himbo! noah fucking you from behind with you in a headlock 🥵
BB!!! This being the first thing I read when I wake up? Good morning to me 🫠🤭
This is how most of your mornings begin. If it’s not with him sinking down beneath the sheets, spreading your thighs as he goes to work with his mouth in one way or another, then it’s with his chest pressed right against your back, his cock grinding against your ass and his arm wrapped lovingly around you.
“Please, baby…” you whine, breathless and needy, grinding yourself back against him. “I need you…”
He loves how you sound, how you beg with such need for him, and he would be considered as taunting you if not for the fact that his wandering free hand always slips between your thighs, offering some form of relief for your budding ache. That is, until he finally sinks into you, his arm tightening and shifting into a loose headlock as he thrusts with slow, deep strokes, his body pressed firmly against yours. Neither of you is in any rush, content to stay here, lost in the intimacy and the slow build of pleasure that marks the start of your morning.
Beneath the blanket, the tips of his fingers gently caress the inside of your thigh, rising higher as your legs instinctively spread further apart. Noah’s touch isn’t rough or hasty, but gentle, methodical, and you feel the heat it stirs, the goosebumps that follow in its wake, how you grow wetter with every closing pass of his fingers.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, head tucked low, his face close to the side of your neck. This isn’t the first time, and you hope it won’t be the last. Your breath hitches the higher he goes, and you nod, your hand tightening around his forearm beneath the blanket as he moves higher—fingers slow, experimental, pressing lightly past the front of your shorts.
It’s become a thing between you now, whenever his anxiety flares up, whenever he needs distraction, his fingers wander mindlessly to toy with you. There’s nothing beyond him wanting to feel how soft your pussy is, his touch dragging slowly through your wetness, the light pressure against your clit more for coaxing your arousal than any real stimulation, and it works—enough to make you wetter. His fingers keep gliding back and forth, slipping out to coat your folds before pressing between them again. A light tap, a dip at your entrance, but never slipping inside, no matter how much you squirm, ache, or mutter pleas for more.
“Your pussy always feels so soft,” Noah murmurs, his fingers continuing their slow teasing play. His thumb presses to your mound, circling the skin gently as he leaves a kiss at the meeting point of your neck and shoulder. His lips trail higher along the column of your throat, pausing just behind your ear with the faintest kiss, enough to send a tremble through your body. All you can do is moan his name softly in response.
On the TV, the movie you picked for your weekly movie night plays on, but it fades into background noise the longer he touches you. Somehow, he still splits his attention between you and the screen, never leaving you too long without a kiss or whisper of praise before his gaze flicks back to the film. You know he isn’t unaffected, nor does he try to hide it. Beneath the blanket, he guides your hand to the bulge in his shorts. He doesn’t want you to pull him out or touch him the same way he’s touching you, and you don’t push.
After a moment, he shifts, moving the blanket aside and adjusting himself comfortably before gesturing for you to lie down. Your head rests in his lap, close to his bulge, while his hand never leaves its place between your thighs. As he continues to tease you, you nuzzle against his bulge like a kitten, even pressing light kisses to it. He twitches in response, despite the layers of fabric, and it makes you smile.
It’s become one of your favourite parts of movie night, your favourite weekly tradition.
soft cnc does waaayyy more than super aggressive cnc. for example: “i’m sorry just can’t help myself. you’re just so pretty” instead of “open ur legs u stupid b*tch.” don’t get me wrong bc i like both but idea of someone trying to comfort you while pinning you down and violating your body just triggers something very evil in my brain
like they know this is wrong and they’re almost disgusted with themselves but they can’t stop even if they wanted to bc they just need you so badly rn
i love men with a god complex. yes daddy, you are my god, you are my world, and i want you to control every aspect of my life. yes daddy, i’ll let you do anything you want to me.
