house arrest (Isaac Lahey one shot)
âLahey,â you warned as Isaac suctioned his lips around your clitoris, causing you to buck your hips against his face. He had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter, his large hands clamping down onto your quivering thighs as they quaked above his shoulders. You couldnât help but thrash around as his tongue worked expertly against you, unraveling your defenses.
âTheyâll be home any second now,â you hurried, the whine evident in your tone. The pack was out doing research on the Dread Doctors, and Derek had ordered you to stay back at his loft because you were a potential chimera. At first you had been disappointed that you were uselessly confined to house arrest, but when Derek elected Isaac to stay and keep watch, you immediately ceased your griping.Â
You and Isaac always shared this bond, a magnetic connection that felt palpable the moment you had met. You were friends for a long time, both too shy to act on your feelings. Eventually, your mutual physical longing superseded your platonic relationship. You suspected the pack already knew, given that you two always reeked of each other after your illicit activities.Â
Maybe they were actually oblivious, or maybe they didnât care. Perhaps it was wrong to keep secrets from the pack, but maybe the reason it was going so well was because it was a secret. Either way, being with Isaac made you feel the happiest youâd ever been, so you decided not to let outside forces taint the only good thing in your life.Â
Although currently, your good thing was pushing your luck. After the pack had left, you spent most of the day teasing Isaac, walking around in your underwear and one of his white v-necks, trying to get his attention. It was just so cute the way he insisted that he needed to stay alert in case something happened, which involved him brushing off your seduction attempts. He really was the sweetest boy youâd ever known, with his wide, hopeful eyes, chest puffed out in pride that heâd been assigned to protect you. His valiant restraint floored you, your pores beaming with adoration.Â
He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading over the Dread Doctors novel when you came up behind him and kissed him behind the ear, his weak spot. He finally snapped. Isaac had thrown down the novel, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved down your panties.Â
You were hoping to sneak in a quickie before the pack returned, but Isaac had something else in mind, taunting you with his torturous pace. Usually, you obliged, happy to prolong his ministrations, but today was not a good day.Â
Derek had called about an hour ago and said that they would be home soon and you were in a rather compromising position, what with Isaacâs tongue buried inside you.Â
You tugged at his hair, attempting to quell him, but he just reached around you and squeezed your ass roughly, thrusting you into his face. Â
âAre you really rushing me?â Isaac grunted against you, the vibrations hitting your core, prompting you to throw your head back. âWe have plenty of time.âÂ
You were about to retort when Isaac snaked an arm under you, inserting a finger inside you, deftly rotating the digit as you failed at stifling a moan. You felt him slip in another finger, his long extremities filling you deliciously. You fisted his curls, trying to absorb more of him, but it wasnât enough. You needed him now.
âIsaac, come on,â you begged, panting above him. He looked up at you with his cerulean eyes, his interest piquing at your pleading tone. He slowly stood up, a smirk twisting his features. You inwardly groaned at his wet, red face, knowing you were the cause.Â
âYouâre needy today, arenât you?â He teased softly as he wove his fingers through your hair, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, his teeth gnashing against yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself in on his tongue, grasping his shoulder with one hand and using the other to unbuckle his belt, sliding your hand into his jeans.Â
âIâm the needy one?â you said between kisses, stroking his semi-erect shaft. âYouâre the one who went down on me for like 10 hours.â He let out a huff of laughter, redoubling his efforts onto your neck.Â
âI canât help that,â Isaac whispered, grazing your throat with his teeth. His hips bucked into your hand while you continued to pump him. âYou just taste so goddamn delicious. If we get caught, itâs definitely on you.â You scoffed at his dirty talk, your blush giving away your desire.Â
Too enraptured to reply, you shoved his pants down, using your legs to push them away as you squeezed his ass. This time, he gave in.
He grabbed your hand that was rubbing his cock, turned it over and gently kissed your wrist, then attached his own to his engorged shaft, spreading his precum over it as lubrication.Â
Isaac gripped the back of your knees, moving you forward to the edge of the counter. He aligned with your sex, wetting himself by stroking your dripping slit with the head of his cock.Â
âFuck!â you yelped as he entered you in one swift motion, filling you to the hilt.
You gasped audibly at his size, locking your knees around his hips as he paused to let you adjust. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nodding fervently, signaling him to continue. Isaac moved slowly, and you could feel his considerable length stretch you out. It felt divine.Â
You loved his body, the way he towered over you, cradling you, kissing your sweaty forehead. You loved the way he was attentive to your every movement, making you feel special and loved even though he had never said so out loud.
But you didnât need that. You didnât need big gestures or declarations. You just needed the way he fit against you, his tall, lanky frame that was taut and soft at the same time. His big, golden heart that always looked out for you and everyone in the pack.Â
You smiled against his shoulder, kissing it as you tugged at his hair, informing him that you were close. He palmed your jaw, nudging you to look at him. He loved this, you remembered. He loved looking directly into your eyes as he fucked your wits out, watching as he ruined you.Â
You felt a familiar knot at the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched tighter around him. Isaac placed his forehead against yours as he increased his pace.Â
âCome on, [y/n]. I need you to come,â Isaac urged, his movements becoming erratic. You could hear the distinct slap of flesh against flesh as he pounded into you, making you scream out his name. âThatâs a good girl. You feel so good, baby. Youâre doing so good.âÂ
He always made sure you came first as his encouraging voice spurred you on, helping you reach your climax. Your face contorted in pleasure as you threw your head back, feeling yourself tighten around Isaac, your walls convulsing against his cock. Your reaction caused him to release as well, going rigid against you as he exhaled a guttural groan, breathing out your name like prayer.Â
He kissed you through your orgasm, helping you come down from your high, your body still shaking around him. You felt him go limp inside you before he pulled out, evoking an involuntary whimper from your sensitive state.Â
âAre you okay?â Isaac hurriedly inspected your features, brushing your damp hair away from your face. You nodded, laughing airily in disbelief, somehow still surprised that he could be so considerate.Â
âYouâre such a good boy,â you cooed. His face turned bright pink as he looked down. You pulled him back, tangling his fingers with yours, bringing your lips together.Â
You stayed like that for a while, enveloped in his warmth until you heard the front door open and footsteps file in. Reluctantly, you pulled away as you gathered your bearings, watching Isaac hastily pull up his pants. You kissed his cheek before making a beeline for your bedroom, still clad in only his shirt.Â
You slammed the door shut and fell on to your bed, burying your face into your pillow. You could feel your heartbeat hammering in your ears, adrenaline coursing through your wrecked body at the thought of almost getting caught. Your legs were still tingling.Â
This boy was going to be the death of you.Â
A/N: This is the first time Iâve written smut thatâs gone all the way. I couldnât help it, thereâs just so much homework to avoid lol. I had the shittiest first day of classes.
I just have such mushy feelings for Isaac, though. Sweet little werepuppy. I also think I might have a kink for kitchen counters? Yeah⊠Anyways, hope you liked it! If you want more, please tell me because requests are OPEN! Â
