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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      SKAM_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Even_Bech_Næsheim/Isak_Valtersen
  Character:
      Even_Bech_Næsheim, Isak_Valtersen
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Light_Dom/sub, Praise_Kink, Schmoop, True_Love, Bottom_Isak, Porn
      with_Feelings
  Series:
      Part 1 of adoring_him
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-24 Words: 2391
****** spoiled ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Sometimes, Isak can be a brat. Even knows just how to take care of
     him.
Notes
     There is a distinct lack of SKAM smut and I thought it needed to be
     remedied. Also there's a huge lack of fic about Even adoring Isak! I
     don't know about you guys but canon is angsty enough. This is set
     post-series so after all the nonsense when Isak and Even finally get
     together forreal.
See the end of the work for more notes
Sometimes Isak gets like this.
It’s usually because his Mom called or some stupid first year made a comment
about him sucking cock. Sometimes there’s no reason.
He’s been bratty and petulant all week, snapping at Jonas and Mahdi at lunch
and telling Sana to fuck off during Biology. Even had got his ear yelled off
about that. Sana telling him to control his boy before she smacked him had been
particularly memorable.
Even knows what to do when he gets like this but he bides his time. They’ve
only been dating for a few months and Isak is still skittish, like he can’t
believe Even is dating him. He reacts to disapproval like a slap. It makes Even
want to curl around him and promise, no matter what’s wrong, he won’t leave
him. But that would just make Isak more irritable so he waits.
It all comes to a head on Friday when they’re watching a movie in Even’s bed.
Isak’s crown is under Even’s chin, the soft down of his hair tickling Even’s
face. Even closes the laptop and slides it to the side in favour of pulling
Isak onto his lap.
 He gives him an annoyed look. “I was watching that.”
God, he’s such a brat. It makes Even want to fuck the fight out of him, and he
will.
“No you weren’t.”, he teases, hiking up Isak’s sweater so he gets a tantalizing
glimpse of his pale hips. Isak softens at that but his eyes are still hard.
“I’m not in the mood. I really wanted to watch that movie!”
Even rolls his eyes, “What were we watching Isak?”
Isak falters at that, embarrassed now.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Even grabs Isak by the hips rolling them over so Isak is pinned under him. He
hikes up Isak’s legs just to see him blush all the way to his ears.
God, he’s pretty.
He kisses Isak roughly before he can make another bratty comment. Even is in
control now, Isak can either let go or keep fighting. Isak kisses him back just
as roughly, trying to assert dominance in a way that just isn’t him.
Even breaks the kiss, breathing heavy in Isak’s mouth. He pecks him on the
forehead, then his cheek, and chin.
He buries his hand into that blond hair, tugging his neck to the side until he
can wetly kiss there, sucking a bruise into his skin.
“Baby, can you be good?”
Isak melts at that, his face losing that meanness. Even had knew as soon as
he’d seen him that first time in the cafeteria. All Isak needed was someone to
treat him right and he’d open up beautifully.
And he is. With his soft blonde curls and that perfect cupid’s bow he looks
like an angel.
Even pulls his sweatshirt up and off, revealing his chest. His nipples are pink
against his pale skin and Even wants to taste one. He sucks one into mouth
while he rolls the other one until it’s hard. Isak pushes into his mouth,
wanton.
“You like that?”
Isak nods breathily, and he’s still so shy It makes Even want to ruin him.
He gently puts Isak on his stomach as he pulls off his briefs and then his
jeans. Isak flinches at the cold but stays still.
Even grabs some lotion and slicks up his fingers before pressing two into Isak
without preamble. He’s so hot and wet inside It makes something primal inside
of him preen. He’s tight, like no one’s touched him since Even a week ago. And
no one has, because Isak is his.
Isak whines, trying to pull away but Even keeps him still, his thumb drawing
circles into the curve of his hip.
“Relax. I promise, I’ll take care of you.”
In any other context Isak would have rolled his eyes and told him to stop being
so corny but this time, Isak reaches back for him, desperate. Even pulls his
hand to his mouth and kisses his palm.
“I promise,” he repeats.
Even twists his fingers, making Isak squeal. He can’t look away from Isak’s
face.
Isak’s breath is coming out in breathy whines that he tries to hide as he
drools into the pillow. His eyes are heavy, his mouth gaping like he can’t
believe Even is real.
“Please, Even,” Isak tries, before stopping to let out a groan when Even hits
his prostate.
“What is it?” Even doesn’t slow down. “What do you need?”
Isak pants, “Just the tip, please.”
Even hesitates, he’d planned on fucking Isak after an hour of fingering,
getting him ready for his cock. But Isak’s tense today, like a live wire, and
they don’t have time for that.
“Please.” Isak begs again, and Even’s never denied him anything before this.
He’s not gonna start now.
“You sure?" He asks softly “You’re not ready yet.”
Isak shudders, nodding frantically. Even is a little perturbed and aroused when
he hears the beginning of a sob in his voice.
“Please Even, please give to me, I swear I’ll be good-“
The words go straight to his cock. He did this, he made Isak desperate and he
promised. He’s going to take care of him.
He thrusts forward, letting just the head slide into Isak before pulling out
and thrusting back in sharply.
Isak lets out a high, shocked noise before pushing back and god, if that isn’t
the hottest thing ever.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
“Is this what you needed? You just needed to be split open on my dick didn’t
you?” he doesn’t even know If Isak can hear him, he’s moaning so loudly, but
Even can’t stop the filth coming out of his mouth.
He parts Isak’s cheeks, looking down at where they’re joined.
“Fuck.” He feels lightheaded, drunk on Isak.
He pulls out completely, ignoring Isak’s whine of protest before pressing the
head back into that pink hole, again and again.
“You’re perfect Isak, you know that right? You’re so good for me.”
Isak wails at that, making perfect little noises that make heat pool in Even’s
belly.
“Come, Isak.”
Isak’s body jerks, like he was just waiting for Even to give him permission and
the thought pushes Even over the edge. He groans loudly, sliding his cock
against Isak’s hole and then inside, thoroughly marking him. When he pulls out
he can’t resist pressing a thumb inside him and pushing his come in deep.
Regretfully, he stops when Isak moans a little in protest.
He presses lazy kisses to Isak’s neck, pulling back to admire the slender slope
of it before sliding down to press a kiss to the centre of his back.
He feels his blood turn to ice when he hears a muffled sob come from Isak and
he quickly turns him over.
His face is flushed and wet and so, so beautiful. But there are tear tracks on
his face and Isak should never be crying. Not because of him.
“Thank you…thank you.” Isak mumbles pulling him down to kiss his jaw. He’s
smiling weakly, but all Even can see are the tears.
“Isak, did I hurt you?," he pulls away again, slightly panicked now, moving to
gently roll Isak over to check for damage but Isak shakes his head.
“No, you didn’t hurt me.”
Hearing that makes Even’s entire body weak. If Even hurt the most important
person in the world to him again, he didn’t think he can bear it. Once is too
much.
“So why were you crying? Tell me.”
Isak avoids his eyes shyly while hiding his face in his neck. He’s so sweet
like this, it makes Even want to hide him away here forever. In his bed, love
drunk, and warm.
“I’ve just never felt that loved before," he says quietly, embarrassed as
always. It’s too much for Even who cups his face gently and kisses him hard.
Isak whimpers into his mouth, his entire body going pliant as he lets Even
control their kiss.
And god, Even wants to spoil this boy. Give him everything so he feels loved
like this every day. When Even looks down at him his eyes are hazy and wet and
he leans towards Even like he’s the sun.
Even gets his hands under Isak’s thighs, rolling him over and on to all fours.
Isak goes easy but gives him a questioning look.
“I’ll be right back.”
Even rubs the back Isak’s thigh softly before climbing off the bed and slipping
into the hallway. The house is cold and quiet, so different from the warm
sticky heat and hum of Isak’s whimpers in his room.
He goes down to the kitchen and all he finds in the fridge is a half finished
fruit salad from lunch at some mouldy bread. Fruit it is.
He gets a washcloth from under the sink and soaks it before slinging it over
his shoulder and going back upstairs.
Isak is still where Even left him, on all fours, his face pressed to a pillow.
The sight makes Even’s cock hard.
Isak jumps when Even sits on the corner of the bed, grasping his ankle. Even
steadies him with a firm hand on his hip.
“Hey.” He teases running his hand up Isak’s thigh.
Isak gives him a shy look, avoiding his eyes.
“Hi.”
Isak turns away now, embarrassed at the thought of looking at Even while Even
looked at him.
His legs are trembling but Even soothes him, running his hands up and down his
thigh to calm him. When Isak stills, Even presses his thumb, lower, parting him
slowly.  He’s pink and slick, and god, he wants to kiss him right there and
taste him but he knows Isak can’t handle it right now.
He settles for kissing him right where his spine ends and hearing Isak squeak.
“Even!”
“Stay still," he holds him apart, and presses the damp washcloth there. If he
lingers a little too long, Isak doesn’t say anything. He just breathes deeply
and clutches the pillow, his hands going white.
Even throws the washcloth in the bin before he forgets that Isak is tired, that
he can’t handle another round.
Isak doesn’t close his legs, still waiting for Even to give him an order. He’s
so malleable and trusting, completely Even’s.
“It’s okay.” Even says, rubbing Isak’s thigh until he closes his legs and
relaxes.
He sits at the head of the bed and pulls Isak into his favourite spot, pressed
to Even’s side, with his head safe under Even’s chin.
Even remembers the fruit salad and pops open the container. He presses a piece
of cantaloupe to Isak’s pink mouth, more insistently when Isak gives him a
blank look.
“Eat.”
Isak rolls his eyes, more conscious now but the fight in him is gone.
“You’re so ridiculous.” Isak sighs in feigned annoyance, sucking the fruit off
Even’s fingers. His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment. He’s still not used
to being loved on and Even’s determined to change that.
“What? You got fucked and you cried. You need the food.”
Even gives him a playful look when Isak frowns at him, and presses a kiss to
his hair.
Isak eats the fruit off Even’s fingers quietly, until there’s nothing left
except their silence. Even is ready to fall asleep, his eyes growing heavy when
Isak’s voice breaks the stillness.
“I bumped into Sonja last Friday.”
Even sits up at that, looking down at Isak. His face is scrunched up cutely,
like he can’t find the words. "That's why I've been acting like such a dick
lately." he looks down at that, apologetic.
“I was at a party with the guys and she came up to us.” He plays with Even’s
fingers to calm himself down, “She said that you only wanted me because I was
young and…inexperienced.”
Even can hear tears in his voice and he can’t stand it. He kisses Isak’s cheek
and forehead gently, but stays quiet.
“She said that I was just a plaything for you before you graduate next year.”
Isak’s voice breaks at ‘plaything’ and Even thinks he could kill her.
Isak grows quiet, his chest trembling like he’s trying to hold his tears in
like a geyser before he asks, “Am I?”
This stupid boy.
Even kisses him furiously, trying to push all the love he feels for him into
his kiss.
He loves him. He loves him. He loves him.
Isak whimpers into his mouth, clutching Even desperately like he might
disappear, which is crazy to him. Even is the one who’s afraid Isak will leave.
Isak’s eyes are glassy and dilated, impossibly vulnerable and young. Sonja was
right about one thing, Even loves his inexperience. Knowing that he’s the first
one, and the only one, who’s ever seen Isak like this makes him feel unbearably
whole. Isak is his, he’s only ever been his and If Even has his way, he’ll
always be his.
“You’re not a plaything Isak," Even holds Isak’s chin firmly, not letting him
look away this time. “You’re everything for me.”
He peppers Isak’s face with kisses, less gently, still desperately trying to
prove himself to Isak. He wants this lesson to stick.
“I love you.” He kisses his neck.
“I love you.” He kisses under his ear.
“I love you.” He kisses his soft mouth.
“Ok, ok I get it. God!” Isak laughs wetly, happy and embarrassed now, as he
pushes Even away. He seems to immediately regret it, grabbing Even’s arm and
burying himself under it.
“Well I obviously have to say it more If you’re thinking stupid things like
that.” And it is stupid. How could anyone look at Isak and think ‘plaything’?
“I’ll say it more, I’ll say it everyday until you believe it.” He says
seriously. He won’t let Isak laugh this off. The thought of Isak thinking that
he’s nothing more than some underage boy toy for him makes him want to destroy
something.
Isak sighs softly before leaning up and kissing Even gently, his mouth wet and
open.
“I know you will. I just forget sometimes.”
Even rubs circles into Isak’s back until they’re both drowsy, just enjoying the
warmth of each other. 
He thinks he hears Isak say, “I love you too," before he falls asleep.
End Notes
     Please leave a review If you liked it, they feed my motivation.
     This will be a series of smutty/fluffy oneshots set post-series about
     Isak and Even's relationship. Feel free to also leave prompts If you
     have any ideas!
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