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hood up, one earbud in, bag slung lazily over one shoulder. he doesn’t rush. doesn’t need to. his friends trail behind him like shadows, joking loudly as they shove desks around to make room.
and like clockwork, the girls spot him.
“iso~! we haven’t seen you at any parties lately…”
“are you avoiding us?”
“you’re sooo boring now. c’mon, there’s a house thing this Friday. you’re coming, right?”
“you always used to show up. we miss you.”
one of them reaches out, playfully tugging at the drawstring on his hoodie. another leans in close, laughing way too hard at something one of his friends said.
he doesn’t flinch.
just slides into his chair, elbow resting on the desk, half-lidded gaze fixed somewhere far from the mess around him.
“nah,” he says flatly. “not my thing anymore.”
“since when?” one girl pouts, leaning her chin on her hand.
he shrugs. “‘s loud. full of people I don’t care about.”
one of them huffs, a little frustrated. “okay, what do you care about these days?”
he doesn’t answer.
but just then—the door opens.
you walk in, hugging your notes to your chest, soft steps quiet against the floor. you glance around nervously, looking for a seat.
his eyes flick toward you. he straightens a little. sits up just enough to make space in the row where you usually sit, even though someone already tried to claim the spot next to him.
he jerks his chin at them.
“move.”
“what? but—”
“move.”
they get up, grumbling, and iso goes right back to his usual lean—hood up, lips tucked into a half-frown like he’s not paying attention.
but his eyes are already back on you, watching the way you brush your bangs behind your ear, tuck your bag under your seat, and quietly settle down like you didn’t just walk into the room and shift his entire axis.
and when the girl from earlier leans over again and whispers, “so? you coming to the party or not?” he doesn’t even look at her.
don't think that i have moved on from puppy!iso... hes still rotting my brain
you'd barely been gone for a week, but Iso made it feel like a lifetime.
it started subtly, or so you'd heard from the other agents. he didn't say much at first, just a quiet question here and there, like "is y/n doing okay?" or a quick glance at his phone every time a notification pinged, hoping it's from you. but then, it escalated.
your room became his second home— no, scratch that— his sanctuary.
afternoons that were meant for hanging out with others? spent curled up on your bed, your clothes draped all over it. he wasn't shy about it either, grabbing your favourite hoodie from the closet and burying his face in it as he napped.
"he's like a dog guardin' its owner's den" clove had said over dinner one night, earning a sheepish glare from iso.
and the texts. oh, the texts.
"miss U"
"had a boring meeting today. if U were here it wouldve made it better"
"[link of a restaurant] wanna try this when Ur back? they have Ur favourite"
even though he knew you were busy, his messages came in steadily. short, sweet, and just enough to remind you of how much he missed you. the ones that got you the most, though, were the late-night facetime calls.
"want to see Ur face" he'd texted one night, and when you picked up, there he was— his ears drooping, tail wagging lazily behind him as he pouted into the camera.
"yuyu..." you said in awe, trying not to laugh at how pitiful he looked.
"what did you do today?" he asked, his voice small and soft, like he was afraid to interrupt your busy schedule.
"meetings, mostly," you replied, resting your chin in your palm. "enough about me. what about you? anything exciting?"
he shrugged, his face tilting away from the camera. "not really..."
"no missions?"
"i had one," he muttered, tail still wagging. "but it wasn't fun."
"not fun? what happened, did brim say something?"
"no..." he trailed off, then finally looked back to you, his eyes shining with an honesty that made your chest ache. "you weren't there."
the way he said, so matter-of-factly, knocked the wind out of you.
"yuyu..."
"it's true," he insisted. "everything's boring when you're not here."
you'd spent the rest of the night reassuring him, promising him over and over again that you'd be back soon. even though he nodded and smiled, you could still see the sadness and yearning in his eyes.
when you finally did return, it felt different. you barely had time to drop your bags before you heard your name.
"y/n!"
the next thing you knew, you were engulfed in warmth, strong arms pulling you close as iso buried his face in your neck.
"i missed you so much..." he murmured, his voice muffled.
before you could respond, clove's voice cut through the moment. "told ya he's been hangin' out in yer' room. 'twas a pain trying to get him to leave." they said, before letting out a sigh.
"clove!" iso whined, his tail swishing nervously behind him.
you laughed, wrapping your arms around him as he tried to hide his face. "care to explain, hm?"
"...no."
"zhao yu."
"...fine." he pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushed, ears twitching in embarassment. "your bed smells like you, okay? it... it makes it easier to sleep."
your heart melted at his honesty, and you couldn't resist pulling him close again, your fingers scratching lightly at the base of his ears. he let out a soft, contented hum, his tail wagging furiously behind him.
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chamber taking care of u while you’re on your period… auurgghh im in so much pain T_T
He woke up to the sounds of you stirring and shifting in the bed, worried with the way you’re groaning as if you’re in so much pain.
“Hey, hey... shh… are you okay, sweetheart?”
Chamber asked softly, his voice still groggy as he rolled over to face you. His hands gently caressing your cheeks to provide a bit of comfort.
You shook your head, “No… it hurts…” you said, while clutching your tummy.
Ah, it’s that time of the month. He couldn’t help but slightly cursed himself for not being more attentive and mindful of your cycle…
“Oh, darling… I’ll get some painkillers and a hot compress to ease your cramps, okay? I’ll be back.”
He would prepare you a hot bath, and cook you breakfast for you to enjoy in bed.
“Does bacon and eggs sound good to you, baby?”
You shook your head, clearly not interested on having anything heavy.
“Want egg soup…”
A soft chuckle escaped him as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Alright, alright. I’ll add some veggies like the usual, hm?”
“And dumplings…” “Of course, chérie.”
If he got some work to do during that day, he would bring you to his office. He gotta make sure you’re under his watchful eyes at all times, you know?
And of course, he’s carrying you there himself. Yes, there’s no way he’s letting you walk in pain. His poor baby :(
You tend to get suuuuper clingy when you’re on your period. You would cling to him while sitting on his lap, not giving a damn that he’s busy working on his new weapon project.
“My sweet darling,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I think you’d be more comfortable resting on the couch.”
“No… I need Vincent with me.” you replied, your words firm as they were soft.
Unfortunately, Chamber knew better than to argue. Whatever his princess desired, Y/N would get. So, he let you stay, napping on his lap, wrapped in a blanket that smelled just like him, while he continued working.
Your presence was a comfort to him as much as his was to you.
notes : established relationship, possessive!chamber and he's jealous, kinda suggestive at the end ?
The mission had gone off without a hitch, but that didn’t mean it was without its casualties. You were busy tending to Deadlock’s injuries, carefully wrapping bandages around her waist. Your focus was on her, making sure your actions didn’t cause any unnecessary pain.
“All is good?” you asked, your voice soft, full of concern.
Deadlock gave you a small smile, nodding. “I’m fine, Y/N. Thanks.”
Meanwhile, from across your view, Chamber was supposed to be participating in a post-mission briefing with Brimstone and Cypher, but his attention had long since wandered.
He couldn’t stop watching you, the way your hands moved so gently, the way you spoke with such care. Every detail felt like a dagger in his heart, but what infuriated him most was how close you were to Deadlock.
The way you were treating her so tenderly... it should be him receiving that attention. Not Deadlock. Not anyone else.
Deadlock noticed the intensity of Chamber’s gaze, the way he was glaring at her. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look from him. She knew he was protective of you, maybe even possessive. She finished adjusting the bandages herself, giving you a knowing look.
“I think the wrappings are all fine, Y/N. I’ll fix the rest of it.” she said, trying to ease the tension she could feel building.
“But I’m not–”
“Don’t worry about it,” Deadlock interrupted, her tone gentle. She then tilted her head towards Chamber. “Though, I think someone else needs your attention.”
You glanced over your shoulder, following her gaze to see Chamber standing a few feet away, watching you intently. You hadn’t even noticed him there, too caught up in your work. He excused himself from the conversation with Brimstone and Cypher as you approached, that familiar cheeky smile tugging at his lips.
This guy...
“I told you to stop glaring at people I talk to.” you scolded, arms crossed over your chest.
“To be exact, mon amour,” Chamber replied smoothly, “Deadlock was flirting with you.”
“No, she wasn’t! I was just helping her with her injuries!—”
“Then, I’m injured too.” Chamber lifted his hand, revealing a bleeding cut, his expression unfazed.
You sighed, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was trying to sway you with that disarming smile of his, and unfortunately for you, it always worked.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you grumbled, pulling him by the hand to a quieter corner where you could tend to his wound in peace.
“I told you not to hide things from me, Vincent Fabron.”
Ouch, his eyebrows shot up at the sound of his full name. You only used it when you were really annoyed. He watched silently as you prepared the med kit, your movements quick and efficient.
“Vin…” he muttered under his breath.
“What?” you responded, tilting your head innocently.
“You usually call me Vin…” he pointed out, his pout almost comical.
“That’s not the point.” you huffed, rolling your eyes, but before you could continue, he cut you off.
“I don’t like it when people get touchy with you. Only I can do that.”
You wanted to argue, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but his puppy eyes made it impossible.
“Hey now…”
“You can only tend to my injuries, okay, Y/N?” he insisted, his tone leaving little room for disagreement. “The others can go to Sage, but you... you’re mine.”
Chamber tilted his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your response.
"Chérie?"
You sighed again, defeated. “Okay.”
Chamber’s smile softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. It was rare to see him this vulnerable, this possessive, but you knew it was just another way he showed how much he cared.
His personality always seemed to shift when you were around, going from the suave, confident agent to the affectionate, slightly clingy boyfriend.
As you cleaned his wound, Chamber rested his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. He took in your scent, his comfort in the midst of all the chaos.
“Vin, we’re still in public…” you whispered, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to concentrate on his injury.
“Je m'en fiche (I don’t care),” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck. “I want to show them what’s mine.”
He looked up at you with those soft brown eyes, his gaze full of adoration. “You’re so pretty…”
You blushed under his stare, feeling your resolve weaken. Chamber’s face nuzzled into your neck, his kisses turning your body to jelly.
“Vin, I can’t focus,” you mumbled, your voice breathy.
Chamber chuckled softly, noticing how flustered you’d become. He loved seeing you like this.
So vulnerable, so irresistibly cute. But he had more in store for you, a plan for when you both returned home.
That night, you and Chamber lay curled up together in your room, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you like a baby koala. He always found comfort in your space, the room filled with the scent of Trudon candles and the faint hint of your perfume. It was his sanctuary, away from the endless projects and the pressures of his work.
Here, he could just be with you, and be himself.
Your phone dinged, pulling you out of your sleepy haze. It was a message from Brimstone, another briefing scheduled for the night. You sighed, not in the mood for more discussions.
Chamber peeked at the screen, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
You hesitated, knowing you really should go, but then Chamber tightened his grip, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. “Just stay here with me, okay?”
His words were so gentle, so pleading, and you could almost see the imaginary puppy ears on his head, trying to charm you. You sighed, knowing you didn’t really have a choice, not with him being so clingy.
Then, Chamber began to nibble on your ear, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. You whimpered, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
“Hey—”
“Shh,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Forget about the briefing. I missed you, mon amour.”
And with that, you knew there was no way you’d be leaving his embrace tonight.
currently thinking of hybrid!chamber and hybrid!iso…
chamber
hybrid!chamber is the type to keep nagging you while you’re deep into working on your project, clearly not caring how busy you are. he wants your attention, and you must give it to him.
“vin, i’m still working on something.”
“i don’t care…”
you sighed, “we’ll cuddle in 10 minutes, alright?”
“you’ve been saying that for the past 30 minutes, amour…” he said, burying his face into the crook of your neck again, his fluffy ears now flat against his head.
brat hybrid chamber. brat hybrid chamber. brat hybrid chamber.
would give you the silent treatment if you forgot to give him the kiss of the day. though, he prefers making out with you.
chamber would never stop rubbing himself on you, in other words, marking you with his scent. he hates the way his scent gets mixed up with others’ whenever you came back from a mission.
so, the usual post-mission ritual is to have you stay in his room while he pamper fucks you with so much love because the hybrid missed you sooo much (god forbid the two of you get separated or else hell will break loose).
trust me, he’s a good boy. as long as he gets enough attention, cuddles and kisses from you, he’s content <3
iso
oh, truly the epitome of sweetheart.
hybrid!iso doesn’t complain much, but sometimes he does get bad days.
would cling onto you 24/7 like his life depends on it. doesn’t matter what time and where you are. it’s just him being protective possessive.
whenever both of you are deployed together during missions, he would follow you everywhere you go. like a lost puppy, or should i say, like he’s your pocket duelist.
iso has to make sure you’re in his sight at all times, so u wouldn’t get injured. he would never let that happen.
“aren’t you supposed to be with cypher?”
he shook his head nonchalantly, “wanna be with you instead.”
and iso always tries his best to show you how skillful he is at something, just so he could receive praises from you. it’s the only thing that keeps him going <3
“you did great today, good boy ~” you said as you ruffle his hair and rubs his ears, his tail wagging in excitement. you could tell he’s trying to hide his blush with the collar of his jacket, but failed.
notes : jealous sex, established relationship, possessive!iso, p in v, mostly iso’s pov, not proofread
You promised him.
Or, at least, that was what Iso liked to think.
Usually, both of you would hang out together every night in either your room or his. It was a comforting routine, one that had become almost sacred for Iso.
But tonight, you weren’t coming. Iso went to check your room, just in case you were waiting for him. But it was empty.
He texted you, but there was no response.
Frustration gnawed at him until he decided to search for you himself. Eventually, he found you in the lounge, everyone happy and laughing over stupid jokes with each other. Then there you were, the sweet you, sitting quietly on the couch with that shy smile on your face.
Without him.
To say he was hurt was an understatement. But Iso wouldn’t admit it. He slowly approached, a mask of calm on his face.
“Yo, Iso! Come hang out with us!” Raze called out, raising a can of soda toward him with a cheeky grin.
“Thanks, but I have other plans. With Y/N.” he replied, forcing a soft and friendly smile.
Friendly, huh…
You looked up at him, somewhat confused. Did you forget something?
“Plus, don’t you guys have a briefing with Brimstone? You should hurry before he… explodes in the group chat.”
Jett chimed in, “Shit, you’re right… Ugh, let’s just go, guys.”
The rest immediately left, leaving you and Iso in the lounge room. Jett lingered a bit, glancing at the both of you discreetly before joining the others.
Those two are always together… Can’t even tear them away from each other, she thought.
You were about to ask him what was up, until—
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you stumbled to try and keep up. His grip was hard, almost bruising as he dragged you out of the lounge.
“It hurts—”
“Shut up before I make you.”
You flinched at his harsh tone. His usual calm demeanour was replaced by barely contained anger. He pulled you into his room, only shutting the door behind the two of you before pinning you against the wall.
“Didn’t even bother to check on me, hm? You promised me you’d spend the night with me.”
“I- I was about to go to your room—”
Your sentence was cut off when you saw him roll his eyes, clearly pissed off.
“Was I just supposed to wait around like an idiot? While you were hanging out with everyone else?” Iso said, turning away as his emotions flared.
You shook your head, “N-no, it’s Jett, she suddenly pulled me to the lounge–”
“Aww,” Iso let out a chuckle before continuing.
“That’s bullshit, babe. You could’ve said no.” His voice lowered to a whisper, almost dangerous.
“Always the helpful little mouse, hm?”
You stayed quiet, looking down at your feet, clearly defeated by his words.
He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His lips hovered millimetres from your ear as he spoke, his words sending shivers down your spine.
“What should I do to make it clear that you’re mine and mine alone?”
And god, you taste so ethereal.
A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your wet cunt, making you involuntarily clenched. You arched your back when Iso wrapped his lips around your cunt, his tongue lapping up any juices that flowed out of you as if his life depends on it.
Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade over your flushed cheeks.
“Stay still, baby.” his voice muffled on your slit, both of his thumbs currently spreading your dripping lips apart for his selfish indulgence.
“Yuyu… wanna cum…”
Iso gripped on your thighs harder, not letting go as you moaned out his name and grip the mop of hair at the top of his head. Your legs trembled uncontrollably from pleasure, with drool dripping down on the side of your lips.
He admired the way your pussy glistened under the dim light. His thumb lightly played with the sensitive nub, making you whimper under his touch while you were overstimulated.
What a beauty, Iso thought.
He started to undress himself, his eyes were still glued onto your naked body, as if he was memorising every curve of you.
Then, his calloused hands wandered all over your body, greedily fondling your boobs.
“My pretty princess…”
He leaned down, his mouth latched onto a specific spot on your neck, the spot he knew will elicit the most beautiful sound from you.
“Oh ~”
Iso smirked, “You like that, hm?”
He pulled away, sitting on his knees on the bed. His eyes never stray away from your figure, while stroking his cock smothered with pre-cum.
Your eyes locked with his cock, when the realisation hit you. He’s big. You tried to hide your flushed face with a plushie, but Iso snatched it away before you knew it.
“Nuh-uh. Where’s my pretty girl? Gotta keep your eyes on me all night, bao bei.” he said, leaning towards you to give a soft forehead kiss.
You nodded instead, unable to utter coherent words. You reached for his free hand, as if yearning his touch to comfort yourself. Iso intertwined his fingers with yours, whilst settling himself between your spread legs.
Iso felt your gummy walls clenched when he sank into you slowly, careful to not hurt you in the process.
“Fuck…” Iso muttered, the way you were still tight even after he prepared you.
He continued to bury himself deeper, which made you arched your back. Iso pushed you into the bed as his hand settled on your bare stomach, at the same time trying to feel the slight bulge of his cock inside you.
Iso smirked, “Do you feel it, sweetheart? I’m gonna fill you up… full of me.”
Before you could answer, he pushed your knees further to sheath himself deeper into your cunt, which elicited a soft moan from you.
“Yuyu ~!”
Your feet dangled above you as his hard thrusts moved your body back and forth, as if Iso was chasing something.
“Hold on for me, bao bei….”
The sound of skins slapping against each other filled Iso’s room, mixed with moans and whimpers.
Mouth hung open because the only words you could mutter coherently were unintelligible moans and soft whispers of his name.
You could feel it coming.
“Just let it go, bao bei,” Iso muttered, trying to resist his moans that could escape from his own mouth. “I got you.”
He had a soft smile on his face, his hand caressing your blushed cheek. He knew you’re about to cum for the second time, the way your gummy walls gripped around his cock, the way your hazy eyes looked at him, the soft mutterings of his special nickname, Yuyu. He knew.
Your back arched almost painfully when you came undone, your cunt clenching with gushing slick as you squirted all over his bed sheet.
Iso didn’t stop his thrusts, your flailing limbs held down by his stronger body as he brutally fucked you back and forth throughout your orgasm, chasing his own release.
Because your man isn’t finished with you, yet.
(A/N) : yepppp iso has a huge dick its canon riot showed me a picture of it :3
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note : victor is deadeye (fanon), 3 of them are around high schoolers’ age, childhood friends to lovers trope, reader comes from a lower-class background
The sun had just begun its descent, casting a golden glow over the prestigious school grounds. You stood anxiously at the entrance, feeling out of place amidst the affluent parents and well-dressed students. You couldn’t ignore the whispers and glances of disdain, the way they were judging you for your worn-out clothes.
It made you feel small, like you didn’t belong in their world.
But it’s just how the world works, on your part. You’re used to it.
Just as your discomfort peaked, Vincent and Victor entered your vision.
“Y/N!”
Vincent, the ever-energetic and cheerful twin, sprinted towards you, his face alight with excitement. Victor followed behind at a more leisurely pace, a small, reassuring smile on his lips at the sight of beautiful you.
“Sorry for making you wait for us. Victor was being too slow.” Vincent said, only to be interrupted by a warning smack at the back from Victor.
“He’s lying to you. He spilled his food on his book, and [sighs], well… someone had to help him clean it up.” Victor corrected, making you chuckle shyly.
Vincent rolled his eyes at his brother dramatically before turning his attention back to you.
“Shall we get going?”
You nodded, a soft smile spreading across your face. To your surprise, Vincent grabbed your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. Victor, not to be outdone, gently took your backpack from your shoulder.
“Oh, Victor you don’t have to–” you started, but were cut off by his soft smile, which is a rare sight coming from him.
“No worries, okay?” He said, with a soft but firm voice.
“Thanks…” you mumbled, turning away to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks.
The twins shared a knowing glance, both wearing smiles that hinted at their not-so-secret affection for you.
Arriving at the aquarium, your excitement was palpable. As soon as you stepped inside, you were captivated by the vibrant displays and the myriad of sea creatures swimming gracefully behind the glass.
A few days earlier, the three of you sat together at the neighbourhood park, your usual hangout spot. You mentioned in passing that you had never been to an aquarium.
“What do you mean you’ve never been to one ?!” Vincent exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. “The tickets are too expensive…”
Victor hummed thoughtfully, “Well, if that’s the case, we should go to one this Friday. Take it as my treat.”
Oho, finally! A reason to bring you out on a date, Victor thought. Until…
Vincent’s eyes widened in offense. “Hey, I should be the one saying that!”
“I want to bring Y/N only. You, on the other hand… You’re on your own.” Victor said, shooting his twin a deadly glare.
Vincent gasped dramatically. “Espèce de fils de pute! (You son of a bitch!)” he retorted, earning a laugh from you as the twins bickered.
You darted from tank to tank, your eyes widened in wonder. Vincent and Victor hung back, watching you with adoration in their eyes. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and they found themselves so whipped over you.
You had become an important part of their lives, and they had to protect you from all the dangers in this world. They were determined to keep you close, to make you stay with them.
Forever.
Victor pulled out his phone, snapping a candid photo of you. The way your face alight with joy as your doe eyes admired the marine life, it’s too adorable for him.
He’s going to make you his. One way or another. Victor has to.
But, too bad, he has a competition. Who might that be? If it’s none other than his younger brother.
Speak of the devil. Vincent nudged his brother, noticing your picture on his phone.
“Send me that.” he whispered. Victor scoffed lightly, “Certainement pas (No way). This one’s for my eyes only.”
Vincent pouted. “Allez (come on), now. I got some of her photos too. Do you want them? Y/N looks so pretty–”
“What are you guys talking about?” You questioned, which startled them both.
“We, uh– we were talking about those fishes,” Vincent stammered. “Yeah! It’s just, uh–”
“But I heard you said my name.” You asked, curious eyes staring into their souls.
Trying not to cause more suspicion, Victor quickly cut him off. “Oh, the showcase is about to start. Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting for, Y/N?”
Your eyes lit up with excitement. “Yeah, let’s go!”
You took off towards the showcase location, with Victor following close behind, after giving Vincent a narcissistic smirk.
You bitch.
He lingered for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief before catching up.
notes : established relationship (this is after they started dating), bad boy x sunshine trope, fluff fluff fluff >.<
Iso arrived at the front of your house, being extra mindful not to rev his bike too much. The last thing he needed was for your parents to come out and give him grief. Not that he minded particularly, but he had to be on his best behaviour in front of his future in-laws.
After all, he wanted to make a good impression.
He put up his helmet visor, still sitting on his bike, and texted you.
Yuyu 🐼 : I'm waiting outside, sweetheart.
Five minutes later...
Yuyu 🐼 : Babe?
Y/N: I'm still choosing which shoes to wear!!!
Iso chuckled to himself, shaking his head. What would you do without him, huh?
Without a second thought, he removed his helmet, setting it down carefully on the seat. He then walked up to your front porch, the wooden steps creaking slightly under his heavy combat boots. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing the ever-adorable you, perched in front of him with an excited grin.
“Yuyu!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. The faint smell of cigarette smoke still clung to his leather jacket, mixing with the scent of your floral perfume. It was a comforting and familiar combination.
You stepped back, biting your lip as you gestured to your feet. “I don’t know what shoes to wear…”
“And that’s why I’m here to save the day, baby,” Iso said, giving your cheek a light pinch, causing you to let out a tiny squeak.
He stepped into the hallway, his eyes scanning through the assortment of shoes lined up by the door. After a moment of consideration, he picked out a pair of white sneakers. “These suit your outfit best. Plus, we don’t want your feet to hurt tonight, do we?” He knelt in front of you, gently guiding your foot into the shoe.
You shook your head, watching as he tied the laces with practised ease. You giggled softly when he gently patted your thighs. “Alright, let’s get going.”
“Did you bring my helmet?” you asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Of course, the one with cat ears on em’,” he replied with a smile, retrieving the helmet from his bike.
Arrived at the club
Iso's palm, which was resting on the small of your back, moved to grip your waist instinctively as you both entered the crowded and noisy venue. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. The music pulsed through the room, a steady thump-thump-thump that you could feel in your bones. Iso led you further into the club, your eyes darting around as you tried to spot familiar faces. Knowing it was your first time at a club, he wanted to ensure you were comfortable and happy. But as he leaned in to take a closer look at your face, he realised he might not need to worry so much.
You looked up at him, eyes wide and doe-like. “What?”
“Nothing,” Iso said, trying to hold in his chuckle. “You look beautiful tonight. Beautiful as ever.”
You blushed, a rosy hue spreading across your cheeks, which earned a soft smile from him. Then, you heard a familiar voice.
“It’s about time!”
Iso perked up, recognizing the happy voice of Gekko, who was walking towards you both.
“Gekko!” you squealed, quickly moving to hug the taller guy. The embrace was warm and filled with the excitement of friends reuniting.
“Hey, sweets! Looking pretty as always,” Gekko said, dismissing Iso’s playful touch on your hair. “Everyone’s been waiting for y’all. Come on.”
Iso nodded, placing his hand back on the small of your back as Gekko led you to the rest of your friends. The crowd parted slightly, giving way to your group of friends huddled around a tall table.
“You hungry?” Iso asked, his voice barely audible over the din of the club.
You shook your head, fiddling with your purse. “I’m thirsty, though…”
Iso let out a tiny chuckle. “The party hasn’t even started, and you’re already thirsty?”
“I-It’s hot in here! You can’t blame me…” You stomped your foot lightly, pouting up at him. Your actions made Iso chuckle, his chest vibrating with the sound.
Iso left you with his friends whilst he went to order your drinks. He navigated the crowded bar with ease, returning a few minutes later with drinks in both hands. He saw your eyes light up at the sight of your favourite drink in his hand. The strawberry milkshake was topped with whipped cream and a cherry, just the way you liked it.
You settled comfortably on Iso’s lap, your soft hands playing with his hair, while he caught up with his group of friends around the table. They talked and laughed over beers, the camaraderie evident in their easy banter.
One of his friends voiced out, “You won big, Iso.” discreetly mentioning you.
“Yeah, didn’t expect you to soften up like this because you know… you’ve always been, rough.”
“Heh, wouldn’t be surprised if this dude ends up with flowers around him.”
Iso rolled his eyes, tightening his arms around you, seemingly annoyed with his friends’ remarks as they bursted into laughter.
“Shut the fuck up…”
Suddenly, you started squirming on his lap, discomfort etched on your face. The loud noise and the overwhelming crowd were starting to get to you. Iso noticed immediately, his protective instincts kicking in.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Iso asked, his voice gentle and concerned, leaning in closer to hear you over the din of the club.
“S’ loud… hurting my ears…” you mumbled, leaning into him for solace.
Iso knew he couldn’t let you stay uncomfortable any longer. He leaned back, his hand coming up to fix the hair that had fallen over your face. Iso knew he shouldn’t have brought you here; you’ve always hated loud noises and big crowds. But, sighing, he realised you were too stubborn, and Iso just couldn’t say no when it came to you.
Whatever his sweetheart wanted, he made sure to provide.
“Can I go, pleaseeeeeee can I can I?” you had pleaded,
“Y/N, for the last time—” Iso had started, frustration evident in his voice. But then you looked up at him with those wide, pleading doe eyes, and his resolve crumbled.
“Alright, alright. But, you gotta stay with me at all times, okay?” he had relented, his voice softening as you cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Thanks, Yuyu ~!”
“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back.
You shook your head in response, tightening your arms around his waist. “I wanna be with you…”
“Hey, hey, shh… I’ll always be with you, okay? Whatever you want, baby,” he reassured you, his lips brushing against your temple.
You didn’t respond, instead tightening your embrace, your face buried in his chest.
“Alright, how about we leave this party and go home? We can cuddle, watch your favourite movies, or… whatever you want. I’ll stay over at your house tonight.” He murmured into your ear, his calloused hands rubbing your back for comfort.
Your face lit up. “Really? Don’t you have work tomorrow—”
“It’s no big deal, yeah? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he assured you, his smile warm and genuine.
Iso knew he'd get an earful from his boss for coming in late tomorrow, but it is not as bad compared to the thought of leaving you at home with tearful eyes while hugging his leg, pleading him to stay,
Trust me, this is not the first time. He could handle it.
Iso nodded as an assurance, which earned small kisses all over his face from you. He chuckled, relieved that he could put a smile on your face. When both of you left, his friends couldn’t believe their eyes.
“Told you, man, he’s whipped as hell. That dude is far gone!” one of them remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
While waiting for Iso to put on your helmet outside, you asked, “Yuyu?”
“Yeah?” he responded, looking at you with those soft eyes that made your heart flutter.
“Can we get, um… ice cream on the way back?” you asked, your voice hopeful and sweet.
“Of course, I’ll take you to your favourite place. How about that?” he replied, a smile spreading across his face.
You nodded excitedly, your eyes sparkling as he securely fastened the helmet on your head.
(A/N): badboy!iso is my muse and i will die on this hill...
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Iso smirked as he admired two of the photobooth’s polaroids in his hand.
One for him to show off to his colleagues, and one for his eyes only.
The sensation was disorienting, as if reality itself had been folded and twisted, before finally snapping back into place. You and Iso found yourselves standing in a dimly lit storage room, the air heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten memories.
Your head spun with the abrupt transition, trying to make sense of the new surroundings. Iso’s concerned voice broke through the haze, his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury from the intense battle that had preceded your arrival.
“Y/N, you okay?” Iso’s tone was filled with genuine worry as he reached out to steady you, his touch grounding you in the unfamiliar space.
“Yeah, ‘s just a scratch…” you reassured him, mustering a weak smile to alleviate his concern.
“Alright, good,” Iso gave you a soft smile, “Let’s keep moving, ‘kay? We don’t want to linger here too long.” He suggested, his voice echoing in the stillness of the room.
With cautious steps, you pushed open the creaking door, expecting to find yourselves in the midst of chaos or an unknown landscape. Instead, what greeted you was beyond comprehension.
The storage room opened into a sprawling emporium, shelves lined with an array of peculiar trinkets. But what truly caught your attention was the sight of familiar faces plastered across the merchandise that adorned the walls. Looks like it’s a… Valorant merchandise store?
“Whoa… they’ve got merchandise… of us!” you exclaimed, disbelief colouring your voice as you took in the sight of life-sized cutouts and figurines bearing your likeness. More like, your omega counterpart’s likeness.
Iso followed your gaze, a bemused expression crossing his features as he processed the surreal scene before him. “Technically, it’s not us, bǎo bèi…”
You hurried towards the display, your eyes alight with excitement as you examined all the merch, which made a mischievous thought cross your mind.
“Look, Yuyu!” you called out, pointing to a pair of figurines that seemed to mirror the two of you. “It’s us! They even put us together, like a set!”
Iso couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him. A nagging question lingered in his mind— Did the existence of these figurines imply a deeper connection between the two of you in this alternate reality?
And, does that mean the both of you fuck in this universe too?
“I’m gonna take these home,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.
“Isn’t that stealing? Even my grandma said—” Iso’s protest was met with a dismissive wave from you. “They literally stole the radianites from our earth. This won’t hurt their pockets.”
Iso conceded, you’re right, they stole from us first. Then, a peculiar contraption caught Iso’s eye.
“Hey, would you look at that,” he remarked, gesturing towards a vintage photo booth tucked away in the corner of the room.
Intrigued, you joined him, curiosity piqued by the big box-looking machine. Iso’s gaze lingered on the faded advertisement featuring your Omega counterparts, with adorable animal filters on their faces.
“I wanna try it.” you said, excitement gleaming in your eyes.
“Go ahead—” he encouraged, but before he could react, you seized his hand and pulled him into the photobooth with you.
You excitedly played with the features on the screen, while Iso stood beside you, watching with adoration in his eyes.
“Yuyu, you need to lean down abit, you’re too tall!”
He chuckled, adjusting his position to fit in the frame.
Sitting beside you, Iso burst into laughter when the bunny filter appeared on his face which made his eyes look round with a fuzzy nose and bunny ears.
“Look at you! So adorable ~” you teased, unable to control your laughter.
He sighed, playing along with your silly antics. Whatever you say, princess.
As the camera snapped away, capturing silly moments frozen in time, you and Iso shared playful banter, making funny faces and striking ridiculous poses. Laughter filled the booth as you lost yourselves in the moment, forgetting the chaos of the world outside.
After the last picture was taken, you eagerly retrieved the photo prints from the machine, anticipation bubbling in your chest.
You giggled at the sight of grumpy Iso in one of the photos, adorned with cat ears and bright pink cheeks.
“Is that too funny for you, hm?” Iso teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before you could respond, he pulled you into a tight embrace, pinning you against the wall of the booth.
“Calm down, Yuyu!” you giggled, feeling his soft kisses trailing down on your exposed neck.
You gasped as Iso’s hand moved lower, moving your panties to the side, his index and middle fingers searching for your sweet spots.
“What if someone hears us—” you started, but Iso quickly cut you off with a reassuring whisper.
“The store’s closed, baby,” he murmured, pressing you closer to him. “No one’s gonna know.”
“So wet for me…” Iso smirked, his thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. You tried your best to hold out your moan but you couldn’t handle the pleasure, you threw your head against the wall of the limited space both of you were squeezed into.
You whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you in waves.
“Y/N—” his voice filled with longing, his desire, evident in every touch and every kisses. “‘Need you so bad, bǎo bèi…”
Iso pumped his cock a few times before inserting his tip along your wet folds. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck, slowly sinking his teeth into your skin as he tried his best to muffle his moans.
“Oh, so good for me…”
“Yuyu, I—”
Iso leaned back, making eye contact with you. “Look at me, bǎo bèi,” he said, his left hand reaching for your right cheek. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”
You nodded, while holding onto his neck as you let yourself succumb in pleasure.
Iso couldn’t remember the last time he felt this horny. The urge to fuck you dumb right there and then, and he thought he’s going insane. Well, he’s about to.
He began to thrust into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you usually like.
With your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, he’s impossibly deep inside your fluttering walls. His big hands palming your ass, almost covering them completely while his grip doesn’t falter, strong arms never getting tired.
Wet slapping sound with each thrust filled the room, your fluttering lips hugging each inch of his dick.
“You’re taking me so good, bǎo bèi… Fuck.” He breathed like it’s a revelation beneath your ear.
You let out soft whimpers and moans, thrashing under him as he sped up his pace.
“Y-yuyu, m’ gonna cum…”
You say through watery eyes, your throat dry from the gasping and moaning you’ve elicited as Iso continued to fuck you.
He chuckled, “I know, darling, I can tell.”
Iso knows too well what he could do to you, Iso knows too well when he feels the sweet clench of your walls around his cock.
Before you could mutter another word, the photobooth’s flash went off.
Wait, what?
“Smile for the camera, sweetheart.”
Your attempt to hide your face away from the camera seemed to fail. Iso’s huge hand grabbed your face, keeping you on display in front of the photobooth camera.
His thrusts became rougher and deeper, which made you roll your eyes.
“Only for my eyes only, only for me…”
You didn’t hear his remarks, too lost in the way his tip touched your cervix to care.
(A/N): iso gets freaky… i want him to be the father of my children hehe
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