Kinktober Day 9
day nine->black noir-> exhibitionism
black noir x fem reader smut
Public sex, voyeurism, rough sex, fingering, exhibitionism, clothed sex, dry humping, grinding, oral sex, quickie, dom noir, sub reader, orgasm, superpowered character
The swanky penthouse was abuzz with the sounds of clinking champagne glasses and raucous laughter as the cream of Vought's crop celebrated another record-breaking quarter. Black Noir stood silently in a corner, his dark suit and impassive expression making him almost blend into the shadows despite the opulent surroundings.
You, a promising young supe, mingled among the revelers, your eyes often drawn to the silent, enigmatic figure brooding alone. There was just something about him that sent shivers down your spine - and it wasn't just the simmering power you could sense emanating from him.
As the party wore on, you found yourself wandering away from the crowd, down a quiet hallway. You paused by a window, gazing out at the glittering city lights. Suddenly, a large hand closed around your upper arm. You tensed, then relaxed as you recognized the grip.
"Noir," you greeted in a low voice. "Enjoying the party?"
He didn't answer, just pulled you further down the hallway, into a deserted alcove. He pinned you to the wall with his body, his eyes glittering behind his mask as he leaned in close- not that you would know.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the hard planes of his body pressing against yours. His smell filled your senses - leather and spice and something uniquely masculine. The heat of his skin seeped through his clothes.
Slowly, you slid your hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and linked them behind his neck. "Is this what you had in mind when you dragged me away from the crowd?" you murmured.
In response, he rolled his hips into yours. The thick bulge of his cod peice pressed against your belly, making your head spin. You gasped, then matched the movement, grinding your hips back against him.
He made a low noise in his throat, part groan, part growl. His hands found your ass, squeezing and kneading as he rocked into you. You could feel the heat building between your thighs, dampening your panties.
Your mouth sought his, hungry and demanding. Your tongues tangled as you tried to devour each other. His stubble scratched deliciously at your chin and cheeks.
Suddenly, he spun you around, bending you over the arm of a nearby sofa. You yelped in surprise, then moaned as and shoved your uniforms crotch (or skirt) and panties aside. Two thick, gloved fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your soaked cunt.
"Oh fuck!" you whined out, arching your back. Your nails dug into the upholstery as he fucked you with his fingers, twisting and curling until he found that sweet spot that made you see stars.
He wasn't gentle, but you didn't want gentle. You wanted raw, animalistic passion. His thumb circled your clit as he scissored his fingers, stretching you open. You could feel your orgasm building already, your inner muscles fluttering around his invading digits.
Just as you were about to come undone, he withdrew his fingers. You whined in protest, but the sound turned into a gasp as you felt him freeing his cock. The thick head nudged against your entrance and then he was inside you with one hard thrust.
"Oh God!" you moaned as he stretched you wide. He was huge, filling you completely. You'd never felt so full.
He started to move, long, deep strokes that made your eyes roll back in your head. Each snap of his hips rocked you forward on the sofa, the plush cushions soft against your skin.
One large hand slid up your body to palm your breast, tweaking your nipple through the fabric of your costume. The dual sensations sent lightning through your nerves.
Your hands scrabbled for purchase as he pounded into you, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the alcove. The pressure in your core coiled tighter and tighter as he hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.
"Please," you begged mindlessly, pushing back to meet his increasingly erratic strokes. "I'm going to come."
He growled something that sounded like encouragement and redoubled his efforts. His free hand moved to where you were joined, his calloused fingers finding your clit. He rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub as he drove into you harder, faster.
That was all it took to send you flying over the edge. You screamed his name as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He followed a second later, burying himself to the hilt as he painted your insides with his hot release.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, both trying to catch your breath. Then he eased out of you and stepped back, tucking himself away and adjusting his suit. His mask and hair were mussed, but otherwise, he looked immaculate as ever.
You straightened up and smoothed down your rumpled uniform, your legs feeling like jelly. A trickle of fluid ran down your thigh and you quickly swiped it away.
He held out a hand to help you stand and you took it with a grateful smile. He may be silent, but his actions spoke volumes.
