Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form Trying to get back into this series, but I've been focusing on the main story and the rewrite of 'I'm no werewolf' (if you didn't know about that, then surprise haha) but i figured I should try update. If people are still into this series and enjoying it and I get feedback, I will definitely put more effort into updating.

So this chapter isn't Kayla x Stiles (I'm working on it though, and it's a hot one ;) ) but it's Isaac x Kayla which SPOILERS IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T READ ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS – it's an extended scene of Kayla and Isaac having sex in the cell at the police station (chapter 12) and based on Isaac's perspective and thoughts. A few people wanted some Isaac x Kayla, and I can't commit to a normal long chapter, so I figured maybe y'all would like this? I hope so lol anyways, onto the chapter…

Despite the way she was right now, Isaac still felt comfortable in her presence. Being with her, even though she was heartless, was enough to warm his heart and make him feel… complete. Whole. Worthy. Even if, at this moment, she was just accepting his company because they were locked in a cell together and didn't have much of a choice.

He just nodded in acceptance to her snark, wringing his hands together, "I haven't even told Paige that"

That being the death of his mother and the upcoming anniversary of her death. In fact, he hadn't told anyone. No one knew. No one except Kayla.

"Of course you haven't, you weren't that invested in her" Kayla said knowingly, a twinge of smugness in her tone.

"I did like her" he insisted half-heartedly, "I still do"

He did. Of course he did. Paige was amazing. She was beautiful and funny and always showed interest in him. She was, literally, a blonde bombshell.

"Forget about her, she's not worth it" Kayla dismissed, "I could kill her if you want"

"Oh god, please don't" he said quickly, "Kayla-"

"I was joking" she patted his leg from where they both sat, only a few inches between them, legs stretched out in front of them with their backs to the wall, "... Maybe, no promises"

"Kayla-"

"Fine, I'll leave her alone" she corrected, "happy now?"

He sighed in relief, glad for the reassurance but found himself focusing on her slight hand that was playfully still stroking his thigh, the mischievous movement making his stomach twist a little.

He knew he shouldn't go there… he should not be thinking this like... but, holy god, if she just moved her hand a few inches upwards…

He stretched his body out a little, trying to rid himself of the tingling feelings of himself beginning to get aroused, without knowing moving just that little bit closer to her, their hips now grazing.

"I dug your grave you know" he sighed, hoping if he spoke sincerely, spoke about something meaningful, he may get a genuine reaction from her that wasn't shrouded in bitterness and abrasive snide, "me and Derek"

"Well, you did a fab job" she said sarcastically, not missing a single beat to serve her usual level of wit, tilting her thumbs up at him, "proper cosy"

He groaned in response, "can you stop being snarky for like, ten seconds, so we can have a proper conversation?"

"Unlikely"

He sighed in disappointment but continued none the less, "I'm trying to say how much I missed you"

Which he did. A lot.

She wasn't just his best friend. She was his confidant. His partner in crime. His loyal sidekick. She was the girl he fell in love with at eight years old and, unsurprisingly, the girl he still loved now.

He knew it was wrong… for the past few months he had been focusing on Paige, giving her attention and being in a relationship with her when, all along, he was still harbouring these intense feelings for his best friend.

But what else could he do? Kayla didn't love him. She never did. So what harm was his feelings doing, really?

He knew the answer to that, but he didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was a massive fucking asshole for still indulging in these feelings when it was wrong. When it was crossing a line. He shouldn't still be thinking about Kayla when he is – well, was – in a relationship with someone else.

Maybe Paige dumping his ass was the right thing to do.

He had already disrespected her by thinking of Kayla when he was with her. When they were making out or getting to second base, pretending in his head it wasn't Paige but his unrequited love and best friend.

"Well, stop beating around the bush" Kayla scoffed, "it's like you're trying to bump up your essay word count"

He shook his head a little, holding back his hurt but continued holding her stare, his eyes softening as they looked at her. Well aware he was probably staring at her like a love sick puppy.

"Well... I missed you. A lot"

"That's nice" she said dryly, "I'm sure I felt something right here" raising a hand over her chest where her heart was, "or wait, maybe that's heartburn"

"Keep up these games Kayla, but I know it's just a defence mechanism" he murmured, "I know hell changed you but-"

"You know nothing" she interrupted, "and don't hurt your pretty little head trying"

He frowned but continued, "I want my best friend back"

He wanted a hell of a lot but, for the moment, he would settle for that, even if just being her best friend was slowly killing him inside.

She had no idea what she did to him. How, every time they hung out, he had to physically restrain himself from getting too close to her, touching her in places friends weren't meant to, saying things that would definitely put a spanner in their friendship, but it was exhausting. In this moment, he had no energy. He was too vulnerable, already having worn his heart on his sleeve for her. He was a mess – freshly dumped, grieving for his mom and feeling like he was losing his best friend all over again only this time she wasn't dead… she was just dead on the inside.

She smirked, her eyes gleaming, "and I want world domination, we can't always get what we want"

Despite everything telling him not to, he leaned sideways and clumsily captured her unsuspecting lips into a frantic kiss.

He was crossing a line, he knew that. He knew this would break Stiles' heart. He knew Kayla wasn't really Kayla right now, death having had affected and twisted her entire sense of right and wrong. He knew, even though he was technically single, he would be betraying Paige, but he had absolutely no willpower right now.

How could he when she was sitting this close to him, tight denim shorts cut incredibly short, knowing that underneath them her flimsy lace underwear was green, having seen her small bout of masturbation earlier in the evening.

God, she was just too irresistible.

His feelings for her never stopped growing and being alone with her, vulnerable and lonely, he was weak.

All he ever wanted was a taste of what she had to offer. An invite to love and worship her like she desperately deserved. Maybe now was his chance.

She responded, soft lips moving along with his but that one simple action sent him careening backwards, breaking the kiss with a wide eyed look.

What the hell was he doing?

Kayla – his Kayla – would never kiss him like that. Normal Kayla loved Stiles and wouldn't even entertain the very serious thought of being with him, so why was he doing this?

"Sorry" he apologised with a gasp, "I shouldn't have done th-"

But she never gave him a chance to finish that sentence before tugging him forward by the collar of his tee and kissing him fiercely, her lips slamming so fervently into his he was left breathless and in awe, his mind turning blank.

Paige never kissed him like this. Never so… needily. Never with such an intense burning hot passion that sent him spinning and hurtling towards endless pleasure.

All thoughts of wrongdoing flew out the window. Whatever remorse or regret he might have had completely left his body, losing himself to the feel of her mouth, hot and heavy against his, her tongue sweeping patterns across his bottom lip.

She crawled onto his willing lap, grinding against his hips and looping her hands around his neck, tugging his heated body against hers. He stiffened, having only dreamt of this moment. The weight of her straddling him, the touch of her heated bare skin clinging to his body, the taste of her lips – all of it was overwhelming.

Surges of pleasure thundered around his body, his hands finding their way to her bare thighs and grabbing at them tightly, no doubt leaving marks but in this moment he didn't care. Nothing else mattered apart from her.

She moaned against his parted mouth, the vibration sending sparks across his lips, and he was blatantly aware of his cock, swollen painfully hard, pressing against the constraints of his jeans, desperate to get out and split her in half.

He felt her hand move down his body, nails dragging through the tee to grab at his skin in desperation and Isaac could smell the arousal flooding from her in waves, enticing and corrupting every atom of his body, losing himself in her sweet scent. That same hand impatiently grabbed at the hem of his white tee, tugging it away from his body and he just let her, knowing he would probably live to regret this but with everything from losing three of his friends, Paige dumping his ass and his mom's death anniversary, everything was overloading him and he was suffocating in grief and despair, totally lost. Feeling like, the only thing that would make him feel even remotely better was her – her perfect little body matched with his.

The kiss broke as she pulled back to yank the tee over his head and he watched her cast a quick but appreciative glance down his toned, naked chest before pulling him forward into another kiss as he inched his hands up to curl her hips, bringing her against the hard bulge between his legs. The contact, even with clothes on, was enough to cause a glutaral groan to escape his throat, his cock twitching and throbbing with a deep aching need to be inside her.

"You're so tense" she mumbled, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip as her hands worked his shoulders, "let me relax you…"

He just nodded, too breathless to even utter a single word as she smirked, no doubt knowing she had him right where she wanted him – lustful and desperate, all his morals squashed down and replaced by hot, heavy arousal.

Her nimble fingers begun unbuttoning his jeans, playfully grazing against the prominent bulge and slid the material off his hips, taking his boxers down with them so they settled around his knees.

His cock sprung back and bounced off his stomach, twitching a little as it stood bare and straight between their bodies. All he wanted was for her to touch it, to let her feel how fucking desperate he was for her, but she simply bit her bottom lip as she smirked, those perfect green eyes of hers watching him carefully as she stood up to shimmy free from her shorts.

His throat tightened, watching the denim slip down her legs before focusing on the flimsy lace of her underwear thong clinging to her hips and angling down to cover her core, the tiny material barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Without thinking, he had dipped his head forward and pressed a gentle kiss just below her navel, feeling her flat stomach curl in response, threading her fingers through his thick hair, enticing him on. Her skin was so soft and smooth, hot to touch as he peppered her skin with small pecks, moving down to the band of her underwear.

There was no way this was happening, right? Surely this was just a dream.

He couldn't think straight, too overcome with frenzied need as he ran his tongue across her barely there underwear, the material already damp with arousal which just spurred him on, desperate to taste her. Her sweet scent flooded him, making his cock twitch as she purred in response, clinging the tendrils of his hair harder as she threw her head back, basking in the warmth coursing through her body.

This moment, all his dreams were coming true at once. He had loved her for so long, wanted her for what felt like an eternity, that being this close to her bare body was like a drug – he was thirsting for more, drunk on this crazy high as he reached up to pull her underwear to the side, taking a moment to soak in the sight of her.

He had never, in real life, seen a naked woman. The most he had seen of a woman's body was, coincidentally, Kayla's – one night when he was staying at Stiles' through a barely open door, and even then it was only her naked torso. No one knew about that. He never spoke about it with anyone because he knew at the time it was wrong.

He wasn't being a creep. He wasn't spying. He had simply needed a pee in the middle of the night, woke up and then made his way down the hallway to the bathroom but Stiles' bedroom door was open, just a crack, but enough to catch his attention.

At the time, he stumbled to a stop, peering in blearily as he heard a muffed moan and had seen, through the dim darkness, Kayla's naked body sprawled out on the bed, the silvery glow of the moon casting shadows across her body as she arched on her back, fisting the silk sheets as Stiles was settled between her legs, slowly, passionately, lovingly licking and kissing her arousal that was soaking her core.

He had stopped short, completely taken aback by the sight. Her long legs splayed out on the bed, Stiles' figure obscuring her complete naked form but he had heard just how soaked she was, the beautiful wet sounds filling the room. His eyes, unable to look away, settled on her bare chest as she shuddered and squirmed, arching so much in pleasure her ribs were on show and her breasts jostled.

He had gulped, immediately hyper focused on the boner he was getting in his boxers, watching as the skin on her chest became clammy and sweaty, small drops of sweat clinging to her. The very first time he had seen a pair of tits, free from any constraints, that wasn't from a magazine or a porn website. God… they were so much better. He was so used to seeing overly pumped-up balloons and boobs that didn't shake, but Kayla's… wow.

They hung so well, perfectly curved, slightly bigger than what he had imagined. Her dark brown nipples were a cute, slightly oval shape, the tips peaked hard and pointing straight out. They fell naturally a little to the side, jostling and jumping as she moved and moaned, creating the perfect valley between her chest.

They were the perfect handful. So beautiful, so soft and juicy.

Without thinking, he had forced his hand past the band of his boxer shorts and grabbed his cock, jerking off the tip as he watched her writhe and twist on the bed, staring at her perfect tits that he had only even seen in a cute, revealing top.

It was the perfect sight.

After a few seconds he had shook himself from his lust filled haze of horniness, hating himself for crossing that line and invading his best friend's personal space like that so hurried back to his room, panting heavily at the unexpected exertion.

However, it hadn't stopped him from finishing off just a few minutes later. Sitting on the end of his bed, completely naked, with the perfect image of his unrequited love naked and aroused, picturing himself cumming on those pretty, voluptuous, perky tits of hers.

That was the memory that forced its way into Isaac's head as he finally saw exactly what between her legs looked like. She was smooth and bare, everything tucked and neat but her crystal clear cum was coating her lips. Without sparing a second, he pressed his face forward, his tongue darting out to swipe through her folds, too eager to taste her.

He didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but he didn't care. He just wanted to feel her against his mouth, savour her sweet taste as he groaned, eagerly burying himself deeper.

She tasted even better than he imagined.

He didn't know what to expect, but she was surprisingly sweet – exactly like her scent. A mix of something earthly, musky and tangy, his taste buds flooding with her heavenly nector. It was addictive, making him yearn for more. Shifting his tongue up, he found the little nub of her clit, sticky with cum and begun gently sucking at it which caused her to gasp, legs beginning to shake.

He could sense her lust, smell it radiating off her in waves as she pushed his head back, lowering herself back down to her knees so she was straddling his lap, her eager and fiery lips trailing down his neck and nipping at the delicate skin just above his pulse point whilst her fingers pulled her underwear to the side, grinding bare against the hilt of his cock and balls that were sitting flush against the inside of his thighs.

"Show me how much you missed me" she whispered softly against his neck before pulling back to look at him, her eyes darkened with need.

He was aware of the sweat beads building along his forehead, every inch of his body yearning for more and he swiped his tongue across his lower lip, wetting his mouth. He was helpless to her beauty, to her allure – his stare trailing down her tight little body, torso covered in a flimsy vest top and legs wrapped around his hips, his thick cock twitching against her and suddenly she seemed so small and delicate, the length of his cock easily coming up to her belly button and he wondered how it could fit in her, imagining just how tight and warm it would be to wreck her from the inside out.

He snapped his gaze back to her lips, perfectly pouted and full, slightly reddened from their kisses and reached up to curl his hand through her long hair and brought her forward against his solid chest, their heartbeats racing against each other's.

He was irrevocably in love with her, he just knew it. He had tried, countless times, to push those feelings away but they never left and, right now, he had never been more in love with her.

It was stupid, he knew it was. If she didn't come back the way she was – hard, unloving and cold – then she wouldn't be half naked on top of him but, staring into her eyes, he didn't see any of that. He just saw Kayla, a very needy, desperate Kayla that wanted him. Him. Isaac Lahey.

Now was the time to stop things. Before things got serious. Before he buried himself deep inside her and made her his. Now was the time to stop before the line he crossed became so far back he needed binoculars to see it. Before he ruined everything he had worked so hard for…

… But he couldn't do it. He didn't have the strength. He needed her, her body, everything she could offer him. He needed to feel inside her. He needed release.

Right now, he didn't care about anything else.

He tilted her hips up, watching as she pushed herself up a little to hover over the tip of his cock, her nails sinking into the back of his neck harshly before slowly lowering herself down, allowing every inch of him to fill her up.

He immediately shuddered, his vision tunnelling and spinning to near darkness, his fist tightening around her hair as she stayed still, slyly watching his expression as he groaned, panting back heavy breaths.

It was too much… being inside her, so deep and unrestrained, feeling her little body tight and wet made him dizzy.

Maybe he wasn't breathing. Maybe his pants of breathlessness were helpless gasps, too overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

"It's okay" she whispered, tracing her fingers along his brow and cheek bones, so sweet and caring she almost sounded like the old Kayla, "just relax and enjoy it... I don't bite, unless you want me too of course"

He was tense, his muscles tought and clenched as a part of him was ready to bust in her right now – that's how god damn good she felt, but he breathed through that, forcing that feeling away.

There was no way, after all this time of wanting her, he was going to let it be over in under five seconds.

His cock was throbbing, pulsating deep inside her so much he was sure she could feel it, completely bottoming out. She was wet – like, absolutely soaking – creaming around the base of his cock.

He sighed in heavenly pleasure, tugging her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her deeply.

Surprisingly she actually kissed him back, threading her fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his neck, pressing her chest against his as she slowly swivelled her hips to a slow and steady rhythm, the feeling too fucking good he had to break the kiss and slam his head back against the brick wall, concentrating on not cumming.

She snickered, playfully giggling as her hands ran across his shoulders, cupping them firmly as she grinded against him, her bare pussy squelching and slapping against his balls.

"That's it baby" she purred, her pace slow and steady, "enjoy how fucking good I feel"

His hands, now hanging loosely around her waist, half-heartedly spurred her on, his nails clinging to the curve of her waist as she rode him, showing him exactly just what she was capable of.

His eyes were screwed shut, basking in the pleasure of her pussy, the gentle weight of her naked body the best feeling in the world but she shook her head, tapping his chest to get his attention.

"Look at me" she whispered and he was helpless to do anything but listen to her, peeling his eyes open to see her smirking at him, her long messy hair falling in front of her face, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "I want you to look at me"

So he sat there, completely in awe as she put on a show for him. Her slender body curled and moved with a sensual rhythm, running her hands through her hair and throwing her head back, animalistic moans leaving her parted lips as she shook around his cock.

"Fuck baby…" she groaned, "I fucking love this cock..."

Holy shit… the best compliment he had ever gotten.

"... So big baby" she continued, "you're gonna ruin me with this fat cock, aren't you?"

He nodded, ego inflating by her words, suddenly feeling just that little bit more confident. She thought he was big... she thought his cock was enough to please and destroy her, what more could a man desire to hear?

He reached up, desperately pulling the thin straps of her vest top down her arms, watching as the harsh movement made her tits jostle in the sheer bra she was wearing.

That wasn't enough for Isaac – he needed more. He needed to see every inch of her body. He needed to watch her, naked and completely captivating as she took charge, owning his cock because it was all hers - no one else's. Just hers. She was the one taking his virginity, making him feel the best he had ever felt. Only Kayla could ever truly captivate him like this. No one else even came close - even Paige.

He pulled her bra down so it settled loosely around her waist, biting his lower lip as he finally saw, up close, her perfect full breasts sitting so nicely, hard tips of her nipples forming a sharp little nub.

He seen her smirk, lifting both his hands to rest them around her tits, urging him to squeeze the soft and supple skin that swelled and bulged around his fingers.

She moaned, pressing her chest harder against his hands, "mmmm, you like my tits?"

"They're fucking perfect" he gasped, biting back a guttural groan as she continued grinding, "every part of you is fucking perfect"

She seemed pleased by his reaction, letting him squeeze and caress her pert tits as she leaned back slightly, pressing the palms of her hands against his shins as leverage to gently circle her hips, her entire body on show for him and only him.

He swallowed, nails digging into the soft skin of her tits as he glanced down, watching as his thick pale cock, flushed a gentle pink, throbbed inside her. She was so tiny, her beautiful little pussy stretched around him, lips clinging to his length as her arousal turned a perfect, buttery white cream that stuck to the base of his cock, smearing and dripping down to his tight swollen balls.

He had never seen a sight so perfect.

Her body, so alluring and beautiful, her curves beyond sexy, wrapped around his body as she rode him. Right now, he was a mess. Nothing else was in his mind apart from her. So many dirty, desperate thoughts racing around his brain – how he could just stay buried inside her for hours, days even, and be happy, her tight little core clenching and pulsating around him.

Her hips thrusts were bringing him to the edge too fast, too soon, nearly sending him hurtling towards a blissful explosion but he managed to grab her hips harshly, pulling her back up so her naked torso slammed into his chest.

"S-Stop" he gasped, blinking through the small beads of sweat burning his eyes, "you're gonna make me… make me…"

"Make you fill me up with your cum?" she purred, her dirty words - barely above a whisper - making goosebumps erupt across his skin, "good. I want that. I want that fat cock of yours to make a mess"

He shivered, losing his grip on reality as he blinked away the dizziness, watching her helplessly as she cupped his cheeks, pressing her forehead against his.

"I… want…" she muttered slowly, her voice as sweet as a meadow full of flowers, "… you to make a big… dirty… mess inside my pretty little pussy… can you do that for me?"

He couldn't breathe, hot and sweaty as he nodded, exhausted from trying so hard to not cum inside her too quick but she had given him the green flag, clearly desperate to feel his cum dripping out of her.

He sat back and watched as she began picking up her pace, switching from grinding against him to sliding up and down his cock, throwing her ass back and forth as she did so it slapped against his thighs and balls.

He was in heaven, surely.

Nothing on earth has ever, or could ever, make him feel this good again. There was no way. She was like an angel, a half-naked, sexy little angel that rode his cock at full speed, slamming that tight little cunt down flush against him so he bottomed out. The very tip of his cock crashing and slamming against her cervix, bulging into her lower stomach but she must've enjoyed the pain as she moaned loudly, clawing at his shoulder blades as she kept sinking deeper and deeper, over and over again with no remorse.

He was close – he could feel it building. That tight knot in his stomach clenching and burning as she kept throwing herself down on his cock and all he could hear was the sordid slaps of their wet bodies colliding, the fresh scent of arousal clinging to the air around them.

He remembered what she said, about wanting him to cum inside her. He barely even registered the fact he wasn't wearing a condom, enjoying the raw feel of her body to care too much about the potential consequences, and knew spurting his load inside her would feel endlessly amazing.

So, he simply grabbed her hips, feeling the effort and enthusiasm she was putting into riding him and stared across at her tits, jumping up and down and clenched, muscles beginning to spasm.

"Shit, oh god… K-Kay-" he gasped, "I… I think I'm gon-gonna-"

"Fucking cum in me" she screamed, "fill me up, I wanna feel your cum inside me"

Without another warning he simply dug his nails into her slender hips, yanking her down and holding her still against him as he thrusted up, slamming against her bruised and battered cervix as his cock suddenly erupted, twitching and jerking inside her tight little cunt as spurts of white hot cum pumped its way inside her.

He groaned loudly, letting out an exhilarated half yell as he spasmed below her, cock sensitive and bordering on painful as it kept shooting out pumps of his cum, filling her up so much it was already beginning to drip from their moulded bodies.

The last thing he saw was her smirking in delight before he pitched his head forward, resting against the curve of her neck as she stroked his back, helping him down from his insatiable high.

"Good boy" she said breathlessly, running her hand between his shoulder blades before playing with the damp strands of hair stuck to his neck, exhausted and spent as he rolled his forehead against her shoulder, "told you sex was fun"

He never replied, too busy getting his breath back as she decided to stop holding him, leaving his bare and cold as she pulled back, urging him to watch as she slowly lifted her hips, his still hard cock slipping from her pussy followed by a surge of thick white cum that dripped down her folds and over her ass, the sight so insanely amazing he knew he would remember it forever.

"Your stamina will improve, just give it time" she patted his leg, almost mockingly "but for your first time, I'd give you a solid six and a half out of ten"

The high he was riding slowly started to fade, blearily watching as she moved her fingers down to her pussy, playing with his cum and bringing it to her mouth to taste as reality started to kick in again, a cold wave of realisation settling over him.

Oh god… what had he done?

A/N) honestly, ngl, they are my guilty pleasure, i so wanna write an AU of them getting together hahhaha anyways, i really hoped you all liked this return. Like i said, next chqpter is already getting written haha but please please review and let me know what you thought, it would mean the absolute world