warnings: Noah is a pleasure dom and a munch at that. oral (f receiving). multiple orgasms. overstim. Noah is fucking insatiable. facesitting. allusion to p in v sex. established relationship, so fucking affectionate Iâm talking tooth-rotting, itâs actually disgusting. I feel like a third wheel. maybe a hint of subspace if you squint. porn without plot, sorry not sorry.
authorâs note: this was supposed to be a short lil drabble so that this pleasure dom!Noah brainrot I had could be gone from me, but alas it had its own ideas. if you donât know what a pleasure dom is, itâs someone who gets off on giving their partner a lot of orgasms!!!!! I didnât write aftercare for this scene because it was getting away from me as it was, but you better believe they took such good care of each other. the best!!! aftercare is fucking important after scenes like this okay babes!
major thank you to my beloved moots and betas @throughwoodsanddirt and @circlewithme <3Â
âhi.â after staring wide-eyed at you for a few seconds, Noah quickly blinks in confusion, almost as if he worries that doing so would make you disappear, wipe you clean from his field of vision like windshield wipers do the rain.Â
âhi.â you echo, a goofy, lopsided grin on your face while he continues to look at you in disbelief.
âyouâre here.â his eyes land on your suitcase in the corner.
âIâm here.â
itâs a surprise that you showed up like this. so good of a surprise that it has Noah extending his hand, fingers shaky, just trying to poke you â you know, to make sure youâre really there. youâre a step ahead of him, already interlocking your fingers with his.
itâs not often that you visit him on tour.
âyou didnât tell meââ
âI was coming, I know. surprise!â you make jazz hands with a flourish. âare you really that disappointed to see me?âÂ
you know the answer.
he huffs a laugh, eyes darkening with a look that you know only spells trouble for you. âIâll show you how disappointed I am.â
âŠand that's how you end up spread open on the bed of his hotel room, legs tossed carelessly over his shoulders while his eyes devour your pussy like itâs Christmas morning and heâs faced with a present to unwrap. heâs certainly not about to waste time now, burying his face in your pussy and lapping up every inch of you like heâs been dying for a taste.
your jaw falls slack as the wind is knocked out of you with the ferocity of his tongue. in a flurry of movement, your hands are scrambling for anything to grab onto â fisting the sheets, the back of his shirt, grasping his forearms â anything to keep them occupied, because pleasure this good after being apart so long has you losing all sense of composure. you donât know what to do with yourself.
smug bastard. you can feel Noah smirk against your pussy before he guides your hands to his hair. he knows, he fucking knows what heâs doing, how good heâs making you feel. but heâs nothing if not a tease because now heâs pulling away despite your whimpering⊠or maybe because of it.
his lips curl into a sly grin, head propped on your thigh. itâs tugging on your heartstrings just as much as itâs making your core ache to see him like this. warm brown eyes meet yours â heâs mesmerized, drunk on lust â but itâs that fond sparkle in them, itâs his bottom lip catching between his teeth... he looks positively giddy.
âyouâre such a tease,â you grumble, knowing all you can do is take what he gives. itâll work in your favor anyway. he can never deny you for long; not when denying you means denying himself. your pleasure is his pleasure after all.
his soft smile morphs back into a smirk. âonly for you,â a hand squeezes your hip affectionately. âyouâll be thanking me later.âÂ
he doesnât follow it up with âwhen you come twice as hardâ, but you know him well enough to know thatâs his intention. always the cheeky fucker, Noah Sebastian.Â
âIâm only getting started, baby,â he promises you playfully. âthis is just the warm-up.âÂ
unhurried fingers part your folds, tracing lazy circles everywhere but your clit. and god, the way heâs looking at you, big brown doe eyes alight with adoration â fuck, if it doesnât take your breath away. his lips part in wonderment, his brown eyes hyper-focused on every hitch of your breath and every cant of your hips.Â
when he does finally press a finger to your clit? mercy. it sets your nerves alight, and then his mouth is on you again; first with long, drawn-out, and teasing kisses between your thighs before his tongue darts out from between his lips to lick along the length of you, torturing you with slow, languid strokes.
âyou have the prettiest fucking pussy,â his voice muffles into you, and with every quickening flick of his tongue, that spark in your lower belly fans into wild flames. itâs all you can do to keep your shaking legs from closing around his head as he groans against your core. then again, you donât think heâd be all that opposed to the idea. you almost wonder whoâs enjoying this more.Â
âbabyâŠâ your stomach flips at the sight of him, how primal he looks. thereâs a mischievous glint in his warm eyes, that goddamn smirk still on his face. his wet fucking face. your stomach only twists itself further into knots as you remind yourself that itâs your cunt heâs covered in.Â
tattooed hands close around your fists, encouraging you to tug harder. âyou can be rougher than that. I can take it.â he says, tone familiar as if heâs had to tell you this before. (he has.) he doesnât have to tighten his grip to close your fingers the rest of the way, because as soon as his rough, warm tongue runs from your hole to your clitoris once again, youâre tugging at the root with enough force to make him groan against you.
heâs sucking your clit into his mouth again, more persistent this time, and the dull ache from being denied becomes a painful clench as it tightens. you know Noah feels it too with the vise grip heâs got on your hips, sure to leave bruises when he bears down harder.
he shows no signs of letting up as you keen above him, as your thighs flex on either side of his head and your fingers card through and tug at his hair. not even when youâve come.Â
heâs going to be the death of you, you decide; heâs fucking relentless. for one, heâs made no moves to pull away from you, and your feel-good buzz is quickly honing into something a little more sharp, a lot more sensitive. your shaky hands scramble to push him away from your core, a whimper bubbling in your throat.Â
heâs reluctant to pull away. heâd be perfectly content to linger a small eternity between your thighs, anything to draw out that blissed-out look on your face. still, he follows as you tug him up to kiss you, cradling his face in your hands. and kiss you he does.Â
calling them kisses is too generous, though â his parted lips drag over your hips, your breasts, the column of your throat, all the while leaving a cold, sticky trail in their wake as he yields to your pull. the instant his lips press against yours, he slows, as if sedated. his kisses are gentle, hands coming up to caress either cheek. soon, too soon, his lips separate from yours, his breath shakily fanning over your face as one of his hands trails down your skin once more. your whine of protest at the loss of contact dies in your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, immediately thrusting them.
âshit, Noah.â it comes out breathy and high-pitched, your mouth falling open only for Noah to swallow it up with his and all your moans with it.
âkeep going, honey,â he coos, lips brushing against your chin as your head lolls back against the pillows, back arching. âtell me how much youâve missed this.âÂ
but the words wonât comeâ all that he pulls out are slack-jawed wails and gasps. youâre dizzy with pleasure, dizzy with the proximity of him, and your heart canât seem to catch up to your head because everythingâŠ
the smell of his cologne as he buries his face in your neck. him pressing small kisses to the side of your face, your jaw, your shoulder. his murmurs of praise, of âthatâs my girlâ and âyouâre doing so good for meâ while one of your hands holds desperately onto the wrist of his free hand, the other reaching up and back to hold onto his soft hairâŠ
it all makes you fucking ache.Â
you feel small under the weight of this loving tenderness, but he doesnât give you the chance to feel undeserving. no, he just peppers feather-light kisses across your cheeks, your nose, forehead⊠any and every inch of skin available to him, delighting in the soft, contented exhales leaving your mouth.
your skinâs buzzing â itching â closer, you need him closer. itâs not enough to grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, you need to feel your fingers digging into his scalp, tugging him by the roots until heâs invading every one of your senses. you need to feel him draped over you like your favorite weighted blanket, a gentle reassurance of safety and security and home.
you have missed this. youâve missed him, and youâre having trouble coming to terms with the fact that you donât have to miss him anymore. heâs right there with you.Â
you hug him tighter to you, the strands of his hair fluffy in your grasp. without you even having to say it, he knows.
âIâve missed you, too, baby.â he caresses your skin softly, dusting gentle kisses all along your cheeks and chin and nose, and in the same breath finds that spot with his fingers that has you melting in a pool of liquid heat. your eyes want to flutter shut at the sensation, but he presses his forehead to yours, and you canât bring yourself to look away from the combined heat and adoration lacing his gaze. your tummy flutters.
when you sneak a glance between your legs, heâs already looking, hypnotized by the plunge of his fingers in and out. heâs practically drooling at the sight, mesmerized by how easily you swallow him up and the wetness pooling between your thighs. heâs knuckle deep in your pussy, palm rubbing against your clit as he perfectly curls his long fingers. inked fingers slick with your arousal. you clench around them, and itâs instinctual the way your hips jut into his hand, moving in time with his fingers.
you know youâre fucked when you feel it in your toes first, inching its way up, settling low in your stomach.
âthatâs it.â Noah croons against your skin.Â
oh god.
âfeel good, baby?â you nod. you whine when he pulls away to sit back on his knees, but itâs all worth it when his free hand settles below your navel, all while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. âyeah?â
oh god.
he presses down lightly, and your vision goes white at the edges.Â
oh god.
âshit. can feel your pussy clenching. you gonna come for me?â he teases, his tone almost taunting. he knows heâs going to make you come, he just wants to hear you say it. wants the affirmation, craves it, needs it, that heâs making you feel so good. he clings to it like a medal, proof of his hard work and dedication as he worships at the temple that is your body, and god is he on his knees.
âNoahhââ he curls his fingers and you can tell he delights in the way your breath catches on his name.
âI know, baby, I know,â he presses a kiss right above your hip, âbut let me hear you say it.âÂ
âthere you go,â your eyes meet, âshh, Iâve got you, sweetheart. come for me, baby.â
and when he plies that spot inside you mercilessly, itâs enough to push you over the edge. fall head over heels over the cliff.Â
you forget to breathe until Noah tells you to. not that it helps when heâs got the same fingers that were just inside you in his mouth, eyes locked with yours as he licks them clean.Â
âbreakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby.â
did you already say heâs going to be the death of you?
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youâve barely come down from your third orgasm and heâs already coaxing you, soft and low, âone more, baby.â
not a question.
his cheeks are rosy, brown eyes adoring. âI know you can give me another one.â swollen lips form a pout.
and itâs not fair because itâs hard enough to say no to him without those puppy eyes of his. you never stood a chance. ânot fair,â you huff, âyouâre using your powers for evil.â
âwanting to give you an orgasm is evil now?â he cocks his head with an amused smile, feigning innocence like he hasnât just given you two already. âI just wanna make you feel good, baby.â
it just about fucking does you in, the gentleness with which he presses soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. then an even softer one to your clit, eyes pleading. your hips jolt at the feeling, and he laughs. âlet me make up for lost time, hm?â he murmurs, the vibration going straight to your core. and if he drags it out a little because he likes seeing you squirm, wellâŠ
you hate him. you love him and you hate him. âjesus fuck,â Noah licks a long stripe up your folds, and your head falls back against the bed. you simultaneously want to kiss him and punch him. at the very least you could stand to torture him a little.Â
maybe next time. fucking menace.Â
itâs his smug-sounding chuckle against your core â hips shifting under him because your pussy is practically vibrating with arousal â that has you realizing you said that out loud.Â
âyour fucking menace.â he corrects, smirking cheekily (itâs actually butterfly-inducing), and you know youâre in for it now. your stomach does a little cartwheel.Â
youâre in trouble and you know it because up until that point, heâd been holding back. the gentle kisses to your clit. his tongue moving against you sloppily. fingering you slowly, lazily. taking his time working you up was as much for him as it was for you.Â
that smirk is the last thing you see before he flips the two of you over so heâs underneath you and youâre over top of him. he flashes you a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying himself. heâs so⊠effortlessly endearing.Â
he taps your hip, seemingly oblivious to the fondness swelling in your heart. âstraddle my face, baby.âÂ
you blink at him, uncomprehending. heâs got to be joking, right? âmy legs feel like fucking Jello.â you counter, like it would dissuade him. with the way he beams, youâd think you just told him he won his first Grammy.Â
he doesnât give you time to dwell on your self-consciousness, just grasps your thighs and shimmies you forward until youâre hovering over his mouth. his biceps lock around your thighs.Â
âproblem solved,â he murmurs, flexing his arms tighter as he pulls you down.
you open your mouth to protest, but heâs already licking an experimental stripe up your core. itâs a good thing heâs supporting you because your legs are already shuddering, even more intensely than before. Â
ârelax,â Noah coaxes you, practically purring. âthree orgasms and youâre still so fucking tense,â he grunts teasingly, the hint of a smile in his voice. you smack him playfully, suddenly conscious of your stiff posture. you arenât, in fact, very comfortable.
âbetter get to work then.â you taunt, and you might as well have said, âmake me.â
his eyes darken at the challenge, and when he starts devouring you in earnest, itâs anything but precise, wet and warm and sloppy, and thatâs why itâs your undoing.
you donât know what you were expecting, but you were definitely not prepared for the heightened sensation of feeling his tongue everywhere with the new angle. if it werenât for his grip on your hips, youâd be constantly lifting off his face to get a reprieve and heâd be fighting to chase you with his tongue. as it is, you have no option but to succumb to the wet heat of his mouth working against you, melting into him. relax indeed.
the sight of him underneath you leaves you more breathless than the feeling of his tongue dipping inside of you does, his eyes blown black with lust as his unabashed sounds of enjoyment reverberate through you. a plethora of broken and spluttered noises fall from your lips, and your hands instinctively move to clutch his, settling over them where they rest at your hips.
your brainâs going fuzzy at the edges as it is, so overstimulated in the best way, but the extra stimulation when his hands start guiding you to rock against his mouth threatens to be too much. you canât help it this time, your hips rut into his face, and his soft hums of encouragement only goad you on. heâs helping you fuck yourself on his tongue and thoroughly enjoying it if the moans resonating through your core are any indication.Â
âNoah,â you plead, not knowing what for but with desperation edging into your voice anyway.
everything.Â
nothing.Â
itâs too much.Â
itâs not enough.Â
stop.Â
donât ever stop.Â
all coherent thought goes out the window as you give yourself over to the pleasure, your world narrowing down to your throbbing pussy and the man worshiping fervently between your thighs. your mind goes blank then, lost to the sheer ecstasy rising within you so sharply that you feel the prick of tears.Â
if it werenât for his hand tethering you to this world, you fear youâd float away. you cling to it desperately like a lifeline.
âitâs okay,â he urges you, âlet go for me.â
as if you could do anything else.
all it takes for you to fall apart this time is the combination of his nose nudging your clit and his pleasured rumblings against your cunt. you come with shuddering breaths, gasping for air, and he holds you in place as your hips jerk, lapping up your arousal as he makes out with your pussy even after youâve rode out your orgasm. his grip still doesnât allow you to lift off his face, not for lack of trying as you tremble above him, and it wonât loosen until youâre well and thoroughly putty in his hands. he wants you so flooded with pleasure youâre drowning in it.Â
because that look on your face, that feeling that you get, like when youâve been in the pool all day and flop back into bed at night only to still feel like youâre floating, totally weightless â he wants to coax it from you over and over again.
so when you collapse backward onto the mattress in a heap all blissed out and fuzzy and sated looking at him with half-lidded eyes, itâs no wonder heâs settling on top of you, his fingers interlacing with yours as he pins your hands to the bed, telling you âjust one moreâ as he slides his cock inside you and presses a kiss to your forehead. always one more.
and if thereâs another one after that⊠if heâs settling between your thighs despite your half-hearted protests of âcanâtâ and âtoo sensitiveâ, even as your hips shift in search of his touch, he will reassure you that you can until it is indistinguishable whether you are cursing his name or praising it â inevitably a bit of both. Â
heâs gotta show you how much he appreciates his surprise, doesnât he?
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