Fic: Until You Let The Spectrum In - NC-17, Scott/Isaac, PWP, Alpha Dynamics
One of the porniest things I have ever written, in a good way. I dipped a little toe into the alpha/beta/omega dynamics, as they relate to werewolves anyways. Plus, submissive!Isaac and caretaker!Scott, for which I am fully onboard. 2,354 words. Enjoy!
Title: Until You Let The Spectrum In
Author: dodger_sister
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Category: PWP
Characters/Pairing: Scott/Isaac
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Graphic Sexual Situations, Underage, Handjobs & Alpha Dynamics.
Spoilers: Overall Season 3.
Summary: Isaac has many different reactions to his alpha saying his name, but one is consistent and uncontrollable.
Word Count: 2,354 words.
Date Written: Fall, 2013.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf, not mine. This story, mine. Money, none. Don’t sue, please.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: Idek. I needed to write porn and I wanted to try the whole alpha thing and I love the idea of submissive!Issac and caretaker!Scott. That’s literally it. The title comes from the Florence + The Machines song, ‘Spectrum’.
The sound of Scott saying his name affected Isaac in many different ways. When it was soft and soothing, it brought unconditional comfort to Isaac, lulled him into a sense of security, even if the world was burning down around them. When it was relaxed and easy, it sent a warm rush through him that spoke of ‘friend’ and ‘family’ and things Isaac had always longed for. When it was commanding, an order, it made him scramble to obey, to please. And when it was loud, shouted out with force and intent, it made Isaac drop to his knees in complete and utter supplication.
But the one factor all of those had in common, the one thing that always happened when Scott said his name, was that Isaac got instantaneously hard.
It was really starting to be a problem for Isaac, especially since his body continued to have regular teenage boy reactions to the world in general, which left him with no other option but to take a lot of cold showers. There was always option #2, of course, but it was more difficult to engage in when Isaac was still sleeping on the McCall’s couch in their living room and the thought of Melissa catching him in the act was possibly the most mortifying thing he could think of.
Doing anything and everything to avoid Melissa walking in on him was the excuse Isaac liked to use on those rare occasions when he had the house to himself and he would trudge his way up the stairs to Scott’s room and shut the door behind him. Being wrapped up in the overwhelming scent of Scott while he fisted his hand around himself was just a bonus. A really awesome bonus.
This was one of those days, where Isaac lay stretched out on Scott’s bed, cock hard and ready for him. It felt so good to be enveloped in the smell his alpha while beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his hand moved faster over his flesh, everything pulsing and building inside him like a bass drum rising to a crescendo. Isaac pushed his shirt up to his armpits and slide his pants down just a half an inch lower so he could move his other hand down to cup his balls, head turned to press into Scott’s pillow, deep inhaling breaths shooting Scott’s scent straight into every pore of Isaac’s body.
Then, somewhere in the far back of Isaac’s muffled brain, he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, but he couldn’t be bothered to care, so close to the edge now.
“Anybody home?”
It was like a jolt to him, body humming for release and the sound of Scott’s voice pushing its way past his haze of pleasure.
“Isaac?”
Isaac felt a rush of lighting ratchet through his body, every nerve-ending on fire at the sound of his name. His whole body jerked upwards, every muscle pulled tight against him.
“Isaac!”
Instinct forced him to hit the floor then, and even his brain thought it was the right thing to do. Isaac was still gripping himself tight, pants pushed halfway down his thighs, shirt caught under his arms, stuck in a kneeling position, back arched forward as the un-ending build inside froze him, locked in place on Scott’s bedroom floor.
When the door to the room opened, Isaac kept his head bowed, didn’t even look up.
He knew who it was though. Even if Scott hadn’t just called out to him, he would have known. Scott’s scent hit him like a tidal wave, rolled over and around him and swallowed him up in it. Isaac whimpered and rocked slightly forward on his knees.
“Shit!” Scott shouted, as soon as he saw Isaac kneeling there. “I didn’t…dammit, sorry, Isaac, sorry…” Scott stuttered out and the sound of his name sent another whimper pushing past Isaac’s lips, louder now than before.
Scott started to back out of the room then and Isaac knew it was too late, knew somewhere inside of himself with the instincts that had been beaten and bitten into him that he wouldn’t be able to move from this floor, that he’d be locked in like this, in this half-obedient, half-intoxicated state if Scott didn’t release him; with a word, with a movement, with a touch, something to set Isaac free from this hold.
“Scott,” he said, forcing it out, the pain and desperation evident even to his own ears. “Please.”
He could hear the inhale of breath, the exhale, the shudder at the end and then Scott was stepping into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“What do you need, Isaac?”
He heart flipped in his chest and Isaac’s hips pushed upwards into his fist, a shudder rushing through his body at the sound of his name on Scott’s lips.
“I can’t…I need…” and Isaac’s eyes flicked up to meet Scott’s. “I don’t know.”
Scott came forward, knelt down on the floor next to him, one hand coming up to Isaac’s face, fingers brushing across the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, Isaac,” he said and it was a soft, soothing comfort that spread through Isaac like a breeze. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m sorry,” Isaac said, the words a lump in his throat as he pushed at them, forced them out. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t like this with Derek.”
“Like what?”
He didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to tell Scott how he affected him, how he would bend for Scott, how even if Scott had never taken on this role, had never become Isaac’s alpha, he would still love him like this, that maybe Scott had become his alpha because Isaac had loved him like this, because Isaac had needed him to.
“Like how you make me feel,” Isaac said then, and his eyes were watering at the edges, more exposed now than he ever thought he could be, than he was even a moment before. “I can’t move, Scott. I don’t…”
“Ssshhh,” Scott told him and slid his hand down Isaac’s side, across the curve of his hip to wrap around his waist. “Let me help you.”
Isaac’s feet were like lead under him as he went to stand, leaning on Scott the whole way, one hand still gripping himself, unable to let go, unable to do anything but let his alpha guide him. Scott walked him back to the bed, one hand around his waist, the other on his chest, pushing Isaac down towards the mattress.
“Just lay back. I’ve got you, Isaac.”
A shiver went through his whole body and then Scott was wrapping his hand around Isaac’s own, easing his fingers off of his cock; still hard and wanting and pulsing at the feel of Scott brushing against him.
“Scott, you don’t have to…”
Scott leaned forward, his eyes glowing red in an instant and Isaac whimpered and went silent against it. His face was so close, Isaac could feel Scott’s breath on his skin and he wanted to lean up, to press their mouths together, to finally taste his alpha.
“If either of us is doing this against his will, it’s certainly not me, Isaac. So tell me the truth - do you want this?”
“Yes,” and it was a rush out of him, more by sheer will than force. “Always.”
Scott hummed and lifted Isaac’s arms above his head. “Don’t I always tell you,” he started and pulled Isaac’s shirt up and off, “that I’ll take care of you? If you just tell me what you need, Isaac.”
It felt like his heart was beating in every corner of his being and Isaac’s skin was on fire and he needed to move, get out of his own body, as badly as he needed to lay perfectly still, be good for his alpha. Scott leaned in closer, his hands reaching between them and pushing Isaac’s pants down to his knees.
“Tell me what you need,” Scott said. “Tell me how to help you.”
Isaac’s cheeks blushed with flames and he dropped his eyes down to where Scott was rubbing slow, soft circles across Isaac’s stomach.
“I need to…I need to come,” Isaac said, a broken whisper on the air.
“I can do that,” Scott told him and there was something in his voice, something light and teasing that made Isaac look up, see the glint there that wasn’t entirely new but yet somehow still different from anything Isaac had seen before.
Scott brought his hand up to Isaac’s mouth, palm out, and Isaac swiped his tongue across it without being told. His spit slicked its way across Scott’s skin and then Scott was bringing his hand down, so slowly that it was driving Isaac to near agony, before wrapping his fingers loosely around Isaac’s cock.
The whimper tore straight from his throat and Isaac’s hips were trying to push upwards, even as Scott held him down with his free hand.
“Nuh-uh,” Scott said. “Lay still. I got you.”
Isaac took in a deep breath, willed his heart rate to slow to a steady beat, let himself relax into his alpha’s touch, trusted that he would get there when Scott was ready for him to. Scott tightened his grip, still too loose for Isaac’s liking, but his rhythm picked up, an even slide and stroke and twist that had Isaac keening low and raw.
“Scott,” Isaac whispered because he needed something else, something more.
Scott didn’t say anything, just took the hand that was holding Isaac’s hips down and slid it upwards, across the smooth planes of Isaac’s chest to rub the pad of his thumb across Isaac’s nipples in short little flicks of motion. This time the noise that came out of Isaac sounded more like a howl, a bitter cry of desperation, and Isaac’s whole body lit up with the heat of it.
Scott chuckled and leaned forward, hand still moving in steady strokes around Isaac, grip tightening as he went, and placed a soft nip to the underside of Isaac’s jaw.
“Quiet, you’ll wake the whole damn neighborhood,” Scott told him and Isaac opened his mouth to protest that it was only three in the afternoon, when he realized what Scott meant.
The thought that other werewolves out there might hear him, might hear his cries, sent a rush through Isaac of equal humiliation and excitement, and he growled low and rough.
Scott was jerking him in short, rapid movements and he slid his other hand down, down, back behind Isaac’s balls, thumb caressing over them as he went. One finger stretched out and Isaac heard the definite ‘snick’ of a claw coming out and then it was there, right there, pressing its point against Isaac’s opening and he was throwing his head back in a guttural cry.
“Isaac!” Scott commanded and Isaac froze, eyes darting to meet his alpha’s, everything in his body strung so tight that he felt sure he was going to explode, or implode, or simply stay frozen in that moment of ecstasy forever.
“I want you to look at me.”
Isaac lowered his head just enough to lock fully onto Scott’s gaze, watching as the alpha’s eyes turned red.
“Good,” Scott said and pulled his hands from Isaac, finger coming away from his hole, hand dropping away from his cock.
Isaac felt a wave roll through his body; his stomach turning, the world tilting above him, his whole core thrown from its axis.
“Now,” Scott told him, voice low and deep and commanding, “I want you to come for me.”
That was all it took.
One simple order from his alpha and Isaac was screaming it out, keening, howling into the space around them, body seizing up, hips lifting from the bed, heartbeat tapping away inside his most private places as everything rushed at and away from him at once and Isaac realized with a sudden clarity that he was crying, tears streaming down his face as everything exploded from within him.
Then there was nothing for a long while.
Scott was humming softly against his jaw, teeth leaving soft little marks there, patiently waiting for Isaac to come down.
“Scott,” Isaac breathed out at last and Scott was right there, eyes locked onto him in a way that was more than comforting. It was familiar. It was Isaac’s to own.
“I told you,” Scott said, corners of his mouth turning slightly upwards, “I got you.”
Then he was kissing Isaac, mouth moving against him, one hand coming up to card through Isaac’s hair. Isaac wanted to reach up, to cup the back of his alpha’s head, wrap long fingers around him, but he couldn’t move; not from obedience this time, but from boneless pleasure. Scott didn’t seem to mind so much, as he kept driving his tongue into Isaac’s mouth, short little licks against the roof of his mouth.
Isaac whimpered into it and Scott pulled back, looked at him with soft eyes, then lay down on the bed and curled himself around Isaac, one hand thrown across his bare stomach, the other cradling the top of his head.
“Go to sleep now,” Scott told him, breath against his ear.
“Your mom’ll be home soon,” Isaac said, but his eyes were already falling shut and he knew there would never be a moment, a space in time, where he would feel this free, this close to flying, than right then and there.
Scott hummed against the skin of Isaac’s shoulder. “I’ll clean you up before she gets here,” he said, softly.
Isaac felt himself sinking back into the bed somehow, felt like everything was cocooning him in afternoon light and the scent of his alpha and the beating of their two hearts together. He managed to bring one hand closer to Scott’s own, curl his finger through the ones Scott had draped across his stomach.
“Now,” Scott said, his voice music on the air around them, “go to sleep, Isaac.”
And it was the sound his name on Scott’s lips that finally lulled Isaac into the soft darkness of sleep.
The End
Title: Until You Let The Spectrum In
Author: dodger_sister
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Category: PWP
Characters/Pairing: Scott/Isaac
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Graphic Sexual Situations, Underage, Handjobs & Alpha Dynamics.
Spoilers: Overall Season 3.
Summary: Isaac has many different reactions to his alpha saying his name, but one is consistent and uncontrollable.
Word Count: 2,354 words.
Date Written: Fall, 2013.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf, not mine. This story, mine. Money, none. Don’t sue, please.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: Idek. I needed to write porn and I wanted to try the whole alpha thing and I love the idea of submissive!Issac and caretaker!Scott. That’s literally it. The title comes from the Florence + The Machines song, ‘Spectrum’.
The sound of Scott saying his name affected Isaac in many different ways. When it was soft and soothing, it brought unconditional comfort to Isaac, lulled him into a sense of security, even if the world was burning down around them. When it was relaxed and easy, it sent a warm rush through him that spoke of ‘friend’ and ‘family’ and things Isaac had always longed for. When it was commanding, an order, it made him scramble to obey, to please. And when it was loud, shouted out with force and intent, it made Isaac drop to his knees in complete and utter supplication.
But the one factor all of those had in common, the one thing that always happened when Scott said his name, was that Isaac got instantaneously hard.
It was really starting to be a problem for Isaac, especially since his body continued to have regular teenage boy reactions to the world in general, which left him with no other option but to take a lot of cold showers. There was always option #2, of course, but it was more difficult to engage in when Isaac was still sleeping on the McCall’s couch in their living room and the thought of Melissa catching him in the act was possibly the most mortifying thing he could think of.
Doing anything and everything to avoid Melissa walking in on him was the excuse Isaac liked to use on those rare occasions when he had the house to himself and he would trudge his way up the stairs to Scott’s room and shut the door behind him. Being wrapped up in the overwhelming scent of Scott while he fisted his hand around himself was just a bonus. A really awesome bonus.
This was one of those days, where Isaac lay stretched out on Scott’s bed, cock hard and ready for him. It felt so good to be enveloped in the smell his alpha while beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and his hand moved faster over his flesh, everything pulsing and building inside him like a bass drum rising to a crescendo. Isaac pushed his shirt up to his armpits and slide his pants down just a half an inch lower so he could move his other hand down to cup his balls, head turned to press into Scott’s pillow, deep inhaling breaths shooting Scott’s scent straight into every pore of Isaac’s body.
Then, somewhere in the far back of Isaac’s muffled brain, he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, but he couldn’t be bothered to care, so close to the edge now.
“Anybody home?”
It was like a jolt to him, body humming for release and the sound of Scott’s voice pushing its way past his haze of pleasure.
“Isaac?”
Isaac felt a rush of lighting ratchet through his body, every nerve-ending on fire at the sound of his name. His whole body jerked upwards, every muscle pulled tight against him.
“Isaac!”
Instinct forced him to hit the floor then, and even his brain thought it was the right thing to do. Isaac was still gripping himself tight, pants pushed halfway down his thighs, shirt caught under his arms, stuck in a kneeling position, back arched forward as the un-ending build inside froze him, locked in place on Scott’s bedroom floor.
When the door to the room opened, Isaac kept his head bowed, didn’t even look up.
He knew who it was though. Even if Scott hadn’t just called out to him, he would have known. Scott’s scent hit him like a tidal wave, rolled over and around him and swallowed him up in it. Isaac whimpered and rocked slightly forward on his knees.
“Shit!” Scott shouted, as soon as he saw Isaac kneeling there. “I didn’t…dammit, sorry, Isaac, sorry…” Scott stuttered out and the sound of his name sent another whimper pushing past Isaac’s lips, louder now than before.
Scott started to back out of the room then and Isaac knew it was too late, knew somewhere inside of himself with the instincts that had been beaten and bitten into him that he wouldn’t be able to move from this floor, that he’d be locked in like this, in this half-obedient, half-intoxicated state if Scott didn’t release him; with a word, with a movement, with a touch, something to set Isaac free from this hold.
“Scott,” he said, forcing it out, the pain and desperation evident even to his own ears. “Please.”
He could hear the inhale of breath, the exhale, the shudder at the end and then Scott was stepping into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“What do you need, Isaac?”
He heart flipped in his chest and Isaac’s hips pushed upwards into his fist, a shudder rushing through his body at the sound of his name on Scott’s lips.
“I can’t…I need…” and Isaac’s eyes flicked up to meet Scott’s. “I don’t know.”
Scott came forward, knelt down on the floor next to him, one hand coming up to Isaac’s face, fingers brushing across the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, Isaac,” he said and it was a soft, soothing comfort that spread through Isaac like a breeze. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m sorry,” Isaac said, the words a lump in his throat as he pushed at them, forced them out. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t like this with Derek.”
“Like what?”
He didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to tell Scott how he affected him, how he would bend for Scott, how even if Scott had never taken on this role, had never become Isaac’s alpha, he would still love him like this, that maybe Scott had become his alpha because Isaac had loved him like this, because Isaac had needed him to.
“Like how you make me feel,” Isaac said then, and his eyes were watering at the edges, more exposed now than he ever thought he could be, than he was even a moment before. “I can’t move, Scott. I don’t…”
“Ssshhh,” Scott told him and slid his hand down Isaac’s side, across the curve of his hip to wrap around his waist. “Let me help you.”
Isaac’s feet were like lead under him as he went to stand, leaning on Scott the whole way, one hand still gripping himself, unable to let go, unable to do anything but let his alpha guide him. Scott walked him back to the bed, one hand around his waist, the other on his chest, pushing Isaac down towards the mattress.
“Just lay back. I’ve got you, Isaac.”
A shiver went through his whole body and then Scott was wrapping his hand around Isaac’s own, easing his fingers off of his cock; still hard and wanting and pulsing at the feel of Scott brushing against him.
“Scott, you don’t have to…”
Scott leaned forward, his eyes glowing red in an instant and Isaac whimpered and went silent against it. His face was so close, Isaac could feel Scott’s breath on his skin and he wanted to lean up, to press their mouths together, to finally taste his alpha.
“If either of us is doing this against his will, it’s certainly not me, Isaac. So tell me the truth - do you want this?”
“Yes,” and it was a rush out of him, more by sheer will than force. “Always.”
Scott hummed and lifted Isaac’s arms above his head. “Don’t I always tell you,” he started and pulled Isaac’s shirt up and off, “that I’ll take care of you? If you just tell me what you need, Isaac.”
It felt like his heart was beating in every corner of his being and Isaac’s skin was on fire and he needed to move, get out of his own body, as badly as he needed to lay perfectly still, be good for his alpha. Scott leaned in closer, his hands reaching between them and pushing Isaac’s pants down to his knees.
“Tell me what you need,” Scott said. “Tell me how to help you.”
Isaac’s cheeks blushed with flames and he dropped his eyes down to where Scott was rubbing slow, soft circles across Isaac’s stomach.
“I need to…I need to come,” Isaac said, a broken whisper on the air.
“I can do that,” Scott told him and there was something in his voice, something light and teasing that made Isaac look up, see the glint there that wasn’t entirely new but yet somehow still different from anything Isaac had seen before.
Scott brought his hand up to Isaac’s mouth, palm out, and Isaac swiped his tongue across it without being told. His spit slicked its way across Scott’s skin and then Scott was bringing his hand down, so slowly that it was driving Isaac to near agony, before wrapping his fingers loosely around Isaac’s cock.
The whimper tore straight from his throat and Isaac’s hips were trying to push upwards, even as Scott held him down with his free hand.
“Nuh-uh,” Scott said. “Lay still. I got you.”
Isaac took in a deep breath, willed his heart rate to slow to a steady beat, let himself relax into his alpha’s touch, trusted that he would get there when Scott was ready for him to. Scott tightened his grip, still too loose for Isaac’s liking, but his rhythm picked up, an even slide and stroke and twist that had Isaac keening low and raw.
“Scott,” Isaac whispered because he needed something else, something more.
Scott didn’t say anything, just took the hand that was holding Isaac’s hips down and slid it upwards, across the smooth planes of Isaac’s chest to rub the pad of his thumb across Isaac’s nipples in short little flicks of motion. This time the noise that came out of Isaac sounded more like a howl, a bitter cry of desperation, and Isaac’s whole body lit up with the heat of it.
Scott chuckled and leaned forward, hand still moving in steady strokes around Isaac, grip tightening as he went, and placed a soft nip to the underside of Isaac’s jaw.
“Quiet, you’ll wake the whole damn neighborhood,” Scott told him and Isaac opened his mouth to protest that it was only three in the afternoon, when he realized what Scott meant.
The thought that other werewolves out there might hear him, might hear his cries, sent a rush through Isaac of equal humiliation and excitement, and he growled low and rough.
Scott was jerking him in short, rapid movements and he slid his other hand down, down, back behind Isaac’s balls, thumb caressing over them as he went. One finger stretched out and Isaac heard the definite ‘snick’ of a claw coming out and then it was there, right there, pressing its point against Isaac’s opening and he was throwing his head back in a guttural cry.
“Isaac!” Scott commanded and Isaac froze, eyes darting to meet his alpha’s, everything in his body strung so tight that he felt sure he was going to explode, or implode, or simply stay frozen in that moment of ecstasy forever.
“I want you to look at me.”
Isaac lowered his head just enough to lock fully onto Scott’s gaze, watching as the alpha’s eyes turned red.
“Good,” Scott said and pulled his hands from Isaac, finger coming away from his hole, hand dropping away from his cock.
Isaac felt a wave roll through his body; his stomach turning, the world tilting above him, his whole core thrown from its axis.
“Now,” Scott told him, voice low and deep and commanding, “I want you to come for me.”
That was all it took.
One simple order from his alpha and Isaac was screaming it out, keening, howling into the space around them, body seizing up, hips lifting from the bed, heartbeat tapping away inside his most private places as everything rushed at and away from him at once and Isaac realized with a sudden clarity that he was crying, tears streaming down his face as everything exploded from within him.
Then there was nothing for a long while.
Scott was humming softly against his jaw, teeth leaving soft little marks there, patiently waiting for Isaac to come down.
“Scott,” Isaac breathed out at last and Scott was right there, eyes locked onto him in a way that was more than comforting. It was familiar. It was Isaac’s to own.
“I told you,” Scott said, corners of his mouth turning slightly upwards, “I got you.”
Then he was kissing Isaac, mouth moving against him, one hand coming up to card through Isaac’s hair. Isaac wanted to reach up, to cup the back of his alpha’s head, wrap long fingers around him, but he couldn’t move; not from obedience this time, but from boneless pleasure. Scott didn’t seem to mind so much, as he kept driving his tongue into Isaac’s mouth, short little licks against the roof of his mouth.
Isaac whimpered into it and Scott pulled back, looked at him with soft eyes, then lay down on the bed and curled himself around Isaac, one hand thrown across his bare stomach, the other cradling the top of his head.
“Go to sleep now,” Scott told him, breath against his ear.
“Your mom’ll be home soon,” Isaac said, but his eyes were already falling shut and he knew there would never be a moment, a space in time, where he would feel this free, this close to flying, than right then and there.
Scott hummed against the skin of Isaac’s shoulder. “I’ll clean you up before she gets here,” he said, softly.
Isaac felt himself sinking back into the bed somehow, felt like everything was cocooning him in afternoon light and the scent of his alpha and the beating of their two hearts together. He managed to bring one hand closer to Scott’s own, curl his finger through the ones Scott had draped across his stomach.
“Now,” Scott said, his voice music on the air around them, “go to sleep, Isaac.”
And it was the sound his name on Scott’s lips that finally lulled Isaac into the soft darkness of sleep.
The End