Teen Wolf Imagines.

Secret Affair / Brett Talbot

You were standing at the bottom of the bleachers of the lacrosse field, standing with Scott, Liam, and your stupid twin brother, Stiles. There was a lacrosse game that was about to begin against Devenford and as usual, Liam was having some type of small IED attack because he hated playing against Devenford.
"Liam, you need to just calm dow- [Y/N], are you seriously staring at the players right now?" Stiles asked in disbelief at your lack of commitment to helping your increasingly raging friend.
Your head snapped away from the Devenford players that were coming onto the sidelines to look at your brother. "Sorry. I can't help it. They're just...nevermind." You decided to keep your mouth shut as Stiles looked at you dumbly. You shrugged and turned to Liam, placing your hands on the panting boy's shoulders. "Liam, listen to me. It'll be fine. Just-Just stay away from Brett." You said, knowing that was the underlying reason for Liam's anger. Stiles scoffed and threw his hands up.
"Yeah. Great advice, Dr. Phil." Stiles snapped making you turn your head to glare at him while he turned to Scott who had yet to say a word. Scott sighed and pushed you aside, making you stumble into someone unintentionally. You brushed it off as your eyes wandered out to the field again where you met eyes with the one person on the field you probably shouldn't be looking at. But god damn he was gorgeous.
Brett shot you a sly smirk as he pulled his jersey over his head, covering his toned body you had not realized you were looking at until it was no longer visible. Your eyes snapped back up to his face to see him staring at you intently now, his smirk growing even more. "[Y/N]!" You were snapped out of your trance and your head turned to Stiles. He was scowling at you as if you've betrayed him in some type of way. You didn't utter a single word. Instead, you groaned and walked up the bleachers to take your seat next to Malia.
"You smell like you want the entire Devenford team to take you." Malia said, staring down at the field and not looking at you.
"Malia!" You screeched, slapping your brother's girlfriend's arm.
"What? You reek of arousal." She says, turning her head to look at you now. You roll your eyes and look down at the field, searching for not Liam, Scott, or Stiles, but Brett. When you find him, you discover he's already looking at you, or still looking at you really, with the same cocky smirk on his lips. He was listening to everything Malia was saying to you.
"Fuck." You muttered, slouching down as if to hide yourself from Brett's stare.
"Is it Brett?" She asks, previously following your gaze to the boy. Your eyes flicker to the side to look at her as if to tell her to shut up. "It is!" She shouted out loud, making you groan and stand up.
"I'm leaving." You announced, making her laugh loudly. You roll your eyes and sprint down the bleachers and head for the parking lot.
You pull your keys out of your pocket and fumbled to get a grasp on the car key that was buried in the many other keys on your key ring. By the time you had gotten a hold of your car key you had reached your car, shoving the key into the door. And that's when a hand came down on the window beside you, making you jump. You didn't dare turn your body but your eyes timidly flickered to the hand beside you until your head was turning as your eyes followed up the arm attached to the hand until you got a glimpse of the green jersey sleeve. "Oh god." You muttered under your breath, earning you a low chuckle from the boy behind you. Your body slowly pivoted in it's place until you were facing Brett. Of course.
You didn't open your mouth as your eyes met his. He had that same fucking smirk on his face that seemed to never go away. "So..." Brett started, bringing a hand up to your hair draping down the sides of your face, pushing a piece back over your shoulder. "Is it the entire team..." Brett's voice was low and husky, laced with lust that made your knees weak. He leaned down, placing his lips right beside your ear. "Or just me?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat before sucking in a shaky breath, closing your eyes slowly as Brett's hand that was pushing your hair back a moment ago planted itself on the other side of your head. "Sh-Shouldn't you be on the field...breaking Liam into pieces?" You stuttered, trying desperately to keep yourself composed although you knew you had already failed. You could feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest. Brett didn't even need to use his heightened hearing to hear it.
Another chuckle left his lips as he removed a hand from your car to use his fingers to push your hair away from one side of your neck completely, leaving it open for him to dip down and attached his lips to your heated skin. "As much as I'd love to, I'm loving this a little bit more." Brett mumbled into your neck as your head tilted, giving him access to even more skin. His fingers laced into your hair as he slipped his leg between yours, making you gasp softly as you cursed and also thanked yourself for wearing a skirt today. You rolled your hips slightly, grinding your heat into his leg, making you both moan softly. "Damn, baby girl. Someone's a little needy." Brett teased, nipping at your sensitive spot on your neck, making you moan out.
The pleasure wasn't long lasted though as Brett suddenly retreated from you completely, standing up straight. His head turned to the side and you followed his gaze, panting slightly, but your breath caught when you saw your brother strolling through the parking lot until he spotted you, his brows furrowing when he spotted Brett right in front of you. He walked over with a questioning look pointing at both of you. "Brett." He simply stated, looking the tall boy up and down. You sighed and bit your lip, looking down at the ground as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment because your brother was just a natural embarrassment anyway.
"Stiles." Brett shot back, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms, looking down at your brother who was a good few inches shorter than him.
"What're you doing?" He asked in a fake friendly tone as he plasted a smile on his face that made you roll your eyes.
"Just talking to your sister. Is that a problem?" Brett cocked his head to the side. Stiles' false smile fell as he squinted his eyes at the werewolf.
"No. But I prefer you didn't." Stiles gave a sarcastic laugh. Brett rolled his eyes and held his hands up in surrender.
"Fine. Whatever you say. But I didn't know he had you on a leash, [Y/N]." Brett said as he turned his head to look down at you.
"He doesn't." You groaned, glaring at your overprotective brother. Stiles returned your glare before slowly beginning to step back.
"I'm watching you...you creepy skyscraper...thing...werewolf thing." Stiles stammered at creating a valid and good insult at Brett but clearly failed completely, making Brett only smirk as you groaned softly, bringing your hands to cover your face.
"Stiles, just go. Please." You begged your idiotic brother while shooing him away. He glared at Brett once more while swiping his tongue across his bottom lip with his brows furrow, probably trying to make himself seem intimidating but failing completely, just like everything else he did.
Stiles finally turned around and walked back to the lacrosse field, leaving you with Brett who was turned back towards you now. "You sure he doesn't have you on a leash?" Brett taunted with a grin on his lips.
"I promise." You retorted, crossing your arms, feeling insulted by Brett's accusations.
"Okay then." Brett said before leaning down to your ear, making you inhale deeply as your arms dropped to your sides and your palms pressed back against the door of your car. "Prove it." Brett whispered before placing a soft but burning kiss on your jawline. You swallowed the tension in your throat as you watched Brett stand back up. "Come to my house tonight." Brett ordered as another damned smirk crossed his lips.
You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him, nodding slightly. Brett's smirked turned into a full grin as he slipped his hips onto your waists. "Give me your phone." Brett demanded gently. You complied and reached into your bra, pulling your phone out. It was the only place you could put it since your skirt had no pockets. You handed it to him timidly and he took it, instantly placing his number in your phone and texting himself so he now had your number. "I'll text you my address after the game." Brett said, handing you back your phone. You nodded, grabbing your phone from his hand.
Brett leaned down, kissing the corner of your lips, making you whimper slightly but that was nothing compared to him slyly slipping his hand under your skirt and brushing his fingers across your covered slit, making you gasp as your knees barely buckled. Brett retreated from you and stepped back, winking at you before turning around and jogging back to the lacrosse field, leaving you to lean against your car door and close your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.