watch your pack.

requested: yes! // “Can you pretty please write one where you and Isaac are late to class because your too busy making out? Please & thank you!!” word count: 1,019  things: isaac being cute (as always) and some super sexy kisses ;)

you stare at the clock, counting along as anticipation fills your veins. you’re excited to leave class and meet up with isaac at your locker afterward.

isaac, being the fantastic boyfriend that he is, usually always comes to your locker before your last class. you’re thankful that you both have the same class, because it gives you time to walk together. and, as always, isaac insists on carrying your books to class, with the same “but i want to carry them,” excuse.

right on time, the bell rings. you jump over your seat and nearly knock over lydia in the process of rushing out of the door. “hold it!” she calls out. unwillingly, you do as you’re told. lydia smirks and raises a curious eyebrow as she approaches you. “what’s the big rush?”

you contemplate lying to her. saying that you’re going to meet up with your boyfriend sounds ridiculous - especially considering you’ve seen him every other passing period in between classes. you don’t want to sound too clingy, but it is partially true. you love spending time with him every moment that you can. but instead of lying, you decide to just get it out. you assume that it’s well worth the teasing.

“i’m going to meet up with isaac.”

“you mean make out with isaac?” lydia corrects you.

“no,” you lie. “we aren’t going to make out.”

“you aren’t? woah. that’s a first.” she smirks and tosses her hair over her shoulder, giving you a look. squirming a bit, you roll your eyes and sigh. she’s not entirely wrong. but in your defense, isaac was always the one that started it. he’s just always so convincing.

you want to prove to lydia that this time, you aren’t going to kiss isaac for the entire five minutes given during the passing period. it will be a first, you tell yourself.

the two of you leave the classroom at once, going your separate ways. isaac is at your locker, dialing the combination he’s memorized since the first day of school. after all, he practically uses your locker as his own, anyway.

“hey,” you smile wide as you approach him.

isaac steps back and grins at you. “hey! glad you could make it out of that class alive.”

you roll your eyes and pout up at him. “i almost didn't,” you point out, “but thankfully, i was too busy being distracted by thinking about you.”

he smirks and leans forward, one of his hands cupping your cheek as he does so. he dips forward and gets closer to your face. “that’s a coincidence. the exact same thing happened to me. i couldn’t even take notes without thinking about how i’m so in love with you. i even wrote a little entry about you on the left margin of my paper. do you want to hear it later?”

you blush and wrap your arms around his neck, dazed at the thought of him being so in love with you that he writes small entries about you in his history notes.

isaac offers you a genuine smile and leans down so that you two are face-to-face. he licks his lips and stares into your eyes. you shiver at the intensity of his stare.

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

he leans forward and connects your lips for a sweet, passionate kiss.

this is how it begins.

you tangle your hands in his hair and smile against his lips. isaac grabs the small of your back and pulls you flush against him as he deepens the kiss. you think back to what lydia said and disregard the idea of yours. all that matters to you right now is how great isaac feels against your lips.

his tongue swipes your bottom lip greedily. you sigh happily at the feeling and press your tongue flat against his, causing isaac to softly moan at the feeling. you tug a bit of his hair in his hands as the two of you lock lips. the warning bell rings, signaling that you have one minute to get to class.

ignoring it, isaac deepens the kiss and trails his hand down your lower back, stopping at the curves of your ass. he squeezes softly, causing you to gasp into his mouth. it feels wonderful - all too wonderful for you to stop.

you pull away hesitantly. “the minute bell,” you mumble breathlessly. “we have to get to class.”

“in a minute,” isaac mutters, pressing his lips flat against yours once more. your lips melt against his as he kisses you again, unbelievably slowly and sensually. he bites down on your bottom lip and pulls away, shooting you a sexy wink as you stand at your locker wanting more.

the bell rings again and your face goes pale. “isaac!”

he gathers his books and cocks his head innocently. “what’s wrong babe?”

“you’re the worst.”

“only for you,” he adds, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “now c’mon, let’s get to class, babe.”

the two of you walk to your class, hand in hand. the hallway is almost completely empty, aside from the few people skipping class and the few people running late to class. approaching the classroom, isaac lifts his hand and knocks at the door swiftly. you two stand, side by side, and wait. you’ve never been this late to class.

the teacher answers after a few moments with a stern look on his face. “do you two have a pass?”

“no,” isaac shakes his head, “but y/n’s locker was jammed and i always keep my books in her locker, since we have this class together. it won’t happen again, sir.”

you shake your head at the lie but play along anyway. “do you want us to get a pass from the custodian?”

the teacher sighs and shakes his head, clearly annoyed. “no. just get to your seats and take out your homework. you’re off the hook this time, lovebirds.”

isaac gives you a glance and you both scurry to your seats at once. you take out your homework, and from the other side of the room, isaac winks at you.