Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Teen Wolf. And, I'm British, so if some of the jargon is different, I am sorry. Thank you, enjoy my story, and have a great day.

Stiles POV

After the meeting was over and done with, Isaac offered to walk with me back to my place, however upon realising that I had my car, he shuffled into the passenger's seat, rather quietly, making me feel a little uncomfortable. I said nothing on his bizarre character, because I was kind of frightened to hear what his answer would be.

We had finally got to a place in our relationship where I felt as though we were fully understanding one another, and what we wanted in life. At the end of the day, I enjoyed spending time with him. He was a wonderful, exciting, beautiful person, inside and out, and I hoped he could understand that.

The years of abuse at the hand of his dad broken him. Sometimes we would be sitting down, in silence, and a particularly loud sound would stir him into action. He would cower and flinch away from the noise, making my heart clench in dismay.

I only wished I could be the one to help him out of his hardened shell.

"What's got you so high-strung, Stiles?" he asked, nonchalantly, his arm hanging out of the window and his eyes trained on my face. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I sighed, heavily, and lied, "Nothing, Isaac. I'm fine."

He scoffed, quietly, and mumbled something under his breath.

Making sure to train my eyes on the road in front of me, I couldn't stop the sadness that swelled inside of my chest.

I loved him.

I had told him that already.

He reciprocated the sentiment, with vigour, and I hoped that he wasn't lying to me, just to make me feel better about our situation.

It would take years for me to get used to being around someone perfect as him, and I prayed that we would spend the rest of our lives together.

Blushing, deeply, at the train of my thoughts, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, and inhaled, brokenly, just about breaking the silence growing between us.

Pulling up to my house, I slipped out of my car, and I heard Isaac do the same on his side. Trudging up the driveway, I felt my boyfriend's cool breath on the back of my neck, and I noticed that my fingers itched to be held by his own.

"This is me," I sighed, glancing up at him, from beneath my lashes, and I licked my chapped lips, bracing myself against the cold. Isaac's eyes were hooded. Cloaked with some dark emotion that I couldn't decipher, and he walked closer and closer to me until I was pressed against the doorframe and his chest. Both of his hands locked me into place, and my breath caught in my chest. He swooped down, quickly, a hairsbreadth away from my lips, and said, "Ask me to come in."

"W-What?"

His tongue swiped over his own lips, and he repeated, pushing closer to me, making my skin flush with desire, and my stomach warm with want. He repeated, his tone tight, "Ask. Me. To. Come. In."

My eyes fluttered in quick succession, and I stammered, "C-Come in."

I turned, slightly, my ass pressed against his groin, feeling the hardness in his jeans, and grappled with the keys in my pocket. Eventually, after fighting with the steel utensils in my hand, I basically fell face first into my house, only to be held upright by Isaac's strong, firm hold.

"Watch yourself, babe," he chuckled, forcefully. I stood, the blood rising in my cheeks, and I said, "Uh.. Well, do you want to come upsta-"

I didn't even get the words out before my face was in his hands, and his lips were pressed against my own, his tongue halfway down my throat, and my hands clenched in his grey skin-tight shirt.

He growled, lowly, against my mouth, "Up. Now."

He didn't even give me a chance to reply before reaching behind me, cupping my ass, and pulling me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our erections flush against one another, rubbing together through the fabric of our jeans.

He jogged upstairs, me still in his arms, our lips fighting with one another for dominance. I knew he would win, but I wanted to put up some kind of a fight. He nudged open my bedroom door and kicked it closed behind him with enough force to frighten me. I exclaimed, shocked, "The door!"

He groaned, grinding his waist into mine, and said, distractedly, "Don't worry about it."

He threw me onto the bed, and shrugged off his jacket and tossed it clean across the room. I pulled off his scarf from around my neck, inhaling it once and feeling the sensations that only his scent brought rise within my body. He sauntered over towards me, his eyes dark with lust and yearning, and pulled off his tee. Unable to help myself, I licked my lips, biting on the bottom as I trailed my fingers over the firm lines of his abdomen, my eyes following the black ink decorating his shoulders causing him to hiss under his breath.

He grabbed my forearm with his right hand, and pulled me forward, so we were pressed against one another, one knee on my bed, and his other arm around my waist. He rumbled, sensually, "Take off your clothes."

"A-Alright.."

Almost sheepishly, I unbuttoned my shirt, feeling it fall open, revealing my pale, sinewy chest to the tanned Adonis opposite me.

"You're beautiful," he groaned, fingering his hard-on in his jeans, making my skin redden under his inspection. Almost pensively, he played with the notches in my belt, and unzipped my jeans.

"If.. If you're sure, Stiles. Once I do this, I wont be able to help myself. If there's even a smidgen of.. Doubt, I'll understand. Just," he bit his lip, "Tell me now, please."

Unable to stop myself, I grasped his cheek in my hand, feeling the smoothness beneath my fingers, and pulled him close, pressing a chaste kiss against his velvety, firm lips. Sighing, almost sarcastically, I replied, raising my brow, "I'm ready, Isaac."

Suddenly, there was a flurry of motion, and I found myself, within seconds, flush beneath him, both of us as bare as the day we were born, and Isaac's warm hand tight around the base of my cock.

"See," he whispered against the skin of my lower abdomen, watching me twitch and writhe beneath him, "This is the kind of thing I love about you."

He slid his thumb over the slit of my dick, rubbing the collecting pre-cum languidly, while dipping his warm tongue inside of my belly button, and the air in my body seemed to disappear, and I choked out a guttural moan. Through blurred vision, I saw him smirk, and he tacked on, quietly, "You're so vocal."

I heard him suck on his fingers, the sound so wanton and sensual that it made my entire body coil.

"This might hurt, baby, but hold on for me, okay."

Nodding, vehemently, my eyes rolled into the back of my skull as he rubbed small circles on my waist, trailing closer and closer to my entrance. Out of the blue, a deep burning sensation made my back arch off of the bed in surprise. Initially, it wasn't too painful, but it wasn't comfortable.

He pressed feverish kisses to my hips, my inner thighs and my abdomen while he worked his fingers inside of my body.

"Shh," he cooed, quietly, "It's okay."

I hadn't realised I had started crying until I felt the warm droplets of tears fall onto my chest.

The pain was something I wasn't used to. I had never ventured into this kind of self-gratification. It had only ever been jerking off. The thought crossed my mind, but I had never been brave enough to actually try it myself, so to feel unfamiliar, thick fingers actually inside of me made my entire body cry out in pain.

"I-I c-cant, Isaac."

He kissed me on my lips, quieting my cries, and with the hand that wasn't in me, he grabbed the back of my knee, and pulled it so it was draped around his waist, tightening my entrance, and making me clench my eyes closed in pain.

"Shh," he kissed away my tears, "Its okay. Push through it, baby, it'll be worth it, I promise."

I trusted him. With everything in me. So I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and tucked my face in his shoulder, letting him work me wider and more pliant beneath him.

A few minutes later, I found that he was right.

It felt good.

Like.. Really really fucking good.

He rubbed something inside of me, and I arched into his body, but for a completely different reason this time.

"P-Please!"

He grinned, wolfishly, down at me, kissing my nose in that adorable kind of way that made butterflies flitter around inside of my stomach. He asked, gently, "Are you ready, baby?"

Rocking my hips onto his fingers, I found pleasure shooting from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head, and I breathed out, heavily, "Yeah.. I'm ready."

"Lube?"

Without thinking, I replied, breathlessly, the memory of his fingers so deep inside of me doing wild things to my concentration, "Top drawer."

He quirked a brow down at me, and gathered the aforementioned lubricant. He chuckled, softly, and asked, almost sarcastically, "Cherry flavoured?"

"Shut up!"

He laughed, squirting a healthy amount into his palm, and warmed them between his hands. He coated the length of his leaking, throbbing cock, and went back to rubbing my insides, making everything squelch obscenely, and I groaned, quietly, at his touch, biting, harder, on my bottom lip.

Within a few moments, I felt the blunt, mushroomed head of his erection press against my entrance. Almost wildly, I latched onto his shoulders, my fingers pressed crescent shaped marks into his back, and I felt his muscles ripple with my actions. Isaac's face was pressed against my own, our noses sweeping against one another and I felt his lashes brush my cheeks and he frowned in concentration.

It took a few seconds, but the burning sensation faded away, and I felt nothing but pleasure explode within my body. Inch by inch, he pushed inside of me, all the while asking me, over and over again, if I was okay, until he was fully seated, and I couldn't stop myself from practically devouring his mouth with my own.

Clenching around him a few times, feeling the unfamiliar sensation send shivers up my spine, and I begged, "Please, Isaac, please, I c-cant.. Uh, God, please, move."

He smirked, and once he looked into my eyes, I saw that they had changed from the beautiful blue I was in love with to the sharp, supernatural ochre that both frightened and excited me to no end.

"I cant," he breathed out, lowly, his entire body tensing, "I'll hurt you."

Hitting his shoulder, mutedly, I shouted, loudly, "FUCK ME!" into the quiet air of my bedroom.

His grip tightened on my wrists, and pinned me to the bed. His eyes flashed, dangerously, for a moment, before setting on something more passionate and enticing.

He slid out of me, by an inch and a half, the swayed back into me.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Until he felt I was stretched enough.

He pulled himself completely out of me, and I found that I missed the sensation of having him inside of me, before pounding back into my body, with enough strength to rock myself and the entire bed against the wall with a dull thump.

"Yes.."

He took this as permission to carry on, and he drove into me, over and over, the pleasure spiking with each powerful thrust. His growls were choppy and unintelligible, however I understood.

He was having fun.

He liked fucking me, and I loved being fucked by him.

The thought of being claimed by him. By my wolf. My mate. My lover, and the love of my life. He was perfect, and he was with me.

It was his hands pining my own to my mattress. It was his body slick with sweat above my own. It was his lips sucking at the skin of my neck. It was his dick throbbing inside of me. It was him taking my virginity. It was him whispering that he loved me.

It was all him.

It would always be him.

He's ruined me for anyone else.

"I'm close," I groaned, my back arching for the thirtieth time. He chuckled, breathlessly, and pulled out of me, for a moment, and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling at my hips so I was on my hands and knees. Within seconds, he was seated back inside of my body. This position seemed to give him more speed, and his thrusts were becoming quicker and quicker in succession.

I couldn't breathe.

My throat had closed up.

My mouth was dry.

My mind was foggy.

My lips permanently sucked between my teeth as I felt each thrust send shocks through my system.

He trailed the length of my spine with slick fingers, and pulled me closer. His cock was imprinting itself on my insides, and I rolled and writhed and rocked with him, hoping I could force at least some of the pleasure he was giving me, back onto him.

Each thrust brought a quick slap of our colliding balls which only made stars explode behind my eyes each time. The sound of our skin slipping against one another was enough to make my insides boil with lust.

"I'm so-so close. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Isaac.. Isaac! Isaac!"

Pressing my face into the sheets below me, I clenched my eyes closed, unable to stand keeping them open any longer.

His fingers moved from my waist, to my hair, and he tugged my head up, and my body followed, so I was seated on his sculpted thighs, and I was impaling myself onto his dick, over and over again.

Almost sensing my climax, Isaac pushed my head back down, so I was, basically, splayed open for his cock, my leaking hole praising and warming his glorious length.

"Harder, please, Isaac," I sighed, almost out of my mind in ecstasy. My ass was clenching, my eyes leaking with tears, my heart pounding in my chest, my balls so tight, I thought I was going to be driven insane.

"You like it, Stiles? You want more?" he wheezed, his fingers tightening in my hair. I liked it when he was rough with me. Treating me like I was his.

As if the very words were being siphoned from his body, he groaned, heavily, "Who do you belong to Stiles? Say it."

Knitting my fingers in the sheets below me, I whined, passionately, "You. You. It's all you. Isaac, please. Jesus Christ, I'm all yours."

He reached around me, and clasped his fingers over my leaking dick. His hand was warm and my cock was slick with pre-cum, sweat and lube. Forcing my fist into my mouth, I emptied my tightening balls all over my bed, with a muffled cry. Tears collected in the corners of my eyes at the rushing sensations blistering through my body, but he just wouldn't stop.

It was too much.

Everything was too hot. My body too sweaty. My mind too foggy. My limbs so pliant. My ass hurt and my cock was too sensitive, but I could feel the cloud of desire spread once more.

Feeling Isaac clench one hand around my shoulder, pounding into me harder and harder, making my eyes cross, using my momentum to speed up his thrusts.

He let me ride out my orgasm, his other hand joining my flushing cock, massaging my balls and playing with my length, almost cheekily. He rubbed his thumb over my slit, making my back arch and my own hands running through my hair, roughly, "Isaac, yes, just like that, baby."

"Hngh- Did you like that, Stiles?" he whispered into my ears, torturing me further, his tone deep and so fucking sexy, "Do you like my cock inside of you?"

Nodding, unable to actually reply, as my tongue seemed to have disconnected from my body. He asked, seemingly unbothered, "You want more, baby?"

He could do whatever he wanted to me. I was his to play with. I was his to mangle. His to fuck. His to destroy. I couldn't think, I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe. All I could taste was him. All I could smell was him. All I could feel was him.

I whined, low in my throat, "Please."

Glancing behind me, I noticed that my earlier suspicions of him being unaffected couldn't have been further from the truth.

His brow was beaded with sweat, his cheeks flushed red with exertion. His chest rippled with effort, and his hands were shaking as they held onto my hips. His bottom lip had been sucked between his teeth and his eyes hazy with desire and yearning. His hips were pumping into me, his hands steadying my waist, so he didn't hurt me, and his body fitting so perfectly with my own.

I begged, my eyes locking with his own, "T-Turn me o-over, Isaac."

He did as I asked, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I pulled him closer, my hands running through his hair, tightening in his strands, and I sucked on his collar. He cupped one hands behind me knee and the other on my hips, and we came together in a ardent, loving, intense kiss.

"Take your time, baby," I sighed against his lips, rocking into his feverish touch, yielding to my mate, "I want to see you to cum for me."

His eyes fluttered closed, briefly, then, as he inhaled, they opened and they were my blue. That innocent, vibrant blue that I fell in love with.

The blue that belonged to my Isaac.

He started panting, his chest actually began heaving, and he tucked his face in my shoulder. His hand clasped my jaw line in a iron-grip, and he whispered, brokenly, against my skin, "I-I'm so close, Stiles.. I can feel it. Its right there. I cant.. Shit, fuck! You feel so good. You're so beautiful. So tight. So.. Wet. Mine. Mine. U-ngh, I love you so fucking much."

Smiling at the sensation of his breath brushing against my skin, I ran my fingers through his hair, and answered, honestly, "I.. I love you, Isaac."

He looked up at me, his eyes clear for a moment, before a lightning bolt seemed to shoot through his body and he tensed, breathing heavily from his nostrils, and he roared, the tendon in his neck tightening and his canines elongating.

I felt his cum paint against my insides, and he bit down on my neck, marking me as his for all to see. I wasn't expecting the wave of pleasure that overtook me, and I bent into his touch.

We groaned, simultaneously, "Fuck!," and I soaked his chest with ropes upon ropes of thick, bitter semen.

It took a few moments, but we caught our bearings, and he rolled off of my chest, lazily, taking me with him, so I was straddling his chest, my cheek pressed against his heaving chest, listening to the sound of his pounding heart. Thump. Thump. Thump.

He glanced down, then up at me, with a languid smirk on his face, and commented, "You're so messy."

I wanted to push his shoulder, but I felt as though I was boneless, so I settled for a quiet, breathless, "Shut up, Isaac!" and snuggled closer to his warm, clammy body.

*Pokes head from behind sofa*

My first ever actual gay scene, I hope you liked it, guys!