Lightheaded ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ
Content Advisory: fluff with smut, isaacwhy x f!reader, hidden relationship, oral (m receiving), teasing, the mask stays on, manhandling, hair pulling, light degradation, praise, size kink cuz its isaac, um the reflection..., and 2.9k words for your reading pleasure.
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Helping your friends has certainly been an experience since lately you've become the group's camerawoman for the weekend.
Filming a video for the main channel has been chaotic to say the least, but it's also been exciting.
You are all upstairs laughing, Larry and Tanner riffing off each other as Nick and Isaac watch the absolute tomfoolery unfold before their eyes.
About an hour into filming they all mentioned they all inevitably needed to pee. So you end up pausing the recording for a moment as you all stop for a 5 minute break.
Fiddling with the camera in your hands Isaac comes up behind you.
"How's filming been so far?" he asks, looking over your shoulder, wearing his goggles and mask.
You glance up and back at him with a small laugh. "It's been pretty fun watching y'all make a fool of yourselves so…"
"Ha. ha. ha. So funny, huh?" He laughs sarcastically, expressively bending down to your height with his hands on his hips.
Looking at him at eye level, you think for a second, a funny little bit popping into your head.
"Yup, it's like you got nothing up there." You knock on his goggles, grinning ear to ear as you try and hold back the laugh trying to pry itself out of your chest.
Tilting his head in disbelief at your teasing gesture, he bites back, nodding his head as if he were scolding you, dramatically.
"Alright, missy, you listen here. Just because I got these goggles and mask on doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want."
"You know you get really animated with these things on," you remark, tapping the plastic eyewear with your nail, a resounding clack bouncing off the thick plastic.
Completely ignoring what he was scolding you for.
In a split of a second his hand comes up to grab your wrist, not hard or rough but firm enough to surprise you since it's hard to read his facial expressions behind all the gear.
But his grip on you loosens, his thumb brushing against the palm of your hand, no real anger behind his actions as he caresses the soft skin there.
Really an excuse to touch you without being noticed.
You take a sec to glance back behind you, checking to see if any of the guys were looking your way. Luckily they're all distracted waiting on Tanner to come back as Nick scrolls through his phone and Larry screws around with the computer in the corner.
Turning your head back towards Isaac, you deliver a quick peck to his lips over the fabric of the mask.
Just to mess with him.
Your scheme appears to work as he slowly begins to straighten his back, dropping your wrist in what you assume is defeat.
You can't really describe the feeling, but something about his big and imposing frame stirs something in your lower abdomen, his hidden face adding a mysterious yet luring layer to it.
Without a word, he walks past you, joining the others once Tanner had walked back into the room.
"Alright, we all ready to go again?" Nick voices to the room.
You pick the camera back up, already readjusting the lens.
"Ready, Freddie!" Larry blurts out.
"Ready as I’ll ever be," Tanner chuckles, sitting down on the couch.
"Yes sir, let’s get it rolling," Isaac responds, making a circle in the air with his finger.
Without any further instruction, you press record on the camera.
Larry looks up at Isaac with a questioning look. "Dude, you okay? Your ears are like— really red."
You point the lens towards Isaac, zooming onto his face.
With a quick, knowing glare towards you and then the camera, he answers, "Um— it's just kinda hot in here."
"Yes, dude! Someone turn the AC up, please," Nick exclaims, throwing his head back against the arm chair with a groan.
After a while of giggling, screaming, and fucking around, everyone except for Isaac, who was sitting on the couch, ended up sitting on the floor playing a board game.
A game leaving Nick winning and everyone else losing.
"Man, I'm sick of this," Tanner sighs in an exaggerated sulky tone.
"You're right, Tanner... I'm sick and tired too!" Larry then flips the board over, leaving everyone to erupt in laughter.
"DUDE!" Nick shouts, also chuckling.
"Well, it was getting late anyways, so thanks for watching guys. Maybe we'll do something like this again."
"Or not," Tanner chimes in, giggling.
"Yeah or not," Nick continues to do the outro and end the video, finally ending the recording as you hand the camera to him.
Exhausted, you splay your limbs out on the carpet floor, sighing in relief as you lie like a starfish. "Who would’ve known holding a camera could be so tiring."
"Oh c'mon it's not that bad," Isaac interjects.
"You try holding a camera for almost 2 hours," you counter.
"Alright guys, I think I'm gonna head back home," Nick says, standing up before dapping everyone up.
"Aww already?" Isaac asks.
"Yeah man, gotta feed Bento and Raya— and now Chip," Nick reminds everyone, lingering near the top of the stairs.
"Well alright, see ya dude!" Larry shouts.
"Bye Nick!" You and Tanner yell.
"Talk to you soon man," Isaac assures as Nick walks down and exits the house with a goofy wave, closing the front door behind him.
You all sit in silence for a few seconds looking down at the mess that covers the carpet floor from earlier filming.
In a whiny, small tone, Tanner complains, "Aw man, we gotta clean all this up."
"True, I was about to ask if y'all wanted to go get something to eat." Larry suggests, removing himself from the floor.
"I can stay back and clean just promise to bring me something back," you chip in, finding a compromise.
"Deal! You coming, Isaac?" Tanner exclaims.
"Nah, y’all go ahead I’ll help clean too, plus I really don't wanna get up and drive y’all around," Isaac grunts, not moving a single muscle as he responds.
"Okay, want something for when we come back too?" asks Larry, extending his arms so he can help Tanner up onto his feet.
Isaac thinks for a second. "I would appreciate it."
"Cool, we're going!" Tanner and Larry scurry down the stairs, grabbing the keys before heading out the door.
"See ya in a bit guys!"
After a bit of lying like a starfish, you sit back up but remain on the floor, looking around, trying to figure out how to start cleaning the disheveled room.
But in front of you sits Isaac on the burnt orange couch, manspreading because he possibly cannot take up enough space. His head resting on the back cushion, still wearing his goggles and mask, too lazy to get up.
There's a sort of comfort in the silence you both sit in. Yet your eyes trail up his body. Noticing the way the white fabric of his t-shirt hugs and casts shadows along his muscles, defining his chest and biceps.
Comfort isn't the only thing you really feel.
Plus, there's no one else but you two in the house. So what's the harm really if you move to sit between his legs and maybe rest your head on one of his thighs? You know… lovingly.
So… you do so.
While he isn't looking, you crawl towards him.
Acting out what you set out to do, your head now resting on his inner thigh.
He quickly jolts and picks his head back up, peering down at you, scanning the scene before him. A scene that definitely has his thoughts wandering for a moment.
"You tired?" You genuinely ask, softly patting his thigh.
"Mmm, a little, but I'm okay… you know… you look pretty down there."
The light praise makes your heart skip a beat, the skin on your cheeks heating up.
Sheepishly avoiding eye contact, you respond in a near whisper.
"Yeah?"
He nods, hands briefly raising to remove his mask.
"Wait— keep those on for a sec."
Isaac gives you a questioning look, tilting his head in confusion, but gives in and entertains your request, dropping his hands to his sides.
Your eyes flicker between his covered face and his lap, your hand slowly running up his other thigh, inching closer and closer to the already growing tent in his black speckled sweats.
You pause just moments before reaching your desired destination, hesitation showing in your movements.
Pleading eyes meet his gaze, silently asking for permission.
"Mm-hmm," he nods.
In contrast to your previous boldness, you timidly move your head forward, your cheek now nuzzling his lap, rubbing against the bulge in his pants.
Isaac's breath hitches, his chest rising and falling as one of his hands shifts to stroke your burning cheek with his thumb, making a shiver run down your spine.
Slowly you gather the courage to palm him through his sweatpants, rewarding you with a low groan. "Such a pretty girl... that's it... you're doing so good."
With his encouragement you begin to mouth along his growing arousal still through the fabric. His hips involuntarily bucking up against your mouth as his breath becomes more labored, trying to be patient.
You hook your index finger into the waistband of his sweats and boxers at once, not tugging but running your finger along the edge, playing, teasing, testing him really.
Until finally you tug them down, letting his length spring free, already throbbing as he hisses at the cool air hitting his hot skin.
He's big, of course, not a shock to you that everything about Isaac would be big.
But god is he big.
Carefully you wrap a hand around the base of his length, ghosting your lips over his already leaking tip before trailing soft, searing kisses down his shaft.
Upon reaching the bottom, you loll your tongue out, following a vein you lick a long slow stripe all the way up to the tip. His heavy cock twitching against the soft muscle, precum dripping onto your tongue as his hips jerk up with a sharp inhale.
He's painfully hard, hot, and aching. His patience is evident, letting you go at your own pace, but it's running very thin.
At last you wrap your lips around him, allowing the spit in your mouth to pool as you circle your tongue around the head.
"Fuck— your mouth—" he shudders, the sound of his low, strangled voice echoing in your ears.
Little by little you hollow out your cheeks, taking him into the warmth that is your mouth inch by inch as you bob your head up and down, easing into it, your hand still at the base, lightly squeezing.
His hand comes forward to rest atop your head, not pushing or anything but reassuringly petting as small, quiet noises escape him.
You take as much of him as you can, lightly gagging around him, erupting a choked moan from him before coming up off him with a wet pop, now trying to catch your breath.
"Jesus christ, sweetheart— you okay?"
You don't answer, the pet name traveling straight down to the achy feeling between your legs. Too focused on your ministrations, you ogle his slick, throbbing cock in your hand.
Going back to press kisses, but this time lower as you dip your head down to sloppily lap at his balls, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin, his jaw dropping in a silent moan under the cloth mask.
"H-holy fuck, what the— ah— " he moans, stunned by your sudden shameless change in demeanor.
Using the hand already wrapped around him, you stroke him up and down against your cheek, thumb swiping over the slit.
"O-oh my god— mmh— sweetheart," he pants, tipping his head back in a strangled whimper he desperately tries to hide.
You look up at him, admiring the way he writhes and squirms in front of you, short, labored breaths making his stomach tense, the hand on your head desperately trying to remain passive.
He picks his head back up, and your eyes meet his covered face, imagining the blissed out expression he would have, but instead your train of thought abruptly gets interrupted as you are met with your reflection through the opaque black plastic of his ski goggles.
You can see yourself.
You can see yourself sitting on your knees in between his legs. Drool coating your cheek and chin as you lick and stroke.
It’s lewd, perverted, obscene even.
But like a switch in your brain, your pupils dilate, your head coming back up to take him back into the wet heat of your mouth.
Isaac groans at the returning feeling, hips inadvertently thrusting up, hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him again, but you don't let up, your head bobbing up and down once again as your hand pumps the rest of what you can't fit in your mouth.
Eyes staying fixed to your own reflection.
You don't know, but his eyes lock onto yours, intently watching you work him up and down. He notices your eyes are practically glued to him even when your throat deliciously contracts around him, even when you can't see his face.
Besides blinking, your eyes refuse to close. Truthfully, he can barely think but with the last few working cells in his brain…
It clicks.
"Are you— are you watching yourself?"
He originally thought maybe you were too embarrassed, too shy, or perhaps you just had a thing for his masked internet appearance.
Which he's not wrong in making that assumption, but he would have never guessed…
Would have never guessed it was something way filthier, way dirtier.
And oh, does he indulge you in this discovery.
"Fuck— you love watching yourself choke on my cock, yeah? Is that it? Oh fuck—" The veins in his arm pop as he stops holding back, his gentle hold disappearing, the tension in his body snapping as he pushes down on the back of your head.
Causing you to gag once more, tears pricking your eyes as the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat. You moan around him, the vibrations directly traveling up his spine.
He holds your head down for a few seconds, a tear running down your cheek before letting you back off him as he removes his hand.
You gasp for air with saliva running down your chin, your lips red and a tiny bit swollen. He wastes no time as he bunches up your hair in a fist, his hand becoming a makeshift ponytail.
"Not so shy and innocent are we now?" he purred, guiding your head back down, taking himself back into your mouth, your hands now resting on each one of his thighs. He roughly maneuvers your head up and down the length of his dick, in time with his upward thrusts, and you're left to just watch yourself get dizzy for it in the reflection of his goggles.
"You just wanna watch yourself take that dick, huh? Holy shit— so good—" he praises as he begins rutting up into your mouth with even more vigor than before, hips desperately lifting and bucking off the couch as he chases his release. All you can do is moan around him and watch the muscles in his arms flex mere seconds before coming undone.
He tugs on your hair as a warning, but on your own volition, you sink all the way down, your lips at the base of his cock swallowing him whole, your nose nuzzling the curly hair there, taking him all the way down your throat for a final time.
"F-fuck! Baby—" he groans, his heavy cock twitching and throbbing against your tongue as strings of his hot release spill down your throat, his hand not letting go of your hair, holding you in place as he rides out his orgasm. You watch your eyes practically roll back, brows knitting together as you swallow every last drop.
His chest heaves as he pants, the unbelievable sight of you looking up at him bringing him back down to earth.
He releases the harsh hold on your hair, letting it cascade over your face allowing you to quickly pull back, coughing a little as you catch your breath with a lopsided smile on your face, resting your head back on his thigh.
"You are... something else," he chuckles, slumping back against the couch, lazily tucking himself back into his pants before gently wiping a tear away from your cheek, the both of you completely spent.
You huff a small laugh in response, dazed and a little lightheaded.
Suddenly you both hear the sound of the front door being opened.
You and Isaac look at each other with wide eyes before scurrying around.
He hurriedly takes off his mask and goggles, tossing them aside as you bolt towards the bathroom, but before you could reach it Isaac grabs your wrist, pulling you back for a quick yet lingering kiss, tasting himself in the process.
"You okay? Cuz that was— a lot," he whispers, furrowing his brows in concern, wanting to quickly check in, his other arm keeping you pressed to him as it wraps around you.
You nod with a smile, whispering back, "I'm okay, I promise."
"Go clean up and I'll handle everything else." He leans back in for another kiss, one that has you spilling a small whine into his mouth, the ache and dampness between your thighs not forgotten.
He breaks the kiss as Larry’s and Tanner's voices can be heard echoing through the house, calling for the both of you.
"I know, sweet girl, I know..." he coos, caressing your cheek with his thumb before kissing you a third and final time.
"I'll make it up to you.”
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