So You Can Take Me
Scenario: Isaac Lahey imagine (smutty please) idk about what, but anything with a very flirty Isaac please.
Rating: NC-17 For smutty goodness
“Thirsty?” You turn around and come face to face with Isaac Lahey.
You’ve had a HUGE crush on him since the first time you met him. You’ve been trying to make him notice you forever and now, here he stands at prom, offering you a drink.
“Not really,” you reply and take the glass anyway. You take a sip as you turn on your heel.
“So, where’s your date?”
The way he said it and how he looked around after made you feel defensive.
“What the hell is that supposed mean? Where’s yours?”
“Hey, chill out. I don’t have one.”
He looks out toward the dance floor and did a kind of half-smirk. You notice the way he slightly clenches his jaw, which makes your stomach flitter.
“Oh. I don’t have one either,” you say and turn towards the dance floor.
You sigh and try to look longing. You catch Isaac looking at you out of the corner of your eye.
“Hey,” he says, “Wanna get out of here?”
You look at him and bite your lip. He smirks and grabs your hand, leading you away from the tables of punch, the streamers and balloons, and all the people and chaperones. You follow him outside. When you reach the street, you unwind your fingers from his and, instead, curve your arm around his waist. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder. He lays his arm across your back, pulling you close with his hand on your shoulder.
When you arrive at his house, he unlocks the door and lets you in. You look at the baby pictures and paintings hanging from the walls as you wait for Isaac to come in.
“You were a cute kid,” you say, smiling at one of the pictures.
“What? I’m not cute now?”
“Oh, honey, of course. You’re cute,” you say in a sarcastic tone, touching your hand to your chest in a sympathetic way.
“Just cute? Not hot or sexy or anything?”
“Nah, just cute.”
He smiles and you return one.
“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to show you how ‘cute’ I am,” he says.
You guys had flirted all the time, but it was never serious. Except that, for this one time, it seemed REALLY, REALLY serious. He grabs your hand and leads you upstairs. You step after Isaac into his room. He closes the door, and you sit on his bed.
“So,” he says and turns toward you.
“Just take off your shirt,” you say.
“Woah, someone’s eager.”
He takes it off anyway, the fabric brushing up his pale stomach. It’s not a sickly pale, but a smooth buttery cream that reflects against his dark curls.
You unclasp your heels and take the bobby pins out of your hair, shaking it out. Isaac sits on the side of the bed, next to you. He brushes your hair back and rests his palm on your cheek.
He slowly leans in and brushes your lips together. You inhale sharply and bite your lip. He smirks and presses your lips together. You close your eyes and move your palms to his face. He scoots closer and moves one of his hands to your waist. You stand up. He stands up.
You hold your arms above your head. He smirks and, understanding you immediately, circles around to your back. He kisses down your neck and spine, unzipping the dress and pushing it aside. You push him back down. You sit on his lap, and he curls his arms around your back, pulling you closer. You connect your lips and sigh into the kiss.
He slides his hands to your hips and begins to slowly guide them along his. You sigh and lean your head back. His lips suck and bite your neck, probably bruising it. He pulls back and pushes you up. He circles around to your back. He kisses your shoulders as he unclasps your bra and slides it down your arms. He slides off his jeans, so that you are both in your underthings.
He sits back down and you sit back on top of him. Your lips move aside to make room for each others tongue. You bite his lip. He flips you over onto your back. He kisses down your stomach, to your heat. You inhale sharply as his mouth brushes against the skin just above your panties. He hooks his pointer fingers on the sides of the panties and slips them down your legs.
He lifts his head and removes his underwear. You scoot back onto the bed. He crawls on top of you and looks up at you.
“You think you can handle this?” He asks.
“Ugh, god. I’ve handled worse, Isaac.”
“Okay.” And with that, he slides in.
You close your eyes and smile, as he moves in and out of you. Your stomach gets tighter and tighter with every thrust. You moan and he grunts. Your breathing gets heavier and more rapid as you reach your breaking point. Isaac’s hot breath fills your ear, accompanied by his grunts and moans.
You scream Isaac’s name as you reach it. You arch your back, and Isaac pulls you closer, burying his head in your sweaty neck. He finishes soon after. He flops on the bed next to you, his chest heaving in and out. He props himself up on his elbow.
“So, you can take me,” he says.
You laugh, and he smiles his beautiful smile.
Hope you like it!!
~ Emmy 🐳 ~