A little Tabernacle Trance while listening to a Think & Drink discussion... #thinkanddrink #heirloomrusticales #heirloomrustic (at Heirloom Rustic Ales)
Tonight will go down in the books as “the night she finished the game in Swahili with that double word score.” #scrabblerabble #tipletipple #ishantbelongnow #birthdaypie #thinkanddrink #friendship #birthdaying (at Homer, Alaska)
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A;N: So this is the result of me drinking and thinking. A think and drink if you will! Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski. Hope you guys like it!
Pairing: IsaacxOC
Author: thelittlestkitsune
Request: No
Warnings: Smut, oral, exhibitionism
Word count: 2,516
Based on this song and this song
You didn’t always think of him like that but seeing him on the dance floor made your mind wander to other things he could do. As his hips rolled to the low rhythms you wished you filled the gap between him and the crowd. You nursed your drink in your hand, the bass reverberating through your body. Lydia had dressed you for the night. You were dying to go home and change but the amber liquor that coated your throat gave you liquid confidence. Material of emerald green clung to your chest and hugged your waist before dropping down into a flared skirt that stopped just past the bottom of your ass. Your long legs were finished with heels as tall as skyscrapers though not nearly as sturdy on your unpracticed feet. You had toppled over when putting them on earlier that night, Lydia’s laugh tinkling in the breeze as she sipped her wine. “Hey Pops, you should probably try walking in them before we go out. I can’t be dealing with you falling over and breaking an ankle” You smiled taking deliberate steps in Lydia’s bedroom the carpet underfoot making you unsure and unsteady.
Standing by the bar you flagged the bartender, flashing him a coy smile as you asked for two more of the same drink you had been drinking all night. “Lyds, do you think I could be like them?” You pointed to girls on the dance floor, skirts riding high on their thighs and necklines running low. “Poppy, I think you could be anything you wanted to be! An astronaut, a physicist. Them? I don’t think it’s you. In all my years of knowing you, you’ve never so much as mentioned a boy, never mind danced on them like your life depended on it!” She laughed, but she was right. It’s not like it had never crossed your mind because the talent in Beacon Hills was definitely not lacking in the respect. You just weren’t like them, but deep down you wished you could be. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the music but you necked your drink, slamming the glass back down on the sticky bar. “Fuck it” you said to Lyds before walking off. You wormed your way through a mass of sweaty bodies, alcohol coursing through their veins. You didn’t topple on your heels as you made your way to the boy in front of you. Blonde curls illuminated by neon lights, dimples in shadow as he moved to the song that rattled your bones.
You swallowed hard shouting above the music. “Hey Isaac! Fancy a dance?” You smiled coyly, hoping he’d take your offer. He stopped, turning to look at you his eyes raking over you appreciatively. His eyes lingered on your legs and on the expanse of skin on your chest. “Sure” his voice was low as he pressed himself to you, his arms running over your waist. You danced, moving to the beat that was loud in your ears. His hips moved closer to you, the fabric of his jeans causing the material of your dress to run higher. Your head was heavy but you felt lighter than air and hotter than fire. You lost yourself in the way he moved, his lips on your neck as you melded into one. Your eyes had closed and lights played on your lids, hair swishing against hot skin. Brazenly you turned to him, latching your arms around his neck. You pulled him to you, your mouths colliding as heads spun. His lips tasted sour but you found yourself craving it when his lips left yours. “I think we need a drink” A smile spread across his face and blue eyes met yours.
Deftly he stuck his hand out and you took it as he led you to the bar signaling the bartender down with ease. “We’ll have 4 of your strongest shots” The bartender nodded, pouring clear liquid into tall shot glasses before handing them back to Isaac. “Bottoms up Poppy!” His fingers clasped around the glass and you found yourself drawn to the way his tongue licked over his lips. Pressing the glass to your lips, you took your shots and reveled in the way the liquid was both simultaneously cool and burning hot. It swirled around your mouth and down your throat making you shiver. It could’ve also been the way that Isaac was looking at you. His mouth was curled in a smirk that made him feel dangerous but also so enticing. He grabbed your hip, bringing you closer into him, your hands found the plains of his chest. Muscles taut underneath cotton fabric that clung to every contour of his stomach. Fingers dragged material across your skin as you crushed against him. Lips glistened as neon lights danced upon them. Your fingers found skin and you could feel the tension in the air grow heavier.
His lips pressed to yours again, full and sour and again you found yourself drunk on him, on his touch and the way he tasted. His hands flickered over your thighs as your eyes rolled beneath closed lids. Lips left yours as he kissed down your jaw and nipped at your neck. Low moans reverberated through him, in the loud club you wouldn’t of been able to hear but Isaac knew what to look out for. His fingers trailed up your spine and across your back, between your shoulder blades. The DJ shouted something unintelligible as Isaac kissed his way across your neck, his teeth grazing along skin. As your nails dug into his skin, he pulled from you, his eyes streaking gold in the dim light. His lips were in a tight line that curved in the corners, craters for dimples that in this situation didn’t seem so innocent. He stood towering over you, no longer curled against your chest as he pulled you to a dark corner of the club, where lights would struggle to reach you. You stumbled after him, suddenly unsure of yourself on top of such spindly stilettos. He spun, pressing you to a nearby wall, his hands cupping under your ass before hoisting you onto his hips. Your dress rode up, revealing black lace that left little to the imagination.
A groan erupted from his lips at the sight of you, swollen lipped and panting from his kisses. His jaw was tense, a sharp line cutting the light from shadows across his neck. Your hands trailed over his shoulders as he returned to your chest, searing lips and stiffening jeans. Your hair tumbled around you both, cloaking you from anyone walking past and gyrating against each other mere feet away. Thick fog started to roll through the club as a thundering bassline poured from speakers. All you cared about was the aching between your legs and the way Isaac felt against you. He lowered you, his fingers lingering on your ass as he led you further into the club. The music here was faded, lyrics barely heard. You pressed your hands to his chest, pushing him with all your might into a nearby wall. He collided with the wall, plaster breaking away as his eyes streaked gold. “If you want me? Come get me” Your hands reached beneath your dress, fingers brushing lace. You shimmied, your hips doing figure eights as you worked your panties over your legs. Moments later they were in Isaacs hand, lace spread over calloused fingers. A vein popped to the surface in his neck, teeth sucking his lower lip between them. You turned, swinging your hips, before walking off into a maze of corridors, fog rolling over the floor.
You didn’t have to wait long before his arms were around your stomach, bunching material in his fingers as the other made its way down your body. He clutched you to him, brushing fingertips over your inner thigh. Your tongue ran over your lip as your breath caught in your throat. It finally came ragged as Isaacs fingers ran over your clit, expertly dipping between your folds before flickering them over you. A moan escaped your lips as he bit down on your neck, his tongue quickly licking over the stinging skin. A flicker of his wrist and you’d be done for. But he stopped, his fingers plunging into you. Blood rushed to your face, as hot flashes came all over your body. “Cum for me. You know you want to. You’ve wanted this for a long time Poppy and you know I’m happy to oblige” Your chest heaved as his thumb drew circles over your clit as his fingers increased in tempo along with the thudding bassline; or was that your heartbeat. At this point it could’ve been either cause the combination of him and alcohol was something lethal. “You always hold back, just let go for once Poppy” his teeth caught the skin of your earlobe, his nose running over your hair, breath hot on your neck. Your eyes flew open as he pressed into you harder, his thumb working twice as fast against your clit.
As you peaked, your mouth opened but no sound came out. Instead it was suspended whilst the rest of your body fell into pure bliss. Fire ripped through your body, as you rolled against him, your head falling back against his chest. You turned to him, his eyes darkened but not from the darkness of the club. His jeans stood away from his body, his cock twitching beneath the harsh fabric. “Oh so I hold back do I?” You batted your eyelashes and pouted. “Am I just too innocent for you? You don’t want to hurt me do you? You think I’ve not done this before?” You sank to your knees, as his hands ran through your hair. You undid his jeans and they clattered to the floor, his belt buckle clanging against the cool concrete. You palmed over his cock, watching his face twitch in response as you hooked under the band releasing him to you. You took him in your hands, grinning at the sight before you. Licking along the prominent vein on the underside of him you relished the groan that came from him as he shuddered against your touch. “You don’t think I can handle it?” Your mouth teased over his tip and his fingers laced into your hair, pulling you towards him. Your fingers ran over his hips as you took him in your mouth, his breath coming staggered. Flattening your tongue, you breathed through your nose as to take him deeper. “Poppy, what the fuck” His voice came as a whisper barely audible over the DJs shouts.
You pulled from him, he left your mouth with a resounding pop. You gripped him in your hand, pumping him slowly as you rose to your feet. Your free hand traced up his chest before your head fell into the crook of his neck. You bit hard, feeling him tense beneath you but as you pumped him again you could hear the moans escape his lips. “Now are you gonna fuck me? Or just treat me like a China doll” You whispered in his ear, your nose tangling in the curls of his hair. No words came from his mouth, just his hands on your hips as he pushed you against the opposite wall, his fingers behind your kneecap bringing your leg to rest on his hip. His eyes stayed trained on your entrance as he slid in, causing your lungs to falter and then to have them rush back into working as he snapped his hips. His hand trailed up your side, coming to rest on your clavicle, his nails lightly scratching against your throat. “Do you want to know how long I have wanted to do this? I knew something about you was off. If I knew it was this? Then I would’ve acted way fucking sooner” His thrusts were slow and deliberate, setting every inch of your being on fire as the hand that was splayed on your hip, lowered and stroked over your clit. “Shhhhh, you said you could handle yourself. You wanted to be fucked right?” His words tumbled as his hips rolled between yours. Stars streamed behind your eyes as you were pushed to the edge for the second time that night. “Isaac, either fuck me or tease me. Pick one” You choked out as his fingers pressed on your throat. It should have hurt but instead it fueled your oragasm and you shook beneath him, his fingers racing over your clit. You bucked against him, clenching every muscle in your body.
His fingers didn’t loosen their grip on your throat as he turned you face first against the wall. Sliding between your legs once more, you moaned, his speed now matching the rhythms of the club speakers. Everything blurred together, lights and the cool wall and the heat between you. His hand moved from your throat, his hands palming over your chest as he pounded into you. His thrusts became more labored, his hands dropping to your waist as he came, his fists balled up in the material of your dress. He pulled from you, pulling his boxers over his hips; his jeans following suit. He held his hand out, the crumpled lace of your panties hanging off his index finger. You curled his fingers back around the fabric and patted his pocket. You swept your hair off your face, and smoothed out your dress. “Want a drink?” I Isaac nodded, his eyes still blown wide with lust. Worming your way through the crowd now was a far easier task because you no longer felt unsure about what was about to happen.
Lydia greeted you, cherry red lipstick smeared around her mouth and the smell of wood smoke and mint on her breath. “Where have you been?!” She slurred her arms wrapping around you. “I could ask you the same thing! Looks like you got lucky!” She winked and her eyes trailed to Stiles who stood at the bar, the same cherry red staining his lips. “I guess some things that you don’t think should go together actually work pretty well together” Her lips were swollen and they were upturned in a shy smile. It had been a long time coming and to be honest you were happy for her. The alcohol in your system still buzzed as her attention turned back to you. “So what about you Poppy. You never told me? Where have you been?” Her eyes were wide and you decided you’d just give her tonight. “Me? I was proving a point to myself” You signaled the bartender ordering some drinks for you and Lydia.
“To you and Stiles and to being whatever the fuck you want”.
