Ick (pt 1)- Issac Lahey x Reader
POV: The reader has sex with Matt Daehler. When she reveals to her friends at lunch the experience, little does she knows a certain beta over heard her troubles.
Gender neutral reader, mentions of afab genitalia.
Lights flashed around the Jungle, body's moving to the beat of a song no one could hear the lyrics too. The smell of alcohol and something sweet wafted through the air, mixing with the overwhelming stench of b.o. and sweat from all the dancing bodies.
Nursing my cocktail, I looked around the room, a small laugh leaving my lips as I spotted Erica in the background dancing with and enthusiastic Stiles and Scott, who looked utterly uncomfortable being here.
I felt someone lean against the wall beside me and looked over to see Matt looking at me with a smirk.
"What's a pretty lady like you, doing all alone over here?" He called over the music.
"Waiting for someone." I replied, not wanting to deal with his advances right now. I huffed slightly as he moved in front of me, running a hand along my cheek.
"Oh come on, don't be like that. I can promise you a good time." He whispered against my ear, breath hot as it tickled my skin.
"Fuck it, sure. My place or yours?" I questioned, body already all hot and bothered Erica's comments earlier at lunch.
He smirked, leading me out of the club. Climbing into his car, I silently thanked the gods that I had rode with Stiles and he wasn't expecting to take me home since I didn't live to far away or could always call a rise.
We drove away, pulling off onto a side rode before he pulled me on top of him. My hands tangled in his shirt as he kissed me, his hands settling on my hips as I rocked back and forth.
Pulling back, I leaned back against the wheel to sit up properly as he huffed below me. His grip on my waist tighten as he began to speed up my movement.
I rolled my my hips, trying to find the right angle to get some friction. I gripped his shoulders attempting to chase some friction again when he I felt him throb beneath me.
Are you fucking kidding me did he just cum? Just from dry humping, seriously?
He panted below me, pulling me down to kiss me again, helping me back to my seat. I glanced at the clock, not even 10 minutes since we started.
I squirmed a little, still unsatisfied as he leaned over to ask if I got off. I put on a fake smile, nodding before letting out a yawn asking him to take me home.
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The next day, I sat at the lunch table with Erica, Lydia and Allison as we laughed about last night.
"Oh come on, let's talk about y/n. I saw you leave with Matt last night, any comments about that?" Erica giggled, I rolled my eyes a grimace crossing my face.
"Please, it couldn't have been that bad. Could it?" Lyds asked.
"Lady bonner gone," I said, causing them to burst out laughing, "he dry humping and huffing like a dog. And he whispers in my ear did I get off. Then he finished, turned over and on our way to drop me off called his mom.".
"You can make this shit up, what the fuck." Allison exclaimed causing us all to laugh again, a small cackle leaving my lips.
Little did I know a certain beta was listening in on my troubles.
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Now correct me if I’m wrong, but as someone who’s thinking of watching Teen Wolf, from what I’ve seen it seems to be:
(Group of outcast teenagers have gotten themselves involved in deadly supernatural shenanigans)
Scott: WE NEED AN ADULT!!
Derek, standing there silently, unhelpfully:…
Stiles:…we don’t need an adult but if we did we would need an adultier adult
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Erica: You know if you and Derek want a kid and adoption is a no go. You have other options.
Stiles: I know, but I'd feel weird having a stranger carry our kid.
Derek: We want someone we trust. It's a lot to ask for.
Erica: Yeah, it's a real pickle. If only our best friend was a woman. Wait a minute, *pats her chest* Holy shit! Have I always had tits?!
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