#larry croft

⸻ 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.

"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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isaac

⋆ isaac is easier to get away with than others because he's very rarely live and in any content in which he's recorded, he's faceless

⋆ if you sent him a photo, he'd probably go quiet, staring at his phone for a while and sending you back a quick, short message. he knows he's easy to toy with

⋆ he'd be in the middle of a shoot and have to abruptly leave or else he'd be distracted the entire time

⋆ when he finally does see you next, he's all over you. not necessarily mad, but you're all he's been thinking about and he needs you bad

⋆ not all of your clothes are off by the time he's fucking you

nick

⋆ 50/50 shot he's filming or he's live, but either way he's got a horrible poker face and it does show

⋆ he's fidgety and his jaw stays tense, the look in his eyes distant and most of what he says to the camera makes zero sense

⋆ the type to get away from the camera for a minute to send you a picture of his dickprint in his sweats

⋆ absolutely rough when he finally does get his hands on you

⋆ against the walls, on the desk, whatever the nearest surface is

tanner

⋆ most likely he's live and looks all excited to see a text come from you, might even announce it to the chat

⋆ his big ass smile falls for a moment as he stares at your photo, clearing his throat and playing it off to his chat but his face is flushed

⋆ very nervously moving around in his seat, trying to stay focused on his stream but you catch him occasionally peeking back at his phone

⋆ sends you texts afterward about how hard he was on stream and how much he needs you there with him

⋆ he is overjoyed when he finally gets you, telling you how good you look (so much praise)

larry

⋆ larry doesn't really stream, so it's most likely you send him a photo while he's in someone else's video

⋆ he's usually prattling off jokes like a soundboard, but he becomes uncharacteristically quiet and distracted

⋆ out of the group, he's the most likely to just downright leave whatever he's doing to go and see you

⋆ his texts seem like they're trying to play it cool but you can see his desperation from a mile away

“Fine. I’ll tell her soon if y’all just leave me alone about it.” he said as he stood up and walked to his office.

A day or so later Nick was filming a vlog but lucky for you, you loved vlog days also meant you got to spend a bit more time with him.

Y’all were walking around the mall goofing off or mainly tanner and Larry like always, you stayed a few feet away trying not to get into whatever they were doing. “Hey” you said as you looked up to Nick, “whats up?” he said back. you took the chance of him not recording and the boys being a bit away from yall to say something “You look nice today!” you said with a small smile trying to hide your blush and nervousness. “heh thanks you do to.” he said back obviously a bit shy.

out of no where issac came behind scaring both of yall and cutting yalls conversations off, Isaac knew you liked nick, “Hey love birdsss” he said dragging out the end of his word. i rolled my eyes and looked at him giving him a weird look. i didnt know that nick saw the look i gave him making him a bit upset, but quickly fixing his face when i looked over. I thought i screwed my chances up by doing that.

We finally arrived home after our mall trip and nick spoiling us, all day today he seemed really close to me for some reason i knew i had to tell someone.

“issaccc… isaac!” i said basically banging on his door, he opened the door a little to quickly i pushed myself past him and sat on his bed. “Guess what!” i said with a smile, “what.” he replied back. “Did you notice how nick was closer to me today or was that just me? i gave him a compliment so i hope it got my chances up higher an-“ he cut me off “holy shit dude when are you gonna tell him you like him, isnt it obvious he likes you too?” after he said that he quickly shut his mouth after saying nicks biggest secret out loud. i gave him a confused but happy look.

“What? actually he does?” i said putting my hands in my lap. this felt like i had a middle school crush again everytime someone said something about him or his name i would blush. am i that down bad? “bro i didn’t mean to say that pretend i didnt. you know what why dont you go see what hes upto?” issac was rushing me out of his room maybe to not spill anymore secrets?

i went upstairs but decided not to bother nick or anyone it was already late. i took a shower and headed to bed. the next day nick ended up filming more for his vlog but i just need to get him alone.

i was walking past yumis room when i overheard my name. “Just tell y/n you like her please bro. im tired of you blushing everytime she’s around and always talking about her.” i put my hand over my mouth trying not to squeal like i just saw my favorite boy band for the first time. i ran to my room slamming it a bit hard. i started thinking, what if he wasn’t talking to nick.. and what if he was talking to someone else? it made me a bit upset because obviously i didn’t wanna ruin a friendship. but after what isaac told me last night i started to think differently.

later on in the day everyone was doing their own things, but me and nick were the only ones in the living room. we were sitting in silence, comfortable silence tho. all i wanted to do was tell him.

“hey i need to tell you something.” he said turning towards me scaring me a bit from how silent it was. i turned my head to him. “yeah whats up?” he had a nervous look on him like he was gonna throw up. “okay listen so i hope this doesn’t ruin our relationship but.. i like you like alot and i have for a while now and i get it if you dont like me back but id rather tell you now than it eat at me all day.” he said it so fast i almost didn’t understand him.

“Really?” i said barely above a whisper. “yes im so serious too.” i felt my face turn hot and i wanted to scream yes a thousand times but i didn’t want the house to hear.

“i like you too nick.”

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