isaac lets you into his room during a thunderstorm
Content warnings: smut, fingering
Requested?: yes
âł "something with isaac where reader lives in the group house and both isaac and reader are the most distant out of everyone but one night everyone else is out of the house for the night (either like away visiting family or filming an vlog that they have to be away for or something) and thereâs a storm and reader gets scared so she goes to isaacs room and he lets her sleep in his bed with him and they both realize they kind of avoid eachother because they really like eachother and maybe some smut if possible"
Y/n and Isaac werenât strangers to each other.
They lived under the same roof, shared the same kitchen, same group of friends. But, there was always a bit of space between them.
He wasnât rude, just reserved in a way that made her feel like she was intruding even when she wasnât. So she gave him space. Respected what she assumed was his need for solitude, thinking his silence was just another part of his personality. A little aloof, maybe, but harmless.
What she never realized was that Isaac was doing the exact same thing; keeping his distance because he thought she wanted it, both unaware that the space between them was built on mutual misread signals.
And while that silence stretched on, a storm rolled in hard and fast.
By the time the rain started pounding against the windows and the thunder shook the walls, the rest of the guys were long gone for some last-minute overnight vlog trip hours away that she opted out of without much thought.
She hadnât expected to regret that decision.
But now the house was too quiet, too dark except for the occasional flash of lightning. Every creak felt louder than it should, and the wind whistling under the front door made her skin crawl.
And she hated it.
She tried distracting herself with music, a movie, even scrolling through videos with a blanket pulled up to her chin. But nothing helped. The thunder was too loud, too sudden, and all too unpredictable.
Eventually, she gave up trying to pretend she was fine, which brought her here, standing outside Isaacâs door, clutching a blanket around her shoulders.
She hesitated, her knuckles raised halfway to knock. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe heâd think she was being ridiculous. Perhaps heâd be annoyedâ
The thunder cracked again, sudden and sharp, and she flinched hard enough to knock by accident.
There was a period of silence, then the door creaked open.
Isaac stood there, a little disheveled â shirtless, in grey sweatpants, one earbud still dangling from his phone. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable behind the shadows of his room. He had clearly been dozing.
He looked at her. Then at the blanket. Then at the hallway behind her.
ââŠYou good?â he asked, voice low and hoarse from sleep.
âumâ She cleared her throat, embarrassed. âIâm sorry, I know itâs lateââ Another rumble, lower this time, but longer. She winced. âI canât sleep. And I didnât want to be alone.â
He didnât say anything at first. Just watched her for a second longer.
Then he stepped aside.
âYeah. Come in.â
Her heart thudded as she crossed the threshold.
His room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moonlight. The floor was cluttered with hoodies and laundry that definitely hadnât made it to the basket, and the bed was unmade, blankets kicked to one side like heâd just crawled out of them.
He shut the door behind her, quietly.
It felt strange, suddenly being in his space like this; they barely spoke on most days. Lived together, sure, but not much else. The occasional âheyâ in the kitchen, the odd shared glance when someone said something stupid. That was it.
And now here she was, wrapped in a blanket like some kid scared of the dark, standing in his room.
What the hell was she doing?
She felt stupid. She wasnât even sure what part made her feel worse; how nervous she was, or how obvious it probably looked.
Isaac's voice cut through her thoughts. âYou want the bed?â he asked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
She blinked. âWhat?â
âYou can have it. Iâll take the floor. Or chair, whatever.â
Her brows knit. âOhâ Isaac, no. Thatâs not what I meantâŠâ She swallowed, fidgeting with her fingers. âI just didnât want to be alone. Iâm not asking to kick you out of your own bed.â
There was a flicker of something in his expression â confusion first, then softened as he understood.
âOh,â he said, quiet.
He watched her for a second longer, like he was recalibrating everything. Then he gave a short nod.
âOkay.â He walked back over to the bed, sat on the edge and set his phone on the nightstand, which immediately clattered against a can, knocking it over and sending one or two bottles tumbling to the floor with a dull thunk.
He didnât react to the noise. Just grabbed a pillow, dragged it to the far side of the bed, and pulled the blankets back. Then he patted the spot beside him once, and laid back with a sigh â eyes already closed, one arm thrown lazily over his stomach.
She hesitated a second before climbing in beside him, keeping to her side.
For a while, they didnât speak and no matter how long she laid there, sleep never came.
Every crack of thunder made her jolt, her fingers twisted in the fabric of the blanket, restless and fidgeting as her breath tried to stay steady.
Isaac didnât say anything â not at first. Just laid there pretending not to notice.
But he did.
He noticed every time she flinched, every time she tensed beside him like the storm was personally attacking her. And eventually, with a quiet sigh â more tired than annoyed â he shifted.
He rolled over, one arm reaching over her to retrieve his phone again, and his body pressed up against her. His voice was rough, barely more than a mumble when he spoke. âyouâre moving too much.â
Her breath caught.
âOhâ sorry,â she whispered, immediately freezing under him. âI didnât meanââ
He hummed, handing her his earbuds. âhere.â
She stared at the earbuds in his palm. ââŠwhat?â
"Music." Isaacâs eyes flicked to her, then away just as fast. âitâll block it out. Just take âem.â
Her fingers brushed his as she reached and the contact made her stomach twist. She slipped the buds in, the hum of a playlist filling her ears, and only then realized how much her hands were shaking.
âBetter?â he asked, low over the music.
She nodded quickly. âYeah⊠yeah. Thank you.â
He grunted, already settling back down, arm resting heavy across her stomach like it had been an accident. But he didnât move it.
His thumb brushed absentminded circles against her hip, so faint she wasnât sure he knew he was doing it.
He was warm. Too warm. Shirtless and solid beside her, and suddenly she didnât know what to do with her hands or her heartbeat or literally any part of her body.
She tilted her head slightly, like she might say something â thank him again, maybe, or ask if he was okay like this. But before she could, his breathing evened out like heâd already drifted back to sleep.
The storm hadnât gone anywhere, but it wasnât what kept her awake anymore.
Now it was Isaac.
She couldnât stop thinking about it, about him and how close he was.
How his hand could so easily move just a little lower, or how his body was pressed so tightly against her now, like every inch of her was suddenly hyper aware.
Her heart was beating way too fast for someone trying to sleep.
And when she shifted slightly, just trying to get comfortable, she felt it; the smallest hitch in his breath and the subtle twitch of his fingers against her.
He was awake.
Or at least, not as asleep as heâd seemed.
She stayed still, like maybe if she didnât move again, her brain would stop spinning.
It didnât.
She swallowed. â...Isaac?â and removed an earbud from her ear
He didnât answer at first. Just a raspy hum, like he was debating whether to keep pretending to be asleep.
âYou donât have toâŠâ She hesitated; her voice came out small. ââŠhold me like this.â
He shifted, his hand tightening at her hip. âYeah. I knowâ His voice was soft, husky with sleep.
Her pulse jumped. ââŠThen why are you?â
He exhaled slowly, his breath warm at her neck, ââCause I want to.
Her brain scrambled for something to say.
And then he kept going, his voice a murmur against her hair.
âI like having you close. I wanna touch you like this.â
She prayed he couldnât hear how fast her heart was racing. âIsaacâŠâ
âHm?â His thumb slid higher, grazing the edge of her ribs. âToo much?â
âNo...â her voice cracked, embarrassingly so. âYou canât just say stuff like that.â
He chuckled under his breath, âWhy not? Itâs true.â
She rolled onto her side, his hand not moving from her waist, and suddenly they were face-to-face. Another flash of lightning lit the room for a split second, and his eyes found hers right away like heâd been waiting for her to look.
âI didnât think you even⊠liked me all that much.â She admitted, nipping at her bottom lip/
That finally made him pause. His thumb stilled against her side, and for a second she swore he was going to pull back.
Instead, he huffed out a quiet laugh, âYeah, well. I guess iâm not exactly good at showing it.â
Her heart skipped, tripped, did everything but slow down. And suddenly the space that had always existed between them â the awkward silences, the distance, the careful sidesteps in the living room â made sense.
She blinked at him, caught between relief and disbelief. âYou couldâve fooled me.â
âI know,â he admitted, eyes flicking down like he didnât want to meet hers. His thumb started moving again, slow against her waist, more careful this time.
âYouâre doing a better job now,â she murmured, and instantly wanted to bite the words back.
But he smiled, âGood. âCause I donât really wanna stop.â
Her hand twitched where it rested near her chest, then lifted, hesitant at first, before finally brushing against his jaw.
âThen donât,â she whispered.
For a second, neither of them moved. His eyes searched hers like he was checking, making sure. Then he dipped forward, closing the space in one steady motion.
He caught her mouth with his, warm and desperate, like heâd been holding it back for months. His grip tightened, pulling her flush against him as if he couldnât stand the idea of space anymore.
She gasped softly into his mouth, and he took it, deepened it, his tongue brushing against hers before retreating just enough to make her chase him. Heat spiraled through her stomach, all nerves and want tangled up together.
When he finally pulled back for air, his hand slid just slightly higher on her side â close enough to make her whole body light up. âYou have no idea how bad I want to touch you right now.â
Her pulse thudded hard enough that she thought he might feel it through her chest. "Please."
That was all it took. Something in his restraint snapped. He shifted, rolling just enough to press her onto her back beneath him. The mattress dipped, sheets tangling between them.
His mouth found hers again, harder this time. She felt his hand slide up her ribs before curling behind her neck, his fingers tangling at the base of her hair. The gentle tug made her chest arch, lips parting for him without a thought.
And god, she missed it already, the way his palm had lingered on her waist. Some desperate part of her wanted him to go back, wanted him to press further.
Then his kisses trailed lower â her jaw, the curve beneath her ear, down the curve of her throat. Each press was needier, and she couldnât stop the sound that slipped out when his teeth grazed her skin.
âIsaacââ she breathed, one hand resting on his chest, the other curling around his shoulder
That made him smirk against her neck. âI love how you say my name,â he murmured, his voice smug. His hand in her hair tightened, pulling just enough to make her look at him. âCareful. I might start wanting to hear it a little more.â
Heat shot through her stomach, and she swore her heart forgot how to beat altogether.
Isaac shifted, one knee resting between her thighs, heat pressing through the fabric of her clothes, and she whimpered softly, arching up instinctively. His eyes darkened, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her reaction.
His fingers slowly slipped out of her hair, trailing down her side before they slid just inside the waistband of her pants, ghosting along her skin and over the thin fabric of her panties. The soft brush of his fingertips sent shivers through her body.
She bit her lip, chest rising and falling too quickly, as his hand inched closer, pressing just over the fabric.
His thumb pressed just so, testing, drawing small, stifled sounds from her lips. Her chest rose and fell faster, fingers tightening around his shoulder as he leaned closer, mouth brushing her ear.
Her breath caught, a quiet, broken sound slipping past her lips before she could stop it. He pressed harder, circling just right, and her hips shifted up against his hand without her permission.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, the word hot against her ear. His lips brushed her temple, then lower, grazing her jaw. âYou sound so good like this.â
She whimpered, half a protest and half a plea, arching when his fingers shifted just right. The sound made him groan low in his throat, his mouth finding the hollow of her throat again, teeth scraping lightly over her skin.
âGod, you feelâŠâ he broke off with a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to her jaw for a second. His fingers slipped under the waistband properly now, brushing against her slick heat, and she jolted. âShit. Youâre alreadyââ he cut himself off again, swearing softly. âBeen wanting this too fucking long.â
Her hand flew up, grabbing his wrist out of instinct, though she didnât push him away. Instead, her grip trembled as she tried to pull him closer. âDonât stop.â
That undid him. His mouth crashed back against hers as two of his fingers slid against her, slow at first, until they finally slipped inside the thin fabric and pressed where she needed him most.
Her whole body arched, a gasp swallowed into his kiss and her nails dug into his shoulder, leaving faint red crescents as she clung to him like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Isaac groaned into her mouth, his pace quickening just enough to make her breath stutter.
Her body was trembling, every nerve lit up, her nails sinking into his skin hard enough to leave scratches. He hissed at the sting, but didnât stop; if anything, his movements grew rougher, more determined.
âLook at you,â he muttered, pulling back just enough to watch her face twist in pleasure. âSo fucking pretty like this⊠canât believe youâve been in the next room this whole time, and I didnât have you like this for me sooner.â
She gasped, eyes squeezing shut as a moan slipped out, louder this time, and Isaac grinned against her jaw, pressing his mouth to her skin to muffle the sound of his own groan.
âDonât hide it,â he urged, thumb pressing firmer as his fingers fucked into her harder, faster. âLet me hear you, sweetheart. I wanna know how good I make you feel.â
Her hips moved without her meaning to, chasing every thrust of his hand. The wet sounds between them only drove him more insane, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he pumped into her with an almost desperate rhythm.
âYouâre so wet for me,â he breathed, his voice breaking on a low groan. âGod, I can feel you squeezing my fingers already. You gonna come for me, huh?â
Her back arched, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. She couldnât answer, not with how close she was, how tight the coil in her stomach was pulling, but Isaac didnât need her words. He could feel it, could see it in the way her thighs shook and her body clenched around him.
âThatâs it,â he growled, his thumb circling faster, unrelenting. âDonât fight it. Let go for me.â
Her whole body tensed, the pleasure snapping all at once, rushing through her in hot, pulsing waves. She cried out his name, nails raking down his back as her climax tore through her.
Isaac groaned at the sound, kissing her hard, swallowing every broken moan as he worked her through it, his fingers never slowing until she was trembling beneath him, twitching with every aftershock.
Only then did he ease his hand back, slipping his fingers free. He pressed them against her thigh for a second, catching his breath as he looked down at her flushed, dazed expression.
âFuck,â he muttered, brushing his lips against her temple. âYouâre perfect.â
He hovered above her, bracing himself with one arm by her head, the other settling against her waist as if grounding her. He dipped down, pressing his lips softly to her temple, then her cheek.
Her breath was shaky, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his.
âYou good?â he murmured, low.
She nodded, still catching her breath. âYeah⊠yeah.â
âGood.â He kissed her once more, lingering this time, before easing his weight slightly so she wasnât crushed beneath him. His hand traced slow patterns at her side, coaxing her down from the high.
She finally glanced back at him, biting her lip. âItâs kinda unfair, though.â
He raised a brow. âUnfair?â
âYou didnât⊠yâknow.â Her voice dropped, embarrassed, as her hand made a vague little gesture.
His smirk returned immediately, âI didnât need to. It wasnât about me.â
Her stomach fluttered again, and she rolled her eyes. âStill feels like I owe you one.â
He leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers, voice lower. âThen Iâll just have to collect. Next time.â
She laughed under her breath, shaking her head, but the way her fingers curled into his chest gave her away. He only smiled, tucking her tighter against him as the room grew quiet, her cheek resting over his heartbeat.
thigh humping vi because she just wanted to have a nice, chill cuddle session with you but instead she got you all worked up in her lap sprawled out on the worn-out couch and you couldn't even help yourself :((
vi just wanted some comfort. laying down with you after such a stressful day, tangling her fingers in your hair and drifting off with your head warming her chest. no more, no less.
but it seems like your brain had different plans of how to spend the night with your lovely girlfriend. because her chest's so firm and comfy, and you can feel her heart thumping gently against her ribs. big, protective arms wrapping around you, her hand stroking your skin like you're the most precious thing to ever existâto her, you're everything and more.
she notices that your breath catches, and your nose nudges into her neck when her fingers rest lightly on your hip, moving in slow, lazy circles. notices how your legs shift (you're so bad at subtlety, but sheâll let you get away with it), trapping her thigh beneath you, pussy clad in just some flimsy lace panties. and thenâohâoh. the first slow roll of your hips against her bare thigh. her breath stutters. eyes crack open, half-lidded, just in time to catch your guilty little face.
her brainâs like, shit am i dating a horndog? simple answer to a simple question: yes. yes, she totally is.
and she's gotta indulge you, doesn't she? thereâs no saying no to that sweet, needy little whimper. not when she's disgustingly in love with you. so, of course, she lets you. guides your hips with firm, calloused hands, back and forth, thinking about how good it'd feel to actually fuck you if you weren't so desperate and impatient to get off. listening to your ahâhah, vi, fuck, all breathy and broken now. your knees start burning with the friction against the couch as you get more and more riled up picking up the pace.
tits pressed to her chest, your hard nipples rubbing against hers. moans turning so fucking loud and high-pitched viâs glad no one's around to hear the shameless sounds her sweet girl does.
her loud groan surprises her when your mouth crashes into hers. messy. wet. sloppy. her fingers dig into your ass, arm cradling your thigh, pulling you harder against her, hips rocking up to meet yours. fuck, you got her turned on too. and now she can feel the soft tickle of your bush brushing the skin of her thigh. âhmm, hah,â she hums when your tongue slips into her mouth, she completely forgot what she was thinking. your tongue playing with hers is way better than whatever dumb thing she could've said.
it doesnât take long (she knew it when your hips started slacking off) to have your body's shuddering as you cum, soaking through your panties, and leaving a sticky, damp mess on her thigh. you bury your flushed face in her neck, trying to hide from the fact that you just came all over her, as if you weren't the one who started it all. she just laughs, low and teasing, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
âcouldâve just said you wanted to fuck,â she murmursâugh, the smug bastard she isâhands still gripping your hips while your legs shake against her. not that sheâs complaining. not even a little.
âi didn't wanna fuck,â you whisper, voice all offended, like sheâs got some nerve even suggesting that. you just wanted to have a moment. âs not your fault sheâs so hot and her strong thigh makes your pussy wet, right?
I feel like theyâd have a very interesting dynamic. Theyâd probably be somewhat aware of each otherâs existence based on rumors from other humans but if theyâd actually meet theyâd butt heads immediately.
A sort ofâ- rage baiter vs person who falls for said rage bait
I really wish I could make more. I have a lot of ideas involving these two. But maybe for another time I supposeâŠ
Now that I think of, it this isn't really a question-
but so basically, in my boredom, i stumbled upon "harlequins and jalapenos" and it actually looked like a well-made the freak circus fanfic and so i read 2 chapters (i stopped at two because i was too lazy to read)
and so, ive been telling my friends what ive read and i laugh internally as i watch their faces contort with fear and concern for my wellbeing.
so have any ideas how i can traumatize them more?? or just give me a little motivation to continue reading, thanks !!
(also sorry if im wasting your time with this)
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I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS
ARE MY FANFICS WEIRD? WILL THEY MAKE PEOPLE CRINGE?!?!
Well....probably >.> gosh....
I mean XD if you read my others, they're equally strange. There's literally a fic I have called 'Hole in One' about Harlequin possibly having two dicks LMAO. Either way, pretty much all of my fics are trauma-worthy, maybe because I dig them out of my real life (save for the two-dicks thing, maybe).
Read chapter 3 if you want! There will be many more chapters in the jalapeño fic~ I just have to get writing them. But chapter 3 can be VERY intense, especially at the end, and especially WHY---because of a certain 'movie' you may or may not be familiar with. I'd say go for it lmao, but that's up to you.
Other traumatizing fics I got? In my 'daisy dukes' compilation we got the famous (infamous) Dead Leaves story, The Root of All Evil, Harlequin as a santa elf parts 1 and 2, Murder (a Jester and MC story where they play a crossword puzzle and MC almost dies), etc. etc.
