CW: safewording, blindfolding, bondage, no penetration happens in this, aftercare, sub!drop, comfort, angst, body image issues, comparison to others, negative self-image, mentions of cheating, use of "good girl" as a pet name, allusions to past relationships and past bad sexual experiences, extremely vague allusions to assault but is not mentioned explicitly
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It happened quickly. The drop.
One second I was being tied up, and the next I had tears streaming down my face as Noah held me close, muttering words of comfort and reassurance into my hair as he rocked us both back and forth.
I had never safeworded before and if anything I almost felt embarrassed by the fact that I did.
Noah hadn’t hurt me, I just felt… too much.
My heart had been racing in my chest as I felt Noah’s hands on my bare body, caressing every curve and space of skin that he would, making sure he was being as gentle as possible as he always was.
My eyes were covered by that familiar silk blindfold, and had been since Noah helped me to sit down on the bed in the playroom, the silk sheets caressing my skin much like Noah’s calloused hands did.
We had been working on the blindfold when Noah decided that we were at a good point to move on to something a little more… intense, which was the word he had used to describe it. I had consented of course, liking the sound of what Noah had talked me through when we had discussed it and talked it through the night prior.
The plan was for him to blindfold me as usual, caressing my skin as always, but this time he would bind my arms behind my back with some silk ropes and we would work on that aspect of this sexual exploration, but that is also where everything went wrong.
The moment that the ropes touched my wrists, something shifted. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was something that I had never experienced with Noah before. It was almost a reluctance to participate in the planned activities.
I knew that we would not be having sex, and that we would just be helping me get used to being bound and restricted, but something still felt off.
Noah’s hands caressed me, hands drifting all over and holding me close to him, telling me that I was a good girl and that I looked beautiful like this.
His words made my heart flutter as they always did, but still that mild anxiety loomed.
It was when he began whispering against the back of my neck when I realised that I had had enough of this and needed to stop. I could feel his hot breath against the back of my neck, but it didn’t feel like the safe caress it usually did. My anxiety-ridden brain took me right back to past experiences where I did not feel safe and that only made my stress worse.
“Dragonfly.” I whispered with a shaky voice.
I felt Noah pause.
“I’m gonna need you to repeat that and say it a little louder for me.” Noah said, voice soft and careful, as if he knew that I needed guidance right now.
“Drgonfly.” I spoke again, voice louder this time despite still being shaky.
Noah instantly pulled back, untying the silk that bound my wrists and taking the blindfold off of my eyes wordlessly and without question. Then, he helped me into his t-shirt and some of my panties and sleep shorts before wrapping me in the duvet that lay on the bed.
Noah turned to me with warmth in his eyes, “Can I hold you, or is that too much right now?” He asked, voice calm and level. I was grateful for his calmness in that moment.
I nod, needing to feel contact with him.
He obeyed without question, holding me close against his chest and kissing my head. Noah always knew what I needed, however we had both had extensive conversations about what we each needed for aftercare.
I wasn’t really sure when I started crying, or what triggered it, but he wordlessly brought his hand up to my face and wiped my tears, cupping my cheek and kissing the top of my head.
“Let it out if you need to, Princess.” He whispered into my hair.
I was so exhausted that I just… broke.
My body wracked with sobs as I poured all of my emotions out, with no capacity to keep them contained any longer.
Noah hadn’t hurt me. He would never hurt me. But something about the night’s activities was just so insanely overwhelming that I simply couldn’t continue with it, even if we hadn’t gone as far as to sleep with each other.
Maybe it was the fact that I had never been restrained like this before, or to any extent for that matter. Maybe that coupled with the blindfold was too much.
Noah held me close to his chest, slowly rocking me back and forwards in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into my ear to ensure I felt safe and loved.
“You ready to talk about it baby?” He asked, voice back to how it normally was, without that dominant cadence that he possessed when we were doing things like this.
I tried to speak, but I just couldn’t get the words out no matter what I did. I needed to tell him, that was one of the rules we had for things like this, but I just couldn’t get the words out.
Perhaps the fact that I still wasn’t wholeheartedly sure what the cause of my urgent need to stop was that prevented me from speaking up.
“We can talk later sweetheart, it's okay.” Noah whispered, kissing the top of my head once again.
“Too much.” I managed to get out between sobs.
“Too much, how baby? Mentally? Physically?” Noah said, taking charge of the conversation.
“Both.” I whispered.
Noah rubbed circles on my back.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked. I shook my head no. “Good.” He said, the relief clear in his voice.
We sat like that for a few moments before I spoke up again, eager to get this difficult conversation over with so that it would no longer weigh on my shoulders.
“I don’t like how seen I feel when we do this.” I said.
“What do you mean baby?” Noah asked.
I took a deep breath.
“I don’t like how you can see all of me, but I can’t see you.” I said, trying to explain my point.
Noah said nothing, waiting for me to elaborate.
“I can feel you looking at me… reminds me of shit I don’t wanna remember.” I went on.
“Princess, we both know I need you to be more specific.” Noah reminded me.
“Makes me think about shit my ex did.” I whisper.
“What did he do?” Noah’s voice was bordering on anger.
“He just… made me feel shitty about how I look.” I whispered. Noah tensed.
“Sweetheart, I love looking at you.” He replied in a whisper, kissing my bare shoulder.
“I know… I just don’t like how it feels.” I whisper again.
Noah holds me close.
“Being seen?” He asks, seeking further clarification.
I nod.
“Do you think I’m judging you or do you just not like the feeling?” He asked.
“Both I think… I just don’t like the worry that you might be thinking something bad… I mean… there’s prettier girls out there you could be looking at.” I replied.
Noah tensed visibly.
“There is no one else that I want to look at. Ever. You are the only goddamn person on this fucking planet that I want to look at, okay?” Noah replied, anger simmering beneath the surface.
I nod.
“I’m yours.” He practically growled. “No one else gets me okay? Just you. Now how about we get you into the bath? Calm you down a little?” He suggested.
His words did make me feel better, the prospect that Noah wasn’t interested in anyone else warmed my heart slightly and did ease my insecurities, but I simply did not want to be naked anymore, therefore a bath wouldn’t be something I wanted to partake in.
Noah noticed my lack of surety and kissed my head.
“We don’t have to have a bath, we can just head to bed.” He whispered warmly.
I nodded.
Noah picked me up and carried me out of the playroom and up to our shared bedroom, laying me down in the soft bedding.
I much preferred this room to the playroom. The colours were lighter and cozier up here. It felt more like home. That feeling only intensified when Noah slipped into bed beside me and pulled me into his chest, kissing my head for what felt like the thousandth time.
“Go to sleep.” He whispered, tiredness finally catching up to us both.
CW: sub!Noah, dom!reader, reader is referred to as "mistress", references to smut, references to slapping and spanking during sex, references to aftercare, mostly fluff
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Noah’s lips were hungry as they met mine, almost as if he were trying to breathe me into him so that he would never have to part from me again.
Initially, I had pecked his lips as we snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie that we had been promising Nicholas that we would watch for months, but never actually got round to, but Noah had already begun to escalate things.
He knew better of course, but I wanted to test him to see how far he would actually allow things to go before he stopped himself. However, based on the way that his hands caressed my back, creeping lower and lower to my ass, I would safely bet that he had no intentions of stopping any time soon.
He moaned so prettily into my mouth as his kisses grew hungrier and hungrier. Oh how pretty his moans were.
When I pulled away, a pathetic whimper escaped his beautiful, swollen lips.
“Mistress…” He whispered as he leant towards me, seeking closeness and more kisses, but most likely seeking relief for the ever-growing bulge between his legs. “Please…”
His whining almost made me laugh, but I knew that would only bring him shame instead of the soft embarrassment that turned him on if he were being degraded.
“Not right now my sweet thing.” I whispered.
He groaned, lips brushing mine as he shook with restraint as to not reach out his large tattooed hands and touch me like he so desperately wanted to do.
“We can do that when I’m ready, okay sweetheart?” I replied. “When I want you to please me okay?”
He nodded with a sad pout.
I placed my fingers under his chin and raised his head to look at me.
“Show me those pretty eyes.” I whispered seductively, making Noah all but melt into a puddle on the sofa, his chocolate eyes sparkling with adoration as his eyes met mine.
“You wanna be good for me bubba?” I whispered, running my thumb along his lower lip.
He nodded frantically, desperate to do whatever it was that I was going to command him.
“Be a good boy and make me a coffee.” I said to him.
He all but leapt off of the sofa and raced to the kitchen, getting my favourite coffee mug from the cabinet and preparing the coffee machine to make my favourite drink.
“I… I… is it the toffee nut one you’d like mistress? Or the caramel nut one?” He stuttered, clearly over excited as his hands grasped both coffee pods in his hands.
“Caramel nut sweetheart.” I replied, voice velvety and soft as I watched him place the pod into the coffee machine that he had bought me for my birthday.
“Here you go mistress.” Noah said as he returned to me, hands shaking ever so slightly as he knelt before me with his head bowed, as if he were presenting the coffee to me although it were a rare diamond that needed to be handled with the utmost care and delicacy.
I sipped it.
“Delicious my sweet angel.” I replied, kissing his cheek as I patted the sofa beside me, indicating for him to join me on the sofa.
He leapt onto the sofa as though he were an over-excited puppy dog who had just discovered how to jump.
Noah nuzzled into my neck as I turned the television on, resuming the movie that we had initially sat down to watch.
His soft brown hair tickled my nose as he tried to find a comfortable position to curl up for the movie, again resembling a puppy of some description. The fact that he found himself in this position regardless of if we were in the middle of a scene or not always warmed my heart since it made me feel needed and made me feel as though I was his safe space.
I set my coffee on the end-table and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close.
“Feeling okay Noah?” I asked, my use of his name and not a pet-name indicating to him that he no longer needed to call me mistress.
“Yeah I’m good baby… sorry I got all worked up earlier.” He said softly.
“It’s okay.” I replied, kissing his head, making him almost begin to purr. “It’s natural.”
He laughed softly. “Well duh I know how biology works.”
“Just wanted to check in on you. I’m not denying you to punish you, I just think that we need a few days to reset since our last scene was kinda… intense.” I said as I rested my cheek on his head.
“Yeah it was.” He whispered, body relaxing against mine.
A few days prior, Noah and I had experimented with a slightly rougher scene, with him wanting to try being slapped, albeit lightly, and spanked, which was something that the two of us had never really delved into before, but experimented with. The night was a success, with it ending in Noah understanding that this was something that he liked and something that he wanted to utilise more in scenes.
We had a long discussion about it as we did our aftercare routine, with Noah telling me what he liked and what he wanted to alter as I massaged his shoulders.
He wanted to keep using it but instead of it being a regular thing, reserve it for punishment or days when he particularly needed me to be harsher with him if he was feeling stressed or overwhelmed.
“Sweetheart?” I asked.
“Yeah?” He replied, voice tired, his chocolate brown eyes fighting sleep that was pulling his eyelids closed more and more as the seconds passed.
“Sleepy?” I asked.
Noah nodded, fighting a yawn.
“Bed?” I suggested, nodding my head towards the stairs.
Noah got up and took my hand before walking with me to our shared bedroom.
I turned on the various fairy lights and salt lamps, setting the LEDs at the back of the television and behind the headboard to a warm orange in order to bathe the space in a cozy light. This had become our routine as of late.
However, I could tell that Noah was still being a little needy and clingy by the way he shadowed me as I moved around the space and fidgeted with his fingers.
“Hey sweet thing?” I said quietly.
His eyes shot up to meet mine, now resembling those of a puppy dog. “You wanna help me get ready?”
He nodded, moving over to me to lift up my hoodie with delicacy, before removing my vest top and jeans slowly and carefully as if one wrong move could break them.
I stood in the middle of the room in my bra, panties and socks while Noah peeled off his own shirt and placed it on the bed gently.
He then removed my bra, fingers dancing on my skin as he unfastened it before slowly guiding my arms from the straps and placing the bra on the dressing table where he had been neatly folding and placing my clothes.
Next, he motioned for me to lift my arms up before he slipped his tshirt that he had just placed on the bed over my head and let it fall to my mid-thigh before he picked me up and sat me down on the edge of the bed, kneeling to remove my socks, kissing my legs as he did so.
Noah pulled the covers back and manoeuvred me into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin before he removed his jeans and socks, also folding those up but leaving them on the chair in front of the dressing table instead of on the dressing table itself.
He snuggled close to me, kissing me softly.
“Thank you for letting me serve you mistress. I love how you let me undress you, it’s like you only wear clothes so that I get the pleasure of serving you and helping you.” He whispered as he snuggled in.
I kissed him again.
“I love you sweet thing.” I muttered.
“I love you too mistress.” He replied sleepily.
“I love you Noah.” I whispered, kissing his nose.
“I love you so much baby.” He whispered back, a lovesick smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep.
CW: smut, dom!Noah, BDSM themes, soft, soft BDSM, conversations surrounding consent, self-depreciative thoughts, comfort, communication, blindfold, discussions of boundaries, discussions of restraints, mentions of toys but none are actually used on reader, fingering f. receiving, discussions of safewords
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The room was dark, exactly how Noah had designed it to be. The walls were painted a dark red, almost black, while a king sized bed sat in the centre of the back wall with a red canopy making it feel almost cage-like. The bed itself was adorned with deep red silk sheets that were neatly made complete with matching pillows.
As I looked around the room, I saw various cabinets full of toys of varying sizes and purposes. There was a cabinet reserve for restraints, one for gags, one for vibrators, the list went on and on and on.
Vanilla scented candles offered a cozy glow to the otherwise dark room and calming my senses.
Noah stood behind me, his large tattooed hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the room.
“Welcome to my playroom.” His warm voice invaded my ears.
Quite frankly I was speechless.
Noah and I had engaged in rougher sex in the comfort of his bedroom, but never in a setting like this. I knew that I was safe with Noah, but I would be lying if I said that the concept of being in a space like this wasn’t somewhat daunting.
“Go sit on the bed for me princess.” His soothing voice spoke again.
Almost as if they were operating on autopilot, my legs made their way over to the bed and I sat down on the edge, watching as Noah made a move for the fridge which sat against the left hand wall among the cabinets. He opened it and produced a bottle of water before making his way back over to me.
He handed the bottle to me and I took a sip, not needing to be told to do so after Noah had engrained the importance of hydration in this scene into me.
“I have a plan for today. You do not need to worry, we aren’t doing anything crazy. We will stick to the traffic light system like we always do. I don’t want to throw in any hand signals or anything else with you at this stage so we don’t overwhelm you. Your safety and comfort is of the upmost importance right now princess.” Noah explained after taking a seat beside me on the bed.
His large hand caressed my thigh as he spoke, offering me comfort in order to keep me relaxed, before he moved over to the speaker that sat on the nightstand on the left hand side of the bed and turning it on. He played some soothing music just like he always did before we were intimate with eachother and guided me through some breathing exercises to relax me further.
Once we were done, he turned to look at me, eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at me.
“I need you naked now princess.” Noah commanded.
I obeyed, of course, my body once again moving on autopilot as I began to enter that more submissive mindset.
I sat in the centre of the bed on my knees per his request, suddenly feeling exposed due to Noah’s lack of nakedness.
“Shhh it’s okay princess.” Noah whispered, kissing my head. “Would this make you feel more comfortable if I was naked too?”
I nodded, my mouth unable to form words as I watched my boyfriend undress for me.
“We are going to ease you into this slowly so there won’t be any sex today baby.” Noah began as he moved over to one of the drawers beneath the cabinets and pulling out a black silk blindfold carefully and walking back over to me, his cock half hard as he moved.
“I’m gonna blindfold you, but again, no sex will be happening today.” He explained before moving closer to me and wrapping the fabric over my eyes. “You look prefect princess.” He whispered.
My body was suddenly aware of every single thing. Noah’s movements on the bed felt more powerful. His footsteps on the floor as he moved over to one of the drawers sounded far louder than they did previously as I tried to focus on his location.
“I’m gonna sit beside you on your left beautiful okay?” Noah explained before moving to my left side and taking his seat there.
I reached my hand out tentatively to see where he was, only to be greeted by his bicep. He took my hand in his own and held it there.
“I’m right here.” He whispered. “Just reach over to me when you need reassurance. I’m right here.”
We remained like that for a few more moments before I retracted my hand.
“I’m gonna start now baby.” He whispered, his hands coming up to cup my shoulders before slowly stroking up and down my arms.
My body felt as though it were on fire. I could feel every callous on his hand, ever ridge, I had never experienced anything like this at all.
Noah didn’t speak as he moved his hands, fingertips trailing down my forearms before moving back up to my shoulders again.
“You’re doing so good for me sweetie.” He whispered. “I’m gonna use something else and make the same motions okay?”
His hands vanished from my body for a few moments before a soft, light sensation replaced them. It felt almost hair-like in its texture.
My breath stuttered as the sensation changed, my skin feeling almost electric as my senses heightened as a result of the blindfold.
My hand shot out to Noah’s thigh for that sense of reassurance that I needed in the moment.
“That’s it, good girl.” Noah praised as he slowed the motions that he was making on my arms.
The sensations travelled over my shoulders and over my shoulder blades, making my back arch slightly. I felt Noah’s thigh tighten beneath my hand, meaning that he was becoming increasingly more aroused by this interaction.
However, my brain did not share the sentiment.
I was suddenly aware of how my body was so exposed to him like this. I felt myself begin to recoil from the touch as I tried to almost shield myself from Noah’s piercing gaze.
“Stop that.” He commanded. I could hear his more dominant side begin to show.
I obeyed, reopening my body to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, don’t you dare hide from me.” Noah went on, his hand retuning to my arms, stroking them once more before returning to the object he had been using to create those earlier sensations.
I gasped as the object returned, this time on my chest, outlining my breasts before trailing down my stomach and moving to my thighs.
Slowly, I retracted my hand from Noah’s thigh, sitting back up straight as he continued the motions.
I felt myself becoming more aroused as he moved the object towards my inner things. I let out an unintentional moan, which he seemed to enjoy as a quiet chuckle pierced the silence.
“Your noises are so pretty baby.” He practically moaned.
“Please.” I whispered, unable to hold back my desire for my boyfriend much longer.
“Please what, princess. Use your words.” Noah whispered.
“Need you inside me.” I whispered.
“We said no sex sweetheart.” He warned.
“No sex. Just… need something inside.” I hurried.
Noah laughed a low chuckle before moving himself the be positioned behind me, replacing the soft object he had been running over my body with his fingertips once again.
“Can I finger you, pretty girl?” Noah asked. He always asked. He never took a vague answer.
“Of course.” I whispered, leaning back into his check, my back erupting with electric fire at the sensation of his card cock pressed against me as his fingers brushed my entrance.
His touch was delicate against my skin, gently stroking the opening before inserting a finger.
My back arched into him as I moaned, the blindfold heightening my senses. Noah gasped as his finger went deeper inside me. He began to place kisses on my neck as he moved.
“Noah.” I moaned.
“Yes, sweet thing?” Noah replied, voice gasping with arousal.
“Another… please… need it.” I moaned, hurrying the words out.
Without a word, Noah kissed my neck before inserting another finger. My loud moan pierced the silence of the room.
“I can feel you’re close baby.” He muttered. His cock rock hard between us.
I moaned at his words.
“Cum for me angel. Give it to me.” He whispered.
That was all I needed to hear.
My back arched for a final time as my body erupted in pleasure. That white hot wave came over me as I panted in Noah’s arms. I could hear him licking his fingers clean as I lay there.
His gentle hands removed the blindfold, making me blink rapidly to adjust to the change.
“You did so perfect.” He said, eyes full of love and adoration.
I smiled at him as he helped me sit up against the headboard. He passed me the bottle of water, instructing me to take small sips.
That’s when I noticed it.
The feather.
“That’s what I was using on you. I wanted your body to get used to how the blindfold heightens your sensations, but in order for it to work properly, you couldn’t know that it was a feather.” Noah explained.
“I liked it.” I whispered.
“You did?” Noah replied.
“It was strangely relaxing.” I responded.
“Good.” Noah said as he moved over to sit beside me.
He pulled me close and held me tight for a while, refusing to let me go as we came down from the high.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I whispered back.
He kissed me softly before pulling the silk covers back and guiding me into the bed and slipping in beside me. Noah pulled me tight to his chest, and very much like a light switch, as soon as my head his that pillow, I drifted off to sleep.
CW: smut, sub!noah, mentions of spit/saliva (not spit kink), dom!reader, reader is new to being a dom, fingering (f. receiving), body worship, oral (f. receiving), mentions of insecurities surrounding body image
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His hands were soft and warm on my almost bare torso as he sank to his knees, caressing my skin as he lowered himself.
He kissed right above my navel as his knees hit the floor beneath him.
“Wanna worship you.” He whispered, barely audible, his eyes not meeting mine, but instead staring right at the spot he had just kissed.
I could hear my heart racing in my ears. I hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way.
Noah didn’t strike me as the type of man to kneel down in front of a woman and beg to worship her.
If I was completely honest, I had fully expected him to pick me up and throw me down onto the bed, not delicately undress me as though I was made of glass.
I hadn’t expected him to marvel at my features; stopping at every mole, every freckle, every scar, every stretch mark.
Then he looked up at me as if I belonged in a museum behind a bulletproof glass case.
“Please baby. Let me worship you.” He begged, eyes pleading.
I was still confused and slightly unsure about how to respond to his desires. I had never been in the more dominant position before.
However, part of me knew exactly what to do. It was like this situation had activated a long forgotten identity that had been hidden away. The sensation reminded me of when your body goes into fight or flight mode, moving without you even having to think: it just happened.
But despite this feeling being entirely foreign to me, it felt… right.
I placed my hand under his chin and angled it so that he was looking right up at me.
“You want to worship me?” I asked, voice teasing ever so slightly.
He nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling in the warm orange light that was being cast from his LEDs behind his headboard.
I hooked my finger underneath the chain that hung around his neck, the same one that I had often fantasised hitting my face as he pounded into me, and pulled him close, leaning down so that I could whisper right into his ear.
“Take the rest of your clothes off baby.” I whispered.
As the words left my mouth, he hurriedly pulled off his joggers along with his boxers, leaving him naked before me as he took his position on his knees once again.
“Good boy.” I cooed, cupping his cheek.
He practically purred at the words as he rubbed his face against the palm of my hand, like a cat looking for attention.
Noah kissed the palm of my hand, holding my wrist as if he was scared that I might tear my hand away from him.
Then, he pulled my hand away from his face, and gazed back up at me. He had this almost dazed look in his eyes as he took my ring and middle fingers and tentatively opened his mouth, placing the tips of my fingers on the tip of his tongue as if he were testing them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking.
The moan that came out of him was unholy as his eyes rolled back in his head.
I never imagined someone could get so turned on from simply sucking someone’s fingers.
He released them with an exhale as he watched some of his saliva drip from my fingers.
“Good boy.” I whispered, cupping his cheek once again before grabbing his chain and bringing him to stand on his feet and gently pushing him back onto the bed.
He lay back, staring up at me as if I had hung the sun. His large body easily taking up a huge proportion of the bed, his legs open slightly and his arms obediently laid at his sides, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum.
Slowly, I brought my hand up to it, spitting on my hand then stroked his cock.
His back arched at the sensation, hips slowly thrusting into my hand.
With a slight giggle, I placed my hand on his hip, pushing down with just enough pressure to stop his movements. He whined. My six foot three, heavily tattooed metal singer boyfriend just whined beneath me.
And I was still pretty much fully clothed.
“Baby… wanna worship you.” Noah whined.
“I know bubba… you said.” I cooed.
He threw his head back against the bed in frustration. I slowly made my way up his body and straddled his chest, making sure to pin his arms by his side.
Noah’s eyes sparkled as he watched me, his hands reaching up to grip my thighs.
“Want me naked hmm?” I asked.
He nodded frantically.
In response, I rolled off of him and lay beside him on the bed. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Noah sprung into action.
His hands gently pulled my shorts down my legs, before unclasping my bra with precise fingers, letting my breasts spring free.
Lastly, Noah pulled my panties down my legs so slowly that it seemed that he was under the impression that they were made of glass and could break any second.
The air around us was thick as the room descended into silence before Noah rejoined me on the bed.
He retook his previous position and waited obediently.
I took his large hand in my own and guided it down to rest on my crotch, easing it closer and closer to where I needed him most.
Noah ran a finger up and down my opening before slipping it in, my back arching at the sensation as Noah leant up on this elbow to get a better angle.
He rested his head on my chest, a pleasured sigh leaving his mouth as he watched as his finger went in and out of my, his finger glistening as it left my body.
I moaned softly as I joined Noah in watching his movements.
I was close.
Noah knew it too. I could tell by the way that he sped up his movements.
“Want you to cum for me baby.” He mumbled, completely lost in the ministrations that his hands were making.
I didn’t need his permission, but I knew that he viewed my orgasm as a reward for his hard work at pleasuring me with his delicate fingers.
My orgasm came devastatingly hard.
It felt like a wave crashed over my entire body, cleansing me with pleasure over and over again as my thighs shook.
When the fog cleared, I opened my eyes to see Noah looking at me with a look that I could only describe as pleading.
I nodded at him, curious as to what he wanted, then he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked them clean, sucking them deep as he looked at me, moaning as he did so.
“You like it baby?” I cooked, voice soothing and dominating.
He nodded, not removing his fingers from his lips.
“Want more?” I asked with a smirk, spreading my legs for him as he stared at me in complete awe.
Wordlessly, Noah leapt to the space between my thighs and began running his hands up and down my thighs as if he were memorising their texture.
“Talk to me sweetie.” I commanded.
“Wanna worship you.” He repeated as if it were his own personal mantra.
“Go on then pretty boy.” I whispered, leaning up onto my elbows to get a better view at what he was doing.
He still seemed mesmerised by my thighs, running his hands up and down them as if the motion was soothing him in some strange way.
“Pretty.” He whispered as he moved his hands across my stomach, all my insecurities fading into nothingness as he marvelled at my body.
His fingertips traced over stretch marks that I had gone to great lengths to hide for so many years. It was as if he had discovered some ancient artwork that he had become fascinated by.
Then, his hands moved back to my thighs, this time focusing on my inner thighs, tracing the delicate skin before kissing it softly.
Noah’s touch was feather light as he manoeuvred.
He looked back up at me for what I presumed was permission.
“Go ahead baby, worship me.” I whispered, barely able to keep my arousal out of my voice.
Noah smiled at my words before licking a gentle stripe up my entrance, then diving in.
His motions were gentle, as if he were savouring the taste for as long as he possibly could. Large hands came up to squeeze my thighs as he went, holding me as close as he could possibly get me to his face, moaning into my core.
“Noah.” I moaned, gripping his dark brown hair and pushing his face even closer to my entrance.
His moans were loud and unintelligible as he continued eating me out, wet sounds filling the air, but Noah didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, he began to grind against the mattress as he continued, but he didn’t even seem to notice that he was doing it.
“Fuck I’m so close.” I sighed, gripping his hair, making Noah moan in turn.
The familiar wave of pleasure began to build, getting higher and higher until it hit a crescendo and pushed me into a sea of complete bliss.
Noah’s movements slowed as he eased me down from my high before pulling back entirely, the lower half of his face dripping with wetness as I noticed the damp patch at the front of his boxers.
His face went red as he moved to cover it with his hands.
I simply grabbed his chain again, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“Shower?” I whispered.
“Yeah.” He replied, voice breathless.
We spent the rest of the night cuddling as Noah continued to trace my skin with his fingers.
“You really are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen.” Noah whispered, voice barely audible as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder blade and pulled me closer to his chest.
I barely had the energy to speak as I smiled at his words.
He simply snuggled his face deeper into the back of my neck, placing a gentle kiss there too and drifted off to sleep.
In which Noah is your dominant who adores every single molecule in your body. He would stop at nothing to keep you safe, especially when exploring this new sexual part of your life. You had expressed an interest in the BDSM world and the sub/dom relationship and Noah was more than happy to welcome you into his world. After all, you're the love of his life.
In which Noah is your beloved submissive who dotes on your every move. He adores you. He worships you. There is nothing on earth that he wouldn't do in order to obey you. But most importantly, he is the love of your life.
CW: angst, references to a one night stand, not feeling good enough, miscommunication, smut, p in v penetration, unprotected sex
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My bed wasn’t the only thing left cold that night.
My heart that was previously full of warmth and love for my girl was replaced with nothing but a cold and empty pit in which I spiraled down as I tortured myself with the memories of that night.
How could I have been so fucking stupid.
I looked up at the girl who sat across from me in the coffee shop.
Denise? Or was her name Dani? I couldn’t remember and I didn’t care to remember. She wasn’t my girl.
All I knew was that Folio had a friend who had a sister who was single and lonely. That’s when I came in.
Folio had marketed me as some eligible bachelor looking for love, when in reality I was a heartbroken idiot who wanted nothing more than my girl back in my arms.
At this point I’d take whatever I could get of her.
“And then she turned out to be Australian, not British!” Denise / Dani said in an excited voice, finishing some story that I didn’t give a shit about.
I laughed along at her laughter, making sure I didn’t seem like a jackass even though I didn’t even know what her fucking name was.
The date ended not long after that, with me claiming that I was exhausted and felt a migraine coming on.
Denise / Dani wished me well, asking for a second date which I barely registered as I left the coffee shop and bee lined for my car and headed home.
She was on the couch when I got there.
My heart plummeted.
“No joy?” She asked, not even looking up as she knew exactly when I was having a bad day. She always did.
“No.” I replied, my voice short.
“Need another distraction?” She asked.
My heart stopped once again.
Was she joking? Did she have any idea what she did to me?
But for some reason, I couldn’t say no, and before I knew it, we were back where we were.
She tore my clothes off again whilst I undressed her delicately, as if she were a porcelain doll.
She pushed me onto the bed whilst I caressed her soft skin that lay bare before me.
Y/N rode me with the same ferocity that she did on the night that broke my heart and shattered my soul into a million pieces. Still, every single ounce of me belonged to my girl.
She nipped my earlobe and kissed my neck with her perfect lips.
I cupped her face and pulled her face towards mine, kissing her with every damn ounce of love that I felt for her in hopes that she might finally catch the hint and realize how I felt.
I knew I was a coward for not just saying those three words, but those three words were the single most terrifying things that plagued my thoughts.
Much like she did that night, she lay beside me with her head resting over my heart, which beat only for her of course, and drifted off to sleep once we had both finished.
I stroked her hair absentmindedly as I stared up at the white ceiling above us as if it might give me some cosmic explanation as to why my girl would never truly be my girl.
She shifted every now and again, and I let her, prioritizing her comfort over my breaking heart.
We lay like that for hours until she woke up at the sound of her alarm on her phone going off. She reached over and silenced it before slipping out of the bed and walking towards the bathroom in her gloriously naked form.
“What’s that?” I asked, curious as to why she had set herself an alarm so late in the evening.
“I need to start getting ready.” She said with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head and making her breasts bounce ever so slightly.
“For what?” I asked, sitting up, making the duvet fall down, exposing more of my lower half. I blushed as I reached for the covers to give me whatever was left of my modesty back.
“I have a date tonight.” She said.
I felt the knife twist.
“A-a-a date?” I stuttered, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable in her bed. Naked.
She simply laughed that beautiful laugh that I love more than any sound on the planet as she walked away from the bed.
Y/N entered the bathroom and turned the shower on.
I sat there frozen in the bed feeling used.
When she emerged about half an hour later, I still hadn’t moved an inch. I sat there like a fool as I watched Y/N put on a fitted red dress and her jewellery, styling her hair to perfection and do her makeup flawlessly.
That’s when she turned to look at me.
“You need to get out of my bed silly.” She giggled.
I stood, still completely naked, and watched as she changed the bedsheets with practiced efficiency.
My hands raced to cover my cock as I suddenly felt exposed.
She giggled at that and I blushed, feeling my cock twitch.
I didn’t want anyone else to see me like this. Not ever. Not when my entire being belonged to my girl. She was the only one who got to see me like this, blushing, naked and vulnerable.
I never wanted to have to get undressed for anybody else.
She was my girl.
Y/N made the bed as good as new before putting her red heels on and grabbing her purse, popping her lip gloss into the bag before strutting out of the room.
“Wish me luck.” She said as she left my room.
The sound of the front door slamming just about muffled the sound of my heart breaking all over again.
For some odd reason, I still felt vulnerable being naked in her bedroom, so I didn’t remove my hands from my crotch as I walked to my own bedroom despite there being nobody else in the house except me.
I sat on the edge of my bed, as if I were waiting for something. As if Y/N might walk back through my bedroom door and realize that I’ve been there for her this entire time.
She never did, of course.
She went on her date and had a blast, even bringing the guy, who I later found out was called Jamie based on her moans, home to our house for the night.
I, however, sat alone in my room feeling sorry for myself.
How was she able to go out on dates and see other people whilst I stayed at home waiting for something that would never happen.
How was I supposed to move on and find somebody else when she was the one who really owned my heart?
I went back to her of course.
Weeks later when Jamie broke things off with her I found myself naked in her bed all over again. Sure, it was a painful cycle but I would take whatever I could get if it meant that I got to be with my girl, even if it was only for one night.
Nights where she tore my clothes off whilst I always undressed her with such care.
Nights where we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.
Nights where we stayed awake until the early hours of the morning talking about the future as if we were going to spend it with one another.
I savoured every moment that I got, just to hold her close to me and pretend that we were anything other than friends.
As long as I never had to get undressed for somebody else I didn’t mind.
I just hoped to god that someday she would see that I’ve been right in front of her this entire time so that I would never have to watch her move on and have her children have another man’s eyes.
CW: smut, angst, misunderstandings, one night stand, pet names, swearing, p in v penetration
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She was the most gentle creature that I had ever seen. Her entire being was delicate and soft, almost like a porcelain figurine that your grandma passed down so you want to fiercely protect it with your entire being.
However, if there was one thing about Y/N, it was that she never once behaved like a porcelain doll, as evidenced by her slamming of the front door late one night, so loud it made me jump.
“Y/N?” I called out.
She was supposed to be at dinner with her boyfriend of eight months, Grant.
Her footsteps stomped up the stairs, almost shaking the house. I could feel her rage emanating throughout the building.
“I hate men.” She groaned as she pushed my bedroom door open unannounced. Thank god I was only playing Xbox and not doing anything else.
“I’m… sorry?” I replied, feeling the need to apologise on behalf of the male species.
“Forgiven.” She moaned before flopping face-first onto my bed, still in her nice dress that she had spent hours fussing over and her hair and makeup still done flawlessly.
“Grant okay?” I asked, causing her to scream into my pillow. “Okay then I guess that’s a no.”
“He’s a jackass. He flirted with the fucking waitress and got her number when I was in the bathroom so I yelled at him then ubered home.” She explained in an annoyed sigh.
I reached my large hand over to her and rubbed her back soothingly as I always did when she was upset. It was a routine that we had fallen into as kids but never dropped. The circular motion was so simple, yet made us feel so insanely safe with one another.
I felt her body relax beneath me as she lay there.
“Like, I’m not sad about it ending… just mad about how it ended.” She said, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.
In some fucked up way, I was glad that things hadn’t worked out between her and Grant. If anything, it worked in my favour,
You see… Y/N had a special place in my heart.
She had done since we were kids.
But over the years, that small space reserved for the only kid in the playground who wanted to play with me, had grown and grown alongside us as the years passed, until that girl captivated my entire heart, until she captivated my entire being.
The girl who lay beside me on my bed was the only woman that I could ever bring myself to love.
But, she was also the woman that I could never have.
Years of it being the wrong time, with one of us in a relationship whilst the other wasn’t.
Years of me being too much of a pussy to let the words “I love you” tumble out of my mouth.
Years of little moments laying in a dark room together whilst Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You played softly off of her record player, surrounded by fairylights as I stared at her with longing eyes.
And not once had I gotten the courage to tell her.
“So you two are done then?” I asked, fighting to keep that hopeful tone out of my mouth.
“Yeah.” She said, lifting her head from the pillow to look at me.
“Need a distraction?” I offered, pulling her closer.
I had the intention of putting a movie on and distracting her that way, but it appeared as though Y/N had other ideas judging on the sultry look she was giving me.
I gulped.
“Yeah I think I do.” She whispered, moving her leg over mine and moving even closer.
My heart was racing.
Oh my god it was happening.
She used her leg to pull herself over me, running her nails up and down my hoodie clad chest as I felt myself growing hard beneath her.
I was in complete shock.
“Make me feel good baby.” Y/N whispered as she leant down and kissed me.
That was all I needed to hear before I moved my hands from heir position on her hips to caress her back and pull her closer, scared that I was dreaming this perfect moment up.
I kissed her with ever single fibre that I had left in my being.
I kissed her with all the love that I could muster, trying to convey my feelings for her in that kiss.
She ground down onto my still clothed cock which was growing even harder beneath her. Soft, delicate moans spilled out of her lips as we continued.
Gently, I unzipped the back of her dress, making sure not to tear it because I knew how much she loved that dress.
I pushed the straps over her shoulders, her perfect breasts spilling out. She had forgone a bra tonight. They were so soft to the touch as I brought my hands up to caress them.
I savoured every last moment.
“Need you so bad baby.” She moaned into my mouth.
“I’m yours.” I whispered in response.
In truth, I was hers. Mind, body and soul. If she said jump I’d ask how high.
I pulled the dress off of her body with all the delicacy that I could muster before Y/N pounced on me and tore my clothes off, making me chuckle.
It felt good to be wanted that much for her to tear my clothes off without a care in the world.
It felt good to be wanted by her.
“Noah.” She moaned, palming my erection through my black boxers.
I lifted my hips up and pulled them down, my hard cock springing free and tapping my stomach.
She practically drooled at the sight.
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as she looked at me, her eyes analysing every feature of my body as I lay bare before her. I had never felt so vulnerable before in my life whilst feeling so desired and wanted.
She wanted me.
My Y/N.
My girl.
She wanted me.
Before I even had time to register what was happening she was sliding down my length, my back arching at the sensation.
“Fuck you’re big.” She moaned.
“All for you baby.” I moaned back, our bodies finally entwined.
And it was. I was all hers.
She rode me hard and fast, her perfect tits bouncing with every movement.
I simply lay beneath her and marvelled up at her. My girl. I caressed her body with tender love and affection, finally having my girl with me.
“I’m close.” She moaned.
“Me too.” I replied. “Together.” I managed to whisper just before that white hot flash appeared and I released inside of her.
She looked down at me with those perfect eyes of hers, full of affection as I reached my hand up and caressed her beautiful face.
I guided her face down to my own and kissed her softly.
“My girl.” I muttered as she got off of my lap and lay beside me.
I pulled the covers over us both and held her close. My girl. In my bed. With me.
She snuggled close into me, kissing my chest before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I kissed the top of her head and lay there, staring up at the ceiling.
After all these years of running, all these years of hiding, I finally had everything that I’ve ever wanted right here in my arms.
And I was never letting go.
I was on top of the fucking world.
Until I wasn’t.
I woke up alone, the space beside me where she had fallen asleep now cold, as if she had been gone a while.
I rolled over to check the time on my phone, managing to see that is was 8:24 in the morning.
However it was the small piece of paper that caught my attention.
It was a note written in Y/N’s handwriting.
My heart raced with joy and anticipation as I saw it. Maybe she left me something to wake up to. She was always thoughtful about that kind of thing.
My girl.
However the smile on my face was quickly ripped away when I actually read the note.
The scrawling handwriting read ‘thanks for the distraction’.
I had never felt my heart break until that moment.
Maybe she wasn’t my girl after all.
Maybe I was just a distraction to her.
Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be to her.
A distraction.
The memory of last night would fade in her mind, whilst it sat front and centre in my own mind, and we’d just go back to being friends.
CW: smut, dom!Noah, BDSM themes, soft, soft BDSM, conversations surrounding consent, self-depreciative thoughts, comfort, communication, blindfold, discussions of boundaries, discussions of restraints, mentions of toys but none are actually used on reader, fingering f. receiving, discussions of safewords
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The room was dark, exactly how Noah had designed it to be. The walls were painted a dark red, almost black, while a king sized bed sat in the centre of the back wall with a red canopy making it feel almost cage-like. The bed itself was adorned with deep red silk sheets that were neatly made complete with matching pillows.
As I looked around the room, I saw various cabinets full of toys of varying sizes and purposes. There was a cabinet reserve for restraints, one for gags, one for vibrators, the list went on and on and on.
Vanilla scented candles offered a cozy glow to the otherwise dark room and calming my senses.
Noah stood behind me, his large tattooed hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the room.
“Welcome to my playroom.” His warm voice invaded my ears.
Quite frankly I was speechless.
Noah and I had engaged in rougher sex in the comfort of his bedroom, but never in a setting like this. I knew that I was safe with Noah, but I would be lying if I said that the concept of being in a space like this wasn’t somewhat daunting.
“Go sit on the bed for me princess.” His soothing voice spoke again.
Almost as if they were operating on autopilot, my legs made their way over to the bed and I sat down on the edge, watching as Noah made a move for the fridge which sat against the left hand wall among the cabinets. He opened it and produced a bottle of water before making his way back over to me.
He handed the bottle to me and I took a sip, not needing to be told to do so after Noah had engrained the importance of hydration in this scene into me.
“I have a plan for today. You do not need to worry, we aren’t doing anything crazy. We will stick to the traffic light system like we always do. I don’t want to throw in any hand signals or anything else with you at this stage so we don’t overwhelm you. Your safety and comfort is of the upmost importance right now princess.” Noah explained after taking a seat beside me on the bed.
His large hand caressed my thigh as he spoke, offering me comfort in order to keep me relaxed, before he moved over to the speaker that sat on the nightstand on the left hand side of the bed and turning it on. He played some soothing music just like he always did before we were intimate with eachother and guided me through some breathing exercises to relax me further.
Once we were done, he turned to look at me, eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at me.
“I need you naked now princess.” Noah commanded.
I obeyed, of course, my body once again moving on autopilot as I began to enter that more submissive mindset.
I sat in the centre of the bed on my knees per his request, suddenly feeling exposed due to Noah’s lack of nakedness.
“Shhh it’s okay princess.” Noah whispered, kissing my head. “Would this make you feel more comfortable if I was naked too?”
I nodded, my mouth unable to form words as I watched my boyfriend undress for me.
“We are going to ease you into this slowly so there won’t be any sex today baby.” Noah began as he moved over to one of the drawers beneath the cabinets and pulling out a black silk blindfold carefully and walking back over to me, his cock half hard as he moved.
“I’m gonna blindfold you, but again, no sex will be happening today.” He explained before moving closer to me and wrapping the fabric over my eyes. “You look prefect princess.” He whispered.
My body was suddenly aware of every single thing. Noah’s movements on the bed felt more powerful. His footsteps on the floor as he moved over to one of the drawers sounded far louder than they did previously as I tried to focus on his location.
“I’m gonna sit beside you on your left beautiful okay?” Noah explained before moving to my left side and taking his seat there.
I reached my hand out tentatively to see where he was, only to be greeted by his bicep. He took my hand in his own and held it there.
“I’m right here.” He whispered. “Just reach over to me when you need reassurance. I’m right here.”
We remained like that for a few more moments before I retracted my hand.
“I’m gonna start now baby.” He whispered, his hands coming up to cup my shoulders before slowly stroking up and down my arms.
My body felt as though it were on fire. I could feel every callous on his hand, ever ridge, I had never experienced anything like this at all.
Noah didn’t speak as he moved his hands, fingertips trailing down my forearms before moving back up to my shoulders again.
“You’re doing so good for me sweetie.” He whispered. “I’m gonna use something else and make the same motions okay?”
His hands vanished from my body for a few moments before a soft, light sensation replaced them. It felt almost hair-like in its texture.
My breath stuttered as the sensation changed, my skin feeling almost electric as my senses heightened as a result of the blindfold.
My hand shot out to Noah’s thigh for that sense of reassurance that I needed in the moment.
“That’s it, good girl.” Noah praised as he slowed the motions that he was making on my arms.
The sensations travelled over my shoulders and over my shoulder blades, making my back arch slightly. I felt Noah’s thigh tighten beneath my hand, meaning that he was becoming increasingly more aroused by this interaction.
However, my brain did not share the sentiment.
I was suddenly aware of how my body was so exposed to him like this. I felt myself begin to recoil from the touch as I tried to almost shield myself from Noah’s piercing gaze.
“Stop that.” He commanded. I could hear his more dominant side begin to show.
I obeyed, reopening my body to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, don’t you dare hide from me.” Noah went on, his hand retuning to my arms, stroking them once more before returning to the object he had been using to create those earlier sensations.
I gasped as the object returned, this time on my chest, outlining my breasts before trailing down my stomach and moving to my thighs.
Slowly, I retracted my hand from Noah’s thigh, sitting back up straight as he continued the motions.
I felt myself becoming more aroused as he moved the object towards my inner things. I let out an unintentional moan, which he seemed to enjoy as a quiet chuckle pierced the silence.
“Your noises are so pretty baby.” He practically moaned.
“Please.” I whispered, unable to hold back my desire for my boyfriend much longer.
“Please what, princess. Use your words.” Noah whispered.
“Need you inside me.” I whispered.
“We said no sex sweetheart.” He warned.
“No sex. Just… need something inside.” I hurried.
Noah laughed a low chuckle before moving himself the be positioned behind me, replacing the soft object he had been running over my body with his fingertips once again.
“Can I finger you, pretty girl?” Noah asked. He always asked. He never took a vague answer.
“Of course.” I whispered, leaning back into his check, my back erupting with electric fire at the sensation of his card cock pressed against me as his fingers brushed my entrance.
His touch was delicate against my skin, gently stroking the opening before inserting a finger.
My back arched into him as I moaned, the blindfold heightening my senses. Noah gasped as his finger went deeper inside me. He began to place kisses on my neck as he moved.
“Noah.” I moaned.
“Yes, sweet thing?” Noah replied, voice gasping with arousal.
“Another… please… need it.” I moaned, hurrying the words out.
Without a word, Noah kissed my neck before inserting another finger. My loud moan pierced the silence of the room.
“I can feel you’re close baby.” He muttered. His cock rock hard between us.
I moaned at his words.
“Cum for me angel. Give it to me.” He whispered.
That was all I needed to hear.
My back arched for a final time as my body erupted in pleasure. That white hot wave came over me as I panted in Noah’s arms. I could hear him licking his fingers clean as I lay there.
His gentle hands removed the blindfold, making me blink rapidly to adjust to the change.
“You did so perfect.” He said, eyes full of love and adoration.
I smiled at him as he helped me sit up against the headboard. He passed me the bottle of water, instructing me to take small sips.
That’s when I noticed it.
The feather.
“That’s what I was using on you. I wanted your body to get used to how the blindfold heightens your sensations, but in order for it to work properly, you couldn’t know that it was a feather.” Noah explained.
“I liked it.” I whispered.
“You did?” Noah replied.
“It was strangely relaxing.” I responded.
“Good.” Noah said as he moved over to sit beside me.
He pulled me close and held me tight for a while, refusing to let me go as we came down from the high.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I whispered back.
He kissed me softly before pulling the silk covers back and guiding me into the bed and slipping in beside me. Noah pulled me tight to his chest, and very much like a light switch, as soon as my head his that pillow, I drifted off to sleep.
CW: smut, sub!noah, mentions of spit/saliva (not spit kink), dom!reader, reader is new to being a dom, fingering (f. receiving), body worship, oral (f. receiving), mentions of insecurities surrounding body image
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His hands were soft and warm on my almost bare torso as he sank to his knees, caressing my skin as he lowered himself.
He kissed right above my navel as his knees hit the floor beneath him.
“Wanna worship you.” He whispered, barely audible, his eyes not meeting mine, but instead staring right at the spot he had just kissed.
I could hear my heart racing in my ears. I hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way.
Noah didn’t strike me as the type of man to kneel down in front of a woman and beg to worship her.
If I was completely honest, I had fully expected him to pick me up and throw me down onto the bed, not delicately undress me as though I was made of glass.
I hadn’t expected him to marvel at my features; stopping at every mole, every freckle, every scar, every stretch mark.
Then he looked up at me as if I belonged in a museum behind a bulletproof glass case.
“Please baby. Let me worship you.” He begged, eyes pleading.
I was still confused and slightly unsure about how to respond to his desires. I had never been in the more dominant position before.
However, part of me knew exactly what to do. It was like this situation had activated a long forgotten identity that had been hidden away. The sensation reminded me of when your body goes into fight or flight mode, moving without you even having to think: it just happened.
But despite this feeling being entirely foreign to me, it felt… right.
I placed my hand under his chin and angled it so that he was looking right up at me.
“You want to worship me?” I asked, voice teasing ever so slightly.
He nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling in the warm orange light that was being cast from his LEDs behind his headboard.
I hooked my finger underneath the chain that hung around his neck, the same one that I had often fantasised hitting my face as he pounded into me, and pulled him close, leaning down so that I could whisper right into his ear.
“Take the rest of your clothes off baby.” I whispered.
As the words left my mouth, he hurriedly pulled off his joggers along with his boxers, leaving him naked before me as he took his position on his knees once again.
“Good boy.” I cooed, cupping his cheek.
He practically purred at the words as he rubbed his face against the palm of my hand, like a cat looking for attention.
Noah kissed the palm of my hand, holding my wrist as if he was scared that I might tear my hand away from him.
Then, he pulled my hand away from his face, and gazed back up at me. He had this almost dazed look in his eyes as he took my ring and middle fingers and tentatively opened his mouth, placing the tips of my fingers on the tip of his tongue as if he were testing them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking.
The moan that came out of him was unholy as his eyes rolled back in his head.
I never imagined someone could get so turned on from simply sucking someone’s fingers.
He released them with an exhale as he watched some of his saliva drip from my fingers.
“Good boy.” I whispered, cupping his cheek once again before grabbing his chain and bringing him to stand on his feet and gently pushing him back onto the bed.
He lay back, staring up at me as if I had hung the sun. His large body easily taking up a huge proportion of the bed, his legs open slightly and his arms obediently laid at his sides, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum.
Slowly, I brought my hand up to it, spitting on my hand then stroked his cock.
His back arched at the sensation, hips slowly thrusting into my hand.
With a slight giggle, I placed my hand on his hip, pushing down with just enough pressure to stop his movements. He whined. My six foot three, heavily tattooed metal singer boyfriend just whined beneath me.
And I was still pretty much fully clothed.
“Baby… wanna worship you.” Noah whined.
“I know bubba… you said.” I cooed.
He threw his head back against the bed in frustration. I slowly made my way up his body and straddled his chest, making sure to pin his arms by his side.
Noah’s eyes sparkled as he watched me, his hands reaching up to grip my thighs.
“Want me naked hmm?” I asked.
He nodded frantically.
In response, I rolled off of him and lay beside him on the bed. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Noah sprung into action.
His hands gently pulled my shorts down my legs, before unclasping my bra with precise fingers, letting my breasts spring free.
Lastly, Noah pulled my panties down my legs so slowly that it seemed that he was under the impression that they were made of glass and could break any second.
The air around us was thick as the room descended into silence before Noah rejoined me on the bed.
He retook his previous position and waited obediently.
I took his large hand in my own and guided it down to rest on my crotch, easing it closer and closer to where I needed him most.
Noah ran a finger up and down my opening before slipping it in, my back arching at the sensation as Noah leant up on this elbow to get a better angle.
He rested his head on my chest, a pleasured sigh leaving his mouth as he watched as his finger went in and out of my, his finger glistening as it left my body.
I moaned softly as I joined Noah in watching his movements.
I was close.
Noah knew it too. I could tell by the way that he sped up his movements.
“Want you to cum for me baby.” He mumbled, completely lost in the ministrations that his hands were making.
I didn’t need his permission, but I knew that he viewed my orgasm as a reward for his hard work at pleasuring me with his delicate fingers.
My orgasm came devastatingly hard.
It felt like a wave crashed over my entire body, cleansing me with pleasure over and over again as my thighs shook.
When the fog cleared, I opened my eyes to see Noah looking at me with a look that I could only describe as pleading.
I nodded at him, curious as to what he wanted, then he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked them clean, sucking them deep as he looked at me, moaning as he did so.
“You like it baby?” I cooked, voice soothing and dominating.
He nodded, not removing his fingers from his lips.
“Want more?” I asked with a smirk, spreading my legs for him as he stared at me in complete awe.
Wordlessly, Noah leapt to the space between my thighs and began running his hands up and down my thighs as if he were memorising their texture.
“Talk to me sweetie.” I commanded.
“Wanna worship you.” He repeated as if it were his own personal mantra.
“Go on then pretty boy.” I whispered, leaning up onto my elbows to get a better view at what he was doing.
He still seemed mesmerised by my thighs, running his hands up and down them as if the motion was soothing him in some strange way.
“Pretty.” He whispered as he moved his hands across my stomach, all my insecurities fading into nothingness as he marvelled at my body.
His fingertips traced over stretch marks that I had gone to great lengths to hide for so many years. It was as if he had discovered some ancient artwork that he had become fascinated by.
Then, his hands moved back to my thighs, this time focusing on my inner thighs, tracing the delicate skin before kissing it softly.
Noah’s touch was feather light as he manoeuvred.
He looked back up at me for what I presumed was permission.
“Go ahead baby, worship me.” I whispered, barely able to keep my arousal out of my voice.
Noah smiled at my words before licking a gentle stripe up my entrance, then diving in.
His motions were gentle, as if he were savouring the taste for as long as he possibly could. Large hands came up to squeeze my thighs as he went, holding me as close as he could possibly get me to his face, moaning into my core.
“Noah.” I moaned, gripping his dark brown hair and pushing his face even closer to my entrance.
His moans were loud and unintelligible as he continued eating me out, wet sounds filling the air, but Noah didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, he began to grind against the mattress as he continued, but he didn’t even seem to notice that he was doing it.
“Fuck I’m so close.” I sighed, gripping his hair, making Noah moan in turn.
The familiar wave of pleasure began to build, getting higher and higher until it hit a crescendo and pushed me into a sea of complete bliss.
Noah’s movements slowed as he eased me down from my high before pulling back entirely, the lower half of his face dripping with wetness as I noticed the damp patch at the front of his boxers.
His face went red as he moved to cover it with his hands.
I simply grabbed his chain again, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“Shower?” I whispered.
“Yeah.” He replied, voice breathless.
We spent the rest of the night cuddling as Noah continued to trace my skin with his fingers.
“You really are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen.” Noah whispered, voice barely audible as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder blade and pulled me closer to his chest.
I barely had the energy to speak as I smiled at his words.
He simply snuggled his face deeper into the back of my neck, placing a gentle kiss there too and drifted off to sleep.