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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Pegging, That's_right, lydia_fucks_isaac, she_fucks_him_real_good, with
      her_awesome_feeldoe, because_lydia_is_awesome
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-16 Words: 995
****** The Pegging of Isaac Lahey ******
by vaudevillian_villainess
Summary
     Lydia pegs Isaac. That's it. That's the story.
Notes
     Beta-ed by my fabulous friend kawesomes. Because she's awesome.
     I AM MOLODOO/YOU-ARE-THE-SENTINELS! I JUST DELETED MY OLD ACCOUNT!
     [my_tumblr]
     This is the Feeldoe Lydia uses.
     Fic inspired by this_pic. (The first time I saw it, I thought it was
     Isaac, but it's actually Stiles.)
     Beta-ed by marywimsical.
There was something about Lydia that just attracted Isaac to her, like a moth
to flame. Was it perhaps, her flame-like hair, so captivating in its
lustrousness? Or perhaps her beautiful, chocolate eyes? Or her cute nose and
curvy figure? Maybe her dominant personality? The more Isaac thought about it,
the more convinced he was that it was a combination of all of the above. Not
that it mattered, of course. Not now that he was underneath her goddess-like
perfection, ass in the air as her slick fingers stretched him wide. He could
hear her harsh pants from behind him and whimpered when her free hand curled
around his cock. Lydia pressed a kiss to the dip in his spine and brushed the
tips of her fingers teasingly against his prostate. Isaac keened and arched his
back, sticking his ass out further. Lydia smirked and let out a little laugh.
“Excited, Isaac?” she asked. Isaac whimpered and nodded his head vigorously
against the sheets. A sob escaped his mouth when her hand pulled away from his
cock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Care to repeat your answer?” she
asked, her tone demanding. Isaac swallowed dryly before replying.
“Yes, I’m very excited,” he replied breathily. Lydia smiled and returned her
hand to his cock.
“Good boy.” Lydia praised. Isaac preened, burying his face into the sheets as
Lydia continued to stretch him.
*.*.*
By the time she’d reached her fourth finger, Isaac had already come twice and
Lydia had come once. She pulled her fingers out of him and smiled at his moan.
Grabbing her Feeldoe off the bed, she inserted the bulb part into herself and
adjusted it until it felt comfortable. She then rubbed the shaft with lube
before draping herself over Isaac’s back, getting as close to his ear as
possible.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” she asked, teasing his entrance with the
tip. He moaned and tried to push back and meet her but a gentle hand on his hip
stopped him.
“Are you ready for me, Isaac?”
“YES!” he screamed.
She drew back into a kneeling position and stared for a moment at Isaac’s
stretched, wet hole. She watched as it clenched around nothing and smirked a
moment later when Isaac let out a needy whimper. She huffed as she pressed
inside, his whole body vibrating with tension under hands.
“Someone’s awfully impatient,” she said, as she bottomed out. Isaac’s breath
hitched and Lydia smiled. She dug her nails into his hip - just a little - and
twisted her hips.
Isaac cried out.
“You like that Isaac?” she asked. He nodded his head fervently and Lydia
laughed. “Well, you should love this then.” Lydia pulled out all the way before
slamming harshly back inside. Isaac wailed, almost shooting up off the bed.
“You know the safeword, Isaac,” she reminded him. “Use it if you need it.” She
stilled a minute, waiting to see if Isaac would say anything.
“Are you alright?” Isaac only nodded. “I need a verbal reply, sweetie.” Isaac
struggled to catch his breath, but after a moment, he turned his head to look
at her.
“I’m good,” he replied, his voice breathy as Lydia’s hips twitched forward.
Smiling, she ran a hand gently through his hair.
“Good. Then hang on for the ride.” She pulled out to the tip before thrusting
quickly back inside.
Isaac couldn’t stop his moans and cries as Lydia continued to abuse his
prostate. He was so sensitive, but he simply moaned in pleasure as she
continued battering his hole. “How do I feel, Isaac?” Lydia demanded, hands
running soothingly up and down the werewolf’s sides.
“Sooo goo-uh, LYDIA!”
Isaac screamed as a particularly hard thrust nailed him. Chants of Lydia’s name
flooded the room as Isaac came for a third time, shooting into the sheets.
Lydia pulled out as gently as she could, though Isaac still hissed in
discomfort. She cooed at him and pet his back gently. Once she was no longer
inside him, she removed the toy from herself and helped Isaac onto his back.
“You…” Isaac inhaled. “You didn’t come.” Lydia straddled his legs and placed
her hands on his chest.
“Are you available to help me or are you too blissed out?” Lydia inquired.
Isaac smiled at her sleepily.
“I’m always awake enough to help get you off.” he replied cheekily. Lydia
raised a slim eyebrow and stalked up Isaac’s chest until she was straddling his
face.
“Oh really? You think you can sate me when you can barely hold your eyes open?”
She challenged. Isaac grinned.
“Oh, I think I can.” Isaac said. Raising her chin, Lydia haughtily replied:
“Very well. I accept your challenge. Now,” she paused and lifted herself,
bracing her hands on the headboard. “Get to work.”
She lowered herself onto Isaac’s face. He moaned as her taste flooded his mouth
and brought his hands up to grip her hips tightly, likely leaving finger-shaped
bruises in their stead. He stuck his tongue out and began play with her
opening. She ground down onto the slick appendage and whined when it flicked
over her clit. She felt Isaac grin when she whimpered, and his tongue and
attention focused on her clit.
She tried to swivel her hips, but he held her tightly in place. After flicking
his tongue over her clit once more and teasing her opening with a finger, Lydia
came. Her cum flooded Isaac’s mouth and smeared onto his face. Lydia gripped
the headboard until her knuckles turned white as Isaac continued to lick her
sensitive flesh.
The werewolf released his hold and Lydia all but slumped on top of him. Isaac
maneuvered her into a more comfortable position, but Lydia switched it around:
instead of her lying on his chest, he was laying on hers. Lydia smiled as she
rested her chin on his head of blonde, sweaty curls while Isaac burrowed into
the swell of her bosom, nuzzling her chest.
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