If I wear more
If I wear less
Who decides what that makes me?
What that means?
Is my value based only on your perception?
Or is your opinion of me
Not my responsibility?
-𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇
🕷 ───...
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IN WHICH,
He come back to you after a game but this time its different.
NOTES ; Mature content
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WHEN YOU ASKED ISAGI, how his game went as he stumbles into the apartment all sweaty and grinning, his groping hands and his lips messily clashing with yours is enough of an answer.
"Mmh- won,"
He mumbles between kisses, hands pawing at your waist and flitting through your hair as his tongue glides against yours in a panted frenzy.
"Got two goals... missed you, wish you were hah- there to see... "
You can tell Isagi's worked up by the way he's practically pushing you onto the couch, toppling over your frame to treat you the way he's been wanting to for hours now.
A gasp is pulled from your chest as he nips and sucks at the crook of your neck, his hips dragging in slow grinds against your shorts with his heavy bulge letting you know just how much he missed you.
"Mm- can't resist you right now, "
Isagi groans softly as his hands work to slip your shorts and panties off of your hips, his lips connecting with yours through shallow pants and soft moans.
"So pent up it hurts... "
"Then use me to get it out, "
You murmur back softly, and he swears that time just froze. his cock twitches in his shorts, taut and pressing hard against the fabric at your pretty plead.
"Lemme help you... "
The room spins in Isagi's head as he rushes to slip his waistband down, pulling your hips flush against his.
