#brett talbot imagine
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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 onlytwice!”
“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 youthink 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.
(My Masterlist ) - ( Disclaimer)
☾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(◡‿◡✿)*
- 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.
(MyMasterlist) - ( Disclaimer)
Updated: October 15, 2019
Total Works: 2
Derek Hale
One-Shots
Injured (Stilinski!reader)
Blurbs
Series
Isaac Lahey
One-Shots
Blurbs
Series
Brett Talbot
One-Shots
Blurbs
Series
Requested: “Hi there! Can I request an imagine like the reader is afraid of needles and the pack helps her overcome her fear(can you add Brett too, Please?) ”
“Alright (Y/N), you’re perfectly fine from what I can see.”Doctor Goodwin declared, making me grin.
“We just need to take some of your blood to make sure.”He informed, making my smile falter.
“And how are we going to do that?”I asked, hoping he wouldn’t say what I thought he would say.
“With a needle of course-”He started to say before I ran out the door.
I ran past Liam, Brett, Malia, Corey, who looked at me, confused on why I was in such a hurry and why I was leaving so soon. I opened the hospital’s doors and ran to the parking lot, trying to find Roscoe.
Once I found it, I hopped in, scaring Scott, Stiles, and Lydia. They all looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, probably wondering where Liam, Brett, and Malia where.
“Don’t ask, just drive!”I snapped as I saw Liam, Brett, and Malia storming over.
“You ran away, didn’t you?”Scott asked.
“You knew they would take my blood?”I asked, upset.
“Of course (Y/N), they have to.”Lydia answered.
“You all know I’m terrified of needles. Now drive Stilinski!”I yelled as Liam started running as I rolled up my window.
“You can’t run this time (Y/N).”Scott warned.
“Oh yeah? Watch me.”I muttered before jumping out of the jeep. As soon as I started running, Liam and Brett ran after me.
Of course I wouldn’t be able to outrun them, they’re freaking werewolves for crying out loud! But I wouldn’t let them catch me, well not without a fight of course.
Out of nowhere, Malia appeared in front of me while Liam was on my right and Brett behind me.
“It’s just a little needle (Y/N), nothing to be afraid of.”Brett warned as I looked everywhere for an escape.
And that’s when I noticed a tree where no one was blocking me. Suddenly a car near us honked, distracting Liam, Brett, and Malia. I took off, trying to climb up the tree. Luckily it was an easy tree for me to climb, but unfortunately it was also an easy tree for werewolves to climb. Liam was the first one to realize I had took off. He ran over, trying to pull me down as I made it to the top.
“Sweetheart, you’re making this more difficult than it should be.”Brett muttered, walking over with Malia.
“(Y/N), get down.”Malia ordered.
“You’re not my alpha!”I yelled, glaring at them.
“Will you stop being childish and get down?”Liam asked, obviously agitated like the rest.
“You’re not the alpha either.”I spat.
“You’re human, you don’t have one!”Brett reminded me.
“Scott’s the alpha, I only take orders from him.”I muttered as Stiles stopped his jeep next to us.
“(Y/N) will you please get down?”Scott asked as he rolled down his window.
“Nope.”I objected, making Malia snarl at me.
“That’s it, if you won’t come down, I’ll make you.”Malia threatened.
“As if-”I started to say before Malia started to shake the tree.
I slipped off, crashing down onto Liam. Liam and I groaned, staying on the ground.
“Malia!”Scott yelled, glaring at her.
“What? She wouldn’t get down so I made her!”Malia answered, defensively.
“She’s human Malia, she could’ve cracked her head open.”Brett reminded her, making her huff.
“Ouch.”Brett mumbled as he looked down at my arm.
“What-OH MY GOD!”I screamed as I noticed my arm bent backwards.
“AAAHHH!”Stiles screamed before fainting at the sight of my fucked up arm.
“Oh god.”Both Liam muttered, looking a little pail and dizzy.
Scott ran over and picked me up while I screamed hysterically.
“I didn’t feel it until now, I’m gonna die!”I yelled as Scott carried me back to the hospital.
“God dammit Malia.”Lydia muttered as the pack followed Scott and I.
Brett and Liam had to carry Stiles with us since he had barely passed out.
“(Y/N), there you are- oh my…”Doctor Goodwin muttered, noticing my arm.
“What happened?”Doctor Goodwin asked as he and Scott sprinted back to the room I ran away from earlier.
“She climbed up a tree and slipped off.”Malia blurted out.
Doctor Goodwin grabbed an IV stand and a needle, making Scott and Malia pin me down.
“I’m fine, I don’t need surgery, I’ll just keep my arm like this!”I yelled as Doctor Goodwin applied a tourniquet to my left arm that was broken.
“Oh my god (Y/N)-”
“No don’t you, ‘Oh my god (Y/N)” me! You don’t get to do that since you’re the one that broke my arm!”I spat, making Malia glare at me.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t run away-”
“You know what, I’m stronger so I’ll pin her down.”Liam spoke up, making Malia glare at him.
“No-”
“Lia, just let him.”Scott ordered, making Malia growl before letting go of me.
“Now no one touch her other arm.”Doctor Goodwin said right as Malia poked my arm.
“Malia!”I yelled, glaring at her.
I heard Stiles groaning, meaning he’d finally woken up.
“C’mon it can’t possibly hurt that bad.”Malia muttered before lifting my broken arm in the air.
I screamed in pain as flipped forward, making everyone else gasp.
“Oh god.”Stiles muttered before fainting again.
“Oh…my bad.”Malia whispered, letting go of my arm, only for it to flip backwards again.
The room was filled with screams and plain madness.
I looked over to see poor Liam fall backwards, making the room go silent as we all looked at each other.
“Did he just faint?”I asked.
“Yup.”Mason muttered, sighing.
Corey and Mason lifted Liam up and dragged him next to Stiles.
Malia was about to take Liam’s spot until Brett stopped her.
“Yeah how about you sit down, I got (Y/N).”Brett muttered, pinning me down.
“Please don’t, I’ve had a horrible day.”I begged as doctor Goodwin approached me with the needle.
“(Y/N), it’s not going to hurt as much as you think it will. Trust me.”Scott mumbled,
“Scotty-”
“I’ll buy you ice cream after this.”Scott whispered, making me grin.
“I take it your ready?”Doctor Goodwin asked.
I nodded as Scott intertwined our hands together. I turned away as the needle entered, making me wince. After a few seconds, the doctor let go of my arm and clapped his hands.
“Alright, you can look now.”He said, making me furrow my eyebrows.
“That’s it?I thought it was going to hurt more!”I yelled, shocked.
“Like I told you, they don’t hurt as much as you thought they do.”Scott said, making me grin.
“Alright now I’m sure you know that we’re going to operate on you-”Doctor Goodwin started to say before I let go of Scott’s hand and ran away with my IV stand.
“(Y/N)!”Scott yelled.
“I will not get operated on!” ———————————————————————-
I Don’t Want To (part 2 requested) - Brett Talbot
Brett x reader Argent
Warnings: mentions of being kicked out?
Word count:465
Requested: i absolutely love ur work i was wondering if you could possibly do a part 2 of I Don’t Want To - Brett & Alison please & thank you don’t feel like me you have to make it have a super great & wonderful New Year
Authors Note: Technically the reader is Allison’s sister, not Allison but I get what ya mean. An thank you for the kind words and for the request. - @kellyseverideluvsstellakidd-dea
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“What’s wrong, Brett?” Satomi asked approaching the tall teenager.
“Nothing.” Brett mumbled
“You should know by now that I know you better than that.” Satomi moved to sit beside the boy. “So are you gonna tell me, or keep me waiting?”
“I was just thinking about that girl from a couple of weeks ago. If she was ok. After everything.” Brett told her looking slightly shy.
“Mmmmm, I see. Well, I heard from Derek Hale. She moved into his loft with him.” Satomi told the boy hoping to ease his mind.
“They kicked her out.” Brett turned his head to the older wolf in a flash. She wasn’t kidding when she said her family would do bad things if she disobeyed.
“She was kicked out, but not fully disowned. Her father wouldn’t do it. They have a bond, he cares about her to much to do that. He has visited her at the loft. He understands why she did it.” She explained the Y/h/c-ed girls’ situation to him. “You can go visit her if you would like.” Satomi suggested.
“Yeah. Yeah I think I might.” Brett nodded thinking he might actually. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that girl since their run in.
^ ^ ^
Y/n got up after hearing a knock on the door of the loft, being the only one home she got up to answer it. “Brett?”
“Y/n.” Brett smiled upon seeing the girl.
“What’re you doing here?” Y/n asked mirroring his expression while moving aside to let him in.
“I came to check on you.” Brett stated as he walked into the loft.
“Oh” Y/n let out softly.
“After what you did for me, and my sister. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Brett told her looking her in the eyes. He was looking her up and down trying to make sure she was ok and wasn’t hurt.
“Its the least I could do. You’re not like what we’ve supposed to hunt. Plus Satomi is a friend.” Y/n smiled at him moving into the room.
Brett nodded moving to sit on the couch as Y/n did. “How’d you meet her?”
“Through Derek.” She answered still smiling at the boy around her age.
“Well, then how’d you meet the Hales? Let alone befriend them?” Brett laughed turning his body to face hers.
“Long story.” Y/n shrugged, thinking he wouldn’t be interested.
“I got time.” Brett shrugged hoping to get to know her more. He could tell she seemed a little shocked by his answer but then she smiled and started to tell him. Maybe this could lead to a friendship or more. But Brett was determined to make sure she knows he’d be on her side if she ever needed it.
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YOUR TEEN WOLF BOYFRIEND BASED ON YOUR ZODIAC SIGN
Gemini : Stiles Stilinski
Cancer: Theo Raeken
Leo: Scott Mcall
Virgo and Aries: Jackson Whittemore
Libra: Jordan Parrish
Scorpio: Young Derek Hale
Sagittarius and Taurus: Isaac Lahey
Capricorn: Peter Hale joven
Aquarius: Liam Dunbar
Pisces: Brett Talbot
How they react when you call someone out and roast them-Teen Wolf Preference
Requested
Stiles Stilinski
Scott Mcall
Derek Hale
Liam Dunbar
Isaac Lahey
Peter Hale
Brett Talbot
Theo Raeken
Jordan Parrish
Ethan+ Aiden
