Teen Wolf Imagines.

classroom./ isaac lahey*

* MEANS SMUT

"Isaac, why can't we just go back into the party? These halls are creepy."
Your tall boyfriend glanced over at you, a smirk on his face. "Are you scared?"
You instantly shook your head, wisps of hair touching your face. "No, I just think we should stop fooling around, our friends are waiting for us." At that, a loud thump sounded from down the hall, and you instantly let out a small yelp, whirling around.
Isaac broke into laughter, his point being proven. "You are totally scared," he remarked, "see, I know you well."
"Shut up," you grumbled, gently slapping your palm against his bicep. "Now why the hell are we exploring the halls, anyway? It's just a school."
"Be patient," he hummed, grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers.
You were both back at your old high school, having graduated a few years earlier. A class reunion was being held, but Isaac seemed to have other plans, insisting upon dragging you off through the dim hallways. You had no idea what he was doing, but you followed along anyway, getting the sense that he had something planned.
"If you're gonna drag me through every corridor in this whole building, can you at least explain to me where we're going right now? I'd like to know," you complained, looking up at him.
He stubbornly shook his head, a small amount of light filtering through the glass block windows, contrasting upon his blonde hair. "You'll know when we get there. C'mon, let's run."
You rolled your eyes at his antics, but followed him anyway, hurrying to beat him to the end of the hall. But as usual, due to his competitiveness, he beat you instead.
"No fair!" You hissed, leaning against the wall to catch your breath.
He shrugged innocently. "Hey, just run faster next time."
"Shut up, Lahey," you shot back with a good-natured grin. "Now, what are we doing?"
He motioned to a door beside you, a knowing glimmer in his eye as he did so. "Do you remember this?"
You looked at the door, feeling puzzled. "No...should I?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious. What's so important about this particular room?"
He flailed his arms in annoyance. "You seriously don't remember? Gosh, come on, you always seem to have a better memory of things than I do." He pulled open the door, motioning to the classroom inside. "Look, this is where we had sex for the first time ever."
Your eyes widened, and your cheeks heated up instantly as the memory sparked within your head. "Oh my god, Isaac You really dragged me through the halls to show me this?"
"Well, yes."
"We were nothing but awkward, hormonal teenagers then! Our first time was awkward and haphazard, and while I'm so glad my first time was with you, it's still not a particularly good memory we shared."
Isaac only shrugged. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could recreate that memory, y'know? I mean, we're much more experienced now, we're no longer awkward, we know what we're doing."
Your mouth fell open slightly at what he was suggesting. "Y-you want to have sex in our old high school? Are you serious?"
"Hey, I wouldn't suggest it if I wasn't serious. Come on, it won't hurt anything."
"But...but this is a learning environment! We can't just–"
"Sure we can. Come on babe, it won't take long." He was standing closer now, his voice lowering into that sexy, husked octave you were so familiar with. He knew that voice could turn you into putty in his hands.
You huffed, giving in to his antics. "Fine." Taking the lead, you grabbed his hand, dragging him into the room after you. He slammed the door shut, and you glanced at the knob to find that there wasn't a lock on it.
"Isaac, the door doesn't lock."
He only grinned, attaching his hands to your hips. "We'll just have to be fast, then."
Then he was kissing you, his lips meshing with yours in a frenzy of passion and desperation. Before you had time to react, you were placed on the desk, with Isaac still kissing you. You wound your arms around his neck, holding him closer. He removed his lips from your mouth, sliding them down your jawbone and neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending fire through your veins.
You tugged on his hair, and he sighed against you, grinding his hips into you. Before long, articles of clothing were leaving your body. Isaac slipped your jeans down, and you reached for his belt buckle, its satisfying clink filling your ears. He moved back to slip his pants down, and then he was against you again, his warmth relaxing you.
He slid his hand down, his fingers ghosting over your center, and you sighed into his mouth, arching your body into him. With a devious smirk, he dipped his hand into your panties, coming in contact with the very core of your being. He bowed his fingers into you, and you let out a sharp gasp, shuddering as he built a steady rhythm. You were becoming wetter with each touch, and your body was sparking with need.
"Isaac," you whined, "fuck me."
Instantly, as if he'd been waiting for you to say those words, he pulled his hand from you, hurriedly removing his boxers. You lifted from the desk to pull your own underwear down, leaving you both bare to each other.
Then he was inside of you, pulling a moan from your throat. You held tightly to his shoulders, situating yourself before breathing "move."
And then he was moving, his hips meeting yours fluidly. Gasps and moans were filling the air around you, and you felt dizzy with euphoria, your head falling to Isaac's shoulder.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you even closer. "Look at me," he lowly whispered. You whimpered against his skin, not paying attention to what he'd said.
He reached his hand up to grasp your chin, making you look at him. "I said look at me."
"I-Isaac," you whined, your nails digging into his skin.
"I'm gonna make you come," he murmured, his arm slipping around your waist and holding you tightly as you writhed against him, your skin flushing from the joined heat of your bodies. His movements were desperate, the thrill of being caught lingering in the air.
"Fuck!" you gasped, breathing a sharp intake of air as you felt your stomach tightening, coiling like a spring as your release neared.
Isaac's thrusts were becoming more rushed and uneven, a sheen of perspiration glistening on his skin. Your nails pressed into his skin, tattooing crescent shaped marks onto him. A deep, unhindered moan came from within him, and he dropped his head to your shoulder, mouth falling open.
"O-oh my god, baby," he gasped, "I'm so close."
"Then let go," you whispered.
"I want you to come first." At that, he slipped his hand down to your center, his fingers coming in contact with the most sensitive part of you. A whine left your lips, and you knew you were sure to reach your orgasm now.
"I told you I'd make you come, and that's what I'm going to do." Now he was looking at you, his free hand holding your face so you were looking at him. In that moment, he looked beautiful, his body running on desire, so painfully close to release. He was the only one that could do this to you, the only one who could get away with fucking you on a desk and still make it the sexiest thing you'd ever experienced.
"Isaac," you moaned, your face contorting into pleasure, but he wouldn't let you look away. He wanted to watch the way he was making you come unravelled. And that was all it took for you to lose touch with everything.
Your body arched into him, and your mouth fell open in a silent shout, your entire being wracked with the intensity that flowed through you. The feeling of you clenching around him sent Isaac into his own high, his heat filling you and his body writhing against you.
Finally, you collapsed against each other, a mess of sweat and hormones. "Told you it would be better than our first time," he breathlessly whispered into your neck, pressing his lips to your skin.
"I suppose you were right," came your reply, a grin tugging at your mouth as you leaned back to look at your boyfriend.
"I think we should get back to the party before they wonder where we're at," he murmured.
"I guess so."
The both of you scrambled to slip back into your clothing, and you rushed to straighten the contents upon the desk before you grabbed Isaac's hand and let him lead you out of the room. You ran down the hall with knowing grins on your faces.
You rejoined the party without anyone ever knowing what had taken place, and you couldn't wipe away the smile that lingered on your face the rest of the evening.