Teen Wolf Imagines

Isaac Lahey (rough)

"Who was that?" Isaac appeared at your locker as you closed it after talking to one of your classmates about a project due in soon.

"Just a kid I have chemistry with," you shrugged, putting your books into the metal cabinet before closing it and turning to him, ready to go home.

"Oh you two have chemistry, do you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and you stared at him in confusion before it clicked.

"Oh, I mean the class, Isaac," you chuckled, grabbing his hand and pulling him into your front with a small smirk. "Unless, you know, you like the fact that I may have chemistry with someone else?" you asked, just teasing but since your chests were pressed together, you felt a low rumble go through you both. "But the only one i have real chemistry with is this werewolf... You might know him, actually. Pretty damn tall, curly hair, plays lacrosse, goes by the name Isaac Lahey?' you asked with a small grin, watching his eyes flicker between his beta and usual colours.

"How about we go home?" he asked, his hold on your hand getting stronger before he pulled you out of school.

Once at your house - parents not to be home for a while - he had grabbed you, pulling you into his side. "It's not too appealing that I seem to have competition," he practically whispered.

"You know you don't," you told him in the same volume before his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you in.

"Would you like to show me?" he asked, pressing your body into the door behind you as you bit your lip, liking this side of your boyfriend.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, your hand placing itself onto his chest as he just stared down at you, his eyes overtaken with lust.

"A few things," he said before slowly pressing his lips to yours, moving against them gently and carefully, before you tightened your grip on his shirt and pulled him closer, your kiss a lot more needy than his was while he slowly pulled you towards the stairs and then picked you up, taking you with him as you let out a small chuckle. "But you're gonna have to stay quiet for a little while, okay?" he asked, pushing the door to your room closed as he closed the curtains, making the room darker. Grabbing, the curtain tie, he laid you down on the bed before kissing you and then stuffing the material into his pocket.

"What's that for?" you asked breathlessly as he worked his way down your chest, opening the buttons of your shirt before kissing in the valley between your breasts, your hands flying to his hair as you let out a light whimper at the contact, a short ruffle of emotion hitting you from your core to your heart, almost making you shift, but you didn't, in fear of not pleasing him and getting some kind of punishment.

"You'll find out," he chuckled before grabbing your waist and turning, pulling you on top of him, letting you get situated on his lap as his hands pushed your shirt higher before changing his mind, pushing your shorts and tights down, continuing to kiss you while you put your knees to his hips. Slipping your shorts and tights down your legs, he helped you take them off before you shrugged your shirt down, leaving you in just your underwear, making him let out a moan at the sight of you before you felt his hands just above your butt, but you didn't think anything of it, continuing to kiss.

You became aware of his hands sliding further down, cupping your cheeks below your back under your underwear, and in the next second, they had hit you, lightly, but leaving a small sting.

"Jesus, what?" you asked, pulling back as he kneaded at the skin. You didn't mind his hands there, he often touched your ass, but now, it was something new. New, but great.

"I'm sorry-"

"Do it again," you told him, biting your lip and immediately, his shy appearance was changed with that smirk of his as he closed your eyes, just soaking the moment in before your lips flew to his and you kissed him with more force and passion, moving your hips so that your covered core rubbed against his jeans, desperate for some friction as his hands continued to knead your skin. As you arched your back, he slapped his hand onto your skin once more before turning you around and before you knew it, he had tied your hands to the bedpost as you just stared at him weirdly, not getting it.

"Is-s that okay? Or-?"

"So what's the plan here?" you asked, trying to figure him out.

"Well, I thought I'd have to show you that you can't play with me like that..." he drifted off with a small smile before sitting back on his knees and pulling his shirt off before undoing his jeans and pushing those off.

"Shit, Isaac," you sighed out once he was on top of you once again and you could feel your bodies touch in all places. He only kissed you, his hands roaming your body as he became more forceful, pushing you before one of his hands dipped into your underwear, stroking your skin there as you squirmed, lifting your hips into his hand as he let out a low chuckle, sucking a hickey at your neck while you head slipped to the side, letting out noises of pleasure, whispering his name and a few profanities.

"You know who you're with?" he asked in a low voice, turning you on even more, if that was at all possible.

"Y-you," you whispered as his finger slipped into you and you gasped lightly, holding your breath as his finger moved in and out.

"Name?" he pushed.

"You, Isaac, Isaac-" you cut off, your voice getting louder with each word before you felt a pressure in your low stomach.

"Don't even think about it," he told you before pulling out his fingers and pulling your underwear down, his own joining before he rolled a condom on.

"Please, Isaac-"

"Don't," he said firmly, making you look at him, tilting your chin towards him. You nodded as quick as you could before he had pushed himself in, giving you a few seconds before you nodded you head once more and he started to move. Though forceful it was a weird pleasure coursing through you, since he knew how to move. You'd never felt so good so fast before with him, or with anyone for that matter. Of course, he was who you belonged with. "Y/n-"

"Yeah, I'm-" a loud moan cut you off before you whispered his name and you both swore as he had shifted and pulled one of your legs up and closer to him before continuing to move and your head was buried into the pillows on your bed. The voices of pleasure and chase filled your ears before he had cursed and ascended into the heavens before starting to slow down, and you also started to calm down with him. Panting, he pulled the covers back and put them over you before getting in himself, untying your hands and pulling you to him.

"You're mine, and mine only, okay?" he asked, kissing your shoulder lightly before pecking the hickey on your neck, making you smile.

"All right," you told him. "No need to be jealous," you grinned a little wider.

"If you're into rough, we can totally do this again, just for that comment."