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Passionate Mafia Fingering (Lyisaac)

Isaac likes meetings. He likes watching people shit themselves when they meet Derek, he likes watching Derek tell people off, he likes watching people call Cora pretty before she beats their asses, and he really likes it when he gets to sit next to Lydia Martin. She's a bitch, Isaac knows, but she's so he figures he should have expected that. Sometimes she's funny, she makes comments under her breath, and Isaac smirks a little to himself when he watches the arguments going on in front of him. Lydia is just around to look pretty, she's advises Derek most of them, but she watches everything. Isaac jumps when someone raises their voice, natural instincts since in the past when someone yell he got hit, and he looks to see that Derek is handling it.

Lydia jumps too, she must not have been paying attention like Isaac, and she tenses up. Isaac is the only one sitting next to her, and he reaches out to touch her leg in comfort. They don't interact a lot, Lydia hangs out with Allison or she stays by herself, and Isaac sticks with Erica and Boyd. Neither of them like Lydia too much. Lydia shifts her eyes toward him, without turning her head, and she doesn't say anything. Isaac takes his hand to run his hand up her thigh, if she didn't like it she'd slap him away he knows, but she doesn't seem to mind. She's wearing one of her short skirts, not a tight one but one that's flowing, and he pushes his hand up more. Derek dismisses the meeting, Isaac's hand sort of jumps but he keeps it there when the rest of the people leave.

Lydia brings out her laptop, opening it and beginning on her homework, and Isaac should probably go but he keeps his hand where it is. He doesn't want to speak, he doesn't want to break the mood, and he slides his hand up more to where he's touching her panties. They're lacy and Isaac can tell that she's wearing a thong. Isaac grins as he curves his hand around to touch her bare ass before he presses his fingers into her folds. Her hands sputter on the keyboard, her eyes closing briefly, and she sighs out warmly when he rubs her clit in firm, slow circles. Lydia reaches out suddenly to grab his wrist, her nails digging into his skin for a second, and he stops since he's not sure what she wants him to do. This doesn't seem to be what she wants, and she presses his fingers down more before they slide into her.

Isaac gasps softly, she's so wet and he wants to taste her, and he curls his fingers inside of her. Lydia groans as she rocks her hips some before she stills them, content to let Isaac do the work, and she digs her nails into the table. She makes small scratch marks, Isaac doesn't want to explain those to Derek, and he reaches down with his other hand to rub her clit as he fingers her. "Fuck, you're gorgeous, Lydia." Isaac says, putting his face against her neck as he kisses the pale skin there.

Lydia moans out as she looks at him, her lips red from biting them, and Isaac bites down her fragile skin hard enough to leave a mark. Isaac moves closer to her, his cock straining in his pants but he'll ignore it for now, and he growls into her ear as she pants harder. He can feel how close she is, her cunt tensing up roughly, and he grins when she comes with her mouth slack. He surges forward, kissing that lax mouth, and she lets him. Lydia looks at him before she stands up, pulling down her skirt to cover her thighs, and she looks him up and down. She gives him his tented pants a look before she flips her hair over her shoulder, and leaves the room her heels clacking against the floor.

Isaac smirks at her retreating back, and he sucks his fingers into his mouth.