Discover Top Posts Tagged with #boyd smut

Battleground - Preference #5 - (Part 2 : Scott, Boyd, Isaac, Liam)(*Smut)

Inspiration: ♪♫

☾ The fight is done. The war is won. Lift your hands toward the sun. ☽

Link to the story : Part 1

Warning : ALL of these are Smut!

*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner (◡‿◡✿)

Scott

You woke up in your bed, and for a moment you wondered if it was all just a dream but the soreness of your muscles when you sat proved you that it wasn’t. You got up feeling as if you had done a big workout session the day before, you checked yourself in the mirror still wearing your clothes from last night and beside a few scratches, you didn’t see any major wound to take care of or anything to explain that you had completely left your body during the fight.

You needed some explanations, some updates about how it ended and above all things, you needed to apologize for showing up uninvited and putting everyone in an even worst situation.

But first things first, you changed and you went to the kitchen to take some breakfast. It was Sunday and the house was empty.

Just as you were about to wash your dishes, you heard the doorbell and you went and opened it, finding Scott on the doorstep.

“Hey… How are you feeling ?” He asked, looking at you with a concerned expression.

“I’m alright.” You replied, embarrassed that he even worried for you.

You invited him in and offered him something to eat but he had already had breakfast a while ago.

“Actually, I wanted to take you out today…” He said, with a smile.

What like on a date ? Finally ? When you had just took the stupidest decision of your life to show up at a werewolf fight and ended up fainting with no reason, in front of everyone.

“O-okay.” You stuttered, taking your jacket and following him outside to his bike.

He gave you a helmet and you tried to not show him how nervous you were about sitting behind him on his bike for the first time. Where were you supposed to put your hands ? And how were you supposed to hold yourself ?

He got on and started the motor.

“You can hold yourself to me.” He said, answering your inner questions.

You put your hands on each side of him and he drove down your street, joining a bigger road and went faster, causing you to put your arms around his waist to try to stay on your seat.

He stopped in the forest, and you both walked, him leading you further away from the track. At some point he just stopped and faced you and you felt the sudden urge to justify yourself.

“I know I shouldn’t have come, I promised Stiles I wouldn’t but I wanted to help!”

“I know that… And I understand.” He calmly replied.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s fine, I just… I just don’t want to lose you okay ? So show me what you’ve got!”

“What ?” You asked, confused.

“Attack me! You need practice for next time!” He exclaimed, shifting into his werewolf form.

“I-I can’t do this.”

“Sure you can, come on!”

Since he was asking for it, you tried to kick him in the stomach, twice, but he blocked you each time.

“You need to aim for the ears or the eyes.” He stated.

“Yeah but it would be easier if I had, I don’t know, a baseball bat ?”

He got a branch from the ground and gave it to you.

“Pretend that’s it.” He said, making you smile.

It was easier to reach him with the branch and you were able to touch his ears a few times without him being able to stop you. You didn’t try for the eyes, too afraid to hurt him and you kept training to fight a werewolf until you started feeling really confident about it.

Maybe a little too confident. You hit his left ear much harder than you were intending to and from the surprised you touched his yellow werewolf eye and he fell back, his hands on both of his ears for a moment.

You immediately let go of your branch, running and sitting on the ground next to him.

“Scott! I’m so sorry! Are you alright ?!” You asked, worried.

“That was really good.” He managed to say, after a while, shifting back to his human form.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, making sure he wasn’t injured. “I’m really useless.”

“Don’t say that, that’s not true…” He answered, looking at you but you looked down.

“Give me one thing I do that is a good thing for everyone… Go on.” You challenged him, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to find a single thing.

A bright smile suddenly illuminated his face and you didn’t understand why he was reacting this way, unless he was going to make fun of you.

“Well, you are my anchor. The one thing that keeps me from going crazy and killing everyone.” He answered, sincerely.

“Wasn’t it Allison ?” You wondered, confused.

“It used to be… But now it’s you. Only you.”

His words made your heart flutter and, as if you wanted to keep him from hearing it, you strongly pressed your lips against his.

You moved back, feeling even more embarrassed now but he seemed pleasantly surprised by what had just happened. He moved too quickly for you to even realize what he was doing and soon you were the one lying on the ground of autumn leaves and branches, him holding himself above you, his dark eyes staring right into yours before his mouth found yours again.

It didn’t take long until your hands started exploring his body and his did the same on you. You could feel his supernatural heat through his clothes, keeping you warm as he pulled your shirt slightly up to touch your bare skin.

You pulled his shirt above his head and he didn’t complain, not bothered by the fresh air of the forest at all. You traced figures on his now naked back with the tips of your fingers while answering his passionate kisses.

He parted from you, searching something in the back pocket of his jeans. He sat on his knees in front of you while you just stared at the yellow and red trees above you, trying to realize what was finally happening.

He pulled a condom out of his pants and you looked at him, amused.

“You had planned this was going to happen didn’t you ?” You laughed.

“Not really… But I was hoping.” He replied, with a smile, coming back to you for another kiss but stopping mid-way and sitting back down at your feet.

“What’s wrong ?” You worried, lifting yourself up on your elbows to see him better.

“We can wait if you don’t want to do it. I mean, it hasn’t to be here and now…” He said, gently.

“Scott…” You started, with a smile, sitting in front of him. “You and I, we could have died last night. We could have died last weekend and last Monday as well so no, I don’t want to wait, I want you right here, right now.”

“Good cause me too!” He replied, happily kissing you again.

He gently pushed you back on the ground while you were trying to unzip his pants and he left you again to finish what you had started, putting the condom on his erection and pulling your pants down in a quick gesture.

While he moved to get his lips back where they were supposed to be, you felt him entering you, a slight pain in your stomach but it faded as soon as he stayed still inside you.

He looked at you and started gently rolling his hips, concentrated on your reactions and the sighs escaping your mouth from the pleasure it was slowly building inside you.

You put your hands on his hips, trying to bring him even further in, and he started increasing his pace, breathing louder too.

You dug your nails in his warm skin, knowing it wouldn’t hurt him. He went even faster, his eyes never leaving you. He was completely focused on you, maybe because you were his anchor and he was trying not to shift and not to hurt you…

You closed your eyes, arched your back, pressing your chest against his and came from his thrusts, breathing loudly. He followed you, his expression changing but no sound escaped his lips.

He planted a peck on your lips and took himself out of you, pulling your pants back on as if nothing had happened. He got dressed too but you kept him from putting his shirt back on, sitting down in front of him again.

“I need to learn to not be distracted by werewolf guys’s bodies right ?” You said, making him laugh.

“Yeah.” He admitted, pulling you back up on your feet. “Let’s get back to making you a warrior.”

You smiled at him and he looked amused, taking two orange leaves out of your hair before giving you back a branch to use as a weapon against him. And you tried your best to not hurt him this time, although you weren’t that opposed to getting back down on the ground with him later…

Boyd

It was the night, the only source of light came from the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed you were lying on, on top of the covers.

Someone was sitting at the end, holding his seemingly hurt arm covered in a white bloody bandage against his chest. When finally your eyes were able to focus, you realized it was Boyd. You opened your mouth and took a breath to speak but he immediately turned around to look at you, worried.

“How are you feeling ?” He asked.

You took a moment, unsure what to answer. You weren’t feeling bad, nor were you feeling hurt. You decided to sit and see if you felt pain somewhere…Nothing.

“I’m fine.” You answered, massaging the back of your neck, sore from the position you had on the bed. “What about you ?”

“I’m fine.” He replied, trying to imitate your tone, proving you that he was lying.

You moved closer to him to take a look at the blood stains on the bandages, noticing that he wasn’t only wounded to his arm but also to his chest and on the side of his neck.

“It’s my fault isn’t it ?” You asked, with tears filling your eyes at the thought that you were the reason he was hurt that badly.

“No.”

“I know it is, it happened because you tried to protect me…”

“It doesn’t matter. It will heal.” He stated, forcing a reassuring smile that didn’t convince you at all.

You looked around, you were in Derek’s loft, alone with Boyd and from the clock on the nightstand, it was about to be dawn.

“I’ve been out this long…” You realized, before turning back to Boyd. “I’ve been out this long and you still haven’t healed!”

“Derek said it was normal… That it takes more time to heal when an Alpha hurts a Beta.”

“I’m sorry.” You said, your hand on his hurt arm as if it was going to magically help him heal faster.

“Don’t be, I’d do it all over again if I had to.” He affirmed.

You pressed your head against his shoulder, careful not to hurt him, and stayed like this for a while, feeling your heart beating faster just from being that close to him.

He probably noticed because he looked at you with a light, enigmatic smile on his lips. You felt yourself blushing and it only made him smile wider until he finally moved to kiss you.

It felt like time had stopped for a moment, you were finally sharing the kiss you had dreamed of for so long without ever daring to say a word about it to him.

You didn’t want to stop the dream to just that so you decided to take your shirt off and see what he would make of it and he reacted immediately, his lips reconnecting with yours, passionately.

You only moved away to take his shirt off, being as gentle and careful as you could to not hurt him. The wound on his chest was covered with a bandage but the large scratch on his neck wasn’t and it didn’t seem to be getting any better as time was passing by…

His wounds didn’t stop him from gently pushing you down on the bed and he started kissing your neck before moving to your chest and you closed your eyes, hoping that he would feel good enough to keep going until your skin was covered by his wet kisses.

The light of dawn was slowly starting to light up the loft. You made him turn around so that he could rest on the bed while you took care of everything.

You briefly got up to take your pants off, keeping your panties on. You straddled his legs, unzipping his pants and pulling them down before freeing his strong erection. You found a box of condoms in the nightstand as if you knew that they were there and put one on him.

His breathing was irregular but other than that, he made no sound, allowing you to be totally in charge of what was happening.

You held your panties to the side, holding his erection up with the other hand and slowly sat on it, feeling it sliding inside you, making both of you gasp for air.

You took him completely in until you were comfortably sitting on him, not moving anymore to be able to get use to how big he was. His eyes were fixed on you and you took your bra off, throwing it to the side and his eyes shifted yellow for a second while looking at you but he closed them and calmed down.

You moved your hips in slow circles and his hands rested on each side of you. He opened his eyes to watch you again and you leaned down, carefully pressing your chest against his to plant a few soft kisses on the side of his neck that wasn’t hurt before sitting back and moving your hips in order to get him to move in and out of you, calmly at first, until it started feeling too good for you to take your time.

You increased your moves, only wanting him to hit deeply inside you more often and he helped you, holding you and pushing you back down on him at the pace you had chosen. You slightly leaned down, holding yourself at his shoulders and that’s when you noticed it… His neck scratch was finally healing a little more with each perfect hit in you.

“Boyd…” You started, wanting to tell him but it came out as a breathy moan and you realized that you were unable to speak, drawing closer to your climax.

The way his name had escaped your lips only seemed to make him more eager. He was trying to stay concentrated enough to not shift into his werewolf form but at the same time, he needed you more and harder and he couldn’t stand your pace anymore.

He pulled you down on his chest, keeping you in place while he lifted his hips up and thrusted faster than you were able to, quickly making you reach beyond what you were even expecting and your mind went blank from the pleasure overwhelming you.

You knew some sounds were escaping your mouth and you had no control over them, you didn’t even care, you couldn’t think about anything but how good it felt as he kept going on and on, breathing loudly against you until he finally felt as good as you did.

When you were able to think straight again, the first thing you did was sit back on him and take off the bandage on his chest, showing his perfectly healed wound. You made sure his arm was doing just as good and it did, no traces of battle left on his skin.

You both smiled and you leaned down to happily kiss him.

After a while, your hips and his were moving again, uncontrollably, as he was still inside you and you were already planning on a second round to make sure no more wounds were left on his body when you heard the heavy door of the loft opening.

You moved as quickly as you could, glad you had kept your panties on but with nothing to cover your chest with except your arms. Boyd had just enough time to pull his underwear back up but it wasn’t enough to hide his hard erection pointing out and you wanted to laugh at the situation but Derek’s severe expression at the door made you fear for your lives…

“Out of all the places, it had to be my bed…Of course.” He sighed, shaking his head, too exhausted from the battle to even try to rip your heads off this time.

Isaac

You came back to yourself, feeling cold and exhausted, unable to see clearly where you were or what was around you, just feeling a source of heat against your side, some hands holding you close and Isaac’s broken voice saying your name over and over again, asking you to stay with him.

The pain you could hear in his voice was worrying you, you tried your best to stay awake with your eyes wide open although you couldn’t see much but you felt yourself slipping away a moment later and everything became black and silent again.

When you woke up again, you felt warm, too warm, buried under a heavy weight of sheets. You pushed them away from you, uncovering yourself and trying to see clearly around you.

“Hey…” Isaac’s voice immediately said, and you heard him coming closer to you.

He turned on the lamp on the nightstand and finally your sight was clear. You were in your bedroom, lying in your bed with all the extra sheets and covers you had in your house. Isaac was on his knees at the edge of the bed, his eyes red, a worried expression on his face and seeming exhausted.

“Hey.” You managed to reply, even being able to smile at him.

It didn’t seem to ease his worries, he looked at you with concern and you were pretty sure that you saw some tears filling his eyes before he buried his face in his hands.

“I-I’m alright.” You said, unsure of what was causing him this reaction.

You lifted yourself up on your elbows, sitting and pressing your back against the bedhead, your hand gently caressing his curls, trying to comfort him.

“You took such a strong shock… I was afraid that…” He started, still hiding his face from you until his voice broke.

“Isaac…” You mumbled, your own heart breaking from seeing him like that. “I’m here, I’m okay.”

“I can’t lose you. I don’t have anyone except you.”

“You know that’s not true…” You answered, your hand leaving his hair to take his arm and pull him up so that he would come sit on your bed. “You have a pack. And you have some friends.”

He sat on the bed but didn’t look at you, staring at the floor, wiping his wet eyes.

“I know but that’s nothing if you aren’t here…”

“Well I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” You stated, moving to tightly hug him.

He hugged you back, holding you strongly against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure that he was ever going to let you go now and that didn’t even bother you.

You stayed in his arms as long as he needed to be reassured, it was comforting you too and you felt safe. You could have spent the whole night like this.

After a while, his arms held you less tightly and he moved to look at you, his eyes still full of worries.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like this…” You apologized, your hand on his cheek.

He forced a sad smile and you pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back, with no great conviction at first but then, he slowly started forgetting about his worries and his mouth started meeting yours more eagerly.

You both moved so that you could be close to each other again. You straddled his hips, sitting on him and pressed your lips as hard as you could against his while his hands were moving up and down your back and yours were holding his face near you.

Everything started going faster and you interrupted the kiss when you felt something hard pressuring against your entrance through your pants.

“Isaac, what are you doing ?” You breathed, moving away from him and standing up.

“N-nothing.” He stuttered, confused that you suddenly stopped everything.

He followed your gaze to the bump between his legs and looked back at you, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to pressure you or anything…” He started but stopped himself when you threw a condom at him and he saw you pulling your pants down to the floor.

It took him a few seconds to process what was going on but when he finally did, he quickly opened his pants, pulling them down to his knees and freeing his hard length to cover it with the condom.

He had just finished when you got back on him, unable to wait any longer. You pulled your panties to the side and he held himself up until you were sitting on him, his length all the way inside you.

His hands got under your shirt, caressing your skin as you started gently moving on him and when you increased your speed, you heard him loudly breathing, his hands on your breasts, then tugging on your bra, unsure of where he wanted to put them.

You had both hands in his hair, at first gently playing with it but when he started lifting his hips up to give more power to his hits inside of you, you couldn’t help but pull, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

His arms got around your waist, pulling you tightly against him and his face got back against your neck. You felt his lips kissing your skin before pinching it with his teeth and you moaned, not even caring if your house was empty or not.

“Don’t stop…” You asked, panting, and he did the exact opposite, hitting inside of you even harder until you couldn’t take it anymore, holding yourself to his shoulders and pulling on his shirt.

His hands now on your ass, he tried to keep you down against him as he kept going fast and hard. You reached your climax with a loud moan and he didn’t slow down at all, forcing you to stay on him, making you cry out until he came too and finally relaxed, freeing you from his arms.

You felt good but dizzy and he noticed, gently pushing you back down on your bed and planting a kiss on your forehead. You smiled at him as he covered you with one sheet and he got up to pull his pants back on before walking to the window.

“Isaac…” You called, with a sleepy voice. “Stay.”

You didn’t have to beg him. He came back and got under the sheet, pulling you against him and you fell asleep in no time.

Liam

You recognized the silhouettes of Scott and Stiles on each side of you.

“What is she doing here ? She’s not supposed to be here!” Scott said to Stiles.

“I know!” Stiles exclaimed.

You heard Scott call Liam, your vision getting clearer and you realized you still were on the battle ground, surrounded by your enemies.

“Take my car and bring her home.” Stiles said, giving his keys to Liam once he was closer.

“But…I can’t- ” Liam started.

“Go!” Scott ordered him, moving to fight off another alpha attacking.

Stiles held his baseball bat firmly and got up.

“Go! Hurry up!” He commanded, going to help Scott.

Liam helped you up and supported you with one arm around your waist, making you walk quickly to Stiles’s jeep parked outside. He managed to drive off, quite panicked.

“Are you alright ?” He asked, quickly glancing at you on the passenger side.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” You replied, feeling a bit of pain in your muscles from the shock but you didn’t have anything else to complain about apart from the bleeding scratch on your upper arm.

You both stayed silent while he drove you back to your house, knowing the way better than what you expected. You felt so embarrassed, you ended up causing your friends more trouble than help, one of them could have been killed because of you.

You felt some tears at the corner of your eyes, trying to keep yourself from sobbing.

“Hey, no, don’t do that !” Liam asked, with another quick glance, probably hearing the change of your heartbeat.

“I just wanted to help… I don’t like being the useless one in the group!” You complained, tears rolling down but still not sobbing.

“I know, me too and I almost got Scott killed! Twice! We’re new, we’re going to get better!” He replied, pulling up in your driveway.

He quickly got out of the jeep, in time to open the door for you and help you down.

“I’m good.” You repeated, but he still held your waist to help you walk straight to the door.

You bended down to pick up the hidden key under the “welcome” doormat. You opened the front door and Liam kept helping you. He locked it up again behind you and before you had even reached the staircase, he picked you up in his strong arms and carried you upstairs. He didn’t need any indication to find your bedroom door right away, letting you on your bed before disappearing and coming back with a wet towel from the bathroom, pressing it against your bleeding wound.

“H-How did you know… You never came here before.” You mumbled, confused, as he took care of your arm scratch.

“Uh, werewolf instinct I guess.” He answered, unsure and almost blushing, trying to stay focused on what he was doing instead of looking in your eyes.

“That’s not something that comes with the bite, Scott is a werewolf and he still has trouble finding the right class.” You remarked and Liam laughed at the thought of his clueless alpha in school.

He looked up to you and immediately regretted it, realizing that you were waiting for an explanation. He seemed to think, trying to find a good excuse to explain why he knew your house so well but didn’t seem to find anything that you would believe, so he went for the truth.

“I might… I might have watched you from the window a few times.” He said, looking down.

“What ? When I was in my bedroom ?!” You exclaimed in horror, remembering all the times you were dancing around on some stupid songs.

“Yeah… And in the bathroom too.” He admitted, ashamed.

“What ?!” You exclaimed once again, feeling yourself turning pale.

“But don’t worry! All I could see from the neighbors’s roof was the bottom of the shower! “

“Liam!”

“I’m sorry! I - I was just checking on you!”

“Checking on me or checking me out ?” You asked, not believing him.

“Maybe both.” He admitted, still ashamed, not daring to look in your eyes anymore.

He took the wet towel away from you now that the wound was completely clean and had stopped bleeding, it wasn’t deep luckily.

“Where’s the bandage ?” He asked.

“I guess you already know the answer…” You snapped.

He got up, cheeks turning red as he opened a drawer and took a white bandage out. He came back and sat on the bed in front of you, covering your scratch with it.

“Why did you do that ?” You asked him, on a softer tone.

“I told you, to check on you.”

“No, what’s the real reason ?”

His clear eyes met yours and he stared for a while, hesitating.

“Because I’m really… really attached to you and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Ever.” He stated.

It was your turn to stare at him with hesitation, surprised by the answer.

“I know that you’re pretty much dating Stiles, I can’t do anything against that but I’m a werewolf, I can protect you more than he can.” He said, getting up, suddenly ready to leave but you called him back.

He waited near the door, listening to what you had to add to that.

“I’m not dating Stiles… Not at all.” You declared.

At first he didn’t seem to believe you, opening the door but he slowly closed it once he realized what it meant.

“You’re not ?” He repeated.

“No. I’m completely free. Which means that if, you know, a werewolf wanted to check on me and check me out inside my bedroom instead than from the roof of my neighbor, nobody would be bothered by that…”

He laughed and came back to the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do now.

You smiled at him, lifting yourself up on your knees to grab his arms and guide him on your bed, pushing him down on it until his head rested on your pillow. You underdressed yourself in front of him and even though he had secretly watched you do it a hundred times, he felt bothered, unsure of where he should look now that you were doing it just for him.

Once you were in your lingerie, you grabbed the hem of his hoodie pulling it up until he was forced to sit down so that you could pull it over his head. He took the chance to press his lips on yours and you answered him, before pushing his now naked chest back on the bed.

You unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his knees and doing the same with his underwear before reaching for the drawer of your nightstand to get a condom.

You put it on him and lifted yourself up once again to pull your panties off. You crawled to him and straddled him, holding up his erection with one hand and you lowered yourself down on it until you were sitting on him, his length fully inside you.

He seemed to be surprised by the sensation, taking a deep breath. You moved in small circles keeping him deep inside you, trying to get used to him. You tried to smile at him, hoping he would relax a little but it didn’t seem to work that easily…

So you unclipped your bra, throwing it on the floor. He looked at your chest, taking another deep breath and you guided his hands on each one of your boobs. He still seemed bothered, closing his hands on them but not daring to do anything else.

You started rocking your hips, slowly, your hands on his stomach to support yourself. You both breathed loudly at the same time and he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

When he opened them again, he started moving his hips at your rhythm and finally, he relaxed a little, smirking at you.

“Does it feel good ?” You asked softly, going a little faster with your moves.

“Yes.” He breathed and it almost came out as a moan.

You increased your pace against and he followed, his hands leaving your chest to hold your hips, pushing you down deeper on him every time he lifted his hips up to meet you while you were lowering yourself again.

You moaned from the pleasure that his dick hitting inside of you was giving you and it only seemed to motivate him more, going faster and faster.

“Yes, like that. Keep going! Keep going!” You encouraged him, closing your eyes.

He moaned of pleasure before loudly growling, you felt his claws digging in your hips but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

It took a few more thrusts until you felt your inside collapsing around him, doing your best to keep riding him while you were losing your mind from the pleasure you were feeling. He came too, with a deep moan, releasing your hips.

You opened your eyes and waited for him to do the same. You smiled, running your hand through your hair, trying to catch your breath back.

He suddenly sat under you, holding you close to him with one arm around your waist to passionately kiss your mouth.

“I promise you (Y/N) that I will do anything to protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you like tonight. Never.” He said, breaking the kiss to stare into your eyes.

“I know.” You smiled, believing each of his words, pulling him back into another passionate kiss.

( My Masterlist ) - ( Disclaimer )

#teen wolf smut #scott mccall smut #isaac lahey smut #boyd smut #liam dunbar smut #smut preferences #preferences #teen wolf preferences #teen wolf smut preferences #preference