#grunk

⸻ Dating Isaacwhy is like dating a golden retriever on steroids.

He's everything you could ever dream of; funny, caring, handsome, smart, et cetera, et cetera. But when he's with his chaotic group of friends? He becomes even more of a menace than he usually is.

Of course, you have no issues with that — in fact, you actually really like his friends and get along with them all pretty well. However, once he gets absorbed into something like recording a new video or playing some game with them, it has his entire attention.

And you? His poor, sweet, loving girlfriend? You're left unattended, staring at the back of his head as he concentrates on trying to kill another player, shouting at Nick for dying.

He's been playing for hours now, despite promising he wouldn't be on for too long so you could spend some quality time together. Clearly, time had gotten away from him.

You've been waiting so patiently, lazily sprawled out on his bed and scrolling mindlessly through your phone this entire time. Totally not fair!

That's it. You have had enough.

You huff, dropping your phone onto his nightstand and finally getting up, stretching your aching muscles.

He laughs, the sound loud and contagious, adding on to some bit that you weren't privy to. It makes you smile despite yourself, crossing the short distance towards his setup.

Your hand meets his big bicep, giving it a light squeeze and feeling the muscles twitch beneath your fingers. He turns, eyes meeting yours and bringing that ever so pretty smile to his lips — totally oblivious to the dull ache pooling in your gut.

He raises a brow, moving the side of his headphones off of one ear in silent question. You almost laugh, almost. Instead, you frown, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

His smile falters, brows furrowing in confusion as he mouths 'are you okay?'. Oblivious.

You hum, fingers dancing across his skin before pulling away. You nudge his foot with your own and he shifts his chair back, legs spreading as he assumes you want to sit in his lap. You do, of course, but a different idea suddenly comes to mind.

You drop to your knees between his legs, shuffling backwards a little and planting your hands onto his thick, muscular thighs.

He pauses, eyes tracking your movements as he blinks down at you, mouth opening and closing before pressing into a thin line. There we go.

You watch the bob of his adam's apple as he undoubtedly swallows back a protest with rapt fascination, his eyes flitting between you underneath his desk, smiling up at him so sweetly, and the screen currently highlighting his sculptured features with a plethora of colours — the game still ongoing as his friend's call his name in confusion.

If you aren't careful, then they could figure out what's actually happening; just the thought of it sends a jolt straight to your core.

"My bad, got distracted." he says, sending you a look of faux annoyance, yet tucking his chair back in anyway.

Your smile only widens, delighted at the response you already knew he'd give. So very predictable. You could already see the outline of his half hard dick beneath his sweatpants.

He shifts his attention back to the game, though he isn't half as focused as he was before. How could he be when you were knelt between his thighs and trailing your hands up, fingers toying with the waistband of his pants? It's hardly his own fault that his hips twitch forward in barely concealed anticipation.

You dip your fingers beneath the fabric, bottom lip catching between your teeth as you trace the hard line of him through his boxers, pulling a huff of breath from him. He's big, not that you don't already know that, but the reminder always makes you a little flustered. He is a big man, after all.

"Yeah, I got one of 'em. Larry where are—" he grits his teeth, forcing himself not to groan as you palm him, a sly smirk crossing your tempting lips, "—you?"

The sight alone is enough to have your heart racing, heat coiling low in your abdomen.

You shift your hand to get a better angle, tracing the heat of his length through the fabric separating you with a torturous slowness, just to get him shifting on the spot and resisting the urge to buck into your touch.

Pulling your hand back, you instead grip the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers, tugging the fabric down just enough so that his dick springs free, achingly hard, tip flushed and beading with precum.

His eyes briefly dart down, dick twitching at the sight of you practically ogling him — it's incredibly hard not to when he looks so god damn ethereal.

Tongue out, you kitten-lick at his tip, tasting the salty precum before licking a stripe down to the base and wringing a low grumble from his chest. A warning.

You do not heed it.

You press your lips to the hot, sensitive skin and kiss your way back up to the tip, taking it into your mouth and running your tongue over the slit.

"Jesus." he curses under his breath, eyes closing for a moment before snapping back open and shifting to his computer screen.

A grin tugs at your lips, parting them wider as you slowly take him further into the wet heat of your mouth. He shudders, exhaling shakily through his nose, hips twitching forwards unbridled.

"Two on me." he manages, a hand dropping to bundle up your hair and rest on the back of your head — encouraging.

You hum around him, hollowing out your cheeks as you take as much of him as you can until he's hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. You retreat back to just the tip, sucking at the head before sliding him back into your mouth, feeling the weight of him on your tongue.

He jolts, hand tightening on your hair and letting slip a too-loud grunt, forcing his hips to stay still.

"I hit my knee." he explains rather weakly when questioned, eyes dropping every few seconds to admire you slowly bobbing up and down on his dick, your hands coming up to wrap around the rest of him that you couldn't fit.

It was clear that your mouth was entirely too distracting, his gameplay suffering because of it and earning himself several annoyed shouts from his friends. You could hear Tanner on the floor above, complaining that he'd died because of Isaac.

"Don't blame me for your—shit—aim." he clears his throat, managing to play off the curse as you squeeze and tug your hands in time with your mouth.

You release him with a soft pop, catching your breath and flashing him a bright, teasing grin.

He doesn't grant you a reply. Instead, his hand presses more insistently against your head, urging you take his dick into your mouth again and pushing himself further inside than before, almost making you gag and him huff out another muttered curse.

You're struggling to take him, but he doesn't let up, no longer so passive as his hips buck up to chase the addictive wet heat of your oh, so willing mouth.

He grasps at your hair for something to cling to and tugs, pulling a muffled moan from your throat, the sound vibrating around him and making him groan.

"Hold— Hold on. Fuck. I spilt my drink all over my desk." he grits out, not waiting for an answer before muting his mic and carelessly tugging off his headphones.

"Needy fucking girl." he mutters, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag. "You just couldn't wait, could you? Needed my dick this bad, huh?"

You moan around him, throat stretching to accommodate all of him as he keeps your head in place, fisting your locks and rutting into your mouth.

"That’s it." he all but purrs, licking his lips. "C'mon, you can take it. I know you can— shit."

Tears prick at your glossy eyes, threatening to fall as your nose nudges the pubic hair at the base of his dick, jaw working to keep your mouth nice and wide for him.

"Attagirl. Taking me so well." he praises, "Fuck, so well."

His rhythm falters, thrusts growing sloppy and sounds growing louder as he approaches his release, murmuring your name like a prayer.

"Just like that, sweetheart. yeah— shit, so good."

Your core aches, throbbing at the erotic scene playing out, shuffling forwards to grind your clothed heat against his shoe in a lazy attempt at alleviating the hot, incessant need coiling tight inside you.

"Fuck!" he curses, head tilting back as he shoves his dick down your throat once more before coming undone.

His dick twitches on your tongue, once and then twice, cum coating the gummy walls of your mouth. You swallow his hot load, milking him dry as his grip slackens on your hair, running his fingers through the locks soothingly.

You pull back, releasing him from your mouth and coughing as you catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip.

"God." he mumbles, shoulders slumping as he moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, nothing that I didn't like." You shake your head, a smile gracing your lips.

"'Course." he huffs a laugh, tucking himself back into his pants, his big hands coming down to grip your waist as he leans forward and carefully hoists you up, situating you atop his lap.

"Pretty." he hums, thumbs caressing your waist in slow circles. "My pretty girl."

A lazy grin crosses his lips as your cheeks heat up, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Your thighs are pressed either side his own, straddling his hips and making it frustratingly hard to get any real friction.

"Isaac..." You pout, glancing between his eyes and shuddering beneath the intensity behind them.

"So needy." he replies, "Patience." pressing his lips to your own and tasting himself on your tongue.

You sigh into the kiss, hands slipping into his curls as your lips slot together again and again, hot breaths shared between kisses. He hums against your mouth as you toy with his hair, trailing a hand down, over your navel, and dipping beneath the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

His fingers skim across the edge of your underwear, teasing as he smirks against your lips before cupping your heat through the fabric and making you jolt.

"Please, Isaac." You murmur, breaking the kiss.

He raises a brow. "Please, what?"

A groan of annoyance makes it way out of your throat, pressing your forehead to his and staring into his hypnotising eyes.

"Please touch me."

He hooks a finger beneath the fabric and tugs it to the side, running it through your slick with a satisfied hum.

"Isaac!" You gasp.

"Already so wet for me." he observes, spreading your folds with two fingers before thumbing at your clit in slow, punishing circles. "This what you wanted?"

"Yeah— yes." Your grip tightens on his locks, nodding quickly and profusely as you press down against him, seeking out his touch.

He marvels at the sight of you squirming on his lap, his fingers teasing at your entrance and slipping his middle finger inside, feeling your walls greedily clench around him.

"Oh— Fuck, Isaac." you whimper, tilting your head back as his lips press against your throat, kissing and sucking at the skin whilst slowly sliding his finger in and out, curling deliciously inside you.

"There she is." he murmurs, teeth grazing your neck and nipping at the flesh.

Your back arches as he adds another finger, stretching you out with practised precision, matching the pace with his thumb. His free hand slides up your spine, shirt riding up and splaying wide across your back.

"Faster, please." you whine, giving his curls a tug and pulling a groan from his throat.

He grins against your neck, "Yeah? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" murmuring between open-mouthed kisses before pulling back to watch your expression twist in pleasure, his fingers gradually speeding up.

A moan tumbles from your lips, nodding at the words spoken so sweetly despite being downright sinful. "Uh-huh, so s'bad."

He adds a third finger, the stretch leaving you gasping for breath as one hand falls back to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. His thick fingers work you expertly, sliding in and out of your cunt, curling knuckle-deep inside you and rubbing your clit faster in tight circles.

Your hips twitch and buck against him, brows pulling taut and cursing his name, the familiar knot in your abdomen tightening and tightening.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." he smiles, shutting you up with his lips and swallowing the pretty sounds you're making.

The kiss is messy, hot and desperate as you whine into his mouth and arch into his touch, his fingers fucking up into you just like he'd promised. It feels so inexplicably good that you can't even form a single coherent thought.

"C'mon, angel." he says against your lips, "You're close, aren't you? Fuck— Come all over my fingers for me." panting into your mouth as you nod dumbly in turn.

"Isaac—" you gasp, foreheads pressing together as your back arches and you clench around him, your orgasm wracking through your entire being.

"There we go." he hums, working you through your release until you're shaking from overstimulation, and he slides his fingers out of you. "You did s'good f'me."

Your chest rises and falls with shaky, uneven breaths, eyes zeroing in on his fingers coated in your juices. He stares right at you as he slides them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you and licking his fingers clean like a man starved.

Some kind of sound escapes you, pulse jumping at the sight and your cheeks feeling far too warm. Jesus.

"Sweet." he says with a lopsided grin, breathing out a laugh when you lazily smack his chest.

"Isaiah! What is taking you so long?"

Tanner’s voice echoes through the house, shouting from the stairs, probably. You both freeze, looking between each other and then to his computer screen reading 'game over'.

"Give me a minute!" he shouts back, turning his head towards the door.

You smile despite yourself, slumping against him and resting your head on his shoulder with a non-commital hum. His hand slides further up your back to slip into your mussed up hair, smoothing over the strands and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.