˚₊· Nolan ‘Omni-Man’ Grayson ˚₊·
nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, cunnilingus
You would think Nolan Grayson, thee Omni-Man, would be a hard top. Fucking you till you couldn’t breathe, not letting you come until he said so. Until he was satisfied—his strength holding you in place like you were nothing, like you were his. But it wasn’t like that at all. The most powerful man in the world was only desperate to please you. He would get on his knees for you, eyes blazing as he stares up at you with desire.
“Tell me what you want, honey.”
Voice low with his hands on the sides of your thighs, gripping the fat of your flesh.
The control was never really his. It was yours, the whole time. He grips your thighs like he might break them if he isn’t careful, his mouth hot against your skin, his breath ragged as he began peppering your thighs with kisses before his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your clothed cunt, making you suck in a breath. Nolan looks up at you, eyes dark, waiting—begging—for a command.
He growls, low and guttural. His muscles tremble with restraint, every fiber of his being trained to obey, to hold back that brutal strength just for you. And once you reach down, tugging his hair, telling him exactly what you want him to do, his cock strands in his pants.
He doesn’t hesitate one second. The moment the words leave your mouth, he’s on you. His hands moving to the plump of your ass, mouth connecting to your skin, worshipping you, his wife. His lips trail rough, open-mouth kisses across the front of your thighs, up your hips, and your stomach. Each kiss hotter, hungrier than the last, teeth nipping at your soft flesh. Every inch of him shaking with the effort not to tear you apart from sheer need.
You feel the low rumble of his growl against your skin, a sound so deep it feels like it vibrates through your bones. He’s starving for you. Starving like a man dying of thirst. That’s how badly he wants to ravish you right now. He looks up at you again.
"Please. Let me have you."
Not an order. A plea. And god, it’s intoxicating — knowing you could make him wait longer, tease him, command him, and he’d take it. He’d take anything from you. Anything.
You whisper, voice steady, cruel. Your fingers that were laced in his hair giving it another tug.
Something in him snaps. But not in defiance but in devotion. His fingers curl at the sides of your panties, pulling them down till they pooled at your ankles, letting you kick the fabric away. And just like that, he pushes you back against the bed, flat on your back, still kneeling on the floor, his hands spreading your thighs like he’s opening a gift he’s waited lifetimes for.
He doesn’t waste a second, his arms in circling around your waist, his mouth finds you instantly, hot and relentless, tongue stroking deep and slow against your sopping pussy, fast and filthy—like he wants to pull every sound out of you, every twitch, every gasp. His mustache tickling the mound of your pussy. His hands grip your hips, anchoring you as your back arches off the sheets, low, breathy moans escaping your pretty lips. Fuck, just as always…sweet against his tongue.
Nolan wasn’t just eating you, he was consuming you. Worshipping you with his mouth like your pleasure is his religion, like this moment is the only thing in the universe that matters. And the look in his eyes when he glances up—wild, reverent, ruined—tells you everything: He’s not stopping until you're trembling and begging.
His tongue is hot, sucking at your erect clit, tongue teasing at your hole. You moan out, hand reaching down to push his head deeper into your cunt, earning an erotic groan from your super-husband. The vibration of it against you makes you cry out, your thighs instinctively trying to close around his head. But Nolan is too strong for that. His big hands keep you pinned open, forcing you to take every slow, sinful stroke of his tongue.
He’s messy with it now, wet and loud and utterly shameless. His hands work up your sides, kneading at your breasts through that lacy bra of yours, pinching at your harden nipples through the fabric. You tug harder at his hair, grinding up into his face, and he groans again. Yet this time it sounded like a whine.
The way he moans, soft and aching as he eats you out, you’d think he was the one being touched. Every time you twitch under his mouth, he gasps like it’s him unraveling. Like your pleasure is his only purpose. You glance down, and he’s grinding against nothing. He’s hard, leaking through his boxers and pants, completely untouched. He hasn’t even asked for relief. Hasn’t dared. Not until you cum. Not until you say you were ready for him to fuck you.
You can feel it building already, that tight, dizzy pressure coiling low in your belly. A rope ready to snap. And from the desperate way Nolan devours you, not easing up, not even close. You know he can feel it too. He knew you too well. Knew around that body of yours.
Your thighs start to tremble, breath hitching, fingers curling in his hair, grinding down on his face, chasing your release. Nolan groans again, a raw, wrecked sound, and presses even closer, nose buried against you, tongue thrusting and circling in maddening rhythm.
He murmurs against you, fingers gripping your hips.
“Come for me. Come all over my fucking mouth.”
The words alone send a violent shudder ripping through you and when he sucks your clit between his lips, firm and devastating, it breaks you open.
You cry out his name, back arching clear off the bed as pleasure crashes over you in waves, so intense you can barely breathe. Nolan holds you through it, moaning into your cunt as if your orgasm feeds him before pulling away, watching in complete awe. Your hair sprawled across the blankets below you, cheeks dusted a rosy pink, lips parted, and chest heaving as you tried steadying your breath.
He wipes your arousal from his chin, lips, and his mustache with his thumb before popping the digit into his mouth, licking and sucking it clean. Your brows knit at the sight, legs spreading, cunt glistening with your arousal and his spit, looking at his with hooded eyes.
“Now fuck me like you mean it…”
