warning: slightly nsfw

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He was trying to play it cool. He was failing but he was trying. He stood stock still in her restroom, his eyes fixated on her hand movements as she removed her clothes.

"Shit, B," he swallowed thickly as she slid her pants down her legs. "Goddamn." He whispered in awe as she stood before him wearing only a black thong. Her bra was already on the floor, her bare chest holding all of his attention.

"Take off your clothes, Butch." She had a sly grin on her face, her doe eyes beaming at him. She stepped toward him when he didn't move. "I'll help." She tugged on the hem of his shirt and he quickly discarded it. "Don't ever shave this," her fingers brushed through the small patch of chest hair he had. It was a light color, not as dark as his natural one, and soft to the touch. Her hands slid down to his waist, tracing patterns above his waist band as he tried to undo the knot that kept them in place. "Take them off B." She moved away from him, her eyes dark as she lustily gazed at him.

Isaac didn't waste any time. He eagerly slid his pants and briefs down his legs, kicking them to the side as she turned on the shower. "Hot or cold?"

"Hot. Definitely hot." He gaped. She spared him a look, a quiet laugh when she saw his eyes flicker from her face to her ass. She stepped in the shower and turned to face him. He took her smile as his invitation to join her. Despite the intense urge they both had to fuck each other, the look he gave her was soft and loving. His large body towered over her and she could feel his erection pressed against her lower stomach.

"I know I said no fun stuff," he nodded for her to continue, his hands holding her waist as the water ran down his back. "but just one touch?" His grip on her tightened as his cock twitched as he pictured her small hand stroking it.

He cupped her face in his hands. "Are you sure? I'm good with no fun stuff happening B."

He meant it, she knew that. She loved him more for it. "I'm sure." When she nodded, he nodded his consent. "Switch spots with me." He quirked an eyebrow but listened. She grabbed her washcloth, she reached for one of the soaps-

"Use the vanilla one." He grunted out. She smiled to herself, pouring a generous amount.

"You'll smell like me," she warned him. She rubbed into his skin with the sudsy cloth, his ab muscles flexing under her touch.

"Good," it was the one word he could mumble. The second she broke his heavy stare, his eyes drifted down her body. Her nipples hard and begging to be suckled. As her hand moved to clean his arm, his gaze went lower. She was smooth, not a hair in sight.

"Brooke and I go get waxed together." She must've felt his heavy glare. He didn't say anything in response, his imagination running wild. Her hand drifted lower, leaving a soapy trail down his bulky body. "Butch, when was the last time you showered?"

"This morning, why?"

"Because we're about to use my washcloth to clean your balls so if it gets really dirty, you're buying me a new one." She shrieked when his fingers pinched her ass.

"B," she gave him a teasing smile. "Touch me," his throat bobbed. "Please."

"Clean yourself for me." She placed the cloth in his hand. She used the chain hanging around his neck to bend him forwards, meeting his lips in a gentle kiss.

He pulled away from her, "Okay, B." He planted a kiss on her forehead as she started to explore his cock. He held in his sounds, wanting to hear any she'd make.

"So big," she danced her fingers along the side of it. She gripped him at the base, his cock too thick for her small fist. She moved her fist down his length, stopping at the tip. Her thumb brushed against the head. She felt a thin slit in the center, her thumb rubbing it softly.

"Fuck, B!" Isaac's head dipped forward. He gripped onto her ass, squeezing as he instinctively thrusted towards her.

"Too much?" She gasped out. He pulled her body flush against his, her hand stuck in between their bodies. Her free hand cupped his face, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on his cheek. His eyes were shut, jaw clenched, black hair hanging over his eyes. "Butch?" She pulled her hand out, cradling his face as her eyebrows scrunched together.

"Babygirl," his eyes blinked open, his gaze hooded with lust as he licked his lips. "You need to call me after all of your lessons with Brooke because we're going to put your skills to work." Their lips met in a heated kiss, her tongue licking his bottom lip. She broke away, she grabbed another washcloth, pouring the same vanilla soap onto it. She faced Isaac, grabbing the one he already held and replacing it with the new one. She dropped it onto the floor, kicking it towards the drain.

"My turn." She gave him an adoring smile, his eyes softening at the sight.

"Are you sure, B?" He cupped her jaw with his non dominant hand.

She nodded. "Be gentle," she spoke softly.

"Clean yourself." He ordered her the way she ordered him. His stare never left hers as she cleaned herself. "You're so fucking beautiful B."

"Touch me, Isaac." She begged softly. His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as his right hand explored her body. He cupped her right boob in his hand, pinching her nipple in between his fingers. She whimpered at his touch, her plump lips parting. Her breathing turned into small pants as his hand went lower. He cupped her, feeling her warmth on his palm.

His fingers parted her lips, his middle digit instantly finding her hole, dipping the tip in. Her hands slammed against his chest, a loud moan leaving her mouth as he pumped it slowly. He brought their foreheads together, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing small circles on it as he sunk his middle finger as far as it could go. Her nails scratched down his stomach as her mind clouded over. Her cheeks were turning red, eyes clenched shut. He felt her walls contracting around his finger, his thumb pressing harder against her clit.

"Cum for me, B. Fuck yourself on my finger." He tugged on her hair, tilting her head back until her neck was fully exposed to him. "Let go, B." He spoke softly, enjoying the sounds of her quiet gasps and noisy whimpers. He brought her mouth to his, swallowing her loud moans as she climaxed around his finger. "You did so good for me, B." Her eyes brightened at the praise. She placed her forehead on his chest, the cold water cooling her body as she caught her breath. "Do you need to wash your hair?" She shook her head. "Come on," he nudged her away from him, slinging back the curtain as she turned off the water. He grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body, helping her step out of the tub.

"It was my only clean one," she smiled apologetically as she handed him the towel he gave her.

"Dry yourself." His voice was husky. He stared hungrily as she used the blue fabric to dry the water droplets on her creamy skin. It took a minute before she was passing it to him, biting her lip as she watched his dick swing around as he left the tub. Once he was dry, she hung the towel up before leading him to out of the bathroom and to her closet. He grabbed sweats from his bag while she slipped on shorts and one of the flannels she had stolen from him.

"Come here, B." He sat on her bed, tugging on a hoodie and pulling her onto his lap. She wrapped her around his neck, laying her head in the juncture of his neck and right shoulder.

"Thank you for helping us today, Butch." Her lips brushed against his skin as she spoke.

"I'd do anything for you B, you know this." He laid his cheek atop her head, closing his eyes and holding her tighter.

Neither of them said anything but the brunette girl had something on her mind and she needed to tell him. "I love you, Isaac." His body melted at her words, his shoulders relaxing as he breathed in sharply. He coaxed her head out of his neck and his heart skipped a beat at the smile she gave him. "I always have. When we were kids I had the biggest crush on you." She stopped to laugh quietly to herself. "Do you remember when last year I ignored you after you told me that you had gone out with Ashley Farber?" He nodded. "You thought I was mad because you took so long to tell me but I wasn't mad." She sighed sadly. "I cried myself to sleep every night that we didn't talk. I was so sure you two were gonna fall in love. I tried to get over you but I couldn't Isaac." A lone tear fell down her cheek.

"I know we're young but I know for me, it'll always be you." She cradled his face, tears pooling in his own eyes at her words.

"We were playing basketball," he began his own declaration. "The guys were having a midnight pickup game and you were there. You sat on the picnic table with Haley. You were wearing one of my hoodies. The ball rolled to you and Junk ran to get it. He said something to you and it made you laugh. I wanted to fuck him up." She snickered at his statement. "I'm being serious. Jay had to hold me back. I've always known that I've love you," another tear rolled down her cheek. "The guys always pushed me to tell you but I chickened out every time. I know I'm a tough guy but your rejection would've killed me."

"Brooke's been nagging me since freshman year to tell you." Darla brushed his tear away. She smoothed the water into his skin as she went on. "Who knew you were such a softy," she beamed.

"Don't tell people. They'll stop being scared of me." He smirked.

"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes. "You're a big dude. Guys hate getting into fights with you."

"That's how it should be." He shrugged. "Can we take a nap now?"

"Yeah, I'm starting to get cold."

"Well, we can't have that." He smiled softly. He scooted them over on the bed, lying with her full body covering his. He brushed her hair away from her face tenderly, watching her eyes close. "I love you, Darla."

"I love you more, B." She mumbled. "Do you have to leave?"

"No, B. I'm good to stay." He reached for the small throw blanket to toss it over her lower half. She snuggled into him, his hand playing with her hair as her body melted into his, drowsiness overtaking her.

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Haley paced the sidewalk in front of the theater anxiously, Darla and Isaac standing to the side watching her. The couple has d already tried to excuse the tardiness of the friends they were waiting for but the honey brunette wasn't having it. Darla stepped away from Isaac, him staying to the side as he watched his girl whisper to his sister.

"Hales, we can go inside and wait for them. We'll leave the tickets for them and they can meet us in there when they get here." The slightly shorter brunette rubbed her friends back soothingly. "Haley, Jay's been waiting since middle school for you to agree to go on a date with him. He wouldn't ditch you on purpose. I promise."

"Well if he doesn't show up, he's not getting another chance." Haley snapped. She sighed defeatedly and moved towards the doors.

"If he fucks this up, that's it." Darla sighed to Isaac. "Where are they?"

"They'll show up eventually, come on." He followed after Haley, Darla being dragged by his hand as she took a final glance around the street. Neither Lucas or Jay anywhere in sight, not knowing that around the corner they were getting kidnapped by guys from the team.

The two boys were walking down the alley, only needing to turn the corner to find their friends but the sound of tires screeching behind them had them stopping. "Hey Luke!" Tim hopping out and walking towards them. His distraction worked as they were jumped from behind, bags placed over their heads. They were thrown into the van, struggling to get loose.

It wasn't until they were being tossed into muddy water that they finally saw their kidnappers. Jay guffawed as he finally saw who took them. "She's gonna fucking kill you." He smirked devilishly at Nathan. Nathan paled at Jay's comment. Jay looked beside him and saw that Lucas was struggling to stand up. His eyes went back to Nathan. The male Scott was already in deep shit with his sister over the hazing, but dumping him and Lucas in the middle of nowhere was about to buy him a beating. Once Darla knew, Isaac would know, and anything that upset her, upset him. "I'm not even on the fucking team." He glared.

"Collateral damage." Nathan shrugged. Jay shook his head in disbelief.

"Daddy Dan would be so proud of you. Shit, hating Lucas and making Darla cry, you're practically him already." Jay was done with Nathan's power trip. Nathan was the only Scott sibling Jay wasn't close with, the youngest being the closest thing he'd ever have to an actual sister.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't even know what you're fucking talking about." Nathan got in his face. Even though he was drenched in muddy water and his hands were still zip tied behind his back, Jay still towered over Nathan, and he smirked as the Scott boy had to look up at him to threaten him.

"It's fucking true. You're his little bitch boy. Daddy says jump, Nathan says how high." Jay mocked him, Lucas smirking to himself. "You can act tough and smack everyone around but deep down you're still just a little bitch with daddy issues whose gonna spend his whole life seeking validation from the one person who'll never think you're good enough." Nathan didn't say anything. His jaw clenched, fists locked and ready to swing, and his ego bruised but he couldn't move. The look in Jay's eyes had him frozen.

"Fucking bullshit," Nathan spat.

Jay smirked as he noticed doubt flash across the other boy's face. "You fucked up Nathan. You've got your head so far up your Dad's ass you can't see that the shit you pull is hurting the one person you keep trying to protect." Jay inched closer to Nathan, "I promised Darla one time I wouldn't hit you but Isaac didn't agree to shit. Keep talking your shit Nathan and see where it gets you."

"She'd never let him," Nathan glared.

"He'd do it anyway."