Well this is my first Teen Wolf story!
And I have pulled some ideas from other stories but tweaked them a bit so they wouldn't be the same exact thing. All the credit goes to them! :)
Summary: The burns. They were still there. All over their bodies. But that didn't stop them. Nothing could. They were already too hot, too heavy. And they loved it.
Hope you enjoy it! :)
PS It might come off as a one shot, but it will end with an opening to a full length story! :)
Allison could tell he was already shifting. All day at school she had him on edge, discreetly sliding her hand down the front of his pants in chemistry, pulling him into a darkened classroom to steal a very heated make out session between algebra and history that involved both teenagers to lose their shirts, and she played with the waistband of his boxers that were peeking out from the top of his jeans in English.
Scott told her not to do those types of things, however. He put her in too much danger. They've only had sex twice, and he gave her bruises all over her thighs and waist. Allison thought it was hot, while Scott was overcame with guilt and wouldn't even touch her for a week.
But that didn't stop her. Scott was putty in her hands, and Allison knew that. If Allison said jump, Scott would ask how high. If Allison said jump off a cliff while batting her eyelashes, Scott would do it. He would do anything for her.
Allison guessed Scott finally snapped under all the sexual pressure she put on him today, because the second the bell rang to signal school was over, Scott firmly gripped her hand and pulled her to his newly bought car, practically shoving her into the passenger seat. He kept his head low as he walked around to the drivers side, but only Allison knew it was to hide his changing, glowing yellow eyes.
On the way to his house, Scott couldn't keep his hands off of his delicate, human girlfriend. At one point Scott literally ripped her seatbelt off and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her fiercely while driving way too fast down the abandoned road, the fastest way back to his house. Allison didn't approve of his dangerous behavior, but she was in no position to say now to an on-edge werewolf. And it was kind of sexy, too.
Once Scott pulled up to his house in the driveway, he effortlessly picked up Allison and wrapped her legs around his waist, kicking the car door closed with his foot. Allison mentally smirked to herself as she slowly started to grind her womanhood on Scott's lower abdomen, making a growl rip through his throat. It didn't scare Allison that his growl was all wolf, no human, it made her even more excited.
As Scott clumsily opened and shut the front door, Allison reached behind Scott to grab his soft, muscle-hugging blue shirt that she loved so much on him because it showed off his perfectly sculpted muscles, pulling it up and over his head before reattaching their lips. Allison ran her fingers over his perfect shoulders, arms and eight pack, making Scott growl again, Allison feeling the ever-present shudder ripple through his body. She giggled, and could feel Scott's half-smirk against her lips.
Scott climbed the stairs with Allison's legs still wrapped around her waist, snaking his hands under her barely-there mini skirt as Allison used her own feet to kick off her heels, listening to them tumble down the stairs. Scott grabbed onto the waistband of her black tights, ripping them off, causing Allison to pull her lips away from his to gasp at her boyfriend's boldness with her. He was never like this with her. Scott always made sure Allison was comfortable in what he was doing, and never ripped her clothes. But she had to admit, she liked this new version of Scott. It worked for him.
"I'll buy you another pair," Scott barely got out, his voice a lot raspier and lower than usual. He was definitely changing. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips back on his, Allison moaning into his mouth.
Scott's rough, calloused hands from lacrosse inched up under Allison's blouse, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her bright red, lacy, almost see through bra, making Scott moan.
"Dammit." Scott growled, stopping at the top of the stairs to reposition Allison on his body. Allison gave him just enough time to let him slide off her skirt before reattaching herself to Scott. Scott barely had time to take in her matching bright red lace thong before Allison continued grinding on him, clouding his thoughts.
They were already both slick with sweat. Allison truly didn't know why Scott hasn't shifted yet. At the pace they were going and the level of intensity they had set, she was sure he would have changed already.
"I can smell you," Scott growled huskily against Allison's neck as he feverly kissed it, leaving countless of hickeys that she would have to explain to her father later.
"What? Do I smell bad or something?" Allison panted, out of breath. How embarrassing would that be, ruining the mood she wanted with Scott for so long because of faulty deodorant?
"No," Scott groaned, almost like he was in pain. "I smell YOU." Scott choked out, slipping his hands under her bra as he pushed her up against the wall in the hall, slowly making their way to his bedroom.
"Oh," Allison tried to say, but Scott pulled her lips to his before she could even get a syllable out. Allison started to grind on him as she clumsily tried to undo his button and zipper on his jeans, Scott letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of them once she was successful. Without his jeans, Allison could easily feel his large erection, making her want him even more.
Allison ignored the pain that radiated all up and down her backside when Scott slammed her against the wall of his bedroom, not even acknowledging the dent he put in it using his girlfriend's body.
Allison could feel and hear his breathing, getting rougher and louder as he continued to shift. Scott waisted no time getting Allison to his bed, pushing her onto it as he laid on top of her, lying between her legs, feeling her hot core on his abdomen.
"Scott," Allison moaned as Scott pressed into her, sliding his hand under her back to unhook his bra, which he did in less than a second. Flinging it to the side of his bed, he moved on to her thong, hooking a thick finger around the waistband, pulling it down and Allison pulled down his boxers, leaving both teens naked.
With a fierce kiss, Scott slowly but forcefully thrusted into Allison, making her moan loudly. But instead of continuing, Scott just sat there, laying on top of his girlfriend, face buried in her neck.
Allison knew exactly what was wrong. His body was changing. Her hands rested on his overly muscular back, feeling the muscles and bones shifting and breaking under her hands. She never questioned if it hurt him, his body changing into a completely different form. She already knew the answer would come back yes.
"What do you see?" Allison asked him, careful not to move. She didn't want Scott to topple over the wrong edge.
"Heat." Scott choked out, the sound almost painful. Allison closed her eyes in impatience. She'd been trying to teach Scott how to control his shifting, but each time failed. Derek tried to help him once, but when Derek became the new alpha, having him help was totally out of the question, so Allison had to step up to the plate.
When she opened her eyes, her soft brown ones met intense, glowing yellow ones.
"I love you, Scott." Allison whispered, slowly moving while he was inside her, making a growl rip through his whole body. "I love you." While Allison was repeating I love you's, it wasn't working. His werewolf side was slowly starting to rip down his barriers. He wanted to tell Allison to stop. He had to. But his mind wouldn't compute words to speak.
Allison flipped them over, riding him slowly as she kissed him, running her tongue over his sharp fangs while Scott's claws ripped into his bedding, trying his hardest not to do the same thing for Allison. Scaring her, Scott wrapped a strong arm around her, holding her in a lock. He snapped. His werewolf side found a way out.
Allison tried to fight away the fear in her head. Scott wouldn't let her go. His sharp claws were digging into her waist, and she knew if she moved, Scott would rip her to shreds.
Scott was pulsing inside her harder and faster, making Allison's head spin. She had never been more head over heels in love with anyone more than Scott. Not to mention he felt damn good.
Finally after more than thirty minutes, Scott forcefully came inside of her. Thankfully for him, she was already on the pill. Scott collapsed onto Allison after he pulled out of her, his weight pressing her into his bed. Allison knew to stay still until he moved. She didn't want to think about what would happen if she moved before him.
"I'm sorry," Scott said huskily, rolling off of Allison. She just cuddled into his side, hitching a leg around his waist and an arm around his chest. Scott wrapped a large hand around he knee, holding her in place. This time, Allison wasn't scared he was holding her. She trusted him.
"For?" Allison asked, out of breath.
"Hurting you." Scott said quietly, running his other hand up her smooth back. Allison looked up at his face, noting his eyes went back to brown and all access hair was gone.
"You didn't. I loved that." Allison snapped, cuddling in close to his side. Scott just gave her his signature, nervous half smirk.
"You smell like sex." Scott said as he wrinkled his nose, looking down at Allison. She blushed.
"I wonder why." She whispered, putting a fiery kiss on his lips. Scott laughed into the kiss, but abruptly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Allison asked, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's neck.
"Your dad." Scott whispered, throwing Allison off of him. "He's here!"
"What?" Allison screeched, gathering her underwear and urgently throwing them on. Scott was doing the same.
"Did you tell him you were doing something after school?" Scott yelled, running out into the hall to get their clothes. He could hear Mr. Argent get out and lock his car, walking to the door of the McCall household. It only made him run faster.
"Shit!" Allison hissed, pulling her shirt and shoes on. "I forgot to tell him I was going to Lydia's!"
As on cue, there was a knock on the door.
"Stay. Here." Scott warned as she finished getting dressed, walking out of his room to answer the door. Not following Scott's wishes, Allison silently followed him to the edge of the hall, crouching down to eavesdrop on her father and her boyfriend.
"Mr. Argent?" Scott feigned confusion as he opened the door.
"Scott. Is Allison here?" Allison's dad asked, looking Scott up and down suspiciously.
"No sir. I haven't been around her since I was over for dinner." Scott lied easily, pretending he didn't have sex with his daughter just five minutes ago.
"So my daughter's lipstick just magically got on your neck?" Mr. Argent noted, pointing at Scott's neck. Scott's heart almost stopped beating as he looked in the mirror and saw kiss marks all over his neck in bright red lipstick. He heard Allison gasp from upstairs, loud enough so Scott could hear it, but quiet enough so her dad wouldn't.
"Sir-"
"And if it's not my daughter, I'm sure she would be glad to hear you were doing something inappropriate with another girl, just days after you telling her you still loved her."
"Don't tell her that, sir." Scott said a bit too quickly on purpose, making Mr. Argent believe he was dating someone new.
"Who's the lucky lady, Scott?" Mr. Argent asked, believing Scott had another girlfriend.
"Erica. She's a girl in my class." Scott said, instantly regretting it. He heard Allison suck in a jealous breath from upstairs. He knew she was jealous. And he regretted even thinking of Erica as a possibility as a fake girlfriend.
"Lucky lady." Mr. Argent said sarcastically, turning to leave. "Oh, and if I ever do catch you with my daughter, I WILL kill you." He warned seriously, getting in his car to leave. When Scott saw him disappear down the street, he closed the door, leaning against it and closing his eyes. When he opened it, a worried Allison was standing in front of him.
"Erica? Really? Erica?" Allison vented, putting both of her hands on either side of the door, trapping Scott's head in between.
"You're sexy when you're jealous." Scott whispered with a smirk, trying to change the subject. He pulled her into his body, enveloping her in a bear hug.
"If that bitch is at your lacrosse game tonight, I'll kill her." Allison said into his rock hard chest.
"Fuck, the game!" Scott hissed, tearing Allison off of him and running upstairs. Before she could even say anything, Scott was running back downstairs with his car keys and lacrosse stick. Grabbing Allison's hand, he dragged her out of the house to his car.
"Scott, I have to go home and change! I'll see you at the game!" Allison said, shaking Scott off of her. Scott just kissed her on her forehead before jumping in the car and driving off. Allison just smiled before reaching into her purse to call Lydia to pick her up.
Scott didn't have his head in the game. Allison wasn't sure if it was because of the stressful day he had before the game, or if her dad had something to do with it, but Scott didn't get one goal, and Beacon Hills was down by three.
"What is Scott's issue? He's usually great at this game!" Lydia stated the obvious, once again, it so cold outside Allison could see Lydia's breath when she talked.
"Let's go Scott!" Allison screamed when Scott caught the ball and shot, only for it to be caught by the goalie.
"McCall! Head In the game!" Coach yelled, Allison hearing him clearly. Scott was midfield, hands on knees, panting from fatigue. Allison knew Scott was only good at lacrosse when his werewolf side of him came out to play. And the only way Allison herself knew how to do that was to get sexual. VERY sexual.
And then it clicked.
"Scott," Allison whispered, so quietly Lydia couldn't even hear her. "If you can hear me, reposition your foot."
He changed foot positions.
"Great. I wish we were alone right now. I keep thinking of earlier today. What we were doing..." Allison trailed off, watching Scott have a hard time paying attention to the game in front of him.
"All I can think about is the second this game is over, how my hands will feel all over your body, taking off that sexy uniform of yours." Allison continued, and Scott hit his helmet with his gloved hand. Allison smirked. It was working.
"How I can't wait until I'm grinding on you, how your abs would feel under my tongue, kissing all over your chest until I get down to your... You know.." Allison trailed off again, watching her boyfriend on the field get better and better.
"Hopefully your mom isn't home, I don't want her listening to how good and fast you are all night."
The ball was passed to Scott and he caught it.
"Actually, I don't think I can wait until we get home. We might have to do it here, in the locker room. Maybe in the showers? That sounds fun."
Scott's performance skyrocketed, throwing out all of the pro moves until he got the the goal.
"Scott, I need you now." Allison whispered with a slight moan, just to give Scott the idea.
Scott threw the ball, and it was so fast the goalie moved out of the way, raising the score to 7-5, Beacon Hills down by two.
"How did he do that?" Lydia asked, genuinely surprised. Scott turned to frantically search the crowd until his yellow eyes landed on Allison. She blew a kiss to the teen wolf while he just smirked, barely any humanity left in him.
"Someone's getting it after the game!" Lydia hinted to Allison with a sing song voice.
"You have no idea." Allison said back with a smirk.
After a full game of Allison using her words as mind sex for Scott, Beacon Hills was now tied with the other team with only thirteen seconds left.
"You know what I did when I got home after having sex with you, Scott?" Allison asked as Scott did a flip over two defenders to catch the ball. "I touched myself. Of course nothing I do can compare to the way you can have me screaming in seconds."
Scott lined himself up with the goal to take the winning shot.
"Make me scream, Scott. Make me scream your name." Allison finished as Scott threw the ball into the net as the buzzer sounded, Beacon Hills barely winning.
"Yaaaayyyyy!" Lydia screamed, throwing her arms around Allison. Allison hugged her back, but kept an eye on her boyfriend who was advancing on her fast.
Scott's arms wrapped themselves around Allison's waist, pulling her into an already heated kiss, making Allison's back arch over the railing of the stands Scott was pushing her into.
"Um, okay. Ew." Lydia said, disgusted in her friends. Allison tore her lips from Scott's to laugh, only to feel his lips move to her neck. "Apparently something you do wants him to go all the time."
Scott was dragging Allison down the bleacher stairs, trying to lead her away from the crowd, lips still locked on her neck.
"Scott!" Allison screamed, giggling as Scott picked her up bridal style and escorted her to the lacrosse locker room.
"You said you would have to have sex in the locker room." Scott laughed lightly, capturing her lips again.
"I guess I did say that." Allison gasped as they broke apart for air, Scott opening the locker room door.
"Something isn't right..." Scott trailed off, setting Allison down on her feet before walking around the corner to see if anything was off.
"Way to ruin the mood." Allison whispered to herself, even though she knew Scott heard her. Looking around, her eye caught clear slime on one of the lockers.
"Jackson." Allison whispered. Scott poked his head out.
"He's here? I thought he quit lacrosse after we found out he's the kanima. For safety." Scott said. Allison could tell he was trying to be calm for her, but he was just as scared as she was.
As if on cue, they heard the hiss of the kanima. Well, Jackson.
"Scott?" Allison whimpered, grabbing her boyfriend's muscular arm.
"Do you see it?" Scott asked slowly and quietly, backing both of them up towards the door.
"No..." Allison trailed off. As she backed up she must have ran into a lose piece of metal from the lockers, because there was suddenly a cut on the arm that wasn't wrapped around Scott.
"Scott!" Allison screamed as she examined her wound, noticing it was surrounded with the same goo that was on the lockers.
"Dammit!" Scott hissed as he easily caught his falling girlfriend, sweeping her shaking body up into his arms, but careful not to touch her cut.
"We're gonna get out of here." Scott said as he ran to the locker room door, pushing the door open with his foot, stepping out into the chilly night air. "See? We're out. We're safe."
"Scott!" Scott heard, his blood running cold. He knew that voice. And this was the worse timing ever.
"Mr. Argent?" Scott asked, turning to face his forbidden girlfriend's father.
"Why are you carrying my daughter out of the locker room?" Mr. Argent asked. He sounded calm, but Scott knew his mind was going at a thousand miles per hour.
"The kanima is in there. I-I think Allison went in there to look for me... To congratulate me! On the game. And, well... it kind of... it kind of... got... her." Scott finally finished.
"And you didn't tell us sooner?" Mr. Argent yelled at Scott, pulling out a gun from his coat with one hand and a cell phone with the other. "Take her home, make sure she's safe!" He yelled as he ran into the locker room.
Scott jumped at the chance to go over to the Argent household invited. He ran to his car, carefully placing his paralyzed girlfriend in the passenger seat before running to the other side of his car.
"I'll keep you safe, okay Allison?" Scott reassured his girlfriend, driving well above the speed limit on the way to Allison's. If he got pulled over, he was sure Styles' dad would understand.
Allison just moved her eyes in acknowledgement. That's all she could do.
"No one is home?" Scott asked as they pulled in the drive. All the cars were gone and the lights were off.
"My mom... is at a... party." Allison got out, barely able to even form words.
"Come on, let's get you inside." Scott whispered, picking her back up from the car and carrying her to the front door bridal style.
"Where's your keys?" Scott asked Allison, setting her down on her feet. She could stand on her own, she just didn't have movement back.
"Front pocket." Allison said, looking down, and then back up. Scott blushed as he reached his hand down the front of Allison's pants, grabbing the keys. Once they were in his hands, Scott picked up Allison in bridal style again, unlocked the door, and opened in, carrying Allison up to her room.
"I need help changing." Allison said weakly, balling a fist of fabric of Scott's jersey up in her hands. That was just about all the movement she could do so far.
"Okay." Scott whispered, blushing.
After ten minutes of trying to get Allison's body to cooperate with getting her into the most modest set of pajamas he could find, Allison was lying in bed with Scott laying next to her, only on top of the covers.
"Any chance we could pick up where we left off?" Allison asked lightly, even though even she knew she was too weak.
"Maybe tomorrow." Scott said with a smirk, staring up at the ceiling.
"Thank you." Allison whispered, her eyes moving to her boyfriend. Scott softly pressed him lips to Allison's, a silent 'you're welcome'.
"Allison? Your father told me what happened!" A woman's voice filled the house, making Allison sigh into Scott's mouth.
"That's my mom." She whispered, breaking away from Scott. "See you tomorrow at school, okay?"
"Okay. Now sleep. You need rest." Scott gave her one more quick kiss before darting out her window.
He sat there on her roof until he was sure Allison was asleep.