Teen Wolf Imagines.

steam./ theo raeken*

* MEANS SMUT

You couldn't remember a time in your life when you'd been more sore than you were in this very moment. Your whole body ached, as result of a day spent training with your boyfriend. Almost a month ago, you had agreed to train with him every day, building your strength and endurance.
But now, you were paying for it immensely, as your muscles were burning with soreness. "You alright there?" Your boyfriend, Theo inquired, a small smirk on his lips as he fished the keys to your shared apartment out of his pocket.
"Oh, I'm just fine," you replied, "except for the fact that I'm dying right now. I know I told you not to go easy on me just because I'm your girlfriend and all, but I didn't expect you to go that tough on me." It was true, the workout you'd just gone through was most likely the most intense workout of your life.
He shrugged, pushing open the door and reaching over to flip on the light. "Well, you weren't complaining."
"That doesn't mean I wasn't complaining in my head," you grumbled as you followed him into your home. He tossed the keys on the counter and you moved to shrug out of of your jacket, hanging it on the coat tree that stood by the door.
"I'm gonna go take a long, hot shower. My muscles need it," you announced, kicking your shoes off.
"Y'know," Theo began, "I'm sure with how sore your muscles are, you could use a massage. If you let me join you in the shower, I'll give you one."
At this, a knowing grin broke across your face as you proceeded to tease him. "Hm...I dunno, Theo. Showering together? What would your mother think?"
"My mother doesn't have to know," he smoothly replied.
With that, you sauntered off to the bedroom, stopping to riffle through the dresser drawers, pulling out some comfortable clothes to wear. With your clothes in hand, you headed to the bathroom, Theo right behind you.
Within a moment's time, you started the shower, turning to face your boyfriend while you held a smug smile on your face as you moved to slide off your top. Theo picked up on your actions and took off his own shirt. You stepped out of your pants, and he stepped out of his. This continued until you were both completely naked. You were the first to step into the shower, letting out a relaxed sigh as the almost-too-hot water hit your aching body.
Theo stepped in right after you, pulling the glass door shut as he did so. "C'mere," he mumbled, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him, your back pressed to his chest. He let go of your waist, his hands landing on your shoulders. His fingers began prodding at your tight shoulder muscles, instantly releasing some of the tension within you. You sighed out, letting your body relax and your eyes flutter shut as he worked.
His hands were skilled, obviously well versed in the art of giving massages. Your head lulled to the side as his thumb pressed into the slope where your neck and shoulder met, and an involuntary moan slipped past your lips.
For a moment, Theo stopped, and you could almost feel the stupid smirk on his face. "That felt good I take it?"
"Yes," you replied, leaning into him. In addition to his hands, he moved to press his mouth to the skin of your right shoulder, sliding kisses up to your neck. When his teeth sneakily nipped at the space just below your jaw, a small squeak left your mouth. This only encouraged his actions, and he soon moved his hands down your back, still massaging muscle as he went, all while kissing your damp skin.
You'd already known that this would ensue. After all, this was Theo. He jumped on every chance he got to get you naked. But you didn't mind it in the least. "Hm, I didn't know kissing was a form of massage therapy," you mused, tilting your head back to look at his face.
He only smiled. "It's a part of my massage therapy," came his reply.
"Well, in that case, maybe you should massage my lips, then."
He obliged, turning you to face him before he connected his lips with yours. His hands cradled your face, every inch of your bodies now pressed together. You held onto his biceps, parting your lips to let his tongue into your mouth.
You stood like that for a while, kissing intensely, until finally you broke the kiss to catch your breath. "I know I'm sore as hell and all that," you spoke, "but right now, I want you to fuck me hard up against the shower wall."
"You sure about that?" He inquired with the quirk of an eyebrow.
"I'm positive."
With that, he grabbed your face again, pressing his lips to yours while he pushed you against the wet wall. You reached up to slide your fingers through his damp hair, purposely tugging on it, causing a low groan to leave his throat. This made you smirk against his mouth, because you adored hearing his moans.
He pulled away, moving down to kiss along your collarbone, sliding his lips to your breasts. He sucked on the top swell of your right breast, a purple bruise blossoming in his wake. You sighed, leaning your head back against the wall as he worked.
Suddenly, his mouth was over one of your nipples, his teeth nipping at the rosy bud. A high pitched whine left your mouth and you could feel him smile. "Am I making you feel good, baby girl?"
"Yes."
This egged him on, and he began kissing down your body, his eyes fluttering to meet your own. His hands held your hips as his mouth went lower. He was oh so close to where you needed him most, and you let out a moan, hoping he would get the hint.
But he pretended he didn't hear you, continuing to kiss and nip at your stomach. With a huff, you moved to place your hand on his head, pushing him down. "Get on with it," you grumbled, and you could hear him laugh tauntingly.
"Get on with what? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, baby girl."
"Eat me out, asshole."
At this, he shrugged. "Don't mind if I do."
He tapped at your left leg, and you lifted it, despite the way your sore muscles protested, resting it over his shoulder to give him more access to your already aroused core. He offered one gentle lick up your folds before going in full force, his tongue assaulting your sensitive clit.
Your knees went weak, and you fought to hold yourself up, tangling one hand in his hair and using your other hand to hold onto the wall. Theo worked mercilessly, clearly enjoying the unholy sounds leaving your pretty mouth.
All too soon, he pulled away, rising to stand. "Jump."
You nodded, easily jumping up, hooking your legs around his hips. He aligned himself with your center before easily sliding into the slickness. You sighed out, slinging your arms around his neck, signaling for him to move.
He did just that, moving his hips rhythmically. You let your forehead rest on his shoulder, trying to keep your composure as he moved within you. "Jesus Christ, baby girl," he huffed, "you feel so damn good."
You didn't say anything in reply, but your groans said it all. He moved one hand down to where your bodies met, his fingers finding your delicate nerve bud. He wasted no time in tracing rough figure eights with his fingers, and by now, you were a whining mess, writhing against him.
"Say my name, baby girl," he hummed, looking into your eyes as he spoke.
"T-Theo," you whimpered, your fingernails digging into the skin of his neck.
"No," he continued through gritted teeth, "say it like you mean it, show me how good I'm making you feel."
"Theo!" You exclaimed, moving your hands to claw at his back. This only encouraged him to move more roughly, the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh, able to be heard over the sound of the shower running in the background.
Heat was surging through your body, a fire flickering to life in the deepest part of your being. You were so incredibly close to reaching your high that you could barely see straight. You pressed your mouth to Theo's shoulder, your teeth biting at the skin.
"Are you gonna come for me baby girl?"
"Mhm," you whined into his shoulder, and he grasped your neck gently, pulling you to face him.
Your body was shaking, climbing to an incredible high before you finally released. "Fuck!" You cried at the top of your lungs, your muscles contracting around Theo, hot liquid spurting down your thighs in the process.
This pulled a deep moan from Theo, and he clenched his jaw as he kept rolling his hips into you, chasing his own release. You were already oversensitive from your orgasm, but you didn't care, for you wanted Theo to reach his high.
A whine escaped the back of his throat, and you considered it to be one of the sexiest things you'd ever heard. "O-oh my god," he hissed, his whole body going still as he finally reached his climax, releasing within you.
Afterwards, you practically collapsed against one another, a mess of gasping breaths and sweaty skin. Theo leaned back to look at you, reaching up to push still wet hair out of your face. "Goddamn, baby girl," he murmured, "I'll never get tired of fucking you."
With a smile, you moved away from him, standing beneath the steady stream of water. "Y'know," you spoke, "I'm pretty sure after all this, I'm going to be even more sore than I started out."
He shrugged. "Hey, don't be complaining."
"Oh, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying, you always leave me sore, now it'll be even worse. But that's alright, it'll just remind me what a good fuck you are," you told him with a grin.
He rolled his eyes at you, but he mirrored your grin with his own. "Good, that means I'm doing my job right."
"It sure as hell does."