Isshin request you say? 👀
Isshin who loves having you ride him. Who loves looking up at you with his hands grabbing your hips and being completely still in control despite letting you on top. It's him giving you the illusion of control, sweetheart. 😘
A/n: I love you !!! You are my hero.
You’re breathless before you even sink down.
Isshin’s eyes drink in the sight of you above him, skin flushed, lips parted, hands trembling slightly as you reach to brace yourself on his chest, your fingers flexing and unflexing. His palms are firm on your hips, grounding and steady, his thumbs stroking little circles into the softness of your skin. That this sweet body of yours was made to sit on him like this.
“Go on,” he murmurs, voice husky but patient, coaxing. “Take what you want from me, beautiful.”
And gods, you do.
You slowly sink down onto him, walls stretching around his thick cock inch by inch, and the moan that spills from your lips is soft and high, completely overwhelmed by how full you feel, a shiver rushing up your spine as your eyes fluttered shut. Your fingers twitch against his bare chest, nails dragging slightly as you bottom out with a whimper. He’s so deep—so big—and your body is already clenching around him like it doesn’t want to let go.
And it felt so fucking good
Isshin watches you the entire time, golden eyes heavy-lidded and burning with pride and hunger. His hands tighten on your hips, keeping you there, not letting you move just yet.
“You feel that?” he growls, voice thick with desire. “How perfect you fit me? That sweet little pussy of yours was made for this.”
You had to bite your tongue, this was far from the jovial man that you knew and loved.Your head falls forward, white-hot embarrassment making your skin grow warm all the way down your chest. You try to move—try to ride him—but his grip holds you firm. You look down at him, wide-eyed and breathless.
“I-I thought I was on top—”
He chuckles darkly, a deep chuckle as his thumb ran across your smooth skin.
“You are,” he says, slowly rolling his hips up into you, making you cry out as he hits something devastating inside you. “But don’t get it twisted, sweetheart. I’m still in charge.”
He thrusts up again, slow and deep, and your entire body jolts. You gasp, moan, whimper as he sets a pace from beneath you, guiding your hips with firm hands while he fucks up into you like he owns your body.
And he does, in this moment.
“You wanted to ride me?” he growls, fingers digging deliciously into your hips, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “Then ride me the way I like it. Slow. Deep. Let me feel all of you.”
You’re trembling now, the pleasure building fast and hot, your thighs shaking from how he keeps you trapped on top of him, speared deep and helpless. You try to grind down faster, but he doesn’t let you—his hands tighten, dragging you back into a punishing rhythm of his own.
You sob his name when he thumbs your clit, slick fingers circling in time with each slow, devastating thrust. Your orgasm crashes into you hard, your body clenching and pulsing around him as you fall apart, crying out with his name on your lips.
He groans, hips snapping up harder as he chases his own release. One hand leaves your hip to cradle the back of your head, pulling you down into a kiss as he fills you, cock twitching deep inside as he spills everything into your trembling body.
The kiss is slow, messy, breathless.
When you finally collapse against his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck, Isshin’s voice is low and teasing in your ear.
“Still think you were in control?”
"N-no....I..."
"Shh...it's all right beautiful. I'll let you take control next time."
