A/N: I just saw the Joker and I just HAVE to write a story about it, so here ya go :). I am thinking of maybe making a part 2 of this, so just let me know if you like that idea! 

Genre: Joker!Taehyung, Angst, smut, oneshot (?)

Paring: Taehyung X reader

Word-count:6.5k

Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, smoking, slapping, name-calling, Stockholm-syndrome.

Summary:You’d never thought you had to face the well-known criminal: the Joker, since he always targets rich people. Still, somehow the tables turn when you go to the famous club ‘La Farceur’ and to be faced with (maybe?) your worse nightmare.

Masterlist

‘Again, the so-called ‘Joker’ has raided another bank. 9 people have been shot during the raid, which of 4 have died. 20 people are badly wounded. This has been the fifth time this two weeks. How long do we have to wait for someone to act on this?’ 

You attentively watch the news as you see the blurred images of the man, who calls himself ‘the Joker’, and who does so much terrible things. You can’t imagine someone being so devilish; he doesn’t even do it for money you’ve heard. He is pure evil; he does it for his own satisfaction and happiness. People like this really do exist, which normally isn’t the case. People often do bad stuff because of lack of money or something, but he has all the money now and still continues to do bad stuff. Maybe he’s in depth with someone, it must be. It’s the only logical explanation. 

‘That guy is plainly sick’, you hear your friend comment from beside you, eating cereal just like you are doing. It’s really a tradition for the both of you to watch the news together in the morning, making that your bonding-time as roommates. Discussing politics and such. ‘He must be on some shit’, Lisa continues before taking another bite. You huff before agreeing, that man can’t be right in his mind. Or maybe he was fucked up in his childhood by his father or something, anything. Luckily you’re not likely to ever have to face him, being a student. He mostly targets rich people, like banks and stuff. Well ‘being rich’ is something that you certainly aren’t. 

‘He does have something hot though, I don’t know what’, Lisa comments, making you laugh out of disbelieve. ‘Damn Lisa, going out with criminals now hm?’, you tease her and she nudges you back. ‘I mean, it’s kind off wild. It isn’t a boring relationship, that’s for sure.’ You laugh even louder at that. ‘Well, true that honey. Still wouldn’t be my first pick though’, you response, shaking your head.   

The both of you finish your food and get ready for your first class. You walk to the campus together, talking about anything you could think of. You’ve really grown to like Lisa. You’ve now been roommates for 5 months, you being the somewhat silent person and she being the outgoing on. You really always need one of the two between friends, otherwise it won’t work. She takes you out to parties and you make sure she goes to school. You’re always together, having grown a strong bond together.

‘So, still up for some alcohol tonight? How about a bar or something?’, Lisa suggests and you nod. ‘Why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do.’ She looks with exciting eyes at you. ‘Wow, really? Thought you would’ve refused. Do I see a new woman in front of me?’ Lisa takes a step back as she looks at you in awe. You chuckle, lightly punching her shoulder. ‘We don’t have any tests or assignments, so why not? Therewith, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. It’s time’, you confess, carrying a frustrated face. She frowns. ‘How long’, she asks and you hold up 5 fingers. She gasps as she stops her pace beside you. ‘No… I’m so sorry for you. Why didn’t you tell me?’ She puts an arm around you as she still has a worried face, making you huff. ‘Well damn, it’s not something to discuss on a daily basis.’ You look around you to see if anyone has heard your conversation, being slightly embarrassed. You don’t see anyone, except this big guy standing along the sidewalk. He does kind of seem odd to you, but you decide not to pay any attention to him and to continue your walk with your worried friend.

You both arrive at the class, entering as Lisa keeps on asking about your sex life. ‘Lisa stop! I will get laid tonight and I will be okay.’ You stop her ramble. She pouts before agreeing. ‘Okay, but you’re going to have to put my sexy clothes on. A normal skirt wont do it with this mission’, she notes and you scoff. ‘Whatever makes you satisfied’, you say before you let yourself focus on the class, which is just about to start.

‘How does one own such a tight and short dress’, you complain as you walk down the street, trying to pull your dress further down. Lisa holds your arm hooked around hers, pulling you back up. ‘Don’t bend down like that, your boobies will maybe pop out doing that’, she giggles as she shakes her head. You scoff, not liking this outfit only one bit. Yeah, you want to get laid. But like this, it’s kind of cheap and that’s not really what you had in mind. You just want a one-night-stand, but not with some gross dude. He needs to have class and be a gentleman. But knowing Lisa, she doesn’t really mind about that. And there is nothing wrong with that; the girl has needs too. Your standards are just different.

You arrive at the familiar club ‘Le Farceur’, being one of the hottest clubs in the city right now. You often come here, knowing you’d get the optimal club-experience. You’d be surprised how many clubs aren’t great at all. Some clubs have old gross men on the side who keep on looking at you with there old eyes. Others just have awkward young people who don’t know how to party nor to throw one. ‘Le Farceur’ really knows how to do it having: great DJs; cute barmen; great lights and a beautiful dance floor made out of glass. You love the club and you always feel like you walk into another universe.

‘May I get that coat?’ The doorman asks and you nod, giving him exactly that. Lisa also gives her coat to the other man standing a bit further in the hall. You can already hear the music dancing off of the walls. When you take a turn to Lisa, you already see her flirting with that very guy. You don’t know how she does it with that much ease, you simply can’t. You can already hear Lisa say: ‘What makes you different, makes you special.’ Yeah, say that to the girl who will stay alone forever in her little house with her thousand cats.

‘Ready?’, Lisa asks as she approaches you. You nod and the both of you enter the hall. The club is already full with sweaty dancing people. The smokers are fully on and everything looks blurry as you enter the room. Immediately Lisa grabs your hand and pushes through the crowd, trying to find the bar at the other side of the club. The music is loud as you walk through the people. Some people are singing, some are talking with their friends; some are trying to flirt with others. You like this, it’s as if anyone can finally let loose in this room. There are no worries, just maybe the growing feeling that you might throw up because of the many drinks one has taken. No tests, no pressure from school. Just loud music and beautiful people around you.

‘You want the usual?’ Lisa asks and you nod. You look around as Lisa starts ordering. You can see a few familiar faces in the crowd, being people you know from school. You’re not surprised, this is a well-known club. Everyone at the campus talks about it. About people who have hooked up there, or even split up.

‘Here you go, one tequila shot, a lemon and some salt. Let’s go!’ Lisa yells after putting some salt on your hand. You immediately lick it off of your hand, shot the tequila through your throat and put the lemon in your mouth. You frown out of disgust, but then laugh because of the thrill it gives you. Lisa mirrors you exact, making you laugh even more. The both of you do a few more shots before heading to the dance floor, dancing together before Lisa finds a very handsome young man to dance with.

You can feel yourself getting drunk by the second, loosing up and dancing more freely. You let yourself focus on the music, though you don’t know the song.  You don’t really care though.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. A tall guy stands in front of you. You giggle as you take a step closer and you can recognize his face. It’s the guy from this morning, he was standing along the sidewalk. I guess he did hear us talk and probably wants a peace. He looks mysterious, having dark glasses and this black suit on. It’s like he’s straight out of Man In Black. You just know he could take you just the way you’ve needed someone to for the last 5 months. A strong tall guy, maybe even a gentleman.

He now firmly holds your arm, almost painfully as he start dragging you through the crowd. You don’t know how to react, but you’re kind off too drunk to know how. You start pulling on your arm, hoping that the guy will just let go. It’s now that you’re beginning to panic, what does this guy want? Why is nobody stopping this guy? People see me right? They see me getting dragged out of the crowd? Or maybe I’ve done something wrong and is it security trying to escort me out. I just can’t remember myself misbehaving.

You arrive at a door in the corner of the club. The guy has been silent the whole time as you were trying to follow his fast pace through the crowd. You want to be sober so you could try to make sense out of this, but you can’t. You’re stuck being this drunk fuck that’s busy trying to keep her balance.

‘Who are you?’ you manage to get out. The man doesn’t answer and just starts dialing some number beside the door. You figured he is taking you in there. But why? This can’t be something bad, right? People didn’t just let a girl dragged through the club only to get raped. Or do things like this happen this easily? Thinking about it, drunk people don’t really keep an eye on others around them. So it’s possible. You begin to pull harder on your arm, even wiggling in hope that he magically let your arm go. The guy grunts, making the grip on your arm tighter. You let out a small yell out of pain, body falling in each other. You try to stay up, but together with your drunk mind you can’t really keep it that way.

You hear a soft beep and the door in front of you opens. The guy drags you through the door and closes it behind you. He didn’t come along with you; you’re just alone there in this room, that’s what you think at least. You don’t dare to look up; you just look down at your hands, which you can’t quite get focused because of the alcohol that flows through your system. You do notice the room is pinkish and the floor from is wood. Your eyes slowly make their way up and you now see a white carpet on the ground. Something like a sofa is on the end and a little coffee table on the side.

‘He hasn’t hurt you, has he?’ You suddenly hear someone say at the end of the room. Your body shocks by hearing this sudden voice. It does sound familiar, like you’ve heard it somewhere before, but not face-to-face. The voice doesn’t give you a good feeling though. You want to look up, but you’re a bit too dizzy to do so. At this point you don’t really know what’s real anyways.

‘You look weak, I didn’t fucking ask for a weak one’, the person says again, talking in a irritating manner. You frown, still looking down. ‘Then why don’t you fuck off’, you reply, not caring for the words you are using. You slowly sit up, finally finding your balance. You scan the room. You notice how the walls are red, the black ceiling and the golden decorations around the room. At the side you see a pole and you realize this must be some sex-room. At the end you see a big sofa with a man sitting on it. He’s sitting with his legs crossed and his head hiding behind a newspaper. You frown as you start to scan the man. He has a colorful appearance, wearing some form of a suit. You can even see the top of his head, showing a green color or maybe blue? You can’t really see that well, not with the blurry vision thanks to the alcohol. You do see some kind of smoke surrounding the man and when you start to smell, you just know it’s a cigarette.  

‘So you are feisty’, you hear him say with a smug sound. You scoff, trying to prove you’re not scared, but you fucking are. You don’t know what to do, but you do know this man has power.

Then his newspaper goes down and the painted face looks back at you, a cigarette resting on his lips and showing a cocky expression. Your eyes go wide and your heart starts to race a million times faster than it already was. It’s the fucking maniac. The guy you’ve now seen for months upon months, doing terrible things against the nation. It’s the man who has stolen billons of dollars from rich people and not hesitating to make a few kills for it.

He has a dark grin on his face, as he looks you up and down, standing up from the couch in the uncanny manner. You move your body as far as possibly away from him, that being your natural actions. How the fuck did I get in this situation. You try to move further back, but your head still tolls by the alcohol you’ve been drinking merely moments ago. He walks up to you with a fast pace, making you scared. He knows what he is doing and he loves it. He loves to make people scared.

He crouches down beside you and grabs your hair, pulling it back harshly so you look into his eyes. You can hear a soft thud beside your face, being it the cigarette he puts out on the wall you’re pressed up against. His face is very close to you now, his lips hovering above yours and breath hitting against your skin. The smoke is still coming out of his mouth when he starts speaking.

‘I’ve heard you that you are looking for something naughty, my ‘lady ’, he says with a low and dark voice, now letting himself sit down on your lap. You don’t know how to react to this, but your body does the job as you feel a certain warmth stream through you. You feel yourself now breathe much louder and your body wants something, you can feel it. You know the feeling all too well, maybe even loving the adrenaline flowing through your body that goes with it.

No, stop (y/n). It’s just the alcohol. You can’t feel this way towards this ‘man’.

The Joker smirks down at you upon seeing you struggle underneath him. He yanks your hair back ever so slightly, exposing your delicate neck to him. His eyes meet yours, still as dark as they always are, before he reaches down and gently kissing the exposed skin, surprising you with the gently touches. It’s not something you’d expect from such a masterminded criminal like him, the Joker. Your body shakes as you let yourself embrace the tinkling feeling on your skin, which are vastly changing into sloppy kisses and making you moan ever so quietly. Why is he so damn good at this?

‘Let’s see what you’ve got, baby’, he whispers into your ear after parting his lips with your neck, he even had inspected the red skin it had turned to. Suddenly he yanks on your hair as he stands up himself, forcing you to get off the ground. You let out a small whine as you try to follow his forcing moves. He pushes you towards the couch, not so gentle anymore, and bends you over right on that spot. You inhale sharply upon this action, but you don’t fight it for some reason. Your brains are telling you to scream and kick your way out of it, but the alcohol is letting that voice fade into the background together with the pounding noises from outside the wall, where people are still dancing and shouting along the music. The only thing you can focus on now is his groin pressed up against your ass, feeling so thick and long, and the way it makes your body ache for more.  

‘You know what ‘Le Farceur’ stands for baby?’ His hands are finding its way around your butt, tracing soothing circles and making it hard for your knees to stay up. Then, with no warner whatsoever, he pulls his hand up and lets it down with great force against your ass. You let out a small high-pitched moan, making yourself again amazed at the way this man can make you weak like this. You can hear him laugh behind you, cocky that he could make you feel this hot by only slapping you. ‘It stands for ‘the Joker’’, He says, both hands groping you harshly, your body pleading you for more. You lean into him as he does so and you can’t do anything but to plead out your pleasure.

‘F-Fuck daddy.’

You feel another slap on your butt, but this time a bit stronger and with more passion than before. You hiss this time, not feeling any pleasure by that, rather pain. But not the kind of pain you want to run away from. Your arms almost give in by the force of the slap. He grabs your hair again and pulls you up straight against his body, his hard cock pressed up against your butt with more force. You can already taste it on your mouth.

‘who?’ He asks as he moves his hips forcefully against your ass, making your back to arch into him. You love this, you love the way he makes you dripping wet, the way his cock forces its way against your ass and making you hope you didn’t have any panties on.

‘J-Joker’, you reply, almost moaning, as he remains to move against your ass from behind you. You can practically feel the way he smirks behind you, eyes printed on you as he does so. He lets go of your hair slowly, his fingers wondering down. He touches every single feature of yours, beginning from your neck, down to your arms and gently groping you and making you rill all over. His hands grab the soft fabric of your dress and pull the strings over your shoulder. The newly exposed skin are immediately marked with his wet kisses, making you arch into him. You want to be closer to him. He doesn’t react to it, he just continues his way down, letting the dress slowly slide off your body. You feel nervous as he does his action, too much anticipated and wanting him to fuck you already. You even let out a soft whine, hoping he would punish you or anything, but he doesn’t. A mastermind indeed.

When your dress finally hits the ground, only wearing your panties now, you can feel his hands caressing your breasts. You can hear him grunt when he start pinching your nipples, pleasure getting ahead of him as he does so. You hum when he gropes your breasts with more force, pulling you closer against his body and you feel his dick again close against you. He is such a tease, being so slow with you, not fucking you immediately.

‘Patience my baby girl’, He whispers into your ear as he lets go of you. You let out a small noise, feeling so naked and untouched when you don’t feel him against you anymore. You want to turn around, but you can hear a disapproving sound when you almost did. ‘No can do, baby doll. Patience I said’, he instructed and you obeyed. How hot he might be and how much you want him inside of you, he still is one of the biggest criminals. He is still dangerous and you wouldn’t want to get actually hurt by this little game he is playing with you.

You can hear something hitting the ground, some kind of fabric maybe. You don’t really know where he is in the room since the noise from outside is still pounding through the walls, music and talking people getting right through. It makes you even more wet upon knowing he’s about to fuck you so hard while people are right there outside. Oh, you want him to. So badly.

‘Lay down’, you suddenly hear from behind you. You say as you are told, lying down on the sofa in front of you. First you sit down, making eye contact with the man in the room and you are not upset with what you are met with. He is standing in front of you, fully naked. His body is painted with thick caramel-colored muscles, shining under the dim-pink lights around you. His legs look strong and his chest looks so inviting, something you want to have a taste of. His cock is standing strong and proudly, looking so good and delicious. You just know he’s going to fill you up the way you want him to and with that dazzling expression, he is promising he will just do that.

‘You like what you see, don’t you baby?’, He declares as he sees your longing eyes, finally laid down on the sofa. You swallow back your words, knowing you can’t get too excited. You’ve learned your lesson now; you won’t let him tease you that long again. You need him right now and toying with you is definitely not the way to go.

Your eyes are widened when he decides to slowly walk up to you, making your body ache of desire. His muscles move strongly, but still so delicate. You hate the fact that you can’t see his face, though you still find the façade kind of exciting. His eyes still look dark when he finally reaches you, like he is fucking you with them, but not touching you yet. You squirm on your place, trying to calm yourself down and to net get too excited.

In one swift move he had placed himself above your waist, his dick throbbing as you can basically taste him. He is so close, you just have to lean forward and you can just-

‘No no, sweetheart. I’ll guide you’, he says as he pushes you back on your place, making you whine once again. You knew you shouldn’t have whined that much, because suddenly his eyes looked angry, making you shiver. He grabs your hair once again and yanks it back. There flew a shot of pain through your neck, since he has bend your neck over the handrail. You let out a small yell upon feeling that, but before you could say anything was his face already close you yours.

‘Whine fucking once again and I will snap that neck.’ His threat got through to you and you just nod, eyes wide open, as you feel terrified. He sits back on your waist as he suddenly puts a cigarette in his mouth, lightening it with a small lighter. You look at him with awe as he pulls his hair back and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. Though he had just threatened you, you still think he is so beautiful, in some ways.

‘Now, darling. Open wide’, He says as he suddenly closes the gab between you and his cock, his body now placed above you. You open your mouth as far as you could, your hands finding its way to his cock and placing it right in your mouth. You can hair him grunt as you lick his dick wet, making it ready for you to suck on. You begin slowly, making your mouth hallow as you let him enter your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, but still the way it’s so delicious. His hips slowly begin to rock with your movements, making a pace onto your mouth. You can now smell the smoke again and when you look up, you see him exhaling all that smoke out of his lungs.

How can one be so damn hot when smoking?

You begin to suck, making slurping sounds with your mouth as you do so. It’s now that he grabs your hair and starts to moan a little upon feeling your mouth surrounding his cock. You make sure your hands are making rotating movements around his dick while sucking him dry. He feels the urge to go faster, so he starts pulling your head and you let him guide you. His pace is fast and it’s not easy to keep on sucking, so you instead make your mouth hallow again and let him go as deep as he wants. He loved that move and immediately makes use of it.

‘Yes baby, let me fuck that mouth hmm’, he grunts as he rocks his dick as far as he could into your throat. You make gagging sounds and you have to gasp for air, but somehow that makes him hornier and he only goes faster by it. You don’t really care about it, you want him to abuse your mouth like this.

‘Fuck I need that pussy.’ He thrusts his dick as far as he could into your mouth for the last time, staying there for a few seconds, making your gasp as you almost past out for air before releasing you. You lay back as you have to come to your senses for a few seconds and look back up, seeing his cocky face with his dark eyes. He again blows out some smoke as he had just taken an inhale from that cigarette. It makes you frown in the haste of the moment, thinking of how bad smoking is. But it occurred to you that he isn’t a healthy man and that a cigarette is probably the least of his problems.

He puts the cigarette down on the edge of the coffee table beside the sofa. You look at him, anticipating on his next actions.

He grabs your hips and lays you on your belly in one swift move. He then pulls your hips up, leveling with his cock. He starts dragging his cock against your damp panties, which you sadly are still wearing. Your body leans into the touch and you start to wiggle your ass, hoping he would feel more tempted to fuck you. Instead he lets his hand fall down on your butt with a great force, making you exhale sharply and feeling the way your skin burns under his touch. If anything, that made you want him even more. You could never find a better sex partner than him.

‘P-Please’, you breathe out, arching yourself into him again. He presses his dick further up against you, rubbing up and down. ‘Please what, my princess’, he asks and you immediately reply. ‘Please… Joker’

He suddenly pulls your panties to the side and you are met with something other than his dick. You can feel his tongue gliding between your folds, licking up and down. Your body sinks down and your ass perks up, wanting him to hit certain spots. He finds your clit with ease and his hand begins to toy with the little nub, making circular motions. You moan into the sofa as he finally gives you the relieve you’ve been searching. He even ads another finger into the mix, inserting it into your hole. His fingers a tall and thick as it moves through your insides, hitting al the right spots when hit curls inside of you. Nobody has ever known to pleasure you like this, not even once.

Through all of this he hasn’t stopped to taste you and even groan when he does so. He seems to enjoy you so much; he has never felt such passion with anyone before. Nobody ever really wants to fuck him, he is the Joker nonetheless. They are always afraid of him; so he often has to force them, really, and after that probably kill these women. But you, you have the same kind of crazy mind like he has. The way you want to stay good, but for him you’d do everything. His little slut. And no way he will throw that away. He will keep you, his own little whore to enjoy.

Your body begins to shake as he keeps on pleasuring you and you feel great heath rising in you. You can’t help yourself but to reach behind you and grab his hair, you need to hold something. In return, he grabs that hand and forces it down beside you and pushing your ass way further back so he can insert his tongue into you. Out of pleasure, you begin to moan loudly, calling his name multiple times. He keeps on thrusting into you and rubbing your clit when you finally come, the heath finally bursting out of you and leaving you breathless on that sofa.

You can feel his eyes on your back, probably smirking for the thousandth time as he sees you laying there, body still weak as you’ve just cum. That rest didn’t take long as he turns you back on your back and pulling your legs upwards, hooking them on his shoulders. You look up into his eyes, still breathing loudly as you do so. He looks back in yours, an uncanny grin on his face as his cigarette is back in his mouth. He blows some smoke out into your face, making you cough slightly. His grin turns into a small laugh upon seeing you like this, taking another inhale before taking out the cigarette and connecting your lips.

You inhale the smoke into your lungs as he kisses you with all the passion he has to offer. Your tongues immediately connect an you again can feel his cock pushing up against your entrance, making your inhale against his lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue as he slowly rocks his hips up and down, feeling your wetness against him. He grunts and his breath begins to make a pace. He makes one swift move, putting his cigarette back down before saying: ‘You really are one special slut, aren’t you my love?’

With that he suddenly thrusts his cock inside of you, breaking your lips apart as you inhale sharply. The pain shoots through your body, not being used to his size and also not having had sex for a couple of months. You grab his arms out of discomfort, nails digging into his flesh and making him his too. He stops moving by that as he looks at you, expression filled with passion, though you can’t see it since your eyes are tightly closed in pain.

‘Easy baby doll, relax’, he says, leaning down to your ear. He slowly starts kissing you on that spot, trying to make you focus on his lips and not on the pain that shoots through you. Like magic, you can only focus on his kisses and you start to hum in enjoyment. You thought he wouldn’t stop for you to adjust, but he does. That isn’t something the ‘Joker’ would do, is what you thought. Maybe he is just a big softy from the inside?

As his kisses become rougher, his hips slowly start to move, at first a bit rough, but slowly better and better. You begin to moan against his shoulders as his pace goes faster with the second, eyes frowning by the pleasure it is bringing you. Your arms find their way around his neck as you try to get him closer to you, smelling his scent and savoring it in your memories. God, you hope you can remember this tomorrow.

His pace has gone up again and is now pounding into you, skin making loud noises against each other in the room. Your moans are just as loudly heard, slipping through your lips when you are not kissing his neck. You love the way his body is so close to you, how he feels so good and big inside of you. He fills you up better than you’d thought he would. Everything is better than you’d thought, he is the perfect man. He knows just the right ways to please you, like how he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Damn Joker, you look like a criminal but fuck like a goddamn god.

‘Fuck, you are so tight and so good. So well behaved, my little doll’, he mutters under his breath as he grabs your throat, putting a soft pressure on it. You feel the way your air ways are getting blocked until you can barely breath and you can’t help yourself but to moan. You want him to own you like this, to make you his slut. ‘Such a fucking freak.’ His eyes are so dark as he leans down to kiss you again, hand still on your throat and hips slamming into yours. You don’t know what to do with yourself as the pleasure rushes through you, heath again growing inside of you.

It’s then that he pulls out of you, making you pout as he does so. He smirks down at you before he grabs your legs and unhooking them from his shoulders. He sits down on the couch, legs spread widely as he grabs his still-lightened cigarette from the little coffee table. He takes another inhale before exhaling again, letting the smoke wander into the room. You look at him in awe as you sit right up, admiring his looks again. His silhouette looks so beautiful from this angle and the smoke seems to almost dance around him.

‘Take a seat, darling.’ He really loves naming you things and it always seems to work on you, since you get wetter every time. You do as he tells you and sit on his lap. He looks up at you, silent as he observes every single detail of your face, taking a few smokes a he does so. He then leans in to slowly lick your breast, making circular movements around your nipple. You hum in pleasure as you push your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on it until you can’t get any fuller. He grunts against your breasts, loving the feeling of you around him.

You move your hips up and down, slowly building up. He keeps on looking at you as he takes his inhales from his cigarettes, making you feel enchanted by his state of being. He does it just so well.

He puts his cigarette down again and starts to move with your hips, making a faster pace. You now are breathing loudly again as your body works hard to keep the pace that he wants and you can’t help but moan loudly because of it. He grabs your hips as he bounces you up and down his dick, making wet noises with your pussy rushing against his skin. He seems to love the noise as he keeps on trying to go harder into you. You pull your head back as you get lost in the pleasure he is giving you, body slightly beginning to tremble as the heath slowly grows into you. It only takes a few hard strokes for you to cum even harder than the last time. Your pussy clenches by the feeling and your body twitches, as you can’t help but to fall into his arms. He holds you, but doesn’t lose his pace as he also finds his own high. He makes a few hard thrusts as he suddenly comes into you, dick buried deep inside of you as he does so.

You both breathe loudly as you lay on top of him. He holds you tightly against his body when he still makes the last few strokes inside of you. He wants to burry that cum very deep inside of you, you’re his and that’s where his cum should be too.

‘Crazy girl’, he breathes out into your neck and you can’t help but to chuckle at that. You’ve just fucked the Joker, the person you basically hated. But you couldn’t get enough of him, though he might be a criminal. This must be some Stockholm syndrome or something.

‘You’re now mine, baby girl.’

Your eyes widen for a second, but then you realize that you probably don’t have a choice. He’s one of the bad guys and is probably the best one there is. You don’t have any input in this. That’s what you tell yourself at least. What’s really going on is, he fucks well and he feels good with you. You know it’s not good for wanting him, but it’s the plain truth and you actually don’t give a shit about it anymore. 

‘You will live with me, you don’t have to do anything but to fuck with me like a good girl’, he says before leaving small kisses on your neck. You hum by the feeling, again tingling your neck. ‘I don’t care, as long as I stay with you’, you answer and he huffs. ‘You really are my crazy doll, aren’t you?’

He hooks your legs around his waist, dick still buried inside of you and standing up. You cling close to him, as he seems to walk to a wall, pinning you up against it and pounding a few times into you, making you moan by the similar sensation. Then he continues his walk towards some door and opens it without hesitation, you still clinging onto him. A man is standing there, the same man who had brought you into this room. You widen your eyes and you try to hide yourself, but instead you only hear the Joker chuckle. 

‘We’ll be staying here for a couple of hours, get it done’, he says to the man before closing the door again. He lets you slowly slide down, his dick now out of you as he pins you to the door, which has been closed. He looks deep into your eyes with a small smile, looking like a different person.

‘Cause I’ve finally found my soulmate.’

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It was three days after the full moon, explaining why it still was shining so brightly in the night sky, even giving shadows to the trees. You had been standing on top of a small hill for a while now, shivering from the fresh wind blowing through the leaves every once in a while. 

Suddenly, a noise. Something moved, running right in front of you, you didn’t follow it, too concentrated on what was chasing it. And finally, you had it; the perfect sight to shoot. Not waiting one more second, you pulled the trigger provoking an explosion of lightings with a deafening boom.  The creature fell on the ground, temporarily blinded. You shoot again, with a silver bullet this time. 

You touched its shoulder. Unhappy that you hadn’t killed it on the first try, you made your way down the hill, confident that you didn’t risk anything since the creature was blinded and wounded now. Once you were closer, you shoot again but missed, not expecting it to stand back up as quickly and attacking you. You fell down in surprise when it rushed your way, lifting your gun, ready to shoot between its two glowing eyes but before you could even pull the trigger, a werewolf jumped from behind you, attacking a monster twice as big as he was. 

He fought against it, bravely. The creature seemed to realize that it was too weak to keep up and instead of continuing to fight, it ran away. Like a coward. You didn’t get up but backed away a little. The werewolf turned around to look at you, still partially transformed, his yellow eyes glowing. He was a beta. 

He walked towards you, offering you a hand but you pointed your gun at him, warning him to keep his distances. He lifted his hands up, trying to convince you that he wasn’t going to attack you but his fangs and his claws tended to send the opposite message. You heard him whispering things to himself. Great, a crazywerewolf. 

You tried to take the opportunity to run away while he had his eyes fixed on the ground, repeating the same sentences over and over again. 

“Wait !” He exclaimed, noticing that you were leaving. 

You tried to walk faster but felt him close so you turned around, your gun immediately pressed on his forehead. 

“Do you want me to kill you ?” You asked him, as threateningly as you could. 

“N-no…” He stuttered, trying to look at the gun between his two eyes, lifting his hands up again. 

That’s when you noticed he had taken his human form again. He seemed familiar. Veryfamiliar. 

“Then stay away from me.” You demanded, still trying to sound menacing. 

He immediately took two steps back, looking more terrified by you than he was by the monster who had just chased him through the forest. 

“I-I wanted to thank you for helping me.” 

“Well, you weren’t the thing I was hunting for so…” You said, with a shrug, finally putting your gun back down but keeping it in your hand. 

“You’re a hunter.” He remarked, as if it wasn’t obvious. 

“And you are the baby beta.” You retorted, turning your back on him and walking away. 

“The baby beta ?” He asked, a bit upset by the words. 

“Yeah, the newbie in Scott’s friendly vegan pack.” 

He seemed even more confused by that sentence. 

“I-I saved your life too !” He exclaimed, following you, trying to prove he wasn’t such a baby werewolf. 

“No, you didn’t.” You replied, as if that was the dumbest thing you had ever heard. “You made me miss my target and now I’m going home empty handed.” 

He didn’t know what else to say so he stopped walking, staring at you until you disappeared behind the hill, reaching your car and going home, a bit upset that you still hadn’t killed that thing. 

The next day you were at school like the normal person you were pretending to be. It was Beacon Hills. The town was full of people who were pretending to be something that they weren’t: normal. 

The minute you left the parking lot, you felt someone staring at you from miles away. You looked around, seeing the new beta standing in a circle with his pack between two buses. You kept walking in direction of the doors. 

Not even a minute later, you heard someone running behind you and you sighed, unable to pull out your gun this time, you were in public. 

“If you blow my cover, I’ll blow yours.” You threatened, turning around to face Liam. 

“That’s not in my plans…” He replied, surprised. 

“Good.” You said, more softly. “I’m sure you barely have one anyway, you look like the kind of werewolf that smells from miles and miles away.” 

You turned around and kept walking to class, trying to suppress a laughter when you glanced behind and saw the beta sniffing his own self. 

You entered the hall, walked a bit before hearing the rushed footsteps again. You weren’t expecting him to grab your arm and it took you a lot of self control to not krav maga him to the floor. He pulled you inside the nearest room. The one in which the Lacrosse players and some other hunky guys trained. 

“Look, if I was a baby beta, would I be able to do this ?” He asked, before proudly lifting a heavy dumbbell over his head. 

So that’s what it was all about…

“Actually yes, it’s when you are freshly turned that you are the strongest, everyone knows that.” You replied, crossing your arms on your chest. 

“Oh yeah ? What about that ?” He said, not letting himself get discouraged. 

He put the dumbbell down and walked to the suspended bars, lifting his body up by the strength of his arms. He glanced at you, sure that you were going to be impressed. 

You laughed and imitated him, lifting yourself up with yours arms, on the bar right beside him. He was the one impressed but he quickly tried to hide it, falling back on his legs and starting to do push ups on the floor. 

Once again, you followed him, even though you weren’t really prepared for a workout, especially not that early in the morning but seeing him get offended every time you were able to do what he did was hilarious. 

“Liam, what are you trying to prove ?” You finally asked him, seeing him overload the barbell before lying down on the bench underneath it. 

You were pretty sure that he was going to get hurt so it was time to stop playing that game. 

“That you have no reason to call me ababywerwolf.”

“Whatever you do, that’s how I am going to call you now that I know you don’t like it.” You answered, with a shrug. 

He gave you his darkest look before trying to move the barbell. He got it on his chest, lifted it up a bit but not enough to be able to put it back at its place. You watched him try for a few seconds before finally helping him and putting it back, with his help because it was indeed too heavy.  

He sat down, out of breath. 

“How are you so strong ?!” He asked but you didn’t reply, not impressed by his strength but by his tenacity. “I guess you just earned the right to call me however you want.” 

“Good cause I was thinking about cute puppy as well.” You smirked, proud of your victory. 

“Great, even better… Wait. You think I’m cute ?” He acknowledged, suddenly making you realize what you just said. 

“No…” You replied, with yet another casual shrug. 

“Yes you did! You called me cute puppy !” He exclaimed, a bit too happily, getting up. 

“No. Shut up Dunbar !” 

He was ruining your victory with his and you were trying not to blush, staring at the floor rather than looking at him. 

“(Y/N) thinks I’m cute !” He shouted, so proudly. 

“Now you are acting childish.” You remarked, trying to stay stoical but you couldn’t help but laugh when he did a little victory dance. 

“What does it change ? You keep calling me baby anyway” 

“Baby beta.” You corrected him. 

“Whatever. You think I’m cute.”  

“Stop it.” 

“Never, now that I know you don’t like it.” He answered, cunningly. 

He won, you couldn’t deny it. 

“Don’t make me pull my dagger out.” You playfully threatened. 

“I don’t think that you are that dangerous when you come to school…” He replied, not believing you about the daggers. 

“Oh really ?” 

You pulled your lose shirt up, revealing the two daggers hanging to your belt. 

“And I keep emergency bullets here.” You added, throwing your shirt on the bench to show him the three silver bullets that you kept in your bra. 

He was speechless. But not just because of the weapons you were carrying with you… 

He had lost his proud grin. Instead, he was looking at you with an expression between astonishment and desire. He stepped closer, slowly, as if he was allowing you to pull your daggers out if you wanted him to stay away from you like you had told him to… But you were more than pleased to see him approach this time. 

You took the last step separating your bodies and kissed him hard, your hands on his arms as if you were trying to get him even closer. He kissed you back, his hands on your naked lower back. That wasn’t how you had expected the situation to turn but you definitely liked the way it took when he pushed you back with his body until you felt the wall touching your skin. 

He kept kissing you, pressing his body against yours. Your hands slipped under his shirt, touching his muscles before deciding to make him take it off so that you could have a better view. 

You moved your hands to his pants, slowly unbuttoning them while your mouths kept lusting for each other. You pulled his trunks down, enough to free his erection. You took it in your hands, moving them around it. He was already hard for you. 

You stepped away to get your bag from where you had left it, finding a condom in the pocket. You put it back on the floor and felt hands grabbing you by the waist, pulling your pants down, taking your belt of daggers off and taking the condom from your hand while wet kisses were applied on your neck and shoulders at a furious pace. 

You felt Liam’s body moving, putting the condom on but you stayed with your back turned to him, enjoying it that way. He moved your hair to the side, getting back to his wet kisses, making sure your body was pressed against him and that you could feel his hard erection against your lower back. 

You moved and reached the barbell, holding it with both hands and slightly bent over it as he made you part your legs a little more before using one hand to guide his length inside you. 

He seemed to hit the perfect spot right away, slowly moving back and forth, leisurely building a sensation of intense pleasure deeply inside you. You breathed heavily, not wanting him to ever stop but wanting to reach your climax quickly at the same time. 

He didn’t need to go at a fast pace to send waves of pleasure through your body. He kept his hands on your hips, firmly holding you. You moved your body at his pace, increasing the thrill. It was so slow, so untroubled and yet so pleasurable, you wanted it to last forever. You sighed in satisfaction, abandoning yourself to him. He kept that pace for a moment longer. 

When he finally thrusted faster in you, you were ready for it, already feeling your body tensing up while he started panting behind you. You tried to suppress the moans that wanted to escape your lips so badly, remembering that you weren’t alone in the building. 

Your muscles stiffened, you felt your inside getting tighter around him and took a big breath, trying to stay on your feet while pleasure was taking over you. He came with a muffled moan, burying his face in your hair while he slowed down again, finally allowing you to remember your name. 

He pulled himself out of you, planting one final kiss on your neck. 

“I probably should tell you something.” You started, turning around to face him, pulling your pants back up before he handed you your shirt and started getting dressed too. 

He looked at you with a serious expression and you knew that you had his full attention. 

“I might be a babyhunter…” 

The words made him smile but that was because he didn’t understand what you meant. 

“Not like I’m a new hunter, although I am… I hunt for new creatures. I kill them before they go kill innocent people.” 

His smile faded and he looked at you differently, still unsure of what you were saying. Were you a danger to him ? 

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You opened your eyes with difficulty, not seeing clearly for a minute. Your head was spinning and your entire body seemed paralyzed. You were lying down on a cold surface, your hands were tied together. You couldn’t tell where you were, even when your sight got back to normal. It looked like an industrial basement, with a metallic fence and pipes all over the ceiling. You were freezing cold, but your body wasn’t even capable of shaking, if you weren’t able to see it, you would be wondering if it was still there.

There was a loud buzzing all around you, like intense electricity was running somewhere. You focused with all your might on moving your hands, on trying to get up or at least sit to see better but nothing was moving. What was going on ? And how did you even get here in the first place ?

Your memories weren’t clear, it almost gave you a headache when you forced yourself to remember. Theo…

Theo was the last person you had seen. He was with you when the dread doctors arrived… Did he not try to protect you from them ? Was he the one who brought you here and tied you up ? As much as you wanted to believe in his innocence and that he was a good guy after all, it still wouldn’t surprise you if he was responsible for this.

You heard some noises, as if someone was walking on the floor above your head. You wanted to scream for help, but the word only came out in a hoarse whisper. You felt a pain in your chest… You were terrified. What was going to happen to you now ? What if nobody found you here ?

You heard a louder noise, closer to you this time, like a metallic door being opened. You saw a shadow, approaching from behind the fence.

You saw the silhouette, putting both hands on the fence, wanting to open it. Not even a second later, their body was shaken by a violent load of electricity, throwing them back on the ground with an explosion of sparks. Whoever it was, they didn’t seem to know the place, otherwise they would have known that the fence was electrified…

They got back up, unsteady on their feet at first but you heard a growl and saw some glowing yellow eyes in the dark. It was a werewolf, and he was determined to come for you.

The fence lit up with electricty sparks, so bright that you had to close your eyes to not be blinded. You heard another growl that made the ground shake and suddenly a metallic breaking noise resounded.

You opened your eyes again and saw Theo, trying to keep his balance while walking towards you.

“Theo.” You whispered, not sure if his presence was a good thing or not.

“Are you hurt ?” He asked you, truly worried, while quickly untying your hands.  

“I-I can’t feel anything.” You answered, able to speak a little louder.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” He promised you, moving your legs to the side of the table you were lying on.

Suddenly, the faint neon lights hanging to the ceiling started trembling, the buzzing sound intensifying.

“It’s them!” You trembled, the heavy atmosphere triggering your memories.

The dread doctors. You had already seen them, they were frightening, but when the three of them were around you earlier, you were pretty sure you had fainted from sheer terror.

“It’s them, leave! Go!” You told Theo, finally able to speak in your normal voice.

“Not without you.” He stated, ready to carry you.

That’s when they entered the room, all three of them, with their horrifying masks on. Moving slowly but surely in your direction.

“Theo… Go.” You whispered, one last time, tears rolling down your cheeks.

He simply shook his head, his eyes fixed on the doctors. You could tell he was trying hard to not show how scared he really was.

“The procedure wasn’t completed.” The cold, robotic like, voice of the doctor standing in the center said.

“Good!” Theo yelled at them, faking confidence as hard as he could. “I told you to not touch her! Ever! I commanded you to leave her alone!”

He spoke with rage in his voice, eyes glistening with fear while his claws and fangs grew out… As if he had any chances against them.

The doctors didn’t answer anything. He stared at them with anger. Was it true ? Was he really the one commanding them ? But if he was… What were you doing here ? And why was he trying to save you ?

With a hand gesture, the doctor dismissed him. All three of them turning around to go back to where they came from. Was it really going to be that easy ?

“Let’s go.” Theo said, seemingly asking himself the exact same question.

He took you in his arms and carried you out through the fence he had ripped off. He climbed some stairs and walked in a large, empty, industrial building. His car was waiting outside. He quickly set you on the backseat before driving away at full speed.

You still couldn’t move anything else than your head. Why couldn’t you move ? Was this a permanent condition ?

“Focus on your muscles, imagine yourself moving.” Theo told you, as if he could read your mind.

“Easier said than done.” You bitterly replied, panicking in the inside.

You were lying down on the seats, unable to see where he was driving you but you were pretty sure nothing could be worst than being paralyzed with the dread doctors all around, wondering what they were going to do to you.

“It’s Kanima venom, they used that on me too.”

“H-How long have I been there ?” You asked him, realizing you still were in your pajamas.

“All day long.”

You tried to look through the window, seeing nothing but the night sky and the street lights flashing in the car as he drove passed them, fast.

“How did you find me that quickly ?”

He didn’t answer anything, probably thinking that staying silent was better than lying to you.

“Did you know where they were this whole time ?” You kept questioning him.

He didn’t answer to that either. Stiles kept warning you about him, and you felt something was wrong about him too. He even admitted that he was up to no good and yet, you still wouldn’t listen… What is it with girls, thinking that they are going to be able to turn a bad guy into a good one ?

“Are you the one responsible for all these innocent people dying ?” You asked, your voice breaking when a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I’m not. It wasn’t me, it was them…” He finally defended himself.

“Are you not the one commanding them ?”

You took his silence for another positive reply. You didn’t want to stay with him, especially when you couldn’t move, it made you feel too vulnerable. You put all your might into moving and eventually, you saw your hands slowly unclench, starting to feel the numbness of your body.

He slowed down and the motor stopped. He got out and opened the door in front of you, pulling your arms to help you sit down.

“Where are we ?” You asked, unable to recognize the street in the dark.

“At my house. Let’s go in, I’ll take care of the cuts on your arms.” He answered, wanting to force you out but you resisted with all your strength.

“I want to go home.” You told him, your legs starting to shake.

“Yes, I’ll drive you back but I need to take care of the cuts first.”

You didn’t answer anything, unsure whether you could trust him or not.

“Please, don’t be scared…” He said, probably sensing your emotions. “My parents are home, if that can reassure you.”

You looked more carefully at the house, seeing a light through the window and a gray family car in the driveway, proving that he was saying the truth.

You finally agreed to move, following him to the doorstep. You stepped inside, directly near the living room, where a man and a woman were sitting, looking at you with concern. You probably looked like a mess. What were they going to think of you, seeing you arrive in their house in your damaged pajamas ?

“Hi.” You greeted them, unsure of what to say now that Theo had disappeared somewhere, without a word for his parents. “I-I got lost. In the woods.”

“In your pajamas ?” Mr. Raeken asked, raising an eyebrow and earning a reproving look from his wife.

“I’m… I’m a sleepwalker.” You replied.

It didn’t seem to convince neither of them but before anyone could add anything, Theo got back to you with a small, red first aid kit.

“The bandages are in the basement.” He told you, asking you to follow him with a head gesture, still totally ignoring his parents.

“Well… It was nice meeting you.” You told them, deciding to show more manners than their son, before following him to a door.

He opened it for you and you took a step down the stairs before stopping, hearing the faint voice of his mother, whispering;

“What is he going to do to her ?”

Theo closed the door before you could hear anything else and turned on the light. Instead of seeing a room full of weapon or dead bodies like you were almost expecting to, you were surprised to find yourself in an absolutely normal basement, with a washing machine, shelves filled with food cans and paint material and boxes on the floor, remaining unopened since they had moved back in town.

He went to a shelf and found the bandages he was talking about. You felt reassured. He walked back to you and, without a word, lifted you up to help you sit down on the washing machine.

He cleaned the cuts with alcohol. You winced from the burning sensation but kept your eyes fixed on him, watching him as if he could suddenly decide that he might as well rip your arm off with his teeth. But he took good care of you, you noticed that he even was careful to not be too rough with you.

“You can spend the night here if you are too scared.” He suggested, moving to care for your other arm. “Unless it’s of me that you are scared of.”

“I’m not scared of you.” You replied, almost mechanically.

He smiled, focusing on his task while you kept attentively watching him. He noticed and his clear eyes met yours for a few seconds. 

Your mind and your heart were at war, but both seemed to be losing against something you couldn’t quite understand yet.

 Why were you so obsessed by putting a good or a bad label on him anyway ? Maybe it couldn’t be all black or all white. Maybe you should just satisfy yourself with grey for a while. 

Once he was done, he stepped back again, standing in front of you with an expression you would have defined as tenderness if you weren’t suspicious that he was just faking it. You felt his hand softly pressing on your cheek and, once again, you looked into his eyes. 

“Can you feel this ?” He asked you, while gently caressing your skin, down to your neck. 

“Yes… Why ?” 

“Sometimes Kanima venom doesn’t only paralyze you but can also desensitize you.” He explained, and it seemed serious. 

He left his hand on your neck for a while, his thumb brushing against your skin a few times before he slowly moved again, reaching your chin before going down. You felt his fingers slipping under the collar of your shirt, caressing your skin while bringing the fabric down as low as he could without tearing it apart. 

That was it. Those simple touches were enough to awaken your feelings for him again. It wasn’t even a desire anymore, at this point, it was a need, something you couldn’t explain. 

Maybe it was the same kind of strange love that attracts the moth to the flame that is going to kill it. You knew it wasn’t a good idea but you couldn’t help it, it was stronger than you. 

You leaned towards him, reaching for his lips and kissed him. The tenderness you put into it surprised you as much as it surprised him. 

“I wanted to make sure that I could feel that too.” You said, when you moved back. 

He smiled but didn’t answer anything, stepping so close that you were forced to open up your legs for him. He pressed a kiss against your ear before speaking in a whisper:

“Did you feel this ?” 

You laughed and before you could even answer anything, he planted a light kiss on your neck. 

“And that ?” He asked, the warmth of his breath hitting your skin. 

He moved a little and left another one on your skin while you felt his hands on both of your knees, slowly making their way up to your thighs. He went to the other side of your neck and left a longer kiss there. You slightly tilted your head, inviting him to start again and he did, covering your skin in kisses while his hands got to your hips. He left one there while the other traveled to your stomach and finally slipped under the elastic of your pants, repeating the same action once it had reached your panties. 

You sighed with expectation, his kisses getting wetter and hurried. 

“Can you feel this ?” He asked, directly pushing a finger inside you. 

“Yes…” You replied, glad to find his lips briefly pressing on yours again. 

“This ?” He continued, entering you with a second one. 

“Yes.”

“And what about that ?” He inquired, when he bent them inside you before pulling them back and then pushing them back in. 

The only answer that left your lips was a deep breath. 

You opened up your legs wider, inviting him even deeper in. You felt his thumb applying pressure on your clit while he kept moving his fingers, kissing you again but it didn’t take long until you had to move away and gasp for air. You gripped his arm with both hands, making sure that he wouldn’t just stop here and resumed the kiss. 

His back and forth motions quickly got faster and you left out a moan. You probably should have been more careful, knowing that his parents were just upstairs but you couldn’t help it and an even louder one escaped your mouth. 

The pace of his fingers increased even more, making you throw your head back with another moan of pleasure. 

“Leave some for me.” He asked you, immediately leaving you, just when you were so close. 

You looked at him while he pulled his shirt off, eagerly bringing his pants down and freeing his hard member. You jumped down the washing machine, making it easier for him to pull your pajama pants and panties to the ground. 

His hands under your thighs, he lifted you up again and you were expecting to be seated again but instead, he slowly walked you to the opposite side of the room. 

You decided to take your shirt off and you threw it on the floor, being as naked as he was for the first time. 

“I thought that it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.” He recalled, with a smirk. 

“And I thought I could control myself…” You replied, roughly pressing your lips on his as if you could never get enough of it. 

He pressed your naked back against the cold concrete wall and, holding yourself to his shoulders, he let go of one hand to guide himself inside of you. 

He entered you and you gasped again, he felt so much bigger in comparison of his fingers. His hand found its place back behind your thigh and he started thrusting in you, at a steady pace at first. 

You didn’t want to get there too quickly but you couldn’t help it, as soon as he started going faster, you felt close again. Instead of a moan, you said his name and it seemed to motivate him to give even harder thrusts into you. 

Satisfied with the result, you decided to say it again and the reaction was immediate. He pushed himself inside you faster, almost angrily, and you held yourself to the side of the shelf beside you with one hand, trying to keep up with his pace that kept increasing. 

You moaned loudly, almost hoping that his parents would hear you this time. He growled and you weren’t sure if it meant that he wanted you to keep quiet or if he was getting as close as you were. 

Some things fell off the shelf but neither of you cared, your muscles starting to contract at this very moment. This time you were sure of it, the venom didn’t have any effect on you anymore, you could feel everything and it was so good that it quickly sent you off with the loudest moan while he kept going as if nothing was happening. 

Your climax seemed to last forever and he seemed unstoppable until finally, he released himself inside of you and started slowing down. 

He gave you the final thrust and pulled out of you, letting you touch the ground and going back to his clothes without even looking at you. You had a bad feeling about this. He seemed totally distant suddenly… Was he regretting what he had just did with you ? Did he not enjoy it as much as you did ? 

He threw your clothes at you and you caught them, quickly getting dressed before he walked back to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. 

He looked at you with a sorry expression and your heart started beating faster, it was the kind of expression that you had never seen on him before, it seemed sincere but somehow, you knew that what was coming next wasn’t going to be good at all. 

You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t speak a word until he had reached the stairs. 

“I’m sorry… I can take the risk of you telling Scott or Stiles.” He said and you looked at him with confusion, following him up the stairs but he closed the door behind him before you could reach it. 

You tried to open it but it didn’t move. 

“Theo ?” You called, calmly at first.

No answer. You felt your stomach tighten. You furiously knocked on the door, finally understanding, but even with all the noise that you made, his parents didn’t come to your rescue either. 

After being captured by the dread doctors, you were now Theo’s prisoner, locked up in his basement. 

To be continued… 

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♪♫  War of Hearts - Ruelle ♫♪

☾Come to me in the night hours, I will wait for you… 
I can’t help but be wrong in the dark cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.☽ 

(Part 1 ) - ( Part 3 ) - ( Part 4) 

Author’s note: Written with what I know of Theo as far as in ep. 5x08 Ouroboros. (Which means really not much…)  (Yes I know, I’m so late, I haven’t even watched the end of 5A yet!) 

It was yet another night that you had spent alone in your home. Not that you were complaining, it was nice to have a break from supernatural problems and fighting best friends from time to times. 

You turned the TV off, getting up and walking to your bedroom when you remembered that the trash was still waiting for you in the kitchen. You loudly sighed and came back on your footsteps. 

Once the garbage bag was ready, you put your coat over your pajama and went out. You threw the bag in the bin and turned around with a shiver. It was dark outside and the street light in front of where you lived wasn’t working anymore. 

You heard a soft growl behind you. You looked and were surprised to see a black dog, coming out of the shadows. You were so used to werewolves and supernatural creatures now, it seemed strange to see a real dog in front of you. 

“Hey, puppy.” You greeted

It stepped closer to you, entering the driveway. It was a fully grown up dog, with intense dark fur. Its breed was similar to a wolf… But it couldn’t be one, there are no wolves in California. 

“Are you lost ?” You asked the dog, as if he was going to answer you.

He was staring at you and it almost made you feel uncomfortable. 

“Come here.” You called, bending down, hoping to find its name and address on its collar, if it even had one. 

Instead of getting closer, the dog took some steps back and before you even realized what was happening to it, you saw someone stepping out of the shadow. 

“Theo?!” You exclaimed, getting straight back up. “H-How… I thought only Scott could… How did you…You are naked.” 

You tried to look away, giving him some time to cover himself up but he didn’t even try to hide. 

“What ?” He asked, amused. “It’s not like you had never seen it before.” 

“I-I have neighbors!” You replied, blushing. “What are you doing here ?”  

You tried to keep your eyes fixed on the broken street light, hoping that no one would have the idea of looking through their window just when you were talking to a naked guy, on the street, in the middle of the night. You knew it wasn’t a good idea that he had seen where you lived… Especially if he was planning on showing up naked like that. 

“I was tracking a Wendigo… It led me here.” He casually explained. 

“Do you think it’s me ?” You asked him, surprised. 

“No. It’s your neighbor.” 

You quickly glanced at him to see in which direction he was looking. He pointed to the house on the left, confident. But you started laughing and he seemed confused. 

“Mrs Dawson is at least 90 years old, and you think she’s a flesh eating monster ?” 

“Her or someone who lives with her…” He answered, a little less assured. 

“She lives alone. No one ever visits her apart from people of the neighborhood.” 

He was going to answer something but his eyes were caught by something, forcing you to turn around again to take a look at the house. You saw the old lady in question, standing in her doorway with a barely working flashlight pointed on you. 

“I heard some voices. Are you alright ?” She yelled, and you were pretty sure that you could see her shaking from where you were standing. “Should I call the sheriff ?” 

“No it’s fine! It’s just… A friend.” You yelled back, trying to be loud enough for her to hear you but to not wake up the entire street. 

“Yeah. It’s her.” Theo stated, confidently. 

You laughed again as the old lady, slowly, got back into her house. He had to be joking. 

“Come on, tell me why you really are here.” You asked him, still giggling. 

“Because of the Wendigo.” He affirmed, as if your question was the silliest he had ever heard. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

You felt a bit disappointed. Even if you still didn’t feel like he could be trusted, even if he still scared you a little, you were hoping he was here for you. You had spent a night with him, and he never texted or called you since. Not once. But he made sure to tell everyone what had happened between you two, and particularly detailed it for Stiles. 

You saw a light appear at the window of the house across the street. The people living there unfortunately didn’t have an eyesight as bad as Mrs. Dawson. 

“Let’s go inside, before someone sees you and doesn’t actually ask before calling the Sheriff station.”  

He didn’t complain and followed you inside. You closed the door behind him, being reminded once again that he was completely naked and you had to battle with yourself to look away. 

“How long has she been living here ?” He asked, taking a look at your living room. 

“Since as far as I can remember…” 

“Then I guess she doesn’t hunt in the neighborhood. Maybe she isn’t even the one getting her own food.” 

“We’re talking about a lady who sometimes asks me to mix her meals because she has no teeth left.” You replied, still convinced it was nonsense. 

“They’re good at covering up. If they didn’t smell like death you wouldn’t even know what they really are.” 

“Right.” 

He turned around to stare straight into your eyes with that hypnotizing gaze that always worked so well on you and you were left unable to look away. 

“Why don’t you believe me ?” 

“Because I don’t think that you care enough to be worried about a Wendigo living next to me.” You tried to explain. 

“Who said I didn’t care ?” He asked, slightly confused. 

“… All the texts you haven’t sent me.” 

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, left speechless for a moment. You would have been proud of yourself for leaving him unable to speak if you didn’t feel so sad. 

“I didn’t know that you wanted me to do that.” He simply answered, after a moment of confusion. 

“That’s what civilized people do. They don’t go around telling everyone that they had sex with a girl while ignoring her.” 

“I didn’t know that you wanted it to stay a secret…” 

“I didn’t but… You are… You are disturbing me!” You stuttered, finally able to look away from his eyes. And his body. 

You glanced at him and saw the conceited smile he had on his lips. 

“Theo, that wasn’t meant to be a compliment! Can’t you put something on ?” 

“I’m a werewolf!” He replied, in all logic. 

You sighed and went looking for something. You came back from your bathroom, throwing your bathrobe at him. 

“I won’t fit in that.” He stated, looking at the fluffy fabric with a wince. 

“Then at least cover yourself with it.” You asked him. “Please.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled, keeping it front of himself. “But I don’t see what’s your problem, if you were the one naked I definitely wouldn’t ask you to do that.” 

“Good thing you aren’t seeing me naked any time soon then.” You playfully snapped at him. 

There was something hilarious seeing him trying to cover himself up with your fluffy, pinkish bathrobe. You should have taken a picture and sent it to Stiles. 

“Good thing your heart rate doesn’t go crazy every time you look at me then.” 

He took a few steps towards you but you slowly stepped back, seeing him smirk, totally confident in the effect he had on you. 

“Good thing I can control myself.” You remarked. 

He smiled wider, probably hearing your heart speeding up as you said those words, making it clear that you were lying. 

“Good thing I can’t.” He stated, just as your back hit the wall. 

The bathrobe fell at his feet as he trapped you against the wall, his strong arms on each side of you to keep you from going anywhere. But you weren’t planning to, anyway. 

Your chest felt close to exploding when you felt his lips pressing on yours. You answered with an even harder kiss, feeling his sudden impatience adding up to yours. 

You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back until he reached the couch and sat down on it. You stayed standing in front of him, smiling when you noticed the way he was eagerly staring at you. 

You took your time, slowly pulling your pajama pants down, moving his hands away when he reached out to try to help you go faster. When you finally straddled him, you made sure his hard member was pressing between your bodies. He gripped the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head but you stopped him. 

“I want to keep it on… You’re not seeing me naked, remember ?” 

He left out an unhappy grunt but didn’t insist, letting your shirt fall back down. He had the strength and the claws to rip it off of you if he wanted to… But he didn’t do it, kissing you again instead. You kissed him back, passionately, while allowing his fingers to brush against your skin, under your shirt. 

You made sure to rock yourself, slowly but strongly enough to apply pressure on his erection, standing right between you two. You stopped kissing him to make sure that what you were doing was right but the way he looked at you caught you off guard. It wasn’t an hypnotizing gaze with an arrogant smirk, it was more sincere and vulnerable than that… And it made you feel a little confused. 

He must have noticed because he pulled you close again, exchanging a longer, open mouthed, kiss with you. 

Suddenly, he flipped you up on the couch. You were the one sitting while he was standing in front of you. It made you feel a bit nervous, you were worried that he might be getting too rough with you but he simply bent down to kiss you some more. 

He waited until you reached for your panties to pull them down, as if you had just granted him the permission. He entered you, fitting as perfectly good as the first time. Once again, his arms got on each side of you, holding himself to the couch’s headrest while he slowly started moving back and forth. 

You opened your mouth and left out a loud sigh of satisfaction, holding yourself to his arms. He smiled at you and he leaned closer to leave a soft peck on your mouth. He moved a little faster and you held on tighter to him, as you heard his heavy breathing turn into a muffled moan. 

“Faster.” You demanded, starting to pant. 

The look on his face became more serious, as if he was trying to focus harder while he moved faster, pushing himself into you as hard as his speed allowed him to. 

You put your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, your forehead touching his as he tried to stay concentrated on what he was doing. 

“Don’t stop.” You mumbled, between two heavy breaths. 

He had found the right pace. The way he was hitting inside you was perfect, you knew that you were getting closer and closer every second. You felt him tensing up, strongly holding himself to the couch and at that moment you couldn’t care less if he ended up breaking it. 

You came undone, reaching your climax with a moan that quickly faded in the air, unable to make a single more sound while your body was shaken by waves of pleasure. He kept thrusting, growling with determination until he couldn’t hold it anymore and came, releasing himself inside of you. 

Before he could even catch his breath, you kissed him, wanting to make that moment of bliss, during which you couldn’t care less if he was good or bad, last a little longer. Apparently, he wanted the same thing. He started slowly rocking himself against you again…

But he suddenly stopped moving, staring at the window behind you. 

“What’s wrong ?” You asked him, worried. 

“Someone’s coming.” He answered, pulling himself out of you and standing up. 

You quickly grabbed your pajama pants, putting them on as Theo got back to his full wolf form. It definitely was disturbing, the guy you just had sex with was able to completely transform himself in an animal… 

You heard a noise coming from the door. Was he saying the truth ? Was your neighbor a Wendigo ? By why would she come after you now ? Especially if she knew that Theo was still here.

The lights started trembling and the air suddenly felt thicker and colder… That definitely wasn’t something that Wendigos could do.

Your heart started beating faster and you grabbed the first thing you found to use it as a weapon, as ridiculous as it was. The front door came flying and you heard the heavy footsteps stepping in. You wanted to scream but you forced yourself to stay quiet, hiding behind the couch. 

Theo was capable of fighting a wendigo or another werewolf but you were pretty sure that there was nothing that he could do against the three dread doctors coming for you… 

To be continued… 

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♪♫  Illuminate - The Kite String Tangle ♫♪

☾As the words fade away, I still believe what your eyes say.
I still see you illuminate as I drop my guard...☽  

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

Note: Underaged characters on the show are aged up to 18 in my stories.

You pressed the doorbell button, anxiously listening if there was any sound coming from behind the door… Every time you were supposed to see Liam, he ended up canceling your plans at the last minute. He didn’t even show up last time, giving you the usual excuses of having too much work or being too tired. 

You were expecting him to not open the door and text you later to apologize but the door opened and you had trouble hiding your surprise. 

“Hi.” He said, seemingly nervous, moving to the side to invite you in. 

You stepped inside, holding your biology books in your arms. His nervosity was contagious and you didn’t even dare to look at him as he closed the door behind you. 

“Uh… Let’s go upstairs.” He told you, after taking a long look at your books, as if he had already forgotten that he had asked you to come over to study with him. 

You went first, knowing the way to his room. He followed you and closed the door as you sat on his bed, putting your books down and reaching for your bag to get a highlighter and a pen. 

He said your name and you froze. The tone, his expression… It wasn’t good. You felt your heart beating faster in your chest, he had been ignoring you for a while now, more than once you had talked about him with your friends and called him a jerk but yet, you suddenly felt like he was going to break up with you and you really didn’t want that to happen.

“You should tell me what’s going on. If you did, maybe I could help you… Mason and I are worried you know.” You started, barely glancing at him. “You’ve been ignoring the both of us lately, I don’t know why you don’t feel like you can’t trust us anymore…”

He sat down on the bed, keeping a good distance from you. He didn’t use to be like that. He used to be a caring boyfriend and an amazing friend but for some reason, one day, he just stopped hanging out with you and Mason. He would find bad excuses to not talk or spend time with you, he’d lie straight to your faces and the only person who doesn’t know that he is a terrible liar is himself. 

“Does it have to do with Lacrosse ? Your parents ? Or your new friends ? Scott doesn’t seem like a bad guy but that Stiles, he’s pretty weird. And his name is just as weird…” You continued. 

Liam sighed, and your eyes involuntary met. 

“I wish I could tell you… But I promised.” 

“So it does have to do with your new friends!” You exclaimed, almost triumphantly. 

“No!” He replied, with a face that meant yes. 

“Are they forcing you to deal drugs for them or something like that ?” 

“No.” He answered, more confidently. 

“Then what is it ?” You asked, starting to lose your patience. 

“I cannot tell you…” 

He seemed really sorry that he couldn’t share what was going on in his life at the moment with you. You knew he was hiding something, and you knew he wanted to tell you what it was so bad that he had to avoid you to make sure he wouldn’t let it out… But you were getting tired of his secrets and of his lies. 

“Fine. Then, I cannot be your girlfriend.” You stated, getting up and grabbing your books. 

The words hurt you but he was going to break up with you anyway so you felt the urge to protect your pride. 

He seemed surprised, he looked at you as you walked away. Completely stunned. 

You opened the door and just when you stepped out of the room, you felt his hand gripping your arm, hearing your name spoken in a whisper. You turned around to look at him, truly annoyed. It was the only way to keep yourself from crying in front of him. 

“I’m only doing this to keep you safe…” He said, softly, and you knew that you had just broken his heart by the way he was looking at you. 

You didn’t resist when he pulled you close and when his lips pressed against yours, you realized how long it had been since the last time he had done that. It felt so good, you never wanted it to stop. 

He took a few steps back and sat on his bed. You sat on his lap, leaving your books on the floor, to ardently kiss him. You pulled his shirt above his head, it seemed like it had been months, if not years, since the last time you were that close to him. You kissed him again but he stopped you, looking at you with a sorry expression on his face. 

“That’s… That’s exactly what I was trying to avoid.” He admitted, slightly fearing your reaction. 

“What ?” You asked, confused. 

“I-I just want to protect you…” 

“Did you…” You started but had to stop yourself a minute to think about it. “Did you cheat on me with someone and get an STD or something ?” 

It was what seemed the most logical to you. 

“What ? No!” He exclaimed, keeping you from leaving him again. “I promise, I will tell you the truth when I can but for now Scott said…” 

“Scott! I knew it!” 

“Scott can be trusted. And so can Stiles.” Liam answered, so calmly that you could only believe him. “Don’t worry about it, I just…. I need to learn more about it before I can tell anyone.” 

For the first time in a while, he seemed totally sincere, even if you didn’t exactly know what he was talking about. You hugged him, tightly. He didn’t expect it but he put his arms around you, with a sigh of relief. 

“I don’t know if I trust them, but I trust you.” You told him. 

He kissed your neck, thanking you. You felt his hands slowly moving down your back, pulling your shirt up. You allowed him to take it off but felt a bit confused. 

“I thought that you were trying to avoid it.” You said. 

“I was… But I want to try.” 

You smiled, happy with that answer. Nothing ever felt as good as the way he touched you and you had been going too long without it happening again. 

“But I’ll stop if I feel like I’m going to hurt you.” He warned you. 

“Alright.” You nodded, still not knowing why he suddenly thought that he could be a danger to you. 

You got up and lied down on the bed, your head on the pillow, watching him move to get on top of you. Holding himself up with his arms, he slightly lowered himself down in order to kiss your lips, then your neck, with a passion you had almost forgotten about. 

You kissed his shoulder, your hands moving from his back to his arms and when his lips found yours again, you kissed him as if there was no tomorrow. 

That’s when the familiar Led Zeppelin ringtone interrupted you. Liam almost seemed embarrassed, moving to look at his phone on his nightstand before putting it back, still ringing. 

“That’s nothing.” He said, shaking his head and he kissed you again before you could even ask who it was. 

The music finally stopped as he started kissing your shoulders, slowly coming down to your chest and covering it with wet kisses. You closed your eyes… Only to open them again a minute after, his phone ringing again. 

“Just ignore it…” He mumbled and you really tried, forcing yourself to close your eyes again and focus on how his wet lips felt on your skin. 

The song ended and started again three seconds later. You couldn’t help but sigh. You pushed him away from you, his head on the pillow while you straddled his waist, bending down to kiss him. 

When the phone rang again, you had to stop and sit back. 

“Can you not put it on silent mode ?” You asked Liam. 

“Oh yeah.” He replied, as if he had forgotten that it was something you could do with phones. 

He lifted himself up to grab his phone and press the silence button. He lied back down, smiling at you and pulling you against him but your lips just touched each other when the whole nightstand started vibrating beside you. 

“That’s worst.” You winced, from the loud buzzing sound. 

“Ah, sorry!” Liam said, grabbing his phone and refusing the incoming call. 

“Maybe it’s important if they insist like that…” 

“No, no, it’s fine. He’ll understand that I can’t talk to him right now.” He assured you. 

He put the phone back on the nightstand, expecting it to ring again but it stayed surprisingly silent. He smiled in victory and stayed sitting, kissing your neck once again. 

The vibrations started again. You tried to ignore it but it didn’t seem to stop so you moved to grab the phone. Apparently his new friend Scott really wanted to talk to him. 

“Answer it, otherwise I’ll do it.” You told him, handing him his phone. 

He took your threat seriously and answered, putting the phone against his ear. 

“Hey, can I call you back later ?” He asked but from the time he spent listening after that, the answer probably was no.  

“Well I’m home, studying for that biology exam I told you about.” He continued. 

He said that Scott could be trusted, and you never had a bad feeling about that guy but why was he so nosy about what Liam was doing ? 

“No, I’m alone.” He managed to say before seemingly being cut off by his new friend. 

He really was an awful liar. But it made you smile and you moved yourself down to open his pants. 

“Of course I know that I’m not ready…” 

You slowly pulled down the fabric of his underwear, staring at him, waiting for his reaction and you were pleased to see him open his mouth and let out a silent sigh. 

“Scott, I tried to avoid her as much as I could but she’s my girlfriend, you know.” 

You took his length in your hands, slowly moving them back and forth from his tip. He lifted his head up to look at you with a sort of panic in his eyes. 

“Yeah, I know. I know!” He abruptly exclaimed, still on the phone with Scott. 

He pressed his head back on the pillow, sighing with impatience. You moved your hands a little bit faster and he closed his eyes, another sigh escaped his lips but it clearly didn’t have the same meaning.

“Can I call you back later ? I really need to focus on studying.” He managed to say. 

You took his tip in your mouth, closing your lips around it, tasting it with your tongue. 

“Ah!” 

You looked at him, he seemed embarrassed by the sound he had just left out for Scott to hear but it didn’t seem like his friend had picked it up. 

“No, I don’t need help I… I study better on my own.” He said, clearly lying once again. 

You sucked on his tip and he looked down on you, opening his mouth, ready to make a sound but he was able to suppress it at the last moment. 

You weren’t that happy about it. You wanted him to have trouble controlling himself, you wanted him to let Scott know he was with you because why was he keeping him from seeing you in the first place ? And if he was slightly embarrassed by it, it would seem like a fair payback for ignoring you for weeks. 

You took it out of your mouth, running your tongue on his entire length a few times before taking him back in and sucking much harder. You saw him closing his eyes, loud breaths escaping his lips so you kept going until he couldn’t keep a pleased moan in anymore. 

He suddenly opened his eyes again, as if he had just woken up in fear, remembering that he still was on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He assured Scott. 

You moved your hand around his length, pumping him while you started sucking on the tip again. 

“Yeah I promise, I’m…” His voice broke and turned into a quiet whisper as he said your name. 

You found it very encouraging. You tried to take him in your mouth as far as you could, moving your head to create a back and forth motion and it worked well, he moved his free arm, as if he was searching for something to hold on to until he gripped the sheets in his hand, pulling on them with strength. This time, he left out a clear moan of pleasure but you weren’t satisfied yet and you kept going. 

You felt him tensing up, not speaking anymore and you wonder if he had hung up on Scott or if he was just way too distracted to keep up with the conversation now. 

An even louder moan resounded as he filled your mouth with his warm fluid. You moved your head away to swallow and he immediately moved to pin you down on the bed. He quickly pulled your pants down, unable to hide his impatience any longer. He got on top of you and entered you, more roughly than usual. A low sound, almost like a growl, came out of his mouth but you didn’t have the time to question it because he started thrusting inside you, with more strength that he had ever used with you before. 

You started breathing loudly. He placed his hands behind your knees, pushing them back against you, and suddenly the way he was hitting inside you sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure through your body. 

You saw some golden reflections in his eyes when he increased his pace, his nails digging deep into your skin to keep his grip on you but you couldn’t feel any pain, the pleasure that he was giving you was too intense. 

“The sun, the moon, the truth.” He breathed, his eyes locked to yours as he seemed to hit even harder inside you. 

You had to throw your head back, feeling close, knowing that you were going to surrender to pleasure any minute now. 

“The sun… The moon… The truth.” He repeated, with each trust. 

Suddenly you had reached your climax, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as your muscles contracted and you felt once again the warm substance filling you. 

He moaned too, in his usual way, until a guttural sound filled his bedroom. You opened your eyes and you saw how his face had transformed, he had some impressive claws and his eyes were a yellow color that you didn’t even know that it was possible to have. 

“Liam!” You exclaimed, as if the person in front of you wasn’t him anymore. 

You moved yourself away, unsure if you should be scared or just pinch yourself in hopes to wake up. 

He looked back at you without moving and started repeating the same words again. And slowly, he got back to his usual appearance. 

“I can explain.” He started, slowly moving, afraid that he might scare you and you’d run away. 

“M-Mason says there are some werewolves in town.” You stated, suddenly realizing that it might not be as stupid and unrealistic as it sounded. 

“Yes.” Liam replied, slowly nodding. 

“You’re a werewolf.” You affirmed, not knowing how you should react, feeling even more vulnerable without your clothes on, gripping the sheets to cover yourself. 

“Yes.” He repeated. 

He kept his eyes on you until he noticed his phone and took it in his hand, bringing it to his ear… Was Scott still listening this entire time ? 

“He wants to talk to you.” He finally said, handing you his phone. 

You carefully took it, making sure to keep a good distance between him and you.

“Are you alright ?” Scott asked you. 

“I-I think so.” You replied, your eyes never leaving Liam. 

“Listen, don’t freak out, he won’t hurt you…” 

“I… I know that.” You mumbled, realizing it at the same time you spoke the words. 

You hung up without another word for Scott. The expressions on Liam’s face were  breaking your heart, he looked so sad and worried. Clearly, you didn’t react in the nicest way but it took you by surprise… After all, how could you expect to orgasm and open your eyes again to find your boyfriend transformed into some sort of horror movie creature. 

“I know that.” You affirmed, with more confidence, even if he had no idea what you were talking about as you forced yourself to be brave and get closer to him.

His phone started ringing again, you knew Scott was calling back but you couldn’t care less about it. You took Liam’s hand in yours and smiled. 

“I still love you.” You told him, knowing him well enough to understand that it was what was worrying him the most. 

It was the truth. And it give you the courage to get even closer and press your lips on his again. 

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♪♫Powerful - Major Lazer Feat. Ellie Goulding ♪♫

☾ I’m begging you, please, I’m feelin’ drained I need love. 
You charge me up like electricity, jumpstart my heart with your love.             When you hold me in your arms, burns like fire and electricity. When you’re close I feel the sparks, takes me higher to infinity.☽

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

Author’s note: I checked and the last time I wrote a Threesome was 2 years ago so please bear with me on this one. 

Flash forward in time and Brett and Liam are in college. Scott left Beacon Hills to attend university but Liam still has trouble fully controlling himself so he goes to Brett for help. 

Like almost every friday night, you made your way to Sinema, one of the most popular clubs in town. You arrived at the same time you always did and you barely needed to show your ID to the security guy guarding the doors anymore. 

You went through the curtain that separated the entrance from the club, the strong beat of the music making it seem like the ground was slightly shaking, colorful lights dancing on the walls. 

You looked around. It was as crowded as usual, most people were on the dance floor and the rest were waiting around the bar. 

“Hey babe.” A familiar voice loudly said behind you, in order for you to hear it above the noise. 

You turned around to see Brett, smiling at you and he handed you your favorite drink. You took a sip while he emptied his shot glass in no time, exchanging it with a full one when a waiter walked by him. He didn’t drink it right away, taking your hand in his to lead you through the dancing crowd. 

You arrived in front of another plastic jeweled curtain, he pulled it aside for you and you walked in the familiar private lounge. It wasn’t too big, nor too small. It looked cosy with its large black leather sofas and its small square glass table, a candle burning inside a red jar in the middle of it. 

You sat down, drinking half of your glass this time. He took place right beside you, and emptied his shot glass once again.

“You look so good tonight.” He told you, moving closer to your ear. 

You smiled. He said something like that every time he saw you but you couldn’t deny the positive effect it had on your self-confidence. 

“You don’t look bad either.” You replied, your hand caressing his chest through the fabric of his white t-shirt. 

He smiled and moved closer to kiss you, softly at first and then more ardently. 

The owner of the club allowed you to use the private lounge without paying for it as long as you followed the one and only rule; keep clothes on. It most likely meant that you had to stay completely dressed up, in other words, nothing too exciting could happen in the lounge. But the way Brett and you understood it was that you had to keep some clothes on… Notall of them. 

You felt his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him while the other slowly pushed the strap of your black dress down your shoulder. He did the same thing with the other one while still kissing your lips. Once both straps were at your elbows, he stopped to pull the top of your dress down, making sure to uncover your chest in the process, tucking the fabric of your bra under the metallic wire supposed to lift your breasts up. 

You felt his wet lips around your nipple, gently kissing it while you nervously glanced at the dance floor. The curtain wasn’t hiding much, you could still see the lights and the silhouettes of the people dancing, so close to where you were sitting… Nobody ever noticed that there was a lounge here, and nobody ever caught you or maybe some people saw you but couldn’t care less, it was Friday night after all and everyone just wanted to have fun. But the thought that maybe, one time, you might get caught, that maybe one Friday you’ll look through the curtain and see someone watching you, was pretty thrilling. 

You placed your hand on the back of his neck, looking down on him to see his lips now attacking your other tit. That’s when a shadow behind the curtain caught your attention, it was moving fast and getting closer than anyone usually did. 

The curtain opened on a young man you didn’t know but had seen a few times before at your college. You only knew that he was an athlete, just like Brett.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I… Uh, sorry.” He exclaimed, realizing what was going on. 

He covered his eyes with his hand when he noticed that you were topless and it made you laugh for some reason. Brett reluctantly stopped what he was doing to look at the guy. 

“Can we help you Liam ?” He asked, pretending to not be bothered the least. 

“Yeah but no, I-I’ll talk to you later!” He stuttered. 

“Sit down with us, tell me what’s the matter.” Brett asked. 

Liam peeked through his fingers, making his way to the furthest sofa, seemingly quite embarrassed by the situation. You had never seen him at Sinema before, he probably wasn’t the type of guy who liked to have fun on weekends, at least he didn’t look like it. 

He uncovered his eyes only to hide them again a second later, realizing that your chest still wasn’t covered by anything. You laughed again. It wasn’t bothering you to be topless in front of someone, especially not if it was one of Brett’s friends. 

“So what is it about ?” Brett asked him, his hands slowly making their way up your thighs. 

“It’s about… The thing.” He replied, moving his hand but keeping his eyes fixed on the wall. 

“More specifically ?” Brett continued, as you leaned closer to leave a few wet kisses on his neck. 

“You know, I was with a girl and… And the thinghappened.” 

His voice sounded as embarrassed as he seemed to be. 

“Oh! That!” Brett laughed but you didn’t understand what they were talking about, you just understood that maybe he was the type to have some fun after all. 

“Hey! You are supposed to help me now that Scott is away at university!” Liam replied, his embarrassment temporary leaving its place to anger. 

“I’m sorry, it just happens sometimes. No big deal.” 

His hands finally reached your panties and he just as slowly pulled them down your thighs. 

“It’s not just sometimes, it’s every time!” 

Liam was upset enough to look at you both now. 

“Why’s that ?” 

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m here and asking you!” 

Brett stopped moving, suddenly seeming in intense reflexion.

“Do you want to try with (Y/N) ?” He finally said, and you looked at him without understanding. 

Liam stuttered some words you didn’t get as Brett looked back at you. 

“Do you mind if he joins us ?” He asked you. 

You looked at Liam, he was back to his embarrassed expression. 

“I would be delighted, he’s so cute.” You replied, with a smile for Liam. 

He still didn’t seem totally convinced. You weren’t going to force him if he didn’t want to, you usually had more than enough with just Brett. You kissed his jaw, your hands on his chest while you got back to kissing his neck… Making sure to glance at Liam while doing so from time to times. 

“Do you do that often ? With other people I mean.” He asked. 

“Oh yeah, but it’s pretty rare that Brett agrees to let another guy join us, usually it’s only my girl friends.” You casually replied. 

“I don’t particularly like to share, whether it’s sharing her with another guy or sharing a guy with her…” Brett explained and you gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“A-alright.” Liam stuttered once more. 

He got up and came closer, letting you know that he had accepted Brett’s offer to “try” with you, whatever it meant. 

“Maybe you should take care of him, he needs to relax a little.” Brett suggested to you and you nodded, agreeing. 

“Come over here.” You told him, as softly and nicely as you could, the poor guy seemed pretty lost. 

You made him move to the side of the couch and as you moved to get closer to him you felt Brett pulling your panties down to your ankles. You unzipped Liam’s pants, pulling his growing erection out of his trunks. He was already half hard… He might have been embarrassed to walk in on Brett and you but it definitely had had an effect on him. 

You took his tip in your mouth, gently sucking before moving closer to get it further down your throat. You slowly let it back out, stroking it back and forth with your hands and then, took it back in and repeated these same steps. You looked up and you could tell he was enjoying what you were doing to him. The music was too loud for you to hear it clearly at that distance but you were pretty sure he was moaning every once in a while.

You felt Brett’s hands on your thighs, reminding you that he was behind you. He made you move, guiding you while you kept your focus on what you were doing to Liam. You only paused to look down when you felt him taking place between your legs, lying down on the couch under you. His hands on your hips, he made you lower yourself down until you were more or less sitting on his face. That’s what he usually did with your girl friends when you brought them along. 

You felt his mouth playing with your clit and you had to concentrate harder on Liam’s length down your throat, you wanted to make sure that he was going to feel good with you…

It didn’t seem to take much time until you felt that he was getting close to his release. 

“Would you like to cum on my chest ?” You softly asked him. 

He nodded without hesitation and you made sure to pull your dress further down before vigorously pumping his dick. He shot his load on your skin, more than you had ever gotten out of Brett and he moaned so loudly that you heard him above the music. 

Brett moved you down on him to sit back up between Liam and you. 

“See, it went fine.” He encouragingly told his friend. 

You saw Liam shyly smile. Brett moved your face closer to his, eagerly kissing you before he leaned to lick the cum on your chest. With a hand gesture, you invited Liam to sit down next to you and he did so immediately, his pants still open and his dick still out. 

Brett was good, he knew all the ways to drive you crazy after all the Friday nights you had spent together in this lounge, but Liam was new and you couldn’t resist but turn to him again as soon as Brett had finished cleaning you up. Your partner didn’t seem upset about it, he even helped you to take your panties completely off, handing them to Liam for some reason. He didn’t know what to do with them so he quickly shoved them in his pocket as you pressed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down on the couch. 

You straddled him and before he even realized it, you were sitting on top of him, his hard dick completely inside you, fitting perfectly. You rocked your hips, slowly, seeing him gasp for air a few times. Then, you leaned down, your face closer to his but weirdly, you didn’t feel like you knew him enough to go as far as kissing him. 

Finally you felt Brett behind you, rubbing his own erection between your wet folds a few times before placing it where you were waiting to feel it. You breathed deeply when he gently started entering your ass and even Liam participated by putting his hands on your ass to help clear the way for his friend. 

He went in as deep as you could physically allow him too without it hurting. He left it up to you to choose your pace, now rocking your body with both of them inside you. It made you feel so full, it was almost as if your brain couldn’t keep up with the sensations both of them gave you. 

It was your turn to gasp for air. Slowly, Brett got back in command, thrusting back and forth in you while Liam still left it up to you to chose the rhythm. You allowed yourself to moan as loudly as you wanted to, knowing that the guys might hear you but the music was too loud for anyone else to notice what was happening in the lounge. 

You moved faster, knowing you were going to orgasm like never before because of them and you couldn’t wait to reach it. You looked at Liam, guessing he was close as well. He looked back at you and you saw a strange yellow light in his eyes but before you could even really think about it, Brett put his hand on your eyes, blinding you. 

He pulled your back against his chest, you felt his warm irregular breaths on your neck. 

“I’m sure it’s even better like that.” He said in your ear, and you couldn’t say that he was wrong. 

Each movement was more unexpected in the dark, and your body was only feeling them more intensely. 

You felt your muscles tightening around both of them and suddenly, you were filled with their warm cum, finally reaching your big orgasm. Your body started moving slower but stayed in motion. You held yourself to the couch, feeling Brett’s arm around your waist while he kept you in the dark. 

“L-Liam…” Brett said out of breath and you were a bit disappointed that it was the first name that he spoke after reaching his climax. 

You felt Liam’s hands gripping your ass with much more strength as he started thrusting himself inside you again, more abruptly. 

“Liam… Three things that cannot be long hidden.” Brett asked, with authority. 

“The sun, the moon…” Liam started, thrusting even faster. 

You felt Brett pulling himself out of you and you started to worry about what was going on. You put your hands on Brett’s arm, trying to remove it from your eyes. 

“The truth…”

You felt something sharp digging in your skin and you first reaction was to cry out Brett’s name. 

“Liam!” He exclaimed, in a very low tone. 

But nothing happened and he keep hurting you until Brett pulled you back, away from him. He had to move his hand in the process and just as you were able to see again, you saw a sort of creature with glowing yellow eyes growling at you, unhappy that someone had stolen you from him.

Just as you thought you were going to die, Brett left out a louder and lower growl than him that made the glasses on the table tremble. The music stopped and Liam transformed back to what he usually looked like, seeming confused. 

“I’m… I’m sorry!” He told you, before running away. 

You were held tightly in Brett’s arms, not sure if it was a good thing or not anymore. You turned your head to look at him and you saw impressive fangs in his mouth, the same yellow eyes than Liam had. 

“Oh, what the hell. ” You mumbled, not sure if it was real life or just a dream anymore. 

He pulled your dress back up, forcing you to move to close his pants, knowing that the whole club, hell, probably the whole town had heard his growl and was going to question what it was and where it came from. 

He led you out by the back door and gave you no explanation before leaving you in the middle of the parking lot. Maybe you were more drunk that what you thought… You shouldn’t even drive home if it was as bad as giving you some hallucinations. 

You ended up calling one of your friends to pick you up. You didn’t hear from Brett for days and the next time you saw Liam was on Wednesday, at college. 

He made his way to you and you weren’t sure if you should run away or try to look absolutely not afraid. You thought it would be weird to run away while there were so many people in the hall with you so you just stood there and waited for him to come to you. 

“I’m sorry for the other night… I really didn’t want to hurt you or anything.” He told you, looking sincerely sorry. 

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You replied, more in hopes that he’d leave you alone than really thinking it. 

“I… I left with this.” He said, slightly embarrassed when he pulled your panties out of his pocket. 

You quickly took them, hoping that no one had seen what it was. You barely thanked him and walked away, pretending that you were already late for class. After what had happened, all you wanted was to go back to lazy, boring Friday nights… At least for a while. 

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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. 

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I apologize if it’s really bad, allow me to blame it on my headache and on that guy I know, who inspired me a good half of that story. 

“I don’t trust him.” Stiles bitterly said, his eyes fixed on Theo. 

You were sitting next to him in the cafeteria, watching Theo talking with Scott and Malia near the doors. It seemed like you were the only one sharing Stiles’s doubts about him, you knew that something wasn’t quite right with this guy, even if you couldn’t tell what it was. 

You silently agreed, keeping your eyes on them as Stiles started impatiently peeling an orange with his fingers. Theo was standing close to Malia and she didn’t seem bothered by it. You even caught her absently staring at his arms but luckily, Stiles didn’t notice the dreamy expression on her face… 

You could understand her… There was something about Theo that was fascinating, but just as what was wrong with him, you couldn’t exactly tell what it was. 

Stiles keeps saying that he is only faking being friendly because he wants to be a part of Scott’s pack and, even if you thought that he was right, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that he wasn’t particularly nice to you, you wouldn’t mind if he treated you the way he sometimes treated Malia… But it probably wasn’t of any use for him to make some human friends, whatever his evil plan was. 

“We really lack informations about him, we should know our enemy better than that.” You said looking at Stiles, only to see him putting his orange in pieces as he angrily looked at Malia touching Theo’s arm. 

“I searched through everything, I asked everyone… This guy is a mystery.” He replied. 

“I know. And I don’t like that.” You stated.

“Me neither.” 

All three of them walked to your table and sat down for lunch. Theo noticed the mess that Stiles had made with his orange and he looked at you with a questioning look but as soon as his eyes met yours, you looked down. More than once, you had found yourself completely hypnotized by the way he seemed to be staring right into your soul. 

You stayed in the library with Stiles for a few hours after class, not only were you trying to manage the “Theo problem” but you couldn’t allow yourself to forget about the dread doctors either… It was psychologically exhausting. And terrifying. 

You left Stiles alone when you started feeling too tired to think properly. The school parking was almost empty. You walked in front of the blue jeep and reached your car, sitting in it for a moment, still thinking about everything you had just read. 

That’s when something moved and caught your attention. You saw a silhouette leaving school and walking to the parking lot. At first, you thought it was Stiles but he passed right in front of the jeep and kept walking. You made yourself even smaller in your seat as you recognized Theo, walking right in front of your car without noticing that you were in it…  Was he in the school this whole time too ? Was he spying on Stiles and you ?

You watched him enter his car and you hesitated for a minute but when you saw him drive away, you realized you had a great opportunity to find out more about him, even if it just was where he lived, you and Stiles had so little informations, anything would do. 

You followed him, leaving as much distance as you could between your car and his. You weren’t even surprised when you saw him turn in direction of the woods, officially exiting Beacon Hills. 

You took the turn as well and kept following him. After a few more minutes, his car was nowhere to be seen ahead of you. You couldn’t see its lights in the night anymore and you wondered how it could have possibly disappeared like that… That’s when you saw a car, stopped on the side of the road. 

It was his but he wasn’t inside. You kept driving a few more meters before stopping your car on the same side of the road. You looked into the dark forest and felt a chill. What if he knew that you were following him and had lured you here ? What if it was a trap ? After all, the town was miles away, nobody would find you and nobody would hear you in the middle of the woods… 

But you needed to know more, you needed to know what he was up to and at least, if anything happened to you, Stiles would know that it was Theo and everyone will be sure that he cannot be trusted. You were ready to take the risk for your friends. 

You got out of your car and walked to his, using your phone as a flashlight. The doors were locked and no one was around so you decided to get deeper in the forest, with a little luck, maybe you’d find him sacrificing a virgin on the Nemeton or plotting an evil masterplan with Peter Hale… 

You kept walking and the further you got, the least hope you had. There wasn’t a noise apart from the tree leaves being shaken by a soft wind and the sound of your own footsteps. You reached a bridge above a small river and stood there for a moment. You were only realizing now that finding Theo in such a large forest and by night was quite an unrealistic task.

You sighed and turned around, deciding to go back to your car. You only were able to walk a few meters when the light of your phone suddenly turned itself off. You were out of battery from leaving it on for so long. 

“Great…” You whispered, immediately feeling more disoriented in the dark. 

Now that the light was out, it seemed like the trees were taller and the night had never appeared that dark before. You started paying attention to the smallest noises, every branch cracking under your feet making your heart jump inside your chest. 

“What are you doing here ?” A familiar voice asked behind you and you almost fell down from how much it had scared you. 

You turned around to see Theo. You were worried of what he was going to do to you, it seemed pretty obvious that you had followed him here, because what were the chances that both of you were innocently walking in the woods in the middle of the night ?

“N-Nothing suspicious or evil, and you are probably not doing anything like that either…” You replied, awkwardly, taking a step back from him even though he seemed surprisingly friendly.

He smiled but didn’t say a word. 

“Alright, have a nice evening, see you at school.” You said, turning around and walking away as quickly as you could without seeming too frightened. 

“(Y/N) ! Wait…” Theo called and you froze, not daring to face him. “Where did you leave your car ? I’ll walk with you, it’s not safe to be alone in those woods.”

“Then why are you here alone ?” You asked him, finally looking and seeing him smile at your question. 

“Because I’m a werewolf, remember ? I can handle myself.” He replied, almost laughing. 

You didn’t answer anything and started walking. He followed you for a while and you did your best to not turn around to look at him, pretty sure that if you did, he’d be able to hear your heart going crazy and the last thing you wanted was for him to know that he had an effect on you… All sorts of effects. 

“Come, it’s this way.” He suddenly spoke, reminding you of his presence, so close to you. 

He took a few steps on the right and stopped to wait for you. You were sure that you hadn’t turn once since you had left his car, you walked straight from it to the bridge. Theo wanted to lead you away from your original path… 

“I-I don’t think so…” You mumbled, looking around. 

“It is. I’m a werewolf, remember ?” He repeated once again, but it sounded more like a threat than a simple reminder this time. 

You didn’t want to anger him and you couldn’t possibly run away without him easily catching you so you followed him where he wanted to guide you, being the one walking behind this time. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure that you were following, smiling at you from time to times but you definitely weren’t buying the nice werewolf act… After all, nice was different than good. 

At some point, he slowed down in order for you to catch up on him and walk by his side. You looked at him, smiling at you once again and you noticed a slight change in the color of his eyes. 

You were starting to understand how the little red riding hood must have felt when she met the big bad wolf, all this time you thought that she was stupid for not recognizing him, so badly disguised, but maybe she knew all along who he was and was playing it smart in order to not get eaten alive, just like you were doing at the moment… And you knew very well how the story ended.  

Just as you were wondering if you were being that smart, you felt the ground beneath your feet break. You fell down and started coughing from the dirt that your body sent flying all around you when it hit the earth. It was all so dark, you could only see the shadows of the trees in front of the sky, high up above you, small shiny stars appearing and disappearing as the breeze moved their leaves. You felt confused, it took you some time to understand that you were now lying down in a hole, your ankle particularly aching. 

“Are you alright ?” Theo asked, his silhouette suddenly appearing at the edge of the hole. 

Did he push you ? Did he know the hole was there and led you this way in hopes that you’d fall down ? Was he going to leave you here ? 

“Can you stand up ?” He asked, getting his phone out of his pocket and turning on the light. 

He had a light this whole time and was only using it now ? Your fall was definitely on purpose then, otherwise he would have used it to light up your path… And now, he was going to leave you here to die. 

“(Y/N) ?” He called, seemingly worried that you weren’t answering. “Okay, I’m coming down…”

“No!” You exclaimed, not wanting to find yourself stuck down there with him. “I’m okay.” 

You did your best to stand up, holding yourself to a large root now that you could see what was around you. Your ankle was really hurting you so you tried to put most of your weight on the other and you looked back up to Theo, blinded by the light of his phone. 

He immediately turned it off when he saw you cover your eyes and he bent down to offer you both of his hands. So he was going to help you out after all… Or maybe he only wanted to push you back in and make sure that your death looked like an accident. 

You stood on your tiptoes in order to catch his hands. He pulled you up and you help yourself with your legs until you found yourself out of the hole and into his arms. 

It felt weird touching him suddenly, it was like you had forgotten how to breathe and you didn’t dare to move anymore. It wasn’t because you were scared, it was quite the opposite actually, you were suddenly feeling safe and you didn’t want to move away and be reminded of all the doubts you had about him. 

He stepped back, pulling you further away from the edge and even closer against him. You lightly pressed your cheek on his chest but it was enough for you to hear how fast his heart was beating. Faster than yours. 

He gently let go of you and you tried to take a step back from him but the pain it provoked in your ankle made you wince. 

“You’re hurt.” He remarked, looking at you with an expression full of worry that you had never seen on him, and especially not directed towards you. 

“It’s just a sprain.” You replied, stubbornly trying to walk. 

You wanted to move away from that hole in order to suppress the idea that he might throw you back in it. 

“We probably stepped into a hunting spot or something, the hole must be a trap, we should go back on our steps.” He said.

You were in too much pain to tell him that he should have listened to you. You took a few more steps, jumping on one foot but Theo didn’t move. Maybe he was going to lose interest now that his prey was injured… 

You felt something on your back and before you could process it, he had lifted you up and was holding you in his arms. You held yourself to his neck, he looked at you and your heart raced in a different way than it usually does when you are afraid. And you knew he had noticed it too from the way he smirked at you. 

He carried you through the forest, back on the path that you wanted to take in the first place. You kept wondering when he was going to drop you or at least do something to get rid of you but nothing happened. He got you out of the forest, right beside your car. 

“Thank you.” You muttered, truly surprised that he was going to let you go as easily as this after you had followed him here. 

He let you put your feet back on the ground but kept a hand on your lower back to make sure you wouldn’t lose your balance. You nervously searched for your keys and when you found them, he took them away from you. 

“I’ll drive you home, you are too hurt to do it yourself.” He stated, unlocking your car doors. 

“Oh no, I’m fine, I can do it… Plus you shouldn’t abandon your car here.” You said, but you realized that he wasn’t giving you the choice when he opened the back door for you. 

“I’ll get my car later, it’s not a problem.” 

He helped you get in the car, closed the door on you and sat behind the wheel. You kept your eyes on him, trying to understand what his intentions were but he was more than ever a mystery to you. 

“Should we go to the hospital ? Or to the vet clinic ?” He asked you, looking at you in the mirror. 

“No, I’m alright, home is fine.” You answered before regretting it because it meant showing him where you lived. 

You considered leading him to the wrong place but you knew it wouldn’t work, after everything he did for you tonight, you were expecting him to at least carry you to the door  and there, he would eventually find out that you don’t have the keys and someone in the neighborhood would probably call the cops on you. 

Following your indications, he drove back to your place, parking the car at its usual place before helping you out of the car. He locked it but didn’t give you your keys back. This time, you weren’t too surprised when he lifted you up in his arms again. He got to the door and used the key you showed him to open it. You started wondering if he was actually going to leave you when he stepped in, definitely not planning on letting your feet touch the ground again. Not that you wanted him to leave… There was something almost reassuring in his presence near you. His behavior was as conflicting as the rest of his personality.

He turned on the light and climbed the stairs. Once again you held yourself with your arms around his neck, staring at his face probably with the same dreamy expression that every girl had when looking at him.  

He looked back at you and it’s only when a light laughter escaped his lips that you realized that he was standing in the corridor, waiting for you to tell him where to go next. 

“My… My bedroom is over there.” You said, hesitant, pointing at a door while wondering if he was going to bring you there or leave you here. 

He didn’t say a word, but he carried you into your room and to your bed, sitting you down on it. 

“Thank you.” You told him, once again, sincerely thankful that he had helped you like he did. 

“Let me take a look…” He said, sitting at your feet and taking your shoe off to look at your ankle. 

You winced a little as he touched it but a few seconds later you felt as if the pain was completely leaving you. Werewolves had the power to do that… And if Theo was taking your pain away, it meant that he cared, right ? He couldn’t be the big bad wolf you thought he was after that… 

“Theo ?” You asked, softly, and he looked up at you, waiting for your question. “Why are you doing this?” 

“Because I don’t want you to suffer.” He replied, as if it was the most logical answer to the most illogical question. 

He got back up, staring at you with a suddenly serious expression. 

“Better ?” 

You stood up, catching the hand he was offering you without really thinking about it. You put your weight on your hurt ankle and didn’t feel the slightest pain.

“Much better!” You answered, happily smiling at him. 

He smiled back and you felt like a wave of electricity was going through your entire body as he tenderly touched your cheek, his hypnotizing gaze fixed to yours. 

You saw his face, slowly approaching, as if he was leaving you some time in case you wanted to push him away… But you didn’t. When you felt his lips pressing on yours, the electricity seemed to intensify and you were pretty sure that you would have been trembling from the sudden adrenaline rush if he wasn’t holding you so tightly, now that he knew he was allowed to do that. 

He stopped kissing you a second, in order to let you catch your breath. You unzipped his jacket, slowly pulling it down his arms as he started kissing you again. You sat down on the edge of your bed, leading him down with you. He interrupted the kiss again to take his shirt off as you moved to leave him a place beside you. 

As soon as he sat next to you, you resumed the kiss, feeling yourself burning on the inside the more your hands roamed his bare chest. His muscles were hard but his skin was soft and so warm under your fingers. 

He pulled your shirt over your head and you felt his hand moving down your now naked back, reaching your pants and slipping into them, pressing on your ass to guide you onto his lap. You straddled him, satisfied by the illusion of suddenly being taller than he was. 

You wanted to kiss him again but he opened his mouth to speak. 

“I know that you think that I’m up to no good, but I wouldn’t hurt you. It’s quite the opposite… I’ll do anything to protect you.” He said, looking at you in such a way that you couldn’t have any doubts that it was the truth. 

“But you are up to no good, aren’t you ?” You asked him, feeling your heart lightly twinge in front of his silent answer. 

He took his hands off of you, as if everything was suddenly over. You looked into his eyes, knowing that he had just told you something true, maybe for the very first time. You decided to believe him, you decided that he was good if only for this time, you wanted to believe that he was and that actions did speak louder than words… 

You got off of him, standing up to look into your nightstand and when you sat next to him, he seemed surprised to see a condom in your hand. 

“Do you want to…? ” You asked him, feeling too embarrassed to finish your sentence. 

“I do.” He replied, with a smirk, leaning towards you to kiss your lips once again. 

Things seemed to be moving faster, or maybe it was just because you were getting impatient. You did your best to keep your lips connected to his while unbuttoning his pants but he didn’t let you finish your task, pushing you down on the bed and pulling your pants down in a quick gesture, before holding himself above you, his chest looking even more impressive when it was all yours to touch. 

He left some wet kisses on your neck while you reached for his pants once again, finally able to unzip them and using your legs to push them down to his ankles as he kept you firmly pinned down on your bed with the strength of his body. 

You decided to try to push him away, just to see if he’d let you… You weren’t really expecting him to move so easily when you pressed on his chest. You immediately wanted him back above you but he moved to the side without even really thinking and fell down from the bed, somehow managing to pull you down with him. 

“Are you okay ?” He asked, as he find himself lying on your bedroom floor, his pants still down to his ankles and you, in your underwear, on top of him. 

“Yes, I’m not the one who hit the floor.” You laughed. “Are you okay ?”

For a minute, he seemed surprised that you asked him but his now almost familiar smirk quickly appeared on his lips. 

“Of course, I’m a werewolf…” 

“I remember.” You interrupted him, before he was able to finish his sentence. 

You moved to sit, straddling his waist. You felt his hands on each side of you, caressing your skin until they reached the elastic of your panties but you caught his wrists and moved his arms away from you, holding them against the floor. 

You felt more confident and more in control of the events by having him lying under you. You decided to tease him by not letting him touch you as you moved down until you felt his hard member between your legs, separated from you by the fabric of both of your underwear. 

You moved up and down, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure on him to not leave him indifferent. If at first he didn’t let anything show, as soon as you pressed yourself a little more against him, he opened his mouth, a loud breath escaping his lips. 

He moved his hands, wanting to touch you but you moved them away again, reminding him that you wanted them against the floor. You knew that if he wanted to, he was strong enough to resist your grip and he was strong enough to flip you over and make sure he was the one in control of what was happening but he didn’t even try, letting you put his hands wherever you wanted them and do your thing. You couldn’t help but feel turned on by it, it was like you had tamed the big bad wolf. All by yourself. 

He moaned from your moves on top of him, you felt his body contracting under you with a growl. That’s when you decided to finally move and pull his briefs down, freeing his length. You felt another confidence boost when you realized how hard he was, just because of you. 

You grabbed the condom you had left on your bed and rolled it on his length. You pulled your panties aside, deciding to stay in your lingerie. You didn’t want him to see all of you if he didn’t tell you all of him first… You guided him inside you, and it felt like you were fitting each other perfectly. 

You rocked yourself slowly, doing all the work to make him move back and forth inside you. You sighed a few times and he did the same. You liked the way his eyes were fixed on you, it was as if he had never seen anything as nice as you riding him. 

He lifted his hands up once again but instead of pinning them back down to the floor, you let him hold yours, fingers intertwining as you closed your eyes, trying to stay focused on increasing your pace while waves of pleasure kept shaking you up. You felt his muscles tensing up once again and you heard another growl, it wasn’t an aggressive one but it still sounded impressive, reminding you what he really was. 

You moaned loudly, finally reaching your climax. It was your turn to tense up, you were pretty sure that you were crushing Theo’s fingers, holding on so strongly to them but he didn’t complain. 

You looked at him, feeling drained of all your energy but it wasn’t his case. He sat down, planting a last wet kiss on your lips before gently pulling himself out of you. He lifted you up in his arms once again and put you in bed, covering you with your sheets. You looked at him, getting dressed in front of you with a mysterious expression on his face. 

So many things had happened that night, you were feeling exhausted. You fought a moment, trying to keep your eyes open. Theo was all dressed up and he leaned down to leave a light kiss on your forehead, it’s the last thing you felt before falling asleep. 

Morning came quickly. Way too quickly. 

You woke up with a headache, jumping from the loud ringtone of your phone. You saw it on your nightstand, the charger plugged in. You looked around, almost hoping to see Theo somewhere but he had left, leaving your window open. 

You grabbed your phone, rubbing your eyes to see more clearly as it rang again. It was a text from Stiles. 

< Don’t tell me that you did what he said you did. >

You looked at the time. You were very late so at this point, you wondered if you shouldn’t just allow yourself to stay in bed for once… You were too tired to answer Stiles’s questions anyway… Whatever he knew about last night’s events. 

(Masterlist) - (Disclaimer) 

♪♫ Still - Daughter ♪♫

☾ It’s spiraling down, biting words like a wolf howling. Hate is spitting out each others mouths but we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers. Still with feet touching, still with eyes meeting, still our hands match, still with hearts beating. ☽

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

Author’s Note :Brett and Liam are currently the most requested (I get around a hundred requests per day about them…) (Theo is quite requested as well but I already explained why I still haven’t written anything about him) But I miss Isaac too much to go this long without writing anything about him… :3 

And sorry I’m a day late, I really didn’t realize that yesterday was already Moonday! 

It was late at night, the rain kept pouring from the sky, considerably reducing your sight. You stopped running, thinking that you finally had reached a safe hiding place between two buildings. Your clothes were drenched and you shivered, feeling terribly cold. 

You pulled the hood of your sweatshirt back on your hair, as if it would make any difference now that you already were soaked to the bone. You reached a metallic fence, and you just pressed your back against the wall of one of the buildings, hoping that no one would find you here. 

You took some deep breaths, preparing yourself to run again. You jumped when you heard some loud noises coming from the street and you just pressed yourself even closer to the wall. 

Everything became suddenly silent. You could only hear your breathing and your heart racing in your chest. That’s when you saw it; two glowing red eyes already so close to you… You couldn’t tell who it was, it was too dark and raining too much but from the tall and muscular silhouette moving closer to you, you could tell that it wasn’t Scott coming to your rescue.

You considered running, but there was nowhere to go but where you came from and it would make it so easy for him to catch you… If he was going to kill you, you didn’t want to go down without a fight. So you jumped at him, trying to hit him with the baseball bat you had borrowed from Stiles. 

He had no difficulty breaking the bat in two pieces and sending your body flying until you hit against the metallic fence and fell back on the wet concrete ground. The shock was hard, but you weren’t injured. 

You tried to lift yourself back up but you saw the glowing eyes coming at you and you knew you had no choice anymore than to accept your fate. 

You closed your eyes, hoping it would be quick… But one second, two seconds, three seconds went by without anything happening and a loud, almost familiar growl in the distance forced you to open them again. 

You saw some yellow eyes, running at the alpha’s silhouette. You saw their shadows colliding. You heard some menacing growls. You could see them fight but you had lost track of which silhouette belonged to the alpha and which one belonged to the beta. 

It seemed like they were slowly moving away from you, one dragging the other back in the street, probably trying to give you a chance to run away but you were too confused to even think about it. 

You couldn’t see or hear them anymore, but you stayed on the ground, waiting for nothing. 

It was as if only a few minutes had passed when the glowing yellow eyes appeared in front of you again. He crouched to be at your height and you were able to distinguish his face a little better. You recognized some familiar traits and it felt like someone was stabbing you in the heart. Repeatedly. 

“Are you hurt ?” He asked, the sound of his voice giving you the most powerful stab. 

You shook your head, more in disbelief than to actually answer him.

He helped you up on your feet. Your side felt a bit painful but nothing too bad, you just knew that you were going to wake up with some bad bruises. 

“What are you doing here ?” You asked him, staring at his face as if he might suddenly disappear like the hallucination you thought he was. 

“Saving you.” He simply replied, before walking you back to your car. 

He drove you back home and at the moment he pulled your car in your driveway, you felt anger slowly but surely rising inside you. You left your car without a word for him, closing the door of your home behind you, making sure to let him know that he wasn’t invited in. 

You ran to your bedroom, trying to contain yourself and resist the urge to go back outside just to yell at him. 

You opened the door and turned on the light, stepping in only to jump in fear once again when you found him standing between your now open window and your bed. 

“What ? Not even a thank you ?” He asked you, truly confused by your sudden behavior. 

You felt angry again and you would have told him exactly what you thought if you hadn’t let yourself get distracted by the way his wet shirt was sticking to his skin, perfectly drawing each of his muscles… No, focus! You were upset and you wanted him to know it. 

“Isaac, what are you doing in town ?” You asked once again, pressing on every word. 

“I came back… For you.” He answered, closing the window behind him, finally noticing that it was raining inside your bedroom. 

“For me ?” You sneered. “If you ever thought about me, you wouldn’t have left in the first place!” 

“So that’s why you are upset…” He started. 

“I’m not upset, I’m furious!” You fumed. “What did you expect ? That you were going to come back and save me like a perfect prince charming and everything will be fine and we’ll kiss under the rain ?” 

“Well kissing under the rain always works.” He replied, with a smile making you even more angry even if he didn’t seem to remark it. 

“Maybe on french girls, not on me.” You snapped. 

Your gaze fell on his chest once again, you tried to stay focused, looking at his face instead. His hair was dripping, a drop running from his forehead, finishing its race on his lips. His lips that you’ve been missing for so long… 

“Do you realize that you were dating me and you left without even a goodbye ? You were dating me and you left because Alison died, how do you think I felt ?” You told him, calming down but forcing yourself to speak instead of running in his arms just to remember how safe it felt. 

He stayed silent for a moment, looking at you with true guilt in his eyes. You didn’t know if he was making that lost puppy face on purpose or not, but you tried to not give in that easily. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you…” He said, almost in a whisper as he looked down. 

“Well you did. You reallydid.” 

“I’m sorry.” He repeated again. 

You sighed. Hearing him saying those words was making you feel a little better. 

He stepped closer and you turned your back on him, facing your closet and pretending to be searching for something in it. 

“I missed you.” You heard him say, so close to you. 

You closed your eyes, feeling his arms around your waist, pulling you in your wet clothes against his. His lips left a soft kiss on your neck and it asked for all your strength to move his arms away from you. 

“That’s not how it works.” You said, tuning around to face him. “You left for months and you think that now that you are back, everything will be just as it used to be ?” 

“I wish it could be.” 

“Well it can’t, I didn’t know if you were ever going to come back… I have a new boyfriend.” You stated. 

He nodded, seemingly understanding and took a step back but you could see in his eyes that you had just broke his heart, and you hated that. The only reason you started dating someone else was in hopes of forgetting him, but you never did. And now that Isaac was back here, you were rejecting him… 

“Do you want me to leave ?” He asked, already walking to the window. 

You shook your head to say no and you stared at each other for a moment, in silence. 

“You’re still wearing my hoodie.” He remarked. “Maybe that’s why you still smell a bit like me, that’s why I thought that you still… Wanted me.” 

You nodded in silence once again, unsure of what to do or say. You were in love with Isaac, you always were, of course you still wanted him. You wanted him so bad. 

“Do you want me to stay ?” He asked, hesitating. 

“Yes.” You replied, softly. 

He didn’t seem like he was expecting that answer and he wasn’t quite sure what to do now. 

You pulled your hoodie off and followed with your shirt. The way he was looking at you was the exact same way he did the very first time he had seen you naked, eyes full of a mix of lust and love for you. 

Your skin was glistening, as wet as if you had just gotten out of the shower. He smiled at you from across the room and pulled his shirt off too. His chest as wet as your skin. 

You pulled your pants down and tossed them away with your shoes, looking back at Isaac, expecting him to do the same but his eyes were glued to you and he didn’t seem fully able to function anymore…

You were left in your white underwear, probably transparent now as they were just as drenched as your clothes. You walked up to him, not even waiting for him to come back to himself before hardly pressing your lips against his, almost on tiptoes to be able to reach them. 

You stepped back to unzip his pants and they immediately fell to his ankles. You saw that hard bump under the fabric of his underwear. 

He pulled you against him to kiss you and with his hand on your back, he gently pushed you down on your bed. You lied down and he held himself above you, kissing your neck with intensity. You closed your eyes, it felt so good to have him close to you again. For months you weren’t even sure that you’d ever see him again and now he was on top of you, kissing you as if he had never left.

Maybe it wasn’t real, maybe it was an hallucination, maybe the alpha had killed you and that was your own personal heaven… But whatever it was, you didn’t want it to stop. 

His lips left your neck, leaving kisses down your chest and stomach. He reached your panties and pulled them down and when he made you open your legs wider, you knew what was coming. Once again it felt too good to be real.

He buried his face between your legs and you felt his mouth on your clit, gently sucking on it. You heavily sighed, closing your eyes again, already feeling pleasure building inside you. 

He played around with his tongue, remembering exactly what to do to drive you crazy. Then, he moved down and you felt his tongue entering you. You arched your back a little and let it fall back down on the sheets, your hand reaching for his wet curls between your legs, hoping he’d be able to go deeper inside you but he got out only to get back in with a lick. 

After a few more teases, he abruptly left you, maybe as eager as you were to have him fully inside you. He stood in front of the bed and before you knew it, he pulled on your legs, dragging you closer to him. You felt his hard dick entering you and you sighed loudly. Finally. You thought that you weren’t going to feel him inside you ever again. 

He held your thighs, entering you entirely with all his length. You felt a light pain, you weren’t as used to it anymore, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction that your body was feeling. 

You looked at him just as he tilted his head back with a loud breath, also trying to get used to you again. 

He gently moved, making sure that you had enough time to adjust to him before he started thrusting, deeply in and then almost out. It didn’t take long until a moan escaped your lips. He stopped himself and climbed back on the bed, immediately finding his way back inside you. He leaned down to kiss you for a moment before he increased his pace, holding your legs around each side of his body. You held yourself to your sheets, feeling close. 

You kept your eyes fixed on him, pretty sure that he looked ever hotter now than in your memories. Who would have thought that it was even possible… You saw a familiar expression appear on his face, you knew what it meant and it was enough to make you lose your mind for good. You arched your back once again, your loud moan resounding with his as he came inside you, leaving you breathless. 

You enjoyed every second of your climax. Then you waited for him to come back to himself. You smiled at him and he leaned to kiss you again, but quickly moved away and you were disappointed, expecting it to last a little longer. 

“You are going to break up with him now, right ?” He asked, suddenly concerned. 

“Are you planning on staying in Beacon Hills ?”  

“Yes, I’m not going to leave you again.” He affirmed. 

“Then yes, I’m going to break up with him.” You answered. 

He smiled, satisfied by your answer and got back to kissing you. And, as much as you were enjoying his kisses and having him close to you, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit preoccupied now. You didn’t really know how you were going to break up with Liam…

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☾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.☽

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• 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.

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Requested: Could you possibly do a smut sequel to the Davey daddy kink fic you did?

Warnings:  smut, daddy kink, unprotected sex, spanking

Summary: Once Davey finds out about your new kink, he decides to explore it.

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You were pinned against the now locked door, Davey’s lips centimeters away from your ear, his body flush against yours. The next words that came out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you need daddy to take care of you sweetheart?” Davey cooed in your ear. You nodded shyly, looking up at Davey with a blush growing on your face. “Are you going to be a good girl for your daddy?” He asked, grabbing your chin making you let out a whimper and give him a small nod. “Use your words baby girl.” Davey teased, caressing your cheek making you melt.

“Y-yes daddy.” You whispered, a gasp leaving you when Davey’s lips were on yours. You would’ve ran your fingers through his hair, but he pinned your hands above your head, deepening the kiss making your knees go weak and you leaned back against the wall for support. You let a whine when he pulled away, leaning forward trying to catch his lips for another kiss, but his finger stopped you. 

“Now now, behave.” Davey smirked down at you. “Come.” He instructed, running his finger against the bottom of your chin before he started making his way to your room. You followed behind him silently, the ache between your legs causing your legs to tremble on the way. You hadn’t expected to feel this excited when you finally told Davey about your kink, but you brushed it off thinking it was because it happened by surprise.

“Dav-” You started but caught yourself clearing your throat. “Daddy?” You asked shyly, making Davey turn toward you and hum in response sitting on the bed. “I, um… h-how do you want me?” You asked softly, looking down at your feet. 

“How about you strip for daddy sweetheart?” Davey asked, making you blush and nod your head rapidly.

“Yes daddy.” You smiled at him sweetly, starting to pull your clothes off slowly. You couldn’t help but blush at the way Davey was watching you, his eyes looking at every inch of you. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together when you felt the wetness starting to pool in your panties.

“You’re such a naughty girl aren’t you?” Davey tsked, standing up and walking over to you, nudging your legs apart with his foot. “Daddy never gave you permission.” He explained, bending down slightly so he was eye to eye with you. “I think someone deserves to be punished. Don’t you?” He asked, caressing your cheek making your eyes flutter closed.

“Please.” You begged before you could stop yourself, a deep blush seeming to permanently stay on your cheeks. “I mean, yes daddy.” You corrected yourself shyly. 

You watched in awe when Davey started to pull your clothes off of you, leaving kisses all over you, making sure to not miss one single inch. You squirmed slightly when his tongue grazed your nipples, a small breathy moan leaving you. He stood up once all your clothes were flung across the room, pulling you to the bed with him, sitting down before pulling you down to bend over his lap.

“You’re getting five. Count for daddy.” He explained before his hand came down in a somewhat hard spank making you jolt forward with a wine.

“One.” You whimpered out, and you continued to whimper out numbers, by the end Davey had you moaning from the slight sting that you felt. You gasped when Davey started to rubbing your butt soothingly, making you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

“Are you ready for daddy to fuck you?” Davey asked, his finger running up your dripping slit making you moan. “I’d say so hmm?” Davey cooed, rubbing your back slowly. You were glad that you weren’t facing him, knowing he’d see just how red your face had become.

“Yes daddy.” You explained quietly, knowing he heard you when you heard him hum. 

Davey picked you up as though you were a rag doll, throwing you on to the bed eliciting a giggle from you when he climbed on top of you and started to kiss all over your face. Davey kicked off his pants and underwear off, not bothering to take off his shirt, unable to ignore the throbbing in his pants anymore. Davey was showering you with kisses when you slowly pushed in, making your back arch, a moan leaving your mouth.

“You feel so good around daddy.” Davey moaned against your lips, his thrusts starting at an agonizingly slow pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as whimpers left your mouth.

“Oh, daddy.” You moaned, pulling Davey closer to you. “Harder, please.” You begged, your legs wrapping around his waist. You let out a cry when Davey started moving faster and harder, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall filling your ears. Your walls clenched around Davey, your legs starting to shake, the knot in your stomach aching to come loose.

“Look at you, already gonna cum for me huh?” Davey smirked, pounding into you harder. “Cum for daddy.” Davey cooed, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but listen to him, your entire body shaking under him as your orgasm hit you full force. Nothing but moans and whimpers came from you, words getting caught and trapped in your throat, pushed back by your moans.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out once you finally caught your breath, shuddering when you felt Davey’s warm cum painting your walls. Davey let out a small groan, his face nuzzled in your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck. Davey pulled out of you slowly, making you shiver when you felt the cool air hit you. 

“Let me go get something to clean you up.” Davey explained kissing you softly, walking out off the room, leaving you on the bed in a daze. 

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Requested: Could you do a Trans!Race and Male Reader smut,just like some really fluffy smut with a somewhat insecure Race? If you’re comfortable with that

Warnings: smut, insecure race, sad race for only a little bit, and nothing else really cause fluff

and for all my trans folks out there who might get dysphoric from reading this, Race isn’t fully transitioned so just beware when reading

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You’d been watching Tv, minding your own business when Race had walked in, straddling your lap and pulling you in for a kiss. It caught you by surprise but you kissed back, placing your hands on his face, deepening the kiss. Race hummed into the kiss, smiling against your lips before pulling away.

“Well hello there.” You laughed, giving him a small smile. The only response you’d gotten was Race’s lips connecting to your jaw. You let out a breathy moan when Race nipped at your skin, showing your sweet spot no mercy while he did anything he could to get the darkest hickey on your neck. “Race.” You moaned, grabbing his hips to stop him the second he started grinding down against you. “I- I thought you didn’t want-” You tried asking but Race shushed you.

“I want to. Please.” Race almost begged. “I want you.” He mumbled against your lips. 

“Race we don’t have to if you don’t really want to. I know you said the last time you did it with someone, it made you uncomfortable.” You explained, pulling away to caress Race’s cheek. 

“But it’s not fair to you.” Race shook his head with a sniffle, his vision starting to go blurry from tears. 

“Why is it not fair?” You asked, but remembered all the conversations about this you’d had before. “Race we don’t have to have sex okay? That’s not important. We do so many other things that make you feel comfortable, I don’t want to do this when I know that it does the exact opposite.” You explained, watching Race’s lip quiver.

“I want to. I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t say anything about… down there… that’ll make me uncomfortable.” Race explained, trying to hold back his tears.

“Are you really sure?” You asked, earning a nod. “And we can stop anytime, you know that right?” You asked, rubbing his arm, trying to get him to calm down.

“Well… I’m scared to do it from the back, s-so I guess we could do it from the front.” Race explained, his voice shaky. 

“Race look at me.” You said, grabbing his face in your hands making him look at you. “We don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, no matter where we do it.” You explained, pulling him down to kiss the tears that had slipped down his cheeks away.

“I really want you Y/N. I won’t be uncomfortable, and I’ll tell you if I am, I promise.” Race explained, wiping his cheeks free of tears.

“Okay.” You smiled, picking him up as you got off the couch, carrying him to your room. 

You tossed him onto your bed, earning a small laugh from Race.You both kicked off your clothes, both of you pulling each other back in for a kiss the second all of your clothes were off. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths while Race tugged at your hair sending shivers down your spine. You let out a surprised groan when Race started to pump your length, but he pulled you in for a kiss to muffle your moans. 

You blindly reached for the condoms and lube you kept in the night stand, kissing Race while you lubed up your fingers and slowly slid them into him. He pulled away from the kiss because of the long moan that left his mouth. Race couldn’t say anything, moans being the only thing coming from him.

“Look at my handsome boy.” You cooed in his ear, picking up the pace of your fingers. Race whined, holding onto one of your arms as his back arched off the bed. “Look at me.” You whispered, making Race finally open up his eyes. “There’s my boy.” You smirked, curling your fingers inside him making Race let out a pleasured cry.

“Y/N.” Race moaned out, his nails digging into your arm.

“Yes?” You smirked, leaning down pecking his lips.

“I need you in me.” He moaned, almost begging.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You teased, pulling your fingers out of him. You tore the condom open, slipping it on and lining yourself up with Race’s entrance. “Are you sure about this?” You asked, kissing Race’s nose softly.

“Please.” Race nodded, pulling you down for a kiss. 

You slowly sunk in all the way, a moan that sounded like relief leaving Race’s parted lips. You groaned once you were fully in, pulling Race in for a kiss.

“I love you.” You whispered, pulling Race in for a kiss. 

“I love you too.” Race moaned against your lips, bucking his hips up to meet your thrusts.

You picked up the pace, both of your moans filling the room, Race’s nails raking down your back making you shudder. Race pulled you down against him, his legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You reached back to lift his legs slightly, your next thrust hitting Race’s gspot making his back arch off the bed, and a stream of curses and moans left his mouth, his walls clenching around your length making you groan. You rested your forehead onto his, both of you cumming at the same time, and you pulled out, giving Race kiss after kiss, watching as a tired smile formed on his face.

“Are you okay?” You asked, caressing his cheek, kissing his eyes, nose, and lips softly.

“Perfect.” He responded, both of you getting ready for bed and curling into each other’s arms.

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James Bond

Paring: Cliff Booth x fem! Reader

Warnings:smut, unprotected sex, subtle praise kink, oral (m receiving), older guy young girl trope

Summary:Whose idea was it to hire a stunt double as a lead? It was an utterly awful, unfathomable idea. That was, until you got to know this mysterious lead… then, things become so much more.

Word Count:6.1k

As a child in Los Angeles, all I ever wanted to be was a movie star. There was something endearing about watching people move on television and knowing that every step, twirl, kiss, and line was meticulously planned.

They made it look so natural, as if they came up with it on the fly.

I wished I could be like them. I wanted to accomplish what they could with minimal effort. I desired to be interviewed by a handsome man who would inquire as to how I was able to do what I do. I remember lying on my aunt’s hardwood floor as she’s the only one in the family with a television. My stomach pressed against the ground, twirling my hair in my fingers as my gaze wandered over the familiar faces dancing across the screen.

Movies are an untapped market that will undoubtedly boom in the coming decades. I wanted to be a part of the revolution. I aspired to be a forerunner. I wanted to be remembered as an influential woman who had a significant impact on cinema for decades after my death.

Now I found myself in the 1970s. An era that will be remembered for its fashion, dances, and phenomenal impact on cinema. Bond movies were at an all-time high, and the stereotype of womanizers was in full swing.

“Cliff Booth?!”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Cliff Booth?! I tightened my grip on the poor piece of paper, causing it to crinkle under my grip.

“But… he’s a stunt double?!”

“Well ever since he beat up those hippies that broke into Rick Dalton’s house his name has gained quite a bit of traction in Hollywood.”

The director spoke with a country accent that was thicker than tar. He was well-versed in the land of westerns, and I had no doubt that this casting was at least partially his idea.

I scoffed. He was joking, right?

“Oh come on David… he’s a sorry sack of shit and we both know it…”

David took a long drag on his cigarette before tossing it to the floor and crushing it under his boot, twisting the embers into the dry ground.

“Y/N, you know the whole womanizer idea is hot shit right now…”

“There’s thousands of studs in Hollywood, David… Thousands of studs who are also good actors.”

I crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it to the ground below me. Our attention was drawn to the paper ball, which we followed with our eyes until it stood motionless on the dusty ground.

“He better keep his shit together…”

I tried to come across as intimidating by speaking through my teeth and straightening my back. Unfortunately, my efforts were not fruitful, and David saw right through me.

The bright California sun glinted off his blue irises as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest in over exaggerated annoyance.

“Y/N… he’s a professional-”

“They say he killed his own wife!”

“I do not give two shits about what my actors do off set!… Frankly, as long as they’re able to give one hundred fifty percent in front of the camera they’re considered gold in my book.”

I rolled my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep from losing my cool.

This was a completely ridiculous idea. Casting a stunt double as an attractive, romantic, womanizer lead was a ludicrous notion.

I swallowed my rage and crossed my arms over my chest, digging my dull nails into my biceps until my brain forced me to stop due to the assault on my nerves. The pain was harsh, but it successfully distracted my mind from the problem at hand for mere moments.

“Look Y/N… you’re young-”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“I never said you were… But I’ve been in this business for longer than you’ve been alive and I assure you I know what I am doing.”

I despised how every man over 30 addressed me as if I were a complete moron who didn’t know their right from their left. I wasn’t an idiot. I’ve been in the industry for a few years now, and I make it a point to learn everything I can before diving into something new.

I know exactly what I’m doing.

I simply bit back my rage. I couldn’t let a single bad decision ruin my chances of making it big.

“Couldn’t you have at least gotten Rick Dalton?… I mean, he’s ancient and practically insignificant nowadays but at least he can act.”

David grimaced. In his youth, he was a big fan of Bounty Law, and hearing me, an inexperienced idiot, bash his favorite actor damaged a very important part of himself.

“Rick Dalton is a cowboy… Not a womanizer… Plus, I’m sure he’s busy.”

“What does Cliff Booth have that the thousands of super talented Hollywood hunks don’t?”

David tilted his head slightly forward.

“He’s an untapped market… people know him as Rick Dalton’s stunt double but if he’s also good as an actor…”

David smirked and nodded devilishly, raising a finger.

“Well… then that’s a conversation piece.”

He dropped his arm, returning it to its original position across his chest.

“Besides… he’s got a look that could make all of us filthy rich.”

I pursed my lips.

“Sure… whatever.”

“Just do the goddamn movie with him. I don’t give a shit if you two never speak to each other after we wrap this up but at least act like you’re interested.”

“Well… that is my job.”

David chuckled, a crooked smile forming on his face.

“Cliff will be here soon… Be on your best behavior.”

I rolled my eyes nonchalantly.

“Whatever… I’ll be in my trailer if you need me.”

I said my goodbyes and made my way across the small trailer lot to my new home. Because the cast of this film was small, only a few trailers were required to accompany the small number of cast members.

As usual, the California weather was pleasant. The sun was warm but not oppressive. The gentle breezes that blew through the city were the perfect breath of fresh air in the midst of a hectic day.

The weather here was always perfect.

The sun glistened off the side of my metal trailer, reflecting directly into my eyes and forcing me to cover my face with the back of my hand to protect my retinas from the rays.

As I flung open the door to my trailer, a particularly cool breath of fresh air tousled my hair. I sighed heavily, my chest collapsing.

Let’s hope he doesn’t screw this up.

I mean, who’s idea was it to cast a stunt double as the lead role?

David.

In a temporary fit of rage, I slammed the door shut. A loud bang erupted, shaking the entire trailer.

“I swear if he messes this up for me…”

I clenched my teeth. This was going to be my big break. This movie was going to be a huge hit! A spicy romance film about a womanizer man and a younger girl would undoubtedly make waves in Hollywood, especially with the Bond universe reaching an all time high.

I’d be right in the thick of it. People will be talking about this movie for decades to come. How it was technically incorrect, how it was messed up in so many ways, but they’d go home and watch it anyway. Because it would be impossible to deny that they’re tempted.

David made a wise choice in giving me a chance. But a stunt double? He’s only good for jumping off horses and trying not to get hurt!

I take a deep breath and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of sweet oxygen filling my lungs. David is not a moron. Cliff will be fine, I’m sure. I couldn’t let a minor inconvenience derail my promising career.

“Ugh.”

I groaned, collapsing onto my stiff couch, which provided little comfort in my time of need. The hinges groaned as they suffocated under my weight.

I pressed my cheek against the scratchy fabric, my cheekbone digging into the surface as my face compressed to meld against the couch.

I should rehearse my lines. I should go for a walk. I should do something productive.

I couldn’t make myself move from where I was, my front pressed against the rock solid couch. The trailer was poorly insulated, and the interior was musty and sticky. I could see dust particles floating through the air, with not a care in the world.

“Hey Dave, how’s it going?”

Outside my trailer, I heard a man’s voice I didn’t recognize.

Was he already here?! How long have I been relaxing?

I sat up, clambering to the tiny window on the side of the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of my costar.

I leaned in, my hands on either side of the circular window, my face almost touching the glass. I stared at him as if I’d never seen a man before.

He stood tall on the dusty ground, clad in dark blue jeans and a bright yellow button-up shirt. His eyes were obscured by dark sunglasses that reflected David’s image onto them.

As much as I despised admitting it, he had a look, an iconic look. He carried himself as if he were the only man who mattered. Even if you weren’t a fan of the macho older man look, his confidence was undeniably impressive.

David tipped his cowboy hat to him, giving him a proper welcome full of good old-fashioned southern hospitality.

Cliff’s voice was much deeper and stronger than David’s. His tone cut through the air like a knife, and I could clearly hear what he was saying. I couldn’t make out David’s words. He sounded like he was mumbling under his breath.

To be fair, they were quite a distance away from me.

They conversed as if they were old friends reuniting after a long absence. Their postures were relaxed, with their hands lazily placed on their hips and their pelvises cocked to the side.

“I’m excited to do this movie David…”

“Thank you for the opportunity…”

“I love your work…”

He was kissing up, and rightly so. When I first met David, I did the same thing. I knew I needed to win over the director, or else I’d be in for a bumpy ride.

“Sure! I’d be willing to start filming later today!”

Huh?! What did he say?!

Oh God, I needed to prepare myself.

Cliff gave David a nod, before turning on his heels and making his way towards my trailer.

Oh wait… why is he coming over?

His hair fluttered in the gentle breeze as he strutted confidently towards me. I crouched quickly to avoid his gaze.

Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

I crawled across the floor, scrambling for stray pieces of my script that were strewn about. The papers kept slipping from my grasp, fluttering to the floor just beyond my reach.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, hurriedly gathering the papers in my grasp and clutching them to my chest, crinkling them in the process.

I could hear him, his loud footfalls echoing just outside my trailer.

I lunged to the couch, settling into a comfortable sitting position with the few papers I could gather in the limited time I was given. I went through them. They were all scrambled, chunks from various scenes at scattered points throughout the film.

He knocked, sending a brief shock through the trailer. I gulped.

“Come in.”

I said with all the assurance I could muster. Hopefully, he won’t think too much about the nerves that were covered by my phony confidence.

He swung the door open using its flimsy hinges. I glanced at him through my lashes, pretending to be surprised but not overjoyed.

He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Oh… hello…”

I gave him a quick smile before returning my attention to the script in my hands.

“Boss told me to tell you that we’ll be filming later today… if that’s alright…”

I pursed my lips and nodded, not looking him in the eyes.

“That’s fine… What time is he thinking?”

“In like… two hours maybe.”

“Okay… Thanks for telling me.”

I pretended to be reading the script in front of me. It was the scene in which the two characters were in a club, hitting it off.

It was unmistakably a slow burn.

I was expecting him to leave. He’d told me everything there was to say. What else could he possibly want?

He pushed himself off the door frame and took a long step forward, getting halfway between me and the door.

“You look like you take yourself too seriously… Am I right?”

Excuse me?! I scoffed, not looking him in the eyes in fear my nerves would consume me.

I’m not sure why I was so worried. Nerves didn’t look good on me.

“You really just say whatever’s on your mind, don’t you?”

He chuckled.

“Sometimes…”

His presence was oppressive. As I read the page in front of me for the tenth time, I could feel his eyes boring into my skull.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

I raised my head to meet his stare.

I could feel his gaze on me despite his sunglasses. My heart started racing. Even when he didn’t want to be, he was super intimidating. He exuded dominance, which would undoubtedly come in handy during filming.

“Are you gonna leave now?”

I inquired as politely as I could. Unfortunately, I came across as bratty rather than kind. Cliff chuckled through a closed mouth.

“I think I’d rather stay here and stare at you a little longer.”

Now he was just messing with me.

“Fine… I don’t really care.”

I did care. I very much did care.

I couldn’t think because he was standing over me. I was struggling to breathe. He had a hold on me just by being in the same room with me.

“Why are you even here? You’re a stunt double.”

I asked nonchalantly, my gaze fixed on the words on my script. I’m not sure why I said that. I only needed to talk to get my mind off the crushing weight of his presence.

“Boss said I have a good look…”

I could tell he was smirking. His tone was far too arrogant.

“I’m sure that stroked your ego.”

I flipped the page, focusing my attention on the script’s words. It was the first scene.

It might be beneficial to take a close look at this.

“You’ve got fire in you… I like it.”

Oh, please. I could see where this was going. Did he think I wouldn’t notice how his voice changed to add a sensual undertone to the conversation?

“Thank you… now please leave before I vomit all over your fifty cent boots.”

I wanted him out of my trailer so I could breathe normally again. He was staring at me like a hawk, and it was getting annoying and uncomfortable.

Cliff scoffed.

“Alright… I’ll leave you alone honey.”

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the pet name.

He turned and walked towards the door, his steps rattling the trailer slightly everytime his foot came into contact with the ground.

I let out a heavy sigh as he closed the door behind him, my chest collapsing with relief.

I lowered myself to the ground and began rummaging through the papers to compile the first scene. I was successful in organizing the papers into their respective scenes.

I read the first scene several times, making sure I knew every line from beginning to end. I even spoke aloud, rehearsing what I would say and how I would approach the dialogue in the most natural way.

I’d done enough research on David to know that he prefers to be free most of the time, which is why his films are so iconic. He believes in his actors and allows them to do almost anything they want while saying their lines as long as it appears natural.

So, it was my responsibility to put together a rough idea of my staging.

I couldn’t help but look over to the bar scene to see what I was in for. I read it once, twice, and three times. I couldn’t stop myself from skimming over the words.

I was in for a wild ride. This scene was completely wild.

A loud slam on my door startled me out of my daze.

“We’re filming now! Get on set!”

“I’ll be right out!”

I assumed we’d start the day with the first scene because I hadn’t received any information to the contrary.

I took a few moments to myself. Before exhaling, I took a deep breath and stretched my arms above my head.

“Okay… let’s do this.”

As I approached the set, I noticed that the props and locations appeared to correspond with the first scene.

Thank God.

“Alright… First scene… get ready you guys.”

David addressed us from behind the camera, which was pointed directly at the set. I lowered my gaze, smoothing the wrinkles in my costume. Fortunately, I had not completely ruined the dress with sweat.

Cliff was dressed in the same outfit as before.

Was that his costume?

I suppose it did fit the character.

In a sense, the character reflected his own personality.

“Alright you guys… you know I’m a fan of improv so just do whatever the hell you feel like… just keep the lines the same… don’t leave anything out.”

David was a big fan of small groups as well. He didn’t hire anyone unless he absolutely needed to. As a result, he was the sole operator of the camera.

He was truly iconic. This method of execution should not work… but David manages to make everything work despite the odds.

Cliff was prepared, standing in place, waiting for his chance to shine.

“Places…”

“Oh… right!”

I exclaimed, completely absorbed in my own thoughts. I walked onto the set, taking a random position and re-enacting the blocking I’d imagined in my head.

Only now would I have to work off of Cliff, making the job even more difficult.

I’ll be alright.

I can do this.

The first scene went very smoothly, we only needed one take to get it perfect.

“You guys are on fire! Alright, how about the club scene?!”

The club scene?

However, we were in the middle of the desert, where our characters were supposed to meet for the first time. It was extremely unlikely, but I had faith in David. When it comes to romance films, the more absurd, the better. People are drawn to a plot that they have never heard of before.

Besides, the entire point of this film was to be unlikely, almost impossible. A film in which critics will make ridiculous assumptions about hidden metaphors decades later.

“How are we gonna do the club scene when we’re in the middle of the desert, boss?”

Cliff was thinking the same thing as me.

David bit his bottom lip and gazed at the ground, thinking. He was a bit short-sighted for a theatrical genius at times.

“Well… let’s just do the post club scene shall we?… Cliff’s character is supposed to be broke despite how he presents himself… So using one of the trailers will suffice.”

Oh God… the post club scene meaning the scene where it is heavily hinted at that we-

“Sure… I’m good with that.”

Of course Cliff didn’t mind… he got to kiss a girl old enough to be his daughter.

“Y/N?”

David turned his eyes to me, as if he needed confirmation that everything was fine on my end.

I flushed bright red.

“Oh… yeah, sure… that’s fine… but, um… I didn’t really get a chance to look over my lines for that scene… and I-I think I need a different costume.”

David nodded.

“You’re right… let’s wait for an hour or so, so the sun can fully set… and so you guys can prepare.”

“Sure! Sounds great!”

I agreed a little too enthusiastically before hastening my way to my trailer. I had no doubt they’d be very suspicious of my rushed manor.

The trust was, I had gone over that scene twenty times before. I knew all of the lines backwards and forwards. I had spent time thinking about how much I would despise having to kiss him and pretend to be deeply in love with him.

That’s why I was blushing… because I was nervous… and I hated him.

I changed my outfit and did my own makeup.

Makeup and costume people were another thing David considered pointless. He was always saying how he preferred the actors to choose their own costumes based on what they thought was best, and to do their own makeup. He wanted his characters to be real people, people who were probably not great at clothing design or elaborate makeup techniques.

Fortunately, he offered to pay me more since I was basically doing all the work myself.

I must have done my makeup ten times to avoid having to think about the impending doom that was coming much sooner than expected. In the little mirror hanging on the wall of my trailer, I put it on, then took it off, then put it on again, then fixed every single minor error before taking it completely off.

As the sun began to set, I could see the light fading from my trailer and feel the sudden unease that struck me every time my mind wandered.

I swiped the eyeliner against my skin.

“Fuck.”

I muttered under my breath as I erased it all away with a wipe.

I should probably put it on for good, as filming time is quickly approaching.

I was about to apply my final stroke of eyeshadow when I heard a knock on the door and a voice telling me to come outside. I finished quickly, taking a deep breath, hoping for calm rather than preparation.

When I stepped outside, I felt naked and exposed in front of two fully grown men. Unfortunately, the short red dress I chose left little room for the imagination.

“Alright… I think we’d better use Cliff’s trailer since I’m sure it’s a mess.”

Dave and Cliff both laughed at David’s terrible joke. I remained silent, only offering a small smile to indicate that I was listening.

I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking about how much this was going to suck, at least for me anyway.

I thought of how much it would suck to have Cliff feeling me up and pretending I enjoyed it.

Because I’d definitely hate it.

I’d hate how his rough hands would feel against my soft skin.

Ew. I don’t like that I had that thought.

The scene was… a big mess of emotions. I wasn’t sure what exactly I should feel at any given moment. My entire mine was plagued with scattered thoughts that would lead to unintentional and completely ludicrous places.

By the time it was completely over, my face was flushed bright red and my heart was beating out of my chest.

I slammed my trailer door shut, heaving breaths of anxiety.

Oh God… that was too much.

The way he was touching me… I wanted to hate it so bad. I hated myself for allowing myself to enjoy it.

The worst part of it was… we needed more than one take.

Which meant I had to feel him touching me in every place the sun touched. I had to feel his lips against mine and try to pretend I was seconds away from moaning into his mouth while David stood behind a camera and recorded us.

God I wish we could just do those things in private.

No, no I don’t. What am I talking about?! I definitely don’t want that.

He was in my trailer, standing in the frame while I was busy agonizing over my thoughts. I didn’t notice him at first.

“Oh! Um… I’m sorry I didn’t see you there…”

I swallowed my anxiety, my gaze fixed on the ground below me as my insides shook violently, plaguing me with heavy waves of unease.

He knew what I was thinking.

He knew exactly what I was thinking.

How could he not?

“I’m just gonna cut to the chase because I think you know what all of this is about.”

I did.

I knew exactly what all of this was about.

I knew exactly where this was going.

And I couldn’t help but grow wet at the mere thought of where this night would undoubtedly lead.

“You were gettin’ antsy in that last scene.”

He placed a curled finger under my chin, forcing my head upwards to meet his gaze.

“Waddya have to say about that?”

I gulped.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know…”

“I…”

I sounded pitiful. Cliff was obviously a man who knew exactly what he wanted, so I expected him to become frustrated and antsy. Instead, he seemed amused, finding my discomfort humorous.

He scoffed.

“Alright honey…”

My lower abdomen fluttered at the pet name.

“Since you don’t wanna talk I guess I’ll have to work it outta ya.”

His voice dropped to just barely above a sensual whisper, his newfound tone making my stomach flip upside down.

He smashed my lips into mine without hesitation, pushing me backwards with extreme force until my knees smacked against the couch, knocking me into a sitting position until I was eye level with his large belt buckle.

His hand caressed my jaw, tilting it upwards to meet his crushing gaze.

Cliff’s calloused fingertips grazed sensually against my lips, raising goosebumps along my spine. He took his time, ensuring I was aching by the time he was done getting under my skin.

“God you’re beautiful…”

He mumbled almost incoherently.

“You wanna suck my cock babygirl?… you want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

I swallowed, my throat becoming constricted with fear.

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache in my core.

“Speak up honey… otherwise I’ll leave while you’re aching.”

I took a shaky breath, reaching up with trembling hands to undo his belt.

Cliff dropped his hand to the side, releasing his tender grip on my jaw.

The metal buckle continued to slip from my shaky hands. My nerves transformed the simple task into a nearly impossible process.

“Don’t be nervous…”

My cheeks flushed red as I tried to keep my eyes on the rusty golden buckle so I didn’t become intimidated.

“Hey. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

He demanded, his voice becoming firm yet keeping the mumbling tone.

I gathered my courage, trialing my eyes upwards to glance at him through my lashes.

“Don’t be nervous… after I fill you pretty mouth with my thick cock I’ll make you cum so hard your whole body will be begging me for more.”

I clenched my jaw, tearing my eyes away from him to fully undo his belt and slip it through the loops with a loud whoosh.

I felt his large cock growing hard through his jeans as my hands gently grazed over his clothed erection. My mouth watered as I unbuttoned his pants and dragged the denim down his muscular thick thighs.

I palmed him through the thin fabric of his boxers, eliciting a low moan from the back of Cliff’s throat as he threw his head backwards and exposed his adams apple.

His hands found their place on my scalp, tangling his fingers into my locks.

“Put my fucking cock in your mouth before I make you regret it…”

His grip tightened in my hair, pulling the strands from my scalp. I couldn’t help but groan at the pain, pushing the noises down into the pit of my stomach.

“No teasing.”

He demanded, his voice now breathy and thick with anticipation.

“Okay…”

I murmured timidly, swallowing my nerves as I hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles.

I was eye level with his cock, which was incredibly thick and unmistakingly the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen in my entire life.

Which wasn’t saying much, as I wasn’t the most experienced person on set.

The aching in my cunt grew when I was able to fully take in his glorious cock, and began thinking of how it would feel inside of me, fantastically stretching my walls.

My face was burning hot with desire as I tenderly grasped his length, giving it a few gentle pumps.

Cliff sighed deeply, loosening his grip on my hair once he realized I would gladly take control.

“You’re beautiful Cliff…”

I wasn’t sure what I should say now that I was so close to having his cock inside of me, but I figured he’d appreciate a gentle compliment.

Cliff scoffed.

“Thank you honey… you’re not too bad yourself.”

His line was painfully cliche, but I didn’t mind. This situation was making me far too aroused to care about a cliche.

I took his cock into my mouth, immediately thrusting it towards the back of my throat with eagerness.

Cliff groaned and moaned as I bobbed my head along his length, the pleasure filled sounds adding to the pooling wetness in my damp panties.

His grip tightened, not in frustration, but in the sheer pleasure of my warm mouth bobbing along his veiny cock.

“Fuck… you’re such a good girl.”

He gasped in between strangled moans.

I was already a mess and he had hardly touched me. My heart was pounding. My face was flushed bright red. My panties were soaking wet and my cunt was aching to the point of pain.

I was antsy, antsy to feel him throbbing inside of me.

Cliff threw his head downwards, his eyes boring into my skull as his strong grip assisted me in bobbing my head along him.

His tip was hitting the back of my throat. I almost gagged as he began to buck his hips into my mouth.

Tears of pleasure were forming at the corners of my eyes, and a few escaped my eyelids and began to roll down my cheeks.

I glanced up at him through my thick lashes, his crushing stare making my heart flutter with anticipation.

His lips were wet with saliva, his teeth clenched, the muscles on his jaw protruding from the sides of his cheeks.

It filled me with pride to know I had such a profound effect on him. I wrapped my hands around his muscular thighs to steady myself as I began to take his cock with my urgency.

“Oh my… fuck… you’re such a slut for me.”

Cliff’s hips were thrusting aggressively into my mouth, the tip of my nose brushing against his happy trail.

“You’re gonna make me cum so hard honey… I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy around my throbbing cock.”

His length began to twitch in my mouth, the salty taste of precum lingering on my tongue.

With a few more thrusts, Cliff was falling over the edge into the realm of pleasure. His chest collapsed as he unloaded his cum into the back of my throat, his grip on my hair suddenly loosening as he reached his high.

I bobbed my head twice more along his dick to help him ride out his orgasm before removing my mouth with a pop.

Cliff was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with gasps as he came down to earth after an intense orgasm.

He dropped his hand to his side, relaxing his body as we both mentally prepared ourselves for what was yet to come.

“You ready for me honey?”

He asked, a big stupid smile plastered on his smug face.

I gulped, resting my hands in my lap as I nodded my head meekly.

Cliff brought his hands to the front of his shirt, glancing down at the buttons as he began to undo them.

With every button, he exposed his chiseled body, glistening with sweat.

Cliff dropped the fabric to the floor with a soft thud, now fully naked and exposed in front of my inexperienced eyes. Being fully clothed in front of him added an additional layer of anticipation to the situation.

“Stand… let me undress you.”

He commanded, and I followed his orders, standing on my shaky knees.

Cliff glued his eyes to my chest, grazing his fingertips sensually over my collarbone, raising goosebumps on my skin.

He moved his hand to my shoulder, pushing my spaghetti strap down until it hung limply. He did the same with the other side until my dress was hanging loosely on my body.

I stared at the floor as Cliff grasped onto the deep neckline of my dress, pulling it down until I was dressed only in my underwear. The cool breeze hardened my nipples.

I gasped as Cliff connected his warm mouth with the sensitive skin on my neck, raising my hands to gently rest on top of his shoulders.

He kissed and nipped on my skin. He grasped my hips and tugged my forward until our bodies were pressed flush together. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his perfect body.

Cliff kicked off his shoes, pushing me backward as an indication that it was time for me to lay down.

I followed his instruction, finding a comfortable place on my stiff couch as he settled in between my legs, hovering over me, his lips moving expertly against my neck.

I tangled my hands in his hair, squeezing my eyes shut and dropped my jaw as his lips hit every single sweet spot on my neck and collarbone.

“Cliff… please… I need you.”

Cliff smirked against my skin.

“Beg for it… I wanna hear you beg for my cock.”

He murmured against the crook of my neck, his body pressed firmly into mine, his cock so close to my aching cunt.

“Please Cliff… I need you to fuck me.”

“Keep going…”

I gasped as he bit a patch of sensitive skin on my collarbone.

“Please Cliff… my pussy is aching so bad for you… I need you to fill me up… I need your cock throbbing inside of me.”

I begged hard, not caring about how utterly pitiful I sounded.

“Alright honey… I’ll give you what you want.”

He lined himself up with my entrance, pushing himself inside of me and stretching my walls to the max.

I moaned loudly, grasping onto his hair for leverage.

He began pounding into me, hardly giving me any time to adjust to his thick girth.

He snapped his hips forward, his pelvis smashing into mine as he thrusted mercilessly into my aching cunt.

“Fuck Y/N… you feel so fucking good… you’re so wet.”

Cliff’s voice was just as fucked out as mine. Either he was truly breathless, or he knew how much his strained gasps drove me crazy.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a complete new angle to attack my cunt.

Tears of pleasure began to return to my eyes as his thick tip slammed against my g spot with every eager thrust.

Cliff removed his face from the crook of my neck to stare into my fucked out face. He was taking in every single feature and relishing in the fact that he was completely ruining me.

“Oh God you’re such a fucking slut for me… I love it…”

I furrowed my eyebrows as I became so incredibly close to the edge.

“Cliff… I’m gonna cum.”

I was crying tears of pleasure as his girth continued to slam into my g spot.

“Look at me honey… I wanna watch your face as you cum all over my cock.”

I held eye contact as his last few thrusts made me topple over the edge, unleashing my orgasm with a strained moan.

It hit me like a freight train, knocking the breath out of me as my lungs collapsed with glorious pleasure.

Cliff followed shortly after, our combined juices dripping onto the couch below as he gave a few more thrusts to help both of us ride out our orgasms.

We maintained eye contact until we both of our hearts had begun to beat normally once more.

I felt… good, fulfilled, happy. That was the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life. I was on cloud nine.

Cliff pulled out of me, a strand of cum attaching my body to his.

He crawled downwards until he was in between my legs, burying his face in between my thighs as he lapped up our combined juices.

I sighed with post orgasm pleasure as I allowed Cliff’s expert mouth to clean me up.

He climbed off the couch when he was satisfied with his work, immediately beginning to redress.

I stared at the ceiling, a stupidly big smile on my face as I allowed myself to live throguh the previous events of this glorious night once more.

“I’ll see you tomorrow honey… maybe we can do this again?”

I tilted my head to the side, my cheek pressing against the scratchy fabric of the couch.

“Definitely…”

We both chuckled before Cliff bid me an adieu, making his way back to his trailer as quietly as possible to avoid suspicion.

Who knew Cliff Booth was a man sent by the gods? A Hollywood hunk, a James Bond, a womanizer.

He was everything perfect wrapped into one.

Except he wasn’t James Bond, he was Cliff Booth.