hi lovely! i love your fics so much so i was wondering if youd be comfortable writing for oral (m receiving) with isaac night? can be the most harsh and disgusting filthy thing youve ever written ngl…LOVE UUU
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Isaac Night x Reader
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Isaac has his way with your throat :)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI/18+ explicit sexual content, oral m receiving , degradation + praise , cum play, spit play
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The stone floor was cold against your knees, but that wasn’t what made you shiver.
Isaac towered over you, broad frame blotting out the dim light, his shadow swallowing you whole. His shirt was already undone, the ridges of scars crossing his chest catching on the glow like fault lines in ruined earth. He smelled like smoke and metal and something darker, something feral.
And his cock , heavy, flushed, already hard ,hung inches from your lips.
Your throat tightened just looking at it. Too thick, too long. It looked carved for wreckage, not worship.
Isaac caught the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, and his grin split wide, sharp as any knife. His scarred hand slid into your hair, rough fingers fisting at the roots until you tilted your face up to him.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice like gravel dragged through ash. “On your knees, trembling, staring like you’ve never seen a cock before.” He gave a low laugh, thrusting his hips just enough that the blunt head smeared against your mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of it.”
Your lips parted, a shaky breath spilling out. “It’s… big.”
His grin sharpened. “Big? Sweetheart, it’s fucking monstrous. And you’re gonna take every inch.”
He tapped the head against your lips again, smearing pre-come across them like paint. His other hand cupped your jaw, thumb pressing against your cheek to force your mouth open.
“Open up,” he ordered, low and cruel. “Let me see what that pretty little mouth is good for.”
You obeyed, lips parting wider, tongue trembling out to touch him. His groan rumbled through the air, dark and pleased.
“Good girl,” he muttered, dragging himself across your tongue, slow enough to make you whimper. “So eager. Already drooling, and I haven’t even started.”
He tugged your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes. They glowed with hunger, almost inhuman.
“You begged for this,” he reminded you, his voice a growl. “So don’t you dare choke out now. You’re gonna take it, messy and loud, and you’re gonna thank me for ruining that throat.”
The blunt weight of him pressed harder against your lips, the promise of devastation in every inch.
And then he pushed forward.
The first thrust stole your breath, heavy and unyielding. Isaac’s cock pushed past your lips, spreading your mouth indecently wide, sliding across your tongue until the thick weight pressed at the back of your throat. You gagged instantly, tears springing hot to your eyes.
He groaned like the sound was a hymn. “Fuck, listen to you. Already choking, already drooling. Perfect little cocksleeve.”
His hand tightened in your hair, dragging your head back before slamming you forward again. The force made your throat spasm, spit flying down your chin. He laughed, low and cruel.
“That’s it. Take it. You begged for this mess, didn’t you?”
Your hands clawed at his thighs, nails digging in, not to stop him , you couldn’t even think of stopping , but to hold onto something solid as he used your mouth. His hips snapped in brutal rhythm, the blunt head punching into your throat again and again, each thrust wetter and filthier than the last.
Tears streaked down your face, your nose running, spit pouring down to soak your shirt. And still he groaned, still he praised, still he mocked.
“Beautiful,” he rasped. “You know that? Eyes all red, lashes wet, looking up at me like you’d die without this cock. Don’t you dare close them.”
You blinked through tears, staring up at him. He looked wrecked already, jaw tight, scarred throat working as he groaned. His eyes burned, wild, locked on yours.
“God,” he muttered, voice breaking into a growl. “Those eyes. Ruined and desperate. Look at you, gagging, crying, and still staring like you can’t get enough.”
He yanked you forward until your nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base, choking you fully. Your vision blurred, body shaking, but your eyes stayed on him, wide and pleading. His groan cracked into something feral.
“That’s it,” he snarled. “Obsessed little thing. You love it, don’t you? Love the way I fuck your throat raw. Can’t even breathe but you won’t look away.”
Your nails dug deeper into his thighs, desperate, your throat clenching around him. He hissed, the sound sharp.
“Pathetic. Perfect. This mouth, these eyes, all mine.”
He pulled back just enough for you to gasp, spit and snot dripping, your voice a broken whimper. He laughed again, thumb brushing your tear-soaked cheek.
“Messy little angel,” he said, almost reverent in his filth. “Look at you, worshiping me with those eyes. You’re addicted, aren’t you?”
And then he shoved back in, deeper, faster, relentless. Your gagging grew louder, your body jerking with each thrust, but you kept looking up, kept letting him see the wreck he was making of you.
“Perfect,” he groaned, hips snapping mercilessly. “Fucking perfect. Don’t stop looking at me. Don’t you dare.”
Your throat was raw, every gag rattling through your chest, but Isaac wasn’t slowing down. His grip in your hair was iron, yanking you forward until you gagged loud and wet around him, nose buried against his base.
“Stay there,” he growled, voice breaking. “Stay—fuck, just like that.”
Your vision blurred, lungs screaming for air, but his cock twitched deep in your throat, thick and heavy. You blinked up at him, tears streaming, eyes wide and ruined.
That was what broke him.
With a guttural groan, he slammed deep and held you there. Heat flooded your throat, thick and hot, spilling faster than you could swallow. You gagged, choked, clawed at his thighs, but he only growled louder.
“Take it. Take it all, you filthy little thing. Swallow every drop.”
You tried, throat convulsing around him, but it spilled anyway ,down your chin, coating your chest in sticky mess. He watched it with feral delight, groaning through clenched teeth as his cock pulsed again.
Finally, he yanked you back, spit and cum spilling from your mouth as you gasped for breath. He cupped your face in his scarred hand, thumb smearing the mess across your cheek.
“Open,” he ordered.
You whimpered, but obeyed, tongue out, mouth wide. Strings of spit and cum dripped from your lips.
“Fuck,” he hissed, staring like he’d never seen anything holier. “Look at you. My perfect little mess. Swallowed me down and still begging for more.”
He slapped the head of his cock against your tongue, smearing it across your lips, your cheeks. “Clean it,” he demanded. “Every inch. Don’t waste a drop.”
You dragged your tongue along him, messy and eager, lapping at the slick that clung to his length. Your jaw ached, throat burning, but his groan when you swallowed down the last of him made it worth it.
When you pulled back, spit and cum still dripping down your chin, his grin was sharp, cruel, satisfied.
“Pathetic,” he rasped, dragging his thumb across your swollen lips. “So messy. So perfect. This mouth was made for me.”
And before you could catch your breath, he tapped the heavy weight of his cock against your cheek again. Still half-hard, still demanding.
“Don’t think I’m done,” he said darkly, his eyes burning down into yours. “I’m not finished with this throat until you can’t even speak.”
Your chest heaved as you slumped back on your heels, throat raw, spit and cum still dripping down your chin. Your lips throbbed, swollen and red, your eyes burning from tears. For a moment you thought maybe, maybe, he’d be done.
Isaac looked down at you like a man starving. His scarred chest rose and fell, his cock still heavy and flushed, smeared in your spit.
He cupped your face in his rough hand, tilting your head back until you met his gaze. His thumb dragged across your lower lip, tugging it down, exposing the wreck of your mouth.
“Pathetic little thing,” he murmured, voice rough with hunger. “You thought that was it?”
Your throat worked, too hoarse to answer.
His grin sharpened. He tapped his cock against your cheek, smearing slick across your skin. “No, sweetheart. I’m not finished with this mouth. Not even close.”
You whimpered, thighs pressing together, but you didn’t pull away.
“That’s right,” he growled. “You’re gonna open wide again. You’re gonna take me until your voice is gone, until the only sound you can make is choking on my cock. You understand?”
Your head bobbed weakly in his grip, and his groan was low, feral.
“Good girl,” he muttered, guiding himself back to your lips. “Now open up. I’ll stop when I decide you’ve had enough, If I decide.”
The blunt head pressed against your mouth again, hot and heavy, promising another round of wreckage.
And with his hand still tangled in your hair, you opened.