isagi thigh fucking you ♡
it’s late after isagi’s practice match. you’d gone to watch because he’d asked, all shy and fumbling over his words: “it’d mean a lot if you came” so you did, sitting in the stands with your jacket pulled tight, trying not to look too obvious when he kept glancing up at your section like your presence alone made him nervous in the best way.
off the field, the monster ego vanishes. he’s just yoichi again. sweet, flushed, awkward, rubbing the back of his neck as he walks you home. “thanks for coming,” he mumbles for the third time, like he can’t believe you actually showed up.
you end up at his apartment. no big plan. just a “wanna hang out a little longer?” and your quiet “sure”
things started slow on the couch. kisses that tasted like gatorade and nerves, his hands careful on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. clothes come off piece by piece until you’re in nothing but panties and his hoodie. your thighs pressed tight because you’re already aching for him. he’s down to boxers, hard and leaking, but tonight there’s no field intensity, no rough commands.
just a needy yoichi.
he pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck, hands sliding up your thighs like they’re his favorite thing in the world (they are). his voice is small, breath hitching against your skin.
“can i… can i just—” he swallows hard. “between your thighs? please?”
your cheeks burn. you nod, awkwardly shifting to lie back on the bed, legs parting for him. isagi kneels between them, eyes wide and glassy as he slides your panties down just enough. he looks at you like he can’t believe this is real.
he presses forward slow—cock slipping between your thighs, the soft, thick flesh closing around him, slick from how wet you are even without him inside. the first slide has him whimpering immediately, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
“f-fuck—you feel so good—”
his hips rock in shallow, desperate thrusts, like he’s trying not to lose it too fast. hands grip your thighs tighter, pulling them closer around him, thumbs brushing the sensitive inner skin.
you’re not much louder than him—never are—but the pressure against your clit with every drag has soft whimpers spilling out before you can stop them. your hands fist the sheets, then slide into his hair because you know what it does to him.
“mmh… yoichi—”
he whines. an actual broken sound—at his name, pace stuttering. “please oh god. keep saying it—feels amazing—”
both of you are trembling. his thrusts stay gentle but frantic, precum making everything slicker, the head of his cock bumping your clit on every forward rock. your thighs squeezed instinctively and he sobs out a shaky moan, burying his face in your neck.
“gonna—ah—i’m—”
he comes first, hot and messy between your thighs, hips jerking as he groans your name over and over, clinging to you like you’re the only thing that’s keeping him together.
the feeling of it warm, filthy, intimate. tips you over too. you come with a quiet cry, thighs clenching around him, fingers tight in his hair.
after, he doesn’t move. just stays there between your thighs, breathing heavy and slow, arms looped loosely around your waist like he’s too blissed-out to let go.
a long, lazy silence stretches. then he lifts his head just enough to look at you—hair a total mess, cheeks still flushed, that shy little grin creeping back.
“we should definitely do this more often.”
it’s not a question. more like a hopeful statement, his eyes searching yours for agreement.
you huff a quiet laugh, fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. “yeah,” you whisper, trying to sound casual even though your heart’s still racing. “we should.”
his grin widened. full, boyish, relieved. he drops his head back down with a contented sigh, nuzzling against your stomach.
“good. ‘cause i’m already thinking about next time.”
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never let me cook again 💔🥹 next fic i’m doing is rin related 👅👅 btw guyis just saying i’m still new to tumblr so idk how most of the things work here😅😅 dw i’m gonna figure everything out soon enough🤞