cw: smut (p in v, a little somnophilia, collapsed doggy, love biting, overstim, noel talking you through it) not proofread
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being with noel meant stopping to smell the roses, sleeping in past your alarm, taking the long way home. with him, you were forced to slow down. to live in the present. enjoy the little things. fresh out of uni and into the working world, you weren’t used to a slow life. from the moment you woke, you were moving, working, fretting. you ran on no sleep and an empty stomach and then wondered why you were so moody. you slept with men and left before they could ask. so when you met noel, you learned to love a slower life. one of your favorite little things was your mornings with noel.
mornings came nice and slow with him. you were both night owls, ignoring the sun until its light woke you both. you both preferred to stay in bed, crumpled sheets, birdsong, and the sound of noel’s even breathing. but it hadn’t always been this way. when you first began staying over, you teased him for how deeply he slept, usually up for hours before noel woke, sheet lines marking his cheek, his hair fluffy and mussed. that was the price you’d pay for dating older, he retorted. you’d have to forfeit your early mornings, instead staying tangled with noel, relishing in the natural heat from his chest, the way he reached for you, even in sleep. it was an admitted adjustment. you resisted lounging in bed doing nothing, always fraught with some sort of anxious energy. but with time, you adjusted. and enjoyed. noel had that effect on you. for the first time, you felt completely safe.
you developed a new routine with noel: you always rose first, often to his breath tickling your ear, his arm warm around your chest, his legs tangled with yours. and always, to his cock hard against your ass, rutting against you in his sleep.
this morning was no different. it’d been a late night after dinner with friends that ended up in an early morning return home.
before your eyes even fluttered open, you felt noel– hard against your back, his cock nudging itself between your thighs. you hummed, a lazy smile spreading across your face as you let yourself slowly wake. to your relief, the pain in your temples was faint. with a smile, you remembered noel feeding you a slice of cake and paracetamol before you went to bed, banishing the possibility of a hangover. you could kiss him in gratitude.
noel had one arm slung low across your waist, keeping you pinned in place. you arched your back, further pushing yourself into noel– smiling when you heard his breathless whimper at the friction. this could be your way of showing thanks.
as old as he claimed to be, noel was still a man at heart. more often than not, he woke up horny and hard. this morning wouldn’t differ. as you rolled your hips back into him experimentally, you felt the lazy hand over your waist knead into your flesh, seeking purchase and relief. you reached back, sliding your hand below noel’s kecks to find him hot and hard, heat pooling between your legs immediately.
still asleep, noel let out another whimper, lower and longer this time. he’d wake soon. you squeezed lightly around his cock before pulling his boxers down further, freeing him entirely. then you did the same to your own panties, dragging them down around your ankles. now when you rolled your hips back, noel’s leaking cock met the warmth of your skin, nudging against your slick folds. you moaned together, though noel’s was once still laced in sleep, just beginning to wake up.
before he could, you grabbed his cock and positioned it between your legs, angling your hips back just so until his tip pushed inside you. noel gasped now, one hand gripping your hip, the other reaching for your tangled hair.
“fuck,” he swore, voice deep and groggy.
you arched your back, fucking yourself onto noel’s cock and letting him fill you. you moaned as he fisted his hand into your hair, tugging you to him. noel’s mouth met the back of your neck as he began to move his hips, mouthing at your skin.
he chuckled lowly when you placed your hand over his on your hip, encouraging him to lift your leg for more access.
“so fuckin’ desperate i wake up to you fuckin’ yerself on me, huh?” he says against your skin, his breath tickling the tendrils at the back of your neck.
you hear the smug grin in his voice and decide to bring him down a notch, scoffing. you squeeze your walls against him, smirking when his pace falters, his breath catching.
“woke up to you humping me,” you reach back for him, digging your nails into his skin as you clench around him again. “havin’ wet dreams about me noely?” you coo, eyes fluttering shut as his cock drives deeper into you.
“can y’blame me?” he asks, surrendering himself to pleasure. his voice is strained, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks.
you laugh weakly, shaking your head.
noel moans again, his lips brushing your ear now as he props himself up, giving himself a better angle.
“so fuckin’ warm around me,” he swears, his hips slamming harder against you. he tilts his head down, admiring the way your ass recoils with his every thrust. he huffs a pleasure-filled moan, chin falling as his pace grows frantic.
you reach back, halting his movements as you turn to lay flat on your tummy, angling your ass in the air with a little wiggle.
noel follows your wordless direction, lying atop of you, pressing gentle kisses up your spine as he positions his cock back at your entrance. when he pushes in this time, he lets more weight collapse on you, your sticky skin joining together.
you turn your head, giving noel access to the nape of your neck, which he takes immediate advantage of, nipping and kissing at the skin there.
with his weight on you, his lips tickling your skin, his cock parting you open, you find your orgasm approaching rapidly. reaching back blindly, your hand finds his ass, clawing to urge him even closer to you if possible.
“oh my god,” you whine into your pillow, eyes screwed shut as he drives himself further and further into you, pressing gentle kisses all the while.
“y’like when i take you like this?” his voice is low and gruff in your ear, still sleep-laced.
you nod, whimpering and whining– pathetic.
noel laughs at you, though it's choked and ragged, and you know he’s not in as much control as he pretends.
“so fuckin’ insatiable,” he punctuates with a quick bite to your shoulder, smoothing it over with a kiss when you cry out– one hand fisting the sheets, the other gripping his ass.
“morning, noon, and night, you want it. s’that right?”
“yes,” you manage to say somehow.
“wish you could see yerself. how fuckin’ pretty you look like this,”
you moan at his words, gasping for air as his cock hits something deep inside you.
noel notices, “s’that it? that’s the spot?” his voice is syrupy sweet, mocking.
you nod, a choked sobbing moan escaping your throat.
noel fucks you with a newfound frenzy, fervent and frantic. “good girl. go ahead and take it,”
you surrender yourself entirely to him, let his weight press you further into the mattress as you come hard. maybe harder than ever before. though you do say that every time.
noel follows soon after, shuddering on top of you as he bites into that same spot on your shoulder, filling you up with his cum.
you’re both panting, completely fucked out when noel pulls out and rolls off of you, flopping back down with an exasperated laugh.
sweaty and red, you turn your head to him shyly, a small giggle slipping out as you see him: eyes closed, one arm thrown under his head as he catches his breath.
“was that a good one?” you ask, still breathless yourself.
without opening his eyes, noel nods, a wry grin pulling up one corner of his mouth.
“might be the best yet,” he answers.
“you say that every time,” you laugh.
“aye,” noel agrees, popping one eye open to look at you. “but so do you,”
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