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✮ cw ; aged-up charas, pegging, top + gn!reader, (strap or cock left unspecified) dirty-talk, reverse cowgirl -> doggy, implied poly w bachira / verse!isagi 18+

✮ wc ; 894

Isagi didn't think far enough ahead.

He didn't consider the offer in it's entirety - just that you had wanted to do this with him and you never ask him for much. He's not conservative enough to be bothered by a fairly simply request.

And he is more used to other things. More used to topping, and more used to having a hand in the playing field. In relationships he's steady and guiding - he is by definition nurturing. It wasn't meant to be a big deal and Isagi hadn't made it one.

It didn't feel like that in foreplay. The scorching warmth of your mouth on the curve of his jaw didn't. Not your teeth in his jugular, not your hands cupping his spine as you stood against him and held him close. It wasn't a big deal even when you pushed him into the sheets lightly, let him thud softly on the mattress and crawled over him with saint-like patience and war-prisoner like hunger.

You've always wanted him. Isagi lets it get to his head. Sometimes, he forgets that the crux of your relationship is nothing short of unusual. The kind word is passionate.

It didn't strike him as odd even when you laid between his legs and let yourself fuck him open slowly on your fingers. Sure, it was different seeing you like that. So attentive and single-minded, marking the inside of his thigh as his insides softened. It felt good, but you always make him feel good.

Nothing new. Nothing unusual. Nothing to scoff at.

It's only after all of that, with his back to your chest and your legs under his thighs and the grip of your fingers in his hips - does it occur to him that you're really, really going to fuck him.

It leaves him speechless. Somehow it makes him feel small, which is strange because he's gotten stronger since he last check. But the sensations starts to draw in. Tight ring of muscle all loose, welcoming. The invasive tension of something warm and hard as Isagi faces away from you.

He can feel your nails digging into his hips. The thick rasp of your voice as you sit up a little to kiss the plane of his shoulders.

"Slow, baby." You assure, absently tender. Isagi feels stupid. He feels out of body. He feels like his insides are going to melt as he hisses. Being stretched feels funny "Don't hurt yourself."

"I'm okay," but it comes out like a hiss. His teeth digging into his cheek as he feels it ease it's way. He feels you you hold his waist - arm wrapped around lazily "It's fine."

"You're so beautiful, baby." And Isagi doesn't know how to feel about the way you're speaking. It's charismatic "Gonna fuck you so good."

It doesn't feel like anything at first. When you bottom out, all Isagi feels is full. He didn't know it would be so intrusive, so apparent that there was something inside of him. It's a strange sense of contentment that spreads through out his body.

Another kiss, this time to the nape of his neck, both arms around his waist.

"Can I move?"

He nods. Meek and uncertain. He expects you're going to have him sit up and thrust. But instead you stand to your knees and make him bend on all fours. Your hand presses on the small of his back, making him arch before you set a pace. It doesn't feel like something until it does. Your hips undulate slow and and steady - not hard and fast like he's expecting.

You push his cheek against the mattress with your palm before fisting around his cock. Then it starts, all at once. Even though the movement borders on lethargic - it's so pointed. Razor sharp precision on a spot that makes him feel weird.

You're really fucking him. You'rw deep, deep inside of him and so confident about making him cum that it radiates off you. It feels like somethings scraping out his inside.

It's too late for him to be embarrassed, so instead he drools - heady and so fucking horny he could die and wonders cluelessly how Bachira endures this so regularly. He can get his breaths to be whole - just short huffs, erratic panting and a deadly feeling lust coiled around his ribs. It feels amazing, and your presence in it only makes him feel so much better.

It feels so good it's nearly nauseating. It makes his stomach sore, achy and desperate. He's clenched up hard and you're hugging yourself so close to him. Your breaths in his ear, soft and sensual.

"Feeling good, Yoichi?"

"Uhngh, y—yes, yes."

"You wanna cum?"

He nods stupidly. He can't close his mouth or lift his head, useless to the sensation of being fucked so deep he can feel it in his throat. His tongue feels too big for his mouth.

"Then cum," You offer, stroking him with your hand a little harder "Cum on my fucking cock."

It pushes him right over the edge. And Isagi cums but he can't stop cumming. It goes on for so long he goes completely limp. If you weren't there to catch him, he might've collapse right onto the bed. White hot euphoria in persistent tremors.

You're still inside by the time he catches his breath, hand rubbing his stomach and kissing his skin.

"That was incredible." He mumbles, awestruck. You laugh.

"Wanna see if you can do it again?"