Teen Wolf Imagines

you're still my werepuppy - Isaac

His face softened in the dim lighting of the closet and I realized how much I missed being in the same space as him. This close proximity that allowed me to admire the length of his runway model legs, the tautness of his chest that pulled against his white cotton t-shirt.

"You think I'm mad at you?" he responded. I narrowed my eyes in skepticism.

"Of course I do. Why else would you flinch away from me or leave the room the moment I enter it?" My voice trailed off into a whisper, remnants of hurt feelings slamming against my resolve in waves. And suddenly I was claustrophobic, too. "Just admit that you're mad because I found out about your leg twitch thing. You're mad that the whole pack saw and recorded it."

Isaac's head drooped down. Apparently his shoe was more interesting than me. In the most annoying display of childish waywardness, he refused to meet my eye.

"M' not mad," he mumbled.

I groaned in frustration. Why was he being so stubborn about this?

"Why bother denying it, Isaac? Why be passive-aggressive? C'mon, we're friends. We can talk about anything! Tell me how you feel. I can take it. Please?"

He shook his head, still staring at the ground.

"I-saaaac," I enunciated, whining softly. "Isaac?"

"You don't want me to tell you how I feel," his words rang through like a warning, laced with strained tremor.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, scrunching my brows in perplexity. "Of course I do-"

I had planned all these things I wanted to say to him, questions and demands, but every word died in my throat when he finally looked up at me. His gaze was steely, burning into me with their intensity. I could see that familiar clench in his jaw, the one that was never directed towards me because it emerged only when he was frustrated. My arms hung uselessly at my sides in anticipation as I watched him take two steps towards me. After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped in front of me, close enough so that front of his shoes reached my flats.

One of his hands came up to rest against the wall behind me, trapping me under his towering form. I simultaneously wanted to close the distance between us and shrink back into the wall and disappear forever because my senses were full of Isaac and I wasn't designed to cope with it. When I finally mustered the courage to look at his face again, it still held some of its earlier scorn, but the edges were tapered down into a smile that he was trying to bite back. He reached up and tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear, a sweet gesture that was amplified by his unwavering scrutiny.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I squeaked.

His tongue flicked out, grazing his bottom lip so casually that I almost didn't register the movement. He leaned down, bringing his face a hair's breadth away from mine. My eyelids fluttered shut when the smooth tip of his nose brushed against my cheek. His hot breath fanned over my lips as he confessed, "I'm telling you how I feel."

I didn't even have time to process his admission before he gently brushed his lips against mine, hesitantly at first, like he was afraid I would push him away. I jutted out my lips and kissed him back just as slowly, trying to maintain his tentative pace and restrain my urges. Isaac firmly ran his hands up and down my forearms, using them as leverage to pull me closer.

But what started out as a sweet kiss quickly escalated into a tangle of limbs, exploring and kneading. Isaac pushed me flat against the wall with a small thud as he crashed into me. I still had to tip-toe just to meet his mouth. I couldn't help but softly moan when he grazed his teeth against my jaw.

I kissed him like I was trying to apologize, trying to communicate how much I cared about him and how much I missed physically being able to touch him. I wanted to feel all of him in case he decided to end this and never let me near him again. Every time I tugged at his hair and ran my nails up his back, he emitted a satisfying low growl against my neck as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.

When he pulled away, I made an embarrassingly whiny noise. His hand was still cupping the nape of my neck, his thumb stroking the slightly bruised area where his teeth had been.

"You kissed me," I said airily, trying to refocus on the present instead of reliving the sensation of his warm mouth against mine. "Does that mean you're not mad anymore?" I asked hopefully.

He chuckled, hanging his head in the crook of my neck as he said, "I was never mad at you. I was just embarrassed."

"Embarrassed that we all found out about your leg twitch thing?"

"Well, mostly just because you found out."

"Why?" I murmured into his shoulder.

"Because of this," he said, pulling back to gesture between us. "This is how I feel. This is what I want. That's why I was so embarrassed. It's mortifying when the girl you like catches you off guard."

I nodded slowly, absorbing his latest confession. It seemed pretty obvious he was into me earlier when he was sucking on my neck, but to hear him say it out loud was breath-taking.

"Oh," I replied dumbly. "Now I'm really sorry I made you feel like you couldn't be in the same room as me. It's mortifying when the boy you like suddenly can't stand to be near you," I joked.

Isaac sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "It's okay. I'm sorry for all that too-for avoiding you and ignoring you. I may have overreacted..."

I giggled contentedly. "Don't worry about it. You're still my werepuppy," I teased while ruffling his hair. "Besides, that kiss sorta made up for it anyway."

"Sorta?"

"Yeah, sorta." I entwined my arms around his neck and pulled him flush against me. "We're late for class anyway. Wanna stay in here and make it up to me some more?"

Isaac grinned and nodded, pushing my cardigan down my shoulders as I reconnected our lips.

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