pairing: isaac night x f!reader
warning/notes: smut +18 MDNI!!!!, oral (f&m receiving) (isaac eating you out from the back)
Face pressed into your pillow, the temperature too hot, almost suffocating. Vision swimming whenever you could do so much as force your heavy, fluttering eyelids open, to lift your head so you may try and articulate the thoughts for more or for him to stop, you weren't sure entirely. Not when it felt like you were fed a piece of heaven, greedy walls clamping down on nothing, leaking slick onto your eager lover's tongue tracing your folds and sometimes lips closing around your clit to suckle on it. Rough palms kneading the soft flesh of your thighs, occasionally giving a soft smack to your backside when you found it the hardest to stay still and let him have his fill of you his way.
Once or twice, you felt the tip of his nose trace your folds, nudging your heat, tongue tracing a sweet path up to your entrance, the usual warm, brown eyes now almost fully black, focused on the way your hole fluttered, hips swaying, trying to force that skilled tongue inside, to have him finally drink from you directly. He tsked, the wet muscle retreating, a harsher slap landing against your supple skin. - Now, now, sweet girl. You promised to be good for me, didn't you?
The needy whine that slipped from your lips didn't even make you feel embarrassed anymore, not when your clit ached painfully, needing to be teased and tormented again. You could feel your heartbeat in your core, the thrum so quick, represented in the way you drew in breath after shaky breath. You somehow found the strength to push yourself up on elbows, glancing back at Isaac. The sight that greated you had you choking on a gasp, lips parting at the absolutely pretty sight of him watching intently, lust-filled where you pulsed and clenched for more. His lips, nose and chin glistening from your slick in the faint lightning of his room. It was worth when he lifted his eyes, gaze holding your own. A cruel smile tugged at the corned of his lips, one hand spreading you even more open, thumb circling around your tight little hole. Dipping in only just a bit, before withdrawing.
Then, without a word, he pushed himself up to lay down next to you. You protested, fingers catching the material of his shirt, incoherent pleas living your lips, high-pitched, breathless exclamations that only brought the smirk back on his face. - Come on, pretty girl, we both know you need to have that sweet mouth of yours occupied, let me feel it.
As if to punctuate his words, his thumb traced over your lips, you opened on instinct, drawing the digit in, suckling around it, swirling your tongue, eyes falling shut at savoring your own taste on his skin. - Fuck, that's it, be good for me now and I'll fill that little hole nice and warm.
It was with shaky fingers that you reached for his belt, eyes devouring the strain of his trousers, saliva collecting on your tongue when you finally freed him from his confines.
Lips loosely closing around the tip, tongue caressing his slit, humming contently as you tasted him in return, the way his fingers scraped against your scalp made you even more dazed. His soft murmurs of encouragement only fueled your movements, enjoying the heavy glide against your tongue, thighs rubbing together in an attempt to sate your own desire.
He would indeed need to fill that little hole up for good.
