your eyes... Only to open them again a minute after, his phone ringing again.
“Just ignore it...” He mumbled and you really tried, forcing yourself to close your eyes again and focus on how his wet lips felt on your skin.
The song ended and started again three seconds later. You couldn’t help but sigh. You pushed him away from you, his head on the pillow while you straddled his waist, bending down to kiss him.
When the phone rang again, you had to stop and sit back.
“Can you not put it on silent mode ?” You asked Liam.
“Oh yeah.” He replied, as if he had forgotten that it was something you could do with phones.
He lifted himself up to grab his phone and press the silence button. He lied back down, smiling at you and pulling you against him but your lips just touched each other when the whole nightstand started vibrating beside you.
“That’s worst.” You winced, from the loud buzzing sound.
“Ah, sorry!” Liam said, grabbing his phone and refusing the incoming call.
“Maybe it’s important if they insist like that...”
“No, no, it’s fine. He’ll understand that I can’t talk to him right now.” He assured you.
He put the phone back on the nightstand, expecting it to ring again but it stayed surprisingly silent. He smiled in victory and stayed sitting, kissing your neck once again.
The vibrations started again. You tried to ignore it but it didn’t seem to stop so you moved to grab the phone. Apparently his new friend Scott really wanted to talk to him.
“Answer it, otherwise I’ll do it.” You told him, handing him his phone.
He took your threat seriously and answered, putting the phone against his ear.
“Hey, can I call you back later ?” He asked but from the time he spent listening after that, the answer probably was no.
“Well I’m home, studying for that biology exam I told you about.” He continued.
He said that Scott could be trusted, and you never had a bad feeling about that guy but why was he so nosy about what Liam was doing ?
“No, I’m alone.” He managed to say before seemingly being cut off by his new friend.
He really was an awful liar. But it made you smile and you moved yourself down to open his pants.
“Of course I know that I’m not ready...”
You slowly pulled down the fabric of his underwear, staring at him, waiting for his reaction and you were pleased to see him open his mouth and let out a silent sigh.
“Scott, I tried to avoid her as much as I could but she’s my girlfriend, you know.”
You took his length in your hands, slowly moving them back and forth from his tip. He lifted his head up to look at you with a sort of panic in his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. I know!” He abruptly exclaimed, still on the phone with Scott.
He pressed his head back on the pillow, sighing with impatience. You moved your hands a little bit faster and he closed his eyes, another sigh escaped his lips but it clearly didn’t have the same meaning.
“Can I call you back later ? I really need to focus on studying.” He managed to say.
You took his tip in your mouth, closing your lips around it, tasting it with your tongue.
“Ah!”
You looked at him, he seemed embarrassed by the sound he had just left out for Scott to hear but it didn’t seem like his friend had picked it up.
“No, I don’t need help I... I study better on my own.” He said, clearly lying once again.
You sucked on his tip and he looked down on you, opening his mouth, ready to make a sound but he was able to suppress it at the last moment.
You weren’t that happy about it. You wanted him to have trouble controlling himself, you wanted him to let Scott know he was with you because why was he keeping him from seeing you in the first place ? And if he was slightly embarrassed by it, it would seem like a fair payback for ignoring you for weeks.
You took it out of your mouth, running your tongue on his entire length a few times before taking him back in and sucking much harder. You saw him closing his eyes, loud breaths escaping his lips so you kept going until he couldn’t keep a pleased moan in anymore.
He suddenly opened his eyes again, as if he had just woken up in fear, remembering that he still was on the phone.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He assured Scott.
You moved your hand around his length, pumping him while you started sucking on the tip again.
“Yeah I promise, I’m...” His voice broke and turned into a quiet whisper as he said your name.
You found it very encouraging. You tried to take him in your mouth as far as you could, moving your head to create a back and forth motion and it worked well, he moved his free arm, as if he was searching for something to hold on to until he gripped the sheets in his hand, pulling on them with strength. This time, he left out a clear moan of pleasure but you weren’t satisfied yet and you kept going.
You felt him tensing up, not speaking anymore and you wonder if he had hung up on Scott or if he was just way too distracted to keep up with the conversation now.
An even louder moan resounded as he filled your mouth with his warm fluid. You moved your head away to swallow and he immediately moved to pin you down on the bed. He quickly pulled your pants down, unable to hide his impatience any longer. He got on top of you and entered you, more roughly than usual. A low sound, almost like a growl, came out of his mouth but you didn’t have the time to question it because he started thrusting inside you, with more strength that he had ever used with you before.
You started breathing loudly. He placed his hands behind your knees, pushing them back against you, and suddenly the way he was hitting inside you sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure through your body.
You saw some golden reflections in his eyes when he increased his pace, his nails digging deep into your skin to keep his grip on you but you couldn’t feel any pain, the pleasure that he was giving you was too intense.
“The sun, the moon, the truth.” He breathed, his eyes locked to yours as he seemed to hit even harder inside you.
You had to throw your head back, feeling close, knowing that you were going to surrender to pleasure any minute now.
“The sun... The moon... The truth.” He repeated, with each trust.
Suddenly you had reached your climax, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as your muscles contracted and you felt once again the warm substance filling you.
He moaned too, in his usual way, until a guttural sound filled his bedroom. You opened your eyes and you saw how his face had transformed, he had some impressive claws and his eyes were a yellow color that you didn’t even know that it was possible to have.
“Liam!” You exclaimed, as if the person in front of you wasn’t him anymore.
You moved yourself away, unsure if you should be scared or just pinch yourself in hopes to wake up.
He looked back at you without moving and started repeating the same words again. And slowly, he got back to his usual appearance.
“I can explain.” He started, slowly moving, afraid that he might scare you and you’d run away.
“M-Mason says there are some werewolves in town.” You stated, suddenly realizing that it might not be as stupid and unrealistic as it sounded.
“Yes.” Liam replied, slowly nodding.
“You’re a werewolf.” You affirmed, not knowing how you should react, feeling even more vulnerable without your clothes on, gripping the sheets to cover yourself.
“Yes.” He repeated.
He kept his eyes on you until he noticed his phone and took it in his hand, bringing it to his ear... Was Scott still listening this entire time ?
“He wants to talk to you.” He finally said, handing you his phone.
You carefully took it, making sure to keep a good distance between him and you.
“Are you alright ?” Scott asked you.
“I-I think so.” You replied, your eyes never leaving Liam.
“Listen, don’t freak out, he won’t hurt you...”
“I... I know that.” You mumbled, realizing it at the same time you spoke the words.
You hung up without another word for Scott. The expressions on Liam’s face were breaking your heart, he looked so sad and worried. Clearly, you didn’t react in the nicest way but it took you by surprise... After all, how could you expect to orgasm and open your eyes again to find your boyfriend transformed into some sort of horror movie creature.
“I know that.” You affirmed, with more confidence, even if he had no idea what you were talking about as you forced yourself to be brave and get closer to him.
His phone started ringing again, you knew Scott was calling back but you couldn’t care less about it. You took Liam’s hand in yours and smiled.
“I still love you.” You told him, knowing him well enough to understand that it was what was worrying him the most.
It was the truth. And it give you the courage to get even closer and press your lips on his again.
☾ I'm begging you, please, I’m feelin' drained I need love.
You charge me up like electricity, jumpstart my heart with your love. When you hold me in your arms, burns like fire and electricity. When you're close I feel the sparks, takes me higher to infinity. ☽
*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
Author’s note: I checked and the last time I wrote a Threesome was 2 years ago so please bear with me on this one.
Flash forward in time and Brett and Liam are in college. Scott left Beacon Hills to attend university but Liam still has trouble fully controlling himself so he goes to Brett for help.
Like almost every friday night, you made your way to Sinema, one of the most popular clubs in town. You arrived at the same time you always did and you barely needed to show your ID to the security guy guarding the doors anymore.
You went through the curtain that separated the entrance from the club, the strong beat of the music making it seem like the ground was slightly shaking, colorful lights dancing on the walls.
You looked around. It was as crowded as usual, most people were on the dance floor and the rest were waiting around the bar.
“Hey babe.” A familiar voice loudly said behind you, in order for you to hear it above the noise.
You turned around to see Brett, smiling at you and he handed you your favorite drink. You took a sip while he emptied his shot glass in no time, exchanging it with a full one when a waiter walked by him. He didn’t drink it right away, taking your hand in his to lead you through the dancing crowd.
You arrived in front of another plastic jeweled curtain, he pulled it aside for you and you walked in the familiar private lounge. It wasn’t too big, nor too small. It looked cosy with its large black leather sofas and its small square glass table, a candle burning inside a red jar in the middle of it.
You sat down, drinking half of your glass this time. He took place right beside you, and emptied his shot glass once again.
“You look so good tonight.” He told you, moving closer to your ear.
You smiled. He said something like that every time he saw you but you couldn’t deny the positive effect it had on your self-confidence.
“You don’t look bad either.” You replied, your hand caressing his chest through the fabric of his white t-shirt.
He smiled and moved closer to kiss you, softly at first and then more ardently.
The owner of the club allowed you to use the private lounge without paying for it as long as you followed the one and only rule; keep clothes on. It most likely meant that you had to stay completely dressed up, in other words, nothing too exciting could happen in the lounge. But the way Brett and you understood it was that you had to keep some clothes on... Not all of them.
You felt his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him while the other slowly pushed the strap of your black dress down your shoulder. He did the same thing with the other one while still kissing your lips. Once both straps were at your elbows, he stopped to pull the top of your dress down, making sure to uncover your chest in the process, tucking the fabric of your bra under the metallic wire supposed to lift your breasts up.
You felt his wet lips around your nipple, gently kissing it while you nervously glanced at the dance floor. The curtain wasn’t hiding much, you could still see the lights and the silhouettes of the people dancing, so close to where you were sitting... Nobody ever noticed that there was a lounge here, and nobody ever caught you or maybe some people saw you but couldn’t care less, it was Friday night after all and everyone just wanted to have fun. But the thought that maybe, one time, you might get caught, that maybe one Friday you’ll look through the curtain and see someone watching you, was pretty thrilling.
You placed your hand on the back of his neck, looking down on him to see his lips now attacking your other tit. That’s when a shadow behind the curtain caught your attention, it was moving fast and getting closer than anyone usually did.
The curtain opened on a young man you didn’t know but had seen a few times before at your college. You only knew that he was an athlete, just like Brett.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I... Uh, sorry.” He exclaimed, realizing what was going on.
He covered his eyes with his hand when he noticed that you were topless and it made you laugh for some reason. Brett reluctantly stopped what he was doing to look at the guy.
“Can we help you Liam ?” He asked, pretending to not be bothered the least.
“Yeah but no, I-I’ll talk to you later!” He stuttered.
“Sit down with us, tell me what’s the matter.” Brett asked.
Liam peeked through his fingers, making his way to the furthest sofa, seemingly quite embarrassed by the situation. You had never seen him at Sinema before, he probably wasn’t the type of guy who liked to have fun on weekends, at least he didn’t look like it.
He uncovered his eyes only to hide them again a second later, realizing that your chest still wasn’t covered by anything. You laughed again. It wasn’t bothering you to be topless in front of someone, especially not if it was one of Brett’s friends.
“So what is it about ?” Brett asked him, his hands slowly making their way up your thighs.
“It’s about... The thing.” He replied, moving his hand but keeping his eyes fixed on the wall.
“More specifically ?” Brett continued, as you leaned closer to leave a few wet kisses on his neck.
“You know, I was with a girl and... And the thing happened.”
His voice sounded as embarrassed as he seemed to be.
“Oh! That!” Brett laughed but you didn’t understand what they were talking about, you just understood that maybe he was the type to have some fun after all.
“Hey! You are supposed to help me now that Scott is away at university!” Liam replied, his embarrassment temporary leaving its place to anger.
“I’m sorry, it just happens sometimes. No big deal.”
His hands finally reached your panties and he just as slowly pulled them down your thighs.
“It’s not just sometimes, it’s every time!”
Liam was upset enough to look at you both now.
“Why’s that ?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m here and asking you!”
Brett stopped moving, suddenly seeming in intense reflexion.
“Do you want to try with (Y/N) ?” He finally said, and you looked at him without understanding.
Liam stuttered some words you didn’t get as Brett looked back at you.
“Do you mind if he joins us ?” He asked you.
You looked at Liam, he was back to his embarrassed expression.
“I would be delighted, he’s so cute.” You replied, with a smile for Liam.
He still didn’t seem totally convinced. You weren’t going to force him if he didn’t want to, you usually had more than enough with just Brett. You kissed his jaw, your hands on his chest while you got back to kissing his neck... Making sure to glance at Liam while doing so from time to times.
“Do you do that often ? With other people I mean.” He asked.
“Oh yeah, but it’s pretty rare that Brett agrees to let another guy join us, usually it’s only my girl friends.” You casually replied.
“I don’t particularly like to share, whether it’s sharing her with another guy or sharing a guy with her...” Brett explained and you gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek.
“A-alright.” Liam stuttered once more.
He got up and came closer, letting you know that he had accepted Brett’s offer to “try” with you, whatever it meant.
“Maybe you should take care of him, he needs to relax a little.” Brett suggested to you and you nodded, agreeing.
“Come over here.” You told him, as softly and nicely as you could, the poor guy seemed pretty lost.
You made him move to the side of the couch and as you moved to get closer to him you felt Brett pulling your panties down to your ankles. You unzipped Liam’s pants, pulling his growing erection out of his trunks. He was already half hard... He might have been embarrassed to walk in on Brett and you but it definitely had had an effect on him.
You took his tip in your mouth, gently sucking before moving closer to get it further down your throat. You slowly let it back out, stroking it back and forth with your hands and then, took it back in and repeated these same steps. You looked up and you could tell he was enjoying what you were doing to him. The music was too loud for you to hear it clearly at that distance but you were pretty sure he was moaning every once in a while.
You felt Brett’s hands on your thighs, reminding you that he was behind you. He made you move, guiding you while you kept your focus on what you were doing to Liam. You only paused to look down when you felt him taking place between your legs, lying down on the couch under you. His hands on your hips, he made you lower yourself down until you were more or less sitting on his face. That’s what he usually did with your girl friends when you brought them along.
You felt his mouth playing with your clit and you had to concentrate harder on Liam’s length down your throat, you wanted to make sure that he was going to feel good with you...
It didn’t seem to take much time until you felt that he was getting close to his release.
“Would you like to cum on my chest ?” You softly asked him.
He nodded without hesitation and you made sure to pull your dress further down before vigorously pumping his dick. He shot his load on your skin, more than you had ever gotten out of Brett and he moaned so loudly that you heard him above the music.
Brett moved you down on him to sit back up between Liam and you.
“See, it went fine.” He encouragingly told his friend.
You saw Liam shyly smile. Brett moved your face closer to his, eagerly kissing you before he leaned to lick the cum on your chest. With a hand gesture, you invited Liam to sit down next to you and he did so immediately, his pants still open and his dick still out.
Brett was good, he knew all the ways to drive you crazy after all the Friday nights you had spent together in this lounge, but Liam was new and you couldn’t resist but turn to him again as soon as Brett had finished cleaning you up. Your partner didn’t seem upset about it, he even helped you to take your panties completely off, handing them to Liam for some reason. He didn’t know what to do with them so he quickly shoved them in his pocket as you pressed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down on the couch.
You straddled him and before he even realized it, you were sitting on top of him, his hard dick completely inside you, fitting perfectly. You rocked your hips, slowly, seeing him gasp for air a few times. Then, you leaned down, your face closer to his but weirdly, you didn’t feel like you knew him enough to go as far as kissing him.
Finally you felt Brett behind you, rubbing his own erection between your wet folds a few times before placing it where you were waiting to feel it. You breathed deeply when he gently started entering your ass and even Liam participated by putting his hands on your ass to help clear the way for his friend.
He went in as deep as you could physically allow him too without it hurting. He left it up to you to choose your pace, now rocking your body with both of them inside you. It made you feel so full, it was almost as if your brain couldn’t keep up with the sensations both of them gave you.
It was your turn to gasp for air. Slowly, Brett got back in command, thrusting back and forth in you while Liam still left it up to you to chose the rhythm. You allowed yourself to moan as loudly as you wanted to, knowing that the guys might hear you but the music was too loud for anyone else to notice what was happening in the lounge.
You moved faster, knowing you were going to orgasm like never before because of them and you couldn’t wait to reach it. You looked at Liam, guessing he was close as well. He looked back at you and you saw a strange yellow light in his eyes but before you could even really think about it, Brett put his hand on your eyes, blinding you.
He pulled your back against his chest, you felt his warm irregular breaths on your neck.
“I’m sure it’s even better like that.” He said in your ear, and you couldn’t say that he was wrong.
Each movement was more unexpected in the dark, and your body was only feeling them more intensely.
You felt your muscles tightening around both of them and suddenly, you were filled with their warm cum, finally reaching your big orgasm. Your body started moving slower but stayed in motion. You held yourself to the couch, feeling Brett’s arm around your waist while he kept you in the dark.
“L-Liam...” Brett said out of breath and you were a bit disappointed that it was the first name that he spoke after reaching his climax.
You felt Liam’s hands gripping your ass with much more strength as he started thrusting himself inside you again, more abruptly.
“Liam... Three things that cannot be long hidden.” Brett asked, with authority.
“The sun, the moon...” Liam started, thrusting even faster.
You felt Brett pulling himself out of you and you started to worry about what was going on. You put your hands on Brett’s arm, trying to remove it from your eyes.
“The truth...”
You felt something sharp digging in your skin and you first reaction was to cry out Brett’s name.
“Liam!” He exclaimed, in a very low tone.
But nothing happened and he keep hurting you until Brett pulled you back, away from him. He had to move his hand in the process and just as you were able to see again, you saw a sort of creature with glowing yellow eyes growling at you, unhappy that someone had stolen you from him.
Just as you thought you were going to die, Brett left out a louder and lower growl than him that made the glasses on the table tremble. The music stopped and Liam transformed back to what he usually looked like, seeming confused.
“I’m... I’m sorry!” He told you, before running away.
You were held tightly in Brett’s arms, not sure if it was a good thing or not anymore. You turned your head to look at him and you saw impressive fangs in his mouth, the same yellow eyes than Liam had.
“Oh, what the hell. ” You mumbled, not sure if it was real life or just a dream anymore.
He pulled your dress back up, forcing you to move to close his pants, knowing that the whole club, hell, probably the whole town had heard his growl and was going to question what it was and where it came from.
He led you out by the back door and gave you no explanation before leaving you in the middle of the parking lot. Maybe you were more drunk that what you thought... You shouldn't even drive home if it was as bad as giving you some hallucinations.
You ended up calling one of your friends to pick you up. You didn’t hear from Brett for days and the next time you saw Liam was on Wednesday, at college.
He made his way to you and you weren’t sure if you should run away or try to look absolutely not afraid. You thought it would be weird to run away while there were so many people in the hall with you so you just stood there and waited for him to come to you.
“I’m sorry for the other night... I really didn’t want to hurt you or anything.” He told you, looking sincerely sorry.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You replied, more in hopes that he’d leave you alone than really thinking it.
“I... I left with this.” He said, slightly embarrassed when he pulled your panties out of his pocket.
You quickly took them, hoping that no one had seen what it was. You barely thanked him and walked away, pretending that you were already late for class. After what had happened, all you wanted was to go back to lazy, boring Friday nights... At least for a while.
Lucky Charm (Game Night Part 3) - Brett Talbot (Smut)
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*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
(Part 1) - (Part 2)
Author’s note : Can you, lovely people, let me know if you like when I write some parts to one story (like I do with that one) or if you prefer when I write only one smut that doesn’t need to be continued ? Thx :)
Note: Underaged characters on the show are aged up to 18 in my stories.
You rushed to the door as soon as the doorbell rang, opening it for Malia. She stepped inside your home, immediately starting to sniff the air.
“You smell like a lot of trouble.” She stated, looking at you with a very serious expression.
“That’s because I’m wearing his jersey.” You replied, partly unzipping your jacket to show her the green shirt. “And what if we stopped calling him “trouble” and started calling him Brett ?”
“Trouble fits him better.” She said, after a moment of reflexion.
You laughed, grabbing your bag and leaving your place, closely followed by her. You got your keys out to lock the door and as soon as you turned around, Malia tried to take them from you.
“Hey! I know that you need practice but I told you, not with me and not with my car.” You told her, moving your hand quickly enough for her to miss it.
“But I progressed so much since last time!” She exclaimed.
You smiled at her but it wasn’t reassuring you much. It was technically impossible to do worst than last time so of course, she could only improve from now on... But you were too anxious about finding yourself stuck in the middle of a field under pouring rain to let her drive your car again.
You weren’t sure of what happened the last time. She was doing well and suddenly it was like she was completely absent, she entered a field without even noticing it, she kept driving until you screamed loud enough to make her slam the brakes, the wheels got stuck in the mud and she stayed absently staring through the window while you tried to push your car, but you weren't strong enough and you could have used the strength of a coyote to help you. But she was totally gone and it took a while until her father came for help.
“Stiles and Lydia are better teachers than me, that’s why you improved so much, don’t ruin it all by driving with me again.” You said, hoping it would be enough to convince her, while she followed you to your car.
“Yeah, you’re right, you’re not really good.”
“I know.” You answered, laughing at how honest she always was.
She took the passenger seat and you drove in direction of the school. She didn’t talk much, too busy changing the music until she found something that pleased her, only to go through all the channels again once the song was over.
You parked your car at the school and walked with the crowd of supporters to the bleachers. Tonight was game night.
“Are you betraying us since you are wearing that jersey ? Cause it looks like a treason.” Malia spoke, while you were taking your place on the second row of bleachers.
“No, of course not!”
“Stiles says that you are sleeping with the enemy.”
“Well remind Stiles that it only happened once!” You told her, crossing your arms. “Okay, it happened twice but only twice!”
“He’s not going to be happy with what you are wearing.” She stated and you knew it was true.
Scott never seemed to care much but Stiles definitely held some grudges against Brett since their first game against Devenford.
“He doesn’t need to know. He’ll be too focused on the game to notice.” You said, hopeful.
“Good thing he can’t smell you like I do.”
You were going to answer something but the players entered the field, catching your attention. Stiles’s father sat next to Malia, greeting you with a smile. You saw Scott, talking with Liam. He probably was telling him to keep his calm no matter how his previous school was going to play... Stiles entered the field and Malia got up, screaming to encourage him. She definitely wasn’t the kind of girl to go unnoticed in a crowd.
You zipped your jacket higher, suddenly regretting your choice of clothing. If Stiles saw you, you were going to argue yet again and if Brett saw you... Was he going to think that you like him ? Or worst, was he going to think that you think that you are his girlfriend now ? What if he wanted to talk to you about it ? That would be embarrassing...
You hesitated to leave, but when you finally got up to do so, that’s when the Devenford team entered the field. Brett immediately seemed to find you in the crowd and he walked to the bleachers, asking you to come to him with a nod.
That’s it, you were feeling embarrassed.
You walked to the side of the bleachers, stopping in front of him, slightly taller than him from standing on the second row.
“You’re here.” He smiled, the sound of his voice provoking flashbacks in your mind from the last game he had played here.
“I’m always here to support BHHS.” You replied, playfully.
“What a dedicated supporter you are...”
“I know right!” You smiled.
You heard a whistle, indicating that it was time for him to go and get ready to start the game.
“Kiss me good luck ?” He asked, with that damn half smirk.
You were the first surprised when you leaned in to press your lips against his. He kissed you back, hands on your lower back and just as yours travelled to his neck, igniting your burning desire for him, you heard the voice of his coach.
“Talbot!” He thundered.
You were forced to take a step back in order to break the kiss, Brett smiled at you with satisfaction and ran to his coach, leaving you even more embarrassed now that you realized how you had let yourself go in front of pretty much everyone from your school. And his school. And your town.
You took back your place beside Malia, trying to be as transparent as possible now that the game was starting and you were sitting with a bunch of BHHS supporters that just saw you kissing “the enemy”.
“Treason.” Malia whispered in your ear but she playfully smiled when you looked back at her.
The game was nothing like the last time the two teams had played against each other. Nobody got injured and Devenford was quite fair with Beacon Hills. Brett was not as brutal as he was the first time and Stiles seemed quite confused by that change in his attitude.
Even if Devenford had took it down a notch, they were still winning, Brett didn’t need to be rough to be a good player, he was almost as talented as Liam. But Liam was also confused and had trouble trusting his previous team’s new behavior, which might explain why he seemed so completely lost out there.
Devenford won, Beacon Hills lost. Again.
You made sure to show everyone how disappointed you were., imitating Malia a little. She might not be that serious when she calls you a traitor but the idea was stuck inside your head now and the last thing you wanted was for your whole school to think the same...
Malia joined Stiles on the field as the bleachers slowly got empty. You stayed at your place, trying to hide the smile that appeared on your face when you saw Brett making his way to you and sitting at Malia’s place.
He didn’t say anything, looking at the players exiting the field.
“You played particularly fairly tonight.” You remarked, looking at him while he kept staring at the people leaving.
“I thought that I wouldn’t have to make that many efforts to win after how easily we did it last time ...” He smirked. “Turns out I was right.”
You didn’t answer anything, a bit disappointed to not have any inspiration to throw a witty remark at him.
“Do you want to go to the after party with me ?” He asked, finally looking at you.
Once again, a series of flashbacks from the first time he had talked to you overwhelmed you for a moment.
“Well, usually I’d say no...” You started, amused.
“But I behaved.” He reminded you, as if it was part of a deal you never made with him.
“You did.” You confirmed.
You didn’t add anything, too happy that he was staring at you, waiting for an answer.
“So...?”
“So, I guess I can do the effort this time.”
He offered you a very pleased smile and got up.
“I’m going to shower and change.” He informed you, leaving you almost alone on the bleachers.
You stayed sitting for a moment, checking pretty much every app you had on your phone before deciding to go back to the school and wait for him in front of the locker room.
You met a few players on the way and some more got out while you were waiting in front of the door, at some point you were pretty sure that the whole two teams had left and yet, you were still waiting on Brett. How much time did he possibly need to shower and change ? Aren’t guys always complaining about how long it takes for girls to do it while they are oh so rapid ? Or maybe he had just left without you... Maybe you weren’t that interesting to him when you didn’t make him play hard to get.
You waited and waited some more until you decided that you weren’t going to stay standing here like an idiot all night long. You opened the door and stepped inside, intensely hoping that you wouldn’t stumble upon a naked guy.
You saw a Beacon Hills player, finishing to get dressed while another one passed in front of you as if it was totally normal for a girl to be here. You saw Brett, shirtless, in front of his locker.
“Already missing me ?” He asked you, his wet hair forming some soft curls on his forehead.
You heard the sound of the door, feeling some fresh air entering the room before fading into the heavy humidity caused by the hot water still running in the showers. Nothing had as much power on you as that tall blonde guy’s muscular chest... It was your greatest weakness for some reason. Just looking at it sent you all the way back to that night he made your body tremble with pleasure in your chemistry class room, it was as if your body suddenly remembered every touch, every sensation... like it was happening all over again.
“You are making me wait for too long, Talbot.” You whispered, knowing that he could perfectly hear you.
You looked around, making sure that none of his teammates were around before you unzipped your jacket and threw it at his face. He caught it in his hand with his perfect werewolf reflexes and left it on the bench separating the two of you.
You kept your eyes fixed on him, smiled and pulled down your pants, his jersey barely covering your panties.
“I love when you do that...” He admitted, with a strangely proud smile.
And you loved when he looked at you like that...
You pulled your panties down, slowly, making sure to tease him with a naughty smile. As soon as you threw your underwear to him, you saw him quickly stride over the bench, reaching you and lifting you up, his hands on the back of your thighs.
You held yourself to his shoulders and closed your legs around his waist, wondering if he could feel on his skin just how wet you already were...
He moved and you felt cold metallic lockers against your back, almost hurting you from how brutally he had pressed you against it. You looked at his face, his eyes were glowing yellow and a smirk revealed his fangs. You felt an adrenaline rush going through your body, unsure of what was going to happen next but knowing that it was going to be good...
You let your hands travel his chest as he pressed some soft kisses behind your ear and down your neck. He reached your lips, kissing them more softly than usual.
You heard the door once more, reminding you that you might not be alone. You looked at him, wondering if someone had left or if anyone came in... He looked away, listening with concentration for a minute.
“You won’t need that anymore.” He finally said, pulling the green shirt above your head.
He threw it behind him without even looking and his lips got back on your neck. Increasing the pressure of his body against yours to keep you up, he pushed down the straps of your bra with one hand. You felt it suddenly unclip in your back and you found yourself naked, still conscious that someone might come in at any moment. It wasn’t a small abandoned supply closet, it was a locker room after a game. You knew that the odds of getting caught by someone were high but you weren’t sure whether you hated the idea... Or liked it.
“Let’s go in the showers.” You spoke, realizing that it probably was the best hiding place.
If a player had forgotten something, they wouldn’t have to enter the shower to find it. Hopefully.
He seemed surprised by the request but he was quick to respond to it, carrying you through the few rows of lockers until you reached the large open showers. It was still humid, water kept dripping from a shower head beside you and you could hear the noise of the pipes behind the wall against which Brett pressed your back.
“You won’t need that anymore.” You playfully said, on the same tone as he did, pointing out his pants.
“Good.” He replied, in a breath that sent a shiver through your body.
He allowed your feet to touch the ground again and took a step back to unzip his pants. You nervously looked around, making sure once again that nobody was watching you... But his now naked body approaching you caught your eyes and suddenly, it was like nothing else mattered.
You took the last step separating your bodies and put your hands on both sides of his face, driving him closer, hoping that his lips would meet yours faster this way.
That kiss was the most passionate you had ever shared with him so far, the kind that would have sent your mind right into oblivion if you weren’t craving him so strongly.
You caught his lower lip between your teeth and gently bit down on it. After all, why would he be the only one getting to do it ? You heard him growl. Softly. So you did it again, while your hands travelled down from his chest to his stomach, before grabbing his proudly standing length, slowly rubbing it. His lips parted from yours and he breathed loudly.
You took the opportunity to switch places with him, making him press his back against the humid shower wall while you stood in front of him, still massaging his cock, feeling it harden even more under your fingers with every move.
He left out another breath, closing his eyes and slightly throwing his head back the faster your started moving your hands. You stood closer to him, almost standing on your tiptoes to reach his neck with your lips and plant a gentle kiss there... Before biting again, hoping you’d leave a mark on him like he always did on you but as soon as you stepped back, the mark disappeared. You didn’t know if it was because he was healing fast or if it was because you were too careful to not hurt him.
For a moment you thought of how much harder it must be for him to do it to you... You were a fragile human being and he had at least ten times your strength. He really needed to pay attention to you and force himself to be as gentle as possible when he did it, otherwise he could easily rip your throat off.
You bit him just once more before having to definitely step back and focus on what you were doing, pumping his cock as hard and fast as you possibly could. He gasped and opened his eyes, they were glowing yellow once again. It seemed to ask for all of his will power when he stopped you, exchanging places with you once again.
He lifted you up and entered you with his entire length at once, making you both breathe loudly. He moved his hips away from you before pressing them against you again, slowly at first but quickly increasing his pace. You held yourself to his shoulders, not missing the opportunity to dig your nails in his skin every time he pushed himself deep inside you.
He let go of one hand, pressing it on the wall behind you and next thing you knew, some almost cold water started falling on you both. His hand returned to you but instead of feeling it under your thigh again, you felt it pressing between your legs, just where you needed it.
The pressure he was applying on you added to his fast thrusts, you started having trouble to catch your breath. The pleasure it was creating almost made your body tremble and you had to give up on scratching his back to put your hands on his arm, trying to add up to the pressure against your clit. You silently moaned, cold water entering your mouth when you threw your head back.
The shower was noisy and it created a light mist around you but you were pretty sure that someone had entered the locker room... Not that you cared. You didn’t care about anything at the moment.
Your silent moan left its place to a loud one, you felt your body contracting as you reached your climax but as per usual, it wasn’t enough to stop Brett and he kept going, making it last longer for you.
His thrusts became more violent and even though you didn’t have the strength to push his hand against you anymore, he was still applying a pleasing pressure on your clit. Your legs started trembling, unable to take it much longer, but never would you have tried to stop him...
You cried out, holding yourself to him as tightly as you could until finally, he pulled out of you to release himself, the white substance immediately washed off by the water.
He let you touch the tile floor again, pulling you against him and leaving a few kisses on your neck as the shower slowly stopped. You softly kissed his lips, your hands on his lower back. He held you in his arms, looking down on you with a smile.
“What ?” You asked, amused by his expression.
“You are going to have to come to all of our games now.” He replied.
“Why ? Just to do that with you in the showers afterwards?” You laughed.
“No... Well, yeah but not only.” He smirked. “I’m pretty sure you are my lucky charm. I kept thinking of you in my jersey and that kiss you gave me... It’s a miracle that I even was able to think straight and throw that ball into the goals, I just wanted to get back to you.”
You couldn’t believe how sweetly he had just said that, and the way he was looking at you spoke even louder than his words. You opened your mouth to answer something but that’s when you heard a forced coughing behind Brett, freezing the blood in your veins.
“Do you two not know that my office is literally right here ?” Coach Finstock’s voice said, and you could tell that he really wasn’t happy.
Brett completely turned around, not the least bothered to show himself naked while you made sure to stay carefully hidden behind him.
“Detention for both of... Wait... Do you even go here ?” The coach asked.
The fading steam around you answered his question faster.
“Be sure that I’m going to tell your coach about it, Talbot!” He threatened. “What about her ? Is she from Beacon Hills ?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know her.” Brett replied, with a shrug, so convincingly that it almost upset you.
“Okay... get out of here.” Finstock finally gave up, with an exceeded tone.
You waited a minute to make sure that the path was clear before you left the shower, quickly gathering your clothes and getting dressed, hoping you really weren’t going to get caught. Brett did the same, clearly much faster to get dressed than before. He put his arm around your shoulders and you walked out of the locker room, a bit embarrassed but also very satisfied.
☾ Stay with me a little longer, shadows creep and want grows stronger... Deeper than the truth ☽
*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
( Part 2 ) - ( Part 3 ) - ( Part 4 )
Author’s note: I wrote what I could with what I know of Theo’s personality (as far as in ep. 5x08 Ouroboros). Sorry if as the season keeps going it ends up being completely off character... Just trying to satisfy the Theo craving! :)
I apologize if it’s really bad, allow me to blame it on my headache and on that guy I know, who inspired me a good half of that story.
“I don’t trust him.” Stiles bitterly said, his eyes fixed on Theo.
You were sitting next to him in the cafeteria, watching Theo talking with Scott and Malia near the doors. It seemed like you were the only one sharing Stiles’s doubts about him, you knew that something wasn’t quite right with this guy, even if you couldn’t tell what it was.
You silently agreed, keeping your eyes on them as Stiles started impatiently peeling an orange with his fingers. Theo was standing close to Malia and she didn’t seem bothered by it. You even caught her absently staring at his arms but luckily, Stiles didn’t notice the dreamy expression on her face...
You could understand her... There was something about Theo that was fascinating, but just as what was wrong with him, you couldn’t exactly tell what it was.
Stiles keeps saying that he is only faking being friendly because he wants to be a part of Scott’s pack and, even if you thought that he was right, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that he wasn’t particularly nice to you, you wouldn’t mind if he treated you the way he sometimes treated Malia... But it probably wasn’t of any use for him to make some human friends, whatever his evil plan was.
“We really lack informations about him, we should know our enemy better than that.” You said looking at Stiles, only to see him putting his orange in pieces as he angrily looked at Malia touching Theo’s arm.
“I searched through everything, I asked everyone... This guy is a mystery.” He replied.
“I know. And I don’t like that.” You stated.
“Me neither.”
All three of them walked to your table and sat down for lunch. Theo noticed the mess that Stiles had made with his orange and he looked at you with a questioning look but as soon as his eyes met yours, you looked down. More than once, you had found yourself completely hypnotized by the way he seemed to be staring right into your soul.
You stayed in the library with Stiles for a few hours after class, not only were you trying to manage the “Theo problem” but you couldn’t allow yourself to forget about the dread doctors either... It was psychologically exhausting. And terrifying.
You left Stiles alone when you started feeling too tired to think properly. The school parking was almost empty. You walked in front of the blue jeep and reached your car, sitting in it for a moment, still thinking about everything you had just read.
That’s when something moved and caught your attention. You saw a silhouette leaving school and walking to the parking lot. At first, you thought it was Stiles but he passed right in front of the jeep and kept walking. You made yourself even smaller in your seat as you recognized Theo, walking right in front of your car without noticing that you were in it... Was he in the school this whole time too ? Was he spying on Stiles and you ?
You watched him enter his car and you hesitated for a minute but when you saw him drive away, you realized you had a great opportunity to find out more about him, even if it just was where he lived, you and Stiles had so little informations, anything would do.
You followed him, leaving as much distance as you could between your car and his. You weren’t even surprised when you saw him turn in direction of the woods, officially exiting Beacon Hills.
You took the turn as well and kept following him. After a few more minutes, his car was nowhere to be seen ahead of you. You couldn’t see its lights in the night anymore and you wondered how it could have possibly disappeared like that... That’s when you saw a car, stopped on the side of the road.
It was his but he wasn’t inside. You kept driving a few more meters before stopping your car on the same side of the road. You looked into the dark forest and felt a chill. What if he knew that you were following him and had lured you here ? What if it was a trap ? After all, the town was miles away, nobody would find you and nobody would hear you in the middle of the woods...
But you needed to know more, you needed to know what he was up to and at least, if anything happened to you, Stiles would know that it was Theo and everyone will be sure that he cannot be trusted. You were ready to take the risk for your friends.
You got out of your car and walked to his, using your phone as a flashlight. The doors were locked and no one was around so you decided to get deeper in the forest, with a little luck, maybe you’d find him sacrificing a virgin on the Nemeton or plotting an evil masterplan with Peter Hale...
You kept walking and the further you got, the least hope you had. There wasn’t a noise apart from the tree leaves being shaken by a soft wind and the sound of your own footsteps. You reached a bridge above a small river and stood there for a moment. You were only realizing now that finding Theo in such a large forest and by night was quite an unrealistic task.
You sighed and turned around, deciding to go back to your car. You only were able to walk a few meters when the light of your phone suddenly turned itself off. You were out of battery from leaving it on for so long.
“Great...” You whispered, immediately feeling more disoriented in the dark.
Now that the light was out, it seemed like the trees were taller and the night had never appeared that dark before. You started paying attention to the smallest noises, every branch cracking under your feet making your heart jump inside your chest.
“What are you doing here ?” A familiar voice asked behind you and you almost fell down from how much it had scared you.
You turned around to see Theo. You were worried of what he was going to do to you, it seemed pretty obvious that you had followed him here, because what were the chances that both of you were innocently walking in the woods in the middle of the night ?
“N-Nothing suspicious or evil, and you are probably not doing anything like that either...” You replied, awkwardly, taking a step back from him even though he seemed surprisingly friendly.
He smiled but didn’t say a word.
“Alright, have a nice evening, see you at school.” You said, turning around and walking away as quickly as you could without seeming too frightened.
“(Y/N) ! Wait...” Theo called and you froze, not daring to face him. “Where did you leave your car ? I’ll walk with you, it’s not safe to be alone in those woods.”
“Then why are you here alone ?” You asked him, finally looking and seeing him smile at your question.
“Because I’m a werewolf, remember ? I can handle myself.” He replied, almost laughing.
You didn’t answer anything and started walking. He followed you for a while and you did your best to not turn around to look at him, pretty sure that if you did, he’d be able to hear your heart going crazy and the last thing you wanted was for him to know that he had an effect on you... All sorts of effects.
“Come, it’s this way.” He suddenly spoke, reminding you of his presence, so close to you.
He took a few steps on the right and stopped to wait for you. You were sure that you hadn’t turn once since you had left his car, you walked straight from it to the bridge. Theo wanted to lead you away from your original path...
“I-I don’t think so...” You mumbled, looking around.
“It is. I’m a werewolf, remember ?” He repeated once again, but it sounded more like a threat than a simple reminder this time.
You didn’t want to anger him and you couldn’t possibly run away without him easily catching you so you followed him where he wanted to guide you, being the one walking behind this time. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure that you were following, smiling at you from time to times but you definitely weren’t buying the nice werewolf act... After all, nice was different than good.
At some point, he slowed down in order for you to catch up on him and walk by his side. You looked at him, smiling at you once again and you noticed a slight change in the color of his eyes.
You were starting to understand how the little red riding hood must have felt when she met the big bad wolf, all this time you thought that she was stupid for not recognizing him, so badly disguised, but maybe she knew all along who he was and was playing it smart in order to not get eaten alive, just like you were doing at the moment... And you knew very well how the story ended.
Just as you were wondering if you were being that smart, you felt the ground beneath your feet break. You fell down and started coughing from the dirt that your body sent flying all around you when it hit the earth. It was all so dark, you could only see the shadows of the trees in front of the sky, high up above you, small shiny stars appearing and disappearing as the breeze moved their leaves. You felt confused, it took you some time to understand that you were now lying down in a hole, your ankle particularly aching.
“Are you alright ?” Theo asked, his silhouette suddenly appearing at the edge of the hole.
Did he push you ? Did he know the hole was there and led you this way in hopes that you’d fall down ? Was he going to leave you here ?
“Can you stand up ?” He asked, getting his phone out of his pocket and turning on the light.
He had a light this whole time and was only using it now ? Your fall was definitely on purpose then, otherwise he would have used it to light up your path... And now, he was going to leave you here to die.
“(Y/N) ?” He called, seemingly worried that you weren’t answering. “Okay, I’m coming down...”
“No!” You exclaimed, not wanting to find yourself stuck down there with him. “I’m okay.”
You did your best to stand up, holding yourself to a large root now that you could see what was around you. Your ankle was really hurting you so you tried to put most of your weight on the other and you looked back up to Theo, blinded by the light of his phone.
He immediately turned it off when he saw you cover your eyes and he bent down to offer you both of his hands. So he was going to help you out after all... Or maybe he only wanted to push you back in and make sure that your death looked like an accident.
You stood on your tiptoes in order to catch his hands. He pulled you up and you help yourself with your legs until you found yourself out of the hole and into his arms.
It felt weird touching him suddenly, it was like you had forgotten how to breathe and you didn’t dare to move anymore. It wasn’t because you were scared, it was quite the opposite actually, you were suddenly feeling safe and you didn’t want to move away and be reminded of all the doubts you had about him.
He stepped back, pulling you further away from the edge and even closer against him. You lightly pressed your cheek on his chest but it was enough for you to hear how fast his heart was beating. Faster than yours.
He gently let go of you and you tried to take a step back from him but the pain it provoked in your ankle made you wince.
“You’re hurt.” He remarked, looking at you with an expression full of worry that you had never seen on him, and especially not directed towards you.
“It’s just a sprain.” You replied, stubbornly trying to walk.
You wanted to move away from that hole in order to suppress the idea that he might throw you back in it.
“We probably stepped into a hunting spot or something, the hole must be a trap, we should go back on our steps.” He said.
You were in too much pain to tell him that he should have listened to you. You took a few more steps, jumping on one foot but Theo didn’t move. Maybe he was going to lose interest now that his prey was injured...
You felt something on your back and before you could process it, he had lifted you up and was holding you in his arms. You held yourself to his neck, he looked at you and your heart raced in a different way than it usually does when you are afraid. And you knew he had noticed it too from the way he smirked at you.
He carried you through the forest, back on the path that you wanted to take in the first place. You kept wondering when he was going to drop you or at least do something to get rid of you but nothing happened. He got you out of the forest, right beside your car.
“Thank you.” You muttered, truly surprised that he was going to let you go as easily as this after you had followed him here.
He let you put your feet back on the ground but kept a hand on your lower back to make sure you wouldn’t lose your balance. You nervously searched for your keys and when you found them, he took them away from you.
“I’ll drive you home, you are too hurt to do it yourself.” He stated, unlocking your car doors.
“Oh no, I’m fine, I can do it... Plus you shouldn’t abandon your car here.” You said, but you realized that he wasn't giving you the choice when he opened the back door for you.
“I’ll get my car later, it’s not a problem.”
He helped you get in the car, closed the door on you and sat behind the wheel. You kept your eyes on him, trying to understand what his intentions were but he was more than ever a mystery to you.
“Should we go to the hospital ? Or to the vet clinic ?” He asked you, looking at you in the mirror.
“No, I’m alright, home is fine.” You answered before regretting it because it meant showing him where you lived.
You considered leading him to the wrong place but you knew it wouldn’t work, after everything he did for you tonight, you were expecting him to at least carry you to the door and there, he would eventually find out that you don’t have the keys and someone in the neighborhood would probably call the cops on you.
Following your indications, he drove back to your place, parking the car at its usual place before helping you out of the car. He locked it but didn’t give you your keys back. This time, you weren’t too surprised when he lifted you up in his arms again. He got to the door and used the key you showed him to open it. You started wondering if he was actually going to leave you when he stepped in, definitely not planning on letting your feet touch the ground again. Not that you wanted him to leave... There was something almost reassuring in his presence near you. His behavior was as conflicting as the rest of his personality.
He turned on the light and climbed the stairs. Once again you held yourself with your arms around his neck, staring at his face probably with the same dreamy expression that every girl had when looking at him.
He looked back at you and it’s only when a light laughter escaped his lips that you realized that he was standing in the corridor, waiting for you to tell him where to go next.
“My... My bedroom is over there.” You said, hesitant, pointing at a door while wondering if he was going to bring you there or leave you here.
He didn’t say a word, but he carried you into your room and to your bed, sitting you down on it.
“Thank you.” You told him, once again, sincerely thankful that he had helped you like he did.
“Let me take a look...” He said, sitting at your feet and taking your shoe off to look at your ankle.
You winced a little as he touched it but a few seconds later you felt as if the pain was completely leaving you. Werewolves had the power to do that... And if Theo was taking your pain away, it meant that he cared, right ? He couldn’t be the big bad wolf you thought he was after that...
“Theo ?” You asked, softly, and he looked up at you, waiting for your question. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I don’t want you to suffer.” He replied, as if it was the most logical answer to the most illogical question.
He got back up, staring at you with a suddenly serious expression.
“Better ?”
You stood up, catching the hand he was offering you without really thinking about it. You put your weight on your hurt ankle and didn’t feel the slightest pain.
“Much better!” You answered, happily smiling at him.
He smiled back and you felt like a wave of electricity was going through your entire body as he tenderly touched your cheek, his hypnotizing gaze fixed to yours.
You saw his face, slowly approaching, as if he was leaving you some time in case you wanted to push him away... But you didn’t. When you felt his lips pressing on yours, the electricity seemed to intensify and you were pretty sure that you would have been trembling from the sudden adrenaline rush if he wasn’t holding you so tightly, now that he knew he was allowed to do that.
He stopped kissing you a second, in order to let you catch your breath. You unzipped his jacket, slowly pulling it down his arms as he started kissing you again. You sat down on the edge of your bed, leading him down with you. He interrupted the kiss again to take his shirt off as you moved to leave him a place beside you.
As soon as he sat next to you, you resumed the kiss, feeling yourself burning on the inside the more your hands roamed his bare chest. His muscles were hard but his skin was soft and so warm under your fingers.
He pulled your shirt over your head and you felt his hand moving down your now naked back, reaching your pants and slipping into them, pressing on your ass to guide you onto his lap. You straddled him, satisfied by the illusion of suddenly being taller than he was.
You wanted to kiss him again but he opened his mouth to speak.
“I know that you think that I’m up to no good, but I wouldn’t hurt you. It’s quite the opposite... I’ll do anything to protect you.” He said, looking at you in such a way that you couldn’t have any doubts that it was the truth.
“But you are up to no good, aren’t you ?” You asked him, feeling your heart lightly twinge in front of his silent answer.
He took his hands off of you, as if everything was suddenly over. You looked into his eyes, knowing that he had just told you something true, maybe for the very first time. You decided to believe him, you decided that he was good if only for this time, you wanted to believe that he was and that actions did speak louder than words...
You got off of him, standing up to look into your nightstand and when you sat next to him, he seemed surprised to see a condom in your hand.
“Do you want to...? ” You asked him, feeling too embarrassed to finish your sentence.
“I do.” He replied, with a smirk, leaning towards you to kiss your lips once again.
Things seemed to be moving faster, or maybe it was just because you were getting impatient. You did your best to keep your lips connected to his while unbuttoning his pants but he didn’t let you finish your task, pushing you down on the bed and pulling your pants down in a quick gesture, before holding himself above you, his chest looking even more impressive when it was all yours to touch.
He left some wet kisses on your neck while you reached for his pants once again, finally able to unzip them and using your legs to push them down to his ankles as he kept you firmly pinned down on your bed with the strength of his body.
You decided to try to push him away, just to see if he’d let you... You weren’t really expecting him to move so easily when you pressed on his chest. You immediately wanted him back above you but he moved to the side without even really thinking and fell down from the bed, somehow managing to pull you down with him.
“Are you okay ?” He asked, as he find himself lying on your bedroom floor, his pants still down to his ankles and you, in your underwear, on top of him.
“Yes, I’m not the one who hit the floor.” You laughed. “Are you okay ?”
For a minute, he seemed surprised that you asked him but his now almost familiar smirk quickly appeared on his lips.
“Of course, I’m a werewolf...”
“I remember.” You interrupted him, before he was able to finish his sentence.
You moved to sit, straddling his waist. You felt his hands on each side of you, caressing your skin until they reached the elastic of your panties but you caught his wrists and moved his arms away from you, holding them against the floor.
You felt more confident and more in control of the events by having him lying under you. You decided to tease him by not letting him touch you as you moved down until you felt his hard member between your legs, separated from you by the fabric of both of your underwear.
You moved up and down, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure on him to not leave him indifferent. If at first he didn’t let anything show, as soon as you pressed yourself a little more against him, he opened his mouth, a loud breath escaping his lips.
He moved his hands, wanting to touch you but you moved them away again, reminding him that you wanted them against the floor. You knew that if he wanted to, he was strong enough to resist your grip and he was strong enough to flip you over and make sure he was the one in control of what was happening but he didn’t even try, letting you put his hands wherever you wanted them and do your thing. You couldn’t help but feel turned on by it, it was like you had tamed the big bad wolf. All by yourself.
He moaned from your moves on top of him, you felt his body contracting under you with a growl. That’s when you decided to finally move and pull his briefs down, freeing his length. You felt another confidence boost when you realized how hard he was, just because of you.
You grabbed the condom you had left on your bed and rolled it on his length. You pulled your panties aside, deciding to stay in your lingerie. You didn’t want him to see all of you if he didn’t tell you all of him first... You guided him inside you, and it felt like you were fitting each other perfectly.
You rocked yourself slowly, doing all the work to make him move back and forth inside you. You sighed a few times and he did the same. You liked the way his eyes were fixed on you, it was as if he had never seen anything as nice as you riding him.
He lifted his hands up once again but instead of pinning them back down to the floor, you let him hold yours, fingers intertwining as you closed your eyes, trying to stay focused on increasing your pace while waves of pleasure kept shaking you up. You felt his muscles tensing up once again and you heard another growl, it wasn’t an aggressive one but it still sounded impressive, reminding you what he really was.
You moaned loudly, finally reaching your climax. It was your turn to tense up, you were pretty sure that you were crushing Theo’s fingers, holding on so strongly to them but he didn’t complain.
You looked at him, feeling drained of all your energy but it wasn’t his case. He sat down, planting a last wet kiss on your lips before gently pulling himself out of you. He lifted you up in his arms once again and put you in bed, covering you with your sheets. You looked at him, getting dressed in front of you with a mysterious expression on his face.
So many things had happened that night, you were feeling exhausted. You fought a moment, trying to keep your eyes open. Theo was all dressed up and he leaned down to leave a light kiss on your forehead, it’s the last thing you felt before falling asleep.
Morning came quickly. Way too quickly.
You woke up with a headache, jumping from the loud ringtone of your phone. You saw it on your nightstand, the charger plugged in. You looked around, almost hoping to see Theo somewhere but he had left, leaving your window open.
You grabbed your phone, rubbing your eyes to see more clearly as it rang again. It was a text from Stiles.
< Don’t tell me that you did what he said you did. >
You looked at the time. You were very late so at this point, you wondered if you shouldn’t just allow yourself to stay in bed for once... You were too tired to answer Stiles’s questions anyway... Whatever he knew about last night’s events.
☾ It's spiraling down, biting words like a wolf howling. Hate is spitting out each others mouths but we're still sleeping like we're lovers. Still with feet touching, still with eyes meeting, still our hands match, still with hearts beating. ☽
*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
Author’s Note : Brett and Liam are currently the most requested (I get around a hundred requests per day about them...) (Theo is quite requested as well but I already explained why I still haven’t written anything about him) But I miss Isaac too much to go this long without writing anything about him... :3
And sorry I’m a day late, I really didn’t realize that yesterday was already Moonday!
It was late at night, the rain kept pouring from the sky, considerably reducing your sight. You stopped running, thinking that you finally had reached a safe hiding place between two buildings. Your clothes were drenched and you shivered, feeling terribly cold.
You pulled the hood of your sweatshirt back on your hair, as if it would make any difference now that you already were soaked to the bone. You reached a metallic fence, and you just pressed your back against the wall of one of the buildings, hoping that no one would find you here.
You took some deep breaths, preparing yourself to run again. You jumped when you heard some loud noises coming from the street and you just pressed yourself even closer to the wall.
Everything became suddenly silent. You could only hear your breathing and your heart racing in your chest. That’s when you saw it; two glowing red eyes already so close to you... You couldn’t tell who it was, it was too dark and raining too much but from the tall and muscular silhouette moving closer to you, you could tell that it wasn’t Scott coming to your rescue.
You considered running, but there was nowhere to go but where you came from and it would make it so easy for him to catch you... If he was going to kill you, you didn’t want to go down without a fight. So you jumped at him, trying to hit him with the baseball bat you had borrowed from Stiles.
He had no difficulty breaking the bat in two pieces and sending your body flying until you hit against the metallic fence and fell back on the wet concrete ground. The shock was hard, but you weren’t injured.
You tried to lift yourself back up but you saw the glowing eyes coming at you and you knew you had no choice anymore than to accept your fate.
You closed your eyes, hoping it would be quick... But one second, two seconds, three seconds went by without anything happening and a loud, almost familiar growl in the distance forced you to open them again.
You saw some yellow eyes, running at the alpha’s silhouette. You saw their shadows colliding. You heard some menacing growls. You could see them fight but you had lost track of which silhouette belonged to the alpha and which one belonged to the beta.
It seemed like they were slowly moving away from you, one dragging the other back in the street, probably trying to give you a chance to run away but you were too confused to even think about it.
You couldn’t see or hear them anymore, but you stayed on the ground, waiting for nothing.
It was as if only a few minutes had passed when the glowing yellow eyes appeared in front of you again. He crouched to be at your height and you were able to distinguish his face a little better. You recognized some familiar traits and it felt like someone was stabbing you in the heart. Repeatedly.
“Are you hurt ?” He asked, the sound of his voice giving you the most powerful stab.
You shook your head, more in disbelief than to actually answer him.
He helped you up on your feet. Your side felt a bit painful but nothing too bad, you just knew that you were going to wake up with some bad bruises.
“What are you doing here ?” You asked him, staring at his face as if he might suddenly disappear like the hallucination you thought he was.
“Saving you.” He simply replied, before walking you back to your car.
He drove you back home and at the moment he pulled your car in your driveway, you felt anger slowly but surely rising inside you. You left your car without a word for him, closing the door of your home behind you, making sure to let him know that he wasn't invited in.
You ran to your bedroom, trying to contain yourself and resist the urge to go back outside just to yell at him.
You opened the door and turned on the light, stepping in only to jump in fear once again when you found him standing between your now open window and your bed.
“What ? Not even a thank you ?” He asked you, truly confused by your sudden behavior.
You felt angry again and you would have told him exactly what you thought if you hadn’t let yourself get distracted by the way his wet shirt was sticking to his skin, perfectly drawing each of his muscles... No, focus! You were upset and you wanted him to know it.
“Isaac, what are you doing in town ?” You asked once again, pressing on every word.
“I came back... For you.” He answered, closing the window behind him, finally noticing that it was raining inside your bedroom.
“For me ?” You sneered. “If you ever thought about me, you wouldn’t have left in the first place!”
“So that’s why you are upset...” He started.
“I’m not upset, I’m furious!” You fumed. “What did you expect ? That you were going to come back and save me like a perfect prince charming and everything will be fine and we’ll kiss under the rain ?”
“Well kissing under the rain always works.” He replied, with a smile making you even more angry even if he didn’t seem to remark it.
“Maybe on french girls, not on me.” You snapped.
Your gaze fell on his chest once again, you tried to stay focused, looking at his face instead. His hair was dripping, a drop running from his forehead, finishing its race on his lips. His lips that you’ve been missing for so long...
“Do you realize that you were dating me and you left without even a goodbye ? You were dating me and you left because Alison died, how do you think I felt ?” You told him, calming down but forcing yourself to speak instead of running in his arms just to remember how safe it felt.
He stayed silent for a moment, looking at you with true guilt in his eyes. You didn’t know if he was making that lost puppy face on purpose or not, but you tried to not give in that easily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you...” He said, almost in a whisper as he looked down.
“Well you did. You really did.”
“I’m sorry.” He repeated again.
You sighed. Hearing him saying those words was making you feel a little better.
He stepped closer and you turned your back on him, facing your closet and pretending to be searching for something in it.
“I missed you.” You heard him say, so close to you.
You closed your eyes, feeling his arms around your waist, pulling you in your wet clothes against his. His lips left a soft kiss on your neck and it asked for all your strength to move his arms away from you.
“That’s not how it works.” You said, tuning around to face him. “You left for months and you think that now that you are back, everything will be just as it used to be ?”
“I wish it could be.”
“Well it can’t, I didn’t know if you were ever going to come back... I have a new boyfriend.” You stated.
He nodded, seemingly understanding and took a step back but you could see in his eyes that you had just broke his heart, and you hated that. The only reason you started dating someone else was in hopes of forgetting him, but you never did. And now that Isaac was back here, you were rejecting him...
“Do you want me to leave ?” He asked, already walking to the window.
You shook your head to say no and you stared at each other for a moment, in silence.
“You’re still wearing my hoodie.” He remarked. “Maybe that’s why you still smell a bit like me, that’s why I thought that you still... Wanted me.”
You nodded in silence once again, unsure of what to do or say. You were in love with Isaac, you always were, of course you still wanted him. You wanted him so bad.
“Do you want me to stay ?” He asked, hesitating.
“Yes.” You replied, softly.
He didn’t seem like he was expecting that answer and he wasn't quite sure what to do now.
You pulled your hoodie off and followed with your shirt. The way he was looking at you was the exact same way he did the very first time he had seen you naked, eyes full of a mix of lust and love for you.
Your skin was glistening, as wet as if you had just gotten out of the shower. He smiled at you from across the room and pulled his shirt off too. His chest as wet as your skin.
You pulled your pants down and tossed them away with your shoes, looking back at Isaac, expecting him to do the same but his eyes were glued to you and he didn’t seem fully able to function anymore...
You were left in your white underwear, probably transparent now as they were just as drenched as your clothes. You walked up to him, not even waiting for him to come back to himself before hardly pressing your lips against his, almost on tiptoes to be able to reach them.
You stepped back to unzip his pants and they immediately fell to his ankles. You saw that hard bump under the fabric of his underwear.
He pulled you against him to kiss you and with his hand on your back, he gently pushed you down on your bed. You lied down and he held himself above you, kissing your neck with intensity. You closed your eyes, it felt so good to have him close to you again. For months you weren't even sure that you’d ever see him again and now he was on top of you, kissing you as if he had never left.
Maybe it wasn’t real, maybe it was an hallucination, maybe the alpha had killed you and that was your own personal heaven... But whatever it was, you didn’t want it to stop.
His lips left your neck, leaving kisses down your chest and stomach. He reached your panties and pulled them down and when he made you open your legs wider, you knew what was coming. Once again it felt too good to be real.
He buried his face between your legs and you felt his mouth on your clit, gently sucking on it. You heavily sighed, closing your eyes again, already feeling pleasure building inside you.
He played around with his tongue, remembering exactly what to do to drive you crazy. Then, he moved down and you felt his tongue entering you. You arched your back a little and let it fall back down on the sheets, your hand reaching for his wet curls between your legs, hoping he’d be able to go deeper inside you but he got out only to get back in with a lick.
After a few more teases, he abruptly left you, maybe as eager as you were to have him fully inside you. He stood in front of the bed and before you knew it, he pulled on your legs, dragging you closer to him. You felt his hard dick entering you and you sighed loudly. Finally. You thought that you weren’t going to feel him inside you ever again.
He held your thighs, entering you entirely with all his length. You felt a light pain, you weren’t as used to it anymore, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction that your body was feeling.
You looked at him just as he tilted his head back with a loud breath, also trying to get used to you again.
He gently moved, making sure that you had enough time to adjust to him before he started thrusting, deeply in and then almost out. It didn’t take long until a moan escaped your lips. He stopped himself and climbed back on the bed, immediately finding his way back inside you. He leaned down to kiss you for a moment before he increased his pace, holding your legs around each side of his body. You held yourself to your sheets, feeling close.
You kept your eyes fixed on him, pretty sure that he looked ever hotter now than in your memories. Who would have thought that it was even possible... You saw a familiar expression appear on his face, you knew what it meant and it was enough to make you lose your mind for good. You arched your back once again, your loud moan resounding with his as he came inside you, leaving you breathless.
You enjoyed every second of your climax. Then you waited for him to come back to himself. You smiled at him and he leaned to kiss you again, but quickly moved away and you were disappointed, expecting it to last a little longer.
“You are going to break up with him now, right ?” He asked, suddenly concerned.
“Are you planning on staying in Beacon Hills ?”
“Yes, I’m not going to leave you again.” He affirmed.
“Then yes, I’m going to break up with him.” You answered.
He smiled, satisfied by your answer and got back to kissing you. And, as much as you were enjoying his kisses and having him close to you, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit preoccupied now. You didn’t really know how you were going to break up with Liam...
Just A Break (Game Night Part 2) - Brett Talbot (*Smut)
☾ Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh. Hold me up against the wall, give it till I beg, give me some more, make me bleed I like it raw. ☽
*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)*
( Part 1 ) - ( Part 3 )
Note: Underaged characters on the show are aged up to 18 in my stories.
Warning: (Slightly) rough.
You were sitting at a table outside with your usual group of friend, trying to catch a breath of fresh air after class but as per usual, it didn’t seem relaxing at all.
For months, your only subject of conversation was concerning the new monsters your friends were up against and how to get rid of them. Of course, you did your best to help them out, but it had been weeks since nothing new or helpful was discovered and you felt like your whole life was revolving around that and only that.
“Maybe I could get back to my researches about the were-deers (Y/N) told us about...” Stiles mumbled, looking through his messy notes. “Maybe we could team up with them and...”
“Were-deers ?” Lydia asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah, don’t you remember ? That night (Y/N) drove home alone and was attacked by one on the road... She came back with bite marks on her neck and shoulders, even on her wrist.”
“Who knew deers were such savages...” She replied, longly looking at you because you had told her the truth about where those marks on your body were coming from.
“Oh, it smells like trouble.” Malia suddenly stated, lifting her head up to literally breath the air.
“Yes, that’s good.” Stiles told her, with a proud look. “But there’s no need to actually smell it.”
“But it smells like it.”
“Oh no.” Liam whispered, suddenly trying to disappear under the table.
You turned around at the same time Stiles did, wanting to see what was causing them to react this way and you almost jump from seeing Brett already so close to your table.
“You guys are playing against Devenford again ?” You asked Liam, turning around, trying to look totally detached.
“Not really, they are just going to train on our field for a week.” He answered.
Before you could even ask why, Brett was standing behind you and it seemed like everyone around stopped what they were doing to watch you.
“Brett... Can we help you ? Would you like a tour of the school ?” Stiles asked him, sarcastically.
Brett didn’t even look at him and you looked up to him, worried about what he was going to say in front of everyone...
“I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be in the locker room after practice... Every day this week.” He said, with a smirk, knowing that you understood what he meant by that.
“That’s great, glad to learn that you take some showers and change...” Stiles replied, but the tall lacrosse player was already walking away.
You looked down at your notes, blushing but trying to hide it from everyone.
“Seriously, what’s this guy’s problem.” Stiles mumbled. “Good thing that we won’t have to actually see him for a week.”
“Why wouldn’t we see him ?” You asked, confused.
“Because we have some brainstorming reunions here and at my place every day this week, remember ?”
“Ah, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to make it every day...” You started, trying to find a good excuse to justify your absence.
“(Y/N), we talked about it, nothing is more important than that.”
“Yes but I was thinking that maybe taking a break would actually help us think better...”
“What are we doing right now ?” He asked, as if what you had just said made no sense.
“We were talking about supernatural creatures 2 minutes ago! Like we’ve been doing every hour of every day this month!” You answered.
“I think we all deserve a break.” Lydia agreed.
“We have enough breaks, maybe we even take too many breaks which is probably why our case is not moving forward at all!”
“You take breaks. You spend time with Malia, Scott is with Kira, Liam hangs around with Mason and Lydia visits Parish, which leaves me all alone with my thoughts that are so used to overthink that case that it doesn’t change anything on my part! So I don’t care, I’m going!” You answered Stiles, getting up, starting to feel angry at him for not realizing this.
“Going where ?” He asked, confused.
“Stiles! Brett is the were-deer...” Lydia explained.
“Really ?” Malia said, seemingly completely lost.
“What ?” Liam asked, looking puzzled.
“You mean he is the one who hurt you ?” Stiles asked, looking over to the school doors.
You followed his gaze until you saw Brett, leaning against the wall of the school, arms crossed on his chest and the same expression he had on his face the very first time you found yourself in front of him. He seemed like he was listening to your conversation but he was too far away to really hear anything...
“He didn’t hurt me, he gave me a break.”
“A good one.” Lydia agreed, since you had given her all the details.
Stiles got silent for a moment and instead of leaving like you should have, you stayed standing beside the table, waiting for what he had to say next.
“Are you really that desperate ?” He finally spoke, slowly as if he wanted to press each word.
Lydia stared at him with wide eyes and consternation, and you were pretty sure that your face had a very similar expression.
“You know what ? Yes, I am. So desperate that I’m not even going to wait until after practice to do it!” You snapped at him, finally leaving the table and walking to the school doors, where Brett was still waiting and slightly laughing as he saw you make your way towards him... As if he knew.
You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the hallway. It was busier than the other night, some people were walking out, some were talking with friends and some were going through their lockers, most of the teachers were still in class and you didn’t really knew where to go this time, but you kept walking, determined to have your way with Brett again, if only to make Stiles realize how he had been treating you for the past months.
You kept walking, not sure of where you were leading him until he stopped himself and pulled you against him. He opened a supplies closet door and pushed you in, forcing you to take a few steps backwards until your back hit against the wall.
The place was small, you weren’t sure that anyone else could fit in here. The walls were hidden behind messy shelves with school supplies and cleaning products, explaining the nice but strong smell of soap filling the air.
He closed the door and pulled a condom out of his pocket, you couldn’t help but smile.
“You came prepared this time.” You remarked.
“Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” He answered, with an arrogant grin. “Even if all you could qualify me of was a were-deer.”
“It’s the only thing that came in my mind!” You defended yourself. “And if you hadn’t left me such visible marks I would...Wait, how do you know I said that ?”
“Because I’m not a deer.” He said, in a deeper voice, his eyes glowing yellow for a few seconds.
You stared at him in shock, wondering how you and your friends hadn’t noticed that before.
“And you just randomly tell a girl that you are a werewolf the second time you see her ?”
“I saw you babysitting the coyote the other night. And Scott isn’t the type of guy that keeps secrets from his friends...”
“Well then, I’m kind of disappointed.” You admitted.
“Why ? Because you have to deal with yet another werewolf ?”
“No... Because you were really soft for a werewolf last time.”
“Sorry, would you rather have me break you in pieces ?” He asked, smiling as if he already knew the answer.
“Yeah kind of since, you know, I’m desperate.”
As soon as you had finished your sentence, he moved closer and you felt his teeth on your neck, biting harder than what you were expecting. You gasped, trying to be silent since some students were still out in the hall. If you didn’t make any loud noise, you wouldn’t get caught, you never saw anyone open that small closet door before.
His sharp teeth left your skin, but his lips stayed, pressing a very soft kiss on the deep bite mark he had just left on you.
He moved back and you tilted your head, offering him the other side, not even bothered by the light burning pain that the movement caused in your neck. He gave it the same treatment, but didn’t take as much time. He stepped back and you helped him take his shirt off, glad to see his muscular chest again.
But he didn’t allow you to enjoy the view for a very long time. He pinned you back against the wall, pressing his body against yours and almost took you by surprise when he leaned in and started kissing your lips. It felt like only half a second later, you felt his hands under your thighs, lifting you up at his height.
Your body was squeezed between his body and the wall. He was able to kiss you more passionately in that position and although you were quite surprise that no bites were coming, you kissed him back with just as much passion, enjoying the fact that your one night stand was making you feel like he almost cared about you.
You closed your arms around his neck, trying to hold on more tightly as you decided to kiss him harder. He answered with the same force and you moved one arm, your hand resting on the back of his neck. He moved to lift you up even higher and resumed the kiss until your hand gently caressed his hair. It stopped him right away, as if that tender gesture had reminded him that it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He didn’t want to be called a were-deer and he wanted to show you how wrong you were for coming up with this.
He let you reach the floor again, using one of his now free hands to pin both of your wrists above your head, making sure that you wouldn’t be able to touch him anymore. His other hand came on your hip and you took a breath, not knowing what to expect exactly but sensing that something was coming.
You felt his claws digging through your shirt and into your skin, creating a burning sensation even worst than his bites. You would have cried out but he shushed you with a more absent kiss on your lips.
He moved away just when the pain faded, even if you wanted him to keep kissing you just a little longer...
Then, you felt his lips pressing on your neck, sucking on your skin and you got ready for another bite. It didn’t seem as deep as the previous ones and his mouth immediately trailed down to the neckline of your shirt.
“I don’t have anything else with me...” You said, in a breath, but it was too late and he had already teared a part of it with his teeth.
You couldn’t help but sight, thinking of that ugly shirt you kept in your locker for P.E and never even dared to wear... Seems like you don’t have the choice anymore.
You were thinking that maybe you could make the teared off part look normal with a little bit of creativity but he made sure to put it in pieces with his claws, lightly scratching you a few times in the process.
“That’s for not liking my jersey.” He whispered in your ear and you smiled, but did everything you could to hide it when he faced you again.
He finally let go of your wrists just so that you could get rid of the pieces of fabric left on you. As soon as they all touched the ground, he turned you around and pressed you against the wall once again.
You heard some noises but his body was so close to yours that you didn’t have enough space to turn around to look. It didn’t take long until you felt his clawed hands on your skin again, resting on your hips.
He leaned down and softly kissed your neck, right where he had left his last bite mark. His claws entered your skin, but much more lightly than the first time, as if he knew it had really hurt you and was afraid to do it again.
When his hands left your hips, it was to pull down your pants and underwear to your knees. He entered you and pushed himself as far in as he could, squeezing your body against the wall even more tightly. You felt the cold concrete against your cheek as he slowly started making back and forth motions.
You were pretty sure that his claws were back on your hips, scratching you but you could barely feel it compared to the pleasure his slow thrusts were already giving you.
He moved his arm, putting it around your waist and pulling you closer to his body, radiating with warmth. You tried to keep quiet as he slightly increased his pace but when he bit down on your shoulder, a mixed sound of pain and pleasure escaped your lips, louder than what you intended it to be.
He left out a low growl, reminding you to be quiet but he bit down on your other shoulder with the same strength and the exact same sound resounded again in the small closet.
“Harder...” You asked and he immediately obeyed, biting you again.
His thrusts got faster and you were having trouble staying silent. You were getting so close... And that’s the moment that he chose to pull out from you. You didn’t understand why, he had a condom this time, he didn’t need to pull out. Unless he heard someone coming... ?
You turned around to ask him but you had barely even opened your mouth that he had pulled your pants down to your ankle, giving you just enough time to toss them away before his hands got under your thighs and pinned you up against the wall once again.
He held you higher than his own height, forcing you to look down to see his face. He was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t interpret, his fangs retracting as soon as your eyes met his.
“I want to see you when I make you come.” He explained, but you didn’t quite believe that was all there was to it...
He made sure to squeeze you tightly against the wall with his own body before letting go of one hand, using it to guide himself back inside of you.
It felt as if he had never left you, the now familiar sensation of pleasure appearing right back in your stomach.
You closed your legs around his waist, trying to get him even deeper inside you while he quickly increased his pace.
You held on to his shoulders and once again, you decided to provoke him and gently caress his hair again... But instead of biting you, or scratching you, it seemed to give him the urge to kiss you between every two breaths.
You felt so close. You looked at him, too busy trying to catch your breath to let him kiss you again. By the way he smirked at you, you knew that he knew exactly where you were at, and that, just like last time, he was planning on slowing down for you. If anything, he even shoved himself more powerfully into you until you really couldn’t take it anymore.
You leaned back against the wall, feeling pleasure taking control of your body and fighting to not let a sound escape from your mouth. You closed your eyes, trying to focus but he kept moving in you, building up on the already exploding pleasure inside you.
You leaned back against him, your nails digging in his neck as you managed to only let loud breaths escape your lips, hitting on his skin, so close to you. He answered with a soft bite on your shoulder, and it was enough to set you off again, reaching another orgasm, even stronger.
You knew your body was moving but you weren’t really aware of it anymore, you felt the concrete than you felt his skin again and you probably moaned louder than what you should have but at this very moment, you couldn’t care less about getting caught.
He came with a loud moan too, that, you clearly heard it and it gave you the urge to kiss him, again and again, as you were slowly coming down.
He kissed you back, tenderly, and ended up letting you reach the ground again. He picked up his pants and you did the same, whispering an “ouch”, surprised by the pain that that deep scratch mark on your hip was causing you.
None of you said a word as he stepped closer and put his hand where he had hurt you, his veins turning black for a second while it felt like the pain was being sucked away from your body.
You looked at it with amazement. You had heard that werewolves could do that, but you never actually had someone do it to you before. There was not a single bit of pain left in your body when he moved his hand away.
You were about to thank him when your gaze fell on the pieces of your shirt, scattered on the floor. Before you could even either thank him or complain, he handed his own green shirt.
“Your Lacrosse jersey ? Seriously ?” You said, wanting to sound offended but you couldn’t help but laugh.
“That or you can go out with just your bra, which I really like by the way.” He smirked.
“I’ll take the enemy’s jersey then, thanks.” You replied, taking the shirt and putting it on.
He looked at you with a smile and you laughed, slightly embarrassed.
“What ?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Nothing... I just like it on you, even more than your bra.”
“Good cause I’m keeping it.” You said, in a falsely provocative tone.
“Oh really ?”
“Yes, I think it’s an okay pay back for one of my favorite shirts.”
“Well then...” He started, moving closer to you. “Wear it at the next Lacrosse match.”
“Mh, wouldn’t you love that ?” You replied, thinking about how upset it would make your friends.
“More than you can imagine.” He answered, almost in a whisper, before finally giving you a goodbye kiss.
