summary: There’s very little that could ever stop Noah from having what he wants when it comes to being between your thighs, and worshiping you with his mouth. Not even your period can stop him.
cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. himbo!noah, afab!reader (no pronoun use), mention of periods, painkillers, free bleeding and menstrual blood, oral, fingering.
wc: 2.1k
At this point, you could set your monthly cycle by the clock. You’ve made the joke countless times about how much of a well oiled machine you are; you never miss a period, and the dates always line up almost perfectly, but along with it comes that deep, aching need that feels like it can never truly be satisfied. There are enough remarks surrounding period and ovulation horniness that it’s practically turned into a meme, except there’s truth to the idea because you experience the former each and every month.
Along with the desire to grind yourself against the nearest surface like a cat in heat comes the overwhelming twisting and shooting pain of cramps that leave you doubled over if you’re not quick enough with the painkillers, timing them just right to squash the nausea before it can fully settle in. Even so, no amount of medication can prevent the way your body flushes with heat, a heat you fear is merely a preview of what’s to come later in life when the hot flashes finally kick in, nor the added exhaustion that often leaves you too tired and achy to fight with your underwear and pads that, if not pulled up quickly enough, shift out of place.
If it were socially acceptable, you’d probably free bleed. If it were even more normalized, and men weren’t so put off by the idea of period blood, you’d probably find someone to hook up with just to appease the burning desire inside you and counter the cramps you’re forced to suffer through.
That is, at least, until Noah.
A man above other men, because when you warned him your period was due, he didn’t skitter away, fearful and grossed out. Instead, he offered to help in any way you needed, and that eventually led to a whole new monthly tradition with him.
In the early days of your period, you’d have been disgusted by the idea of free bleeding, of ever being without a pad, preferring to be doubled up if necessary because you were unfortunately cursed with a heavy flow, changing repeatedly throughout the day to combat any feeling of being unclean. It wasn’t until over a decade of cycles later that you changed your mind, and all because of this golden retriever sweetheart of a man.
Not only did he spend the first days of your period feeding you a combination of grilled salmon and vegetables, cooked and prepared by him, alongside bowls of fruit with the added treat of dark and milk chocolate, but he also surprised you with an unexpected gift.
“What is it?” you asked, unfolding the blanket you’d just unwrapped, your brow furrowed. He had multiple blankets, as did you, but the gleeful look on his face told you this was more than just a simple blanket.
“It’s a free bleed blanket. We lay this down, and no more worrying about staining towels or leaking through onto the bedding when we…”
The implication was obvious, though your face softened at the gesture, and leaning over, you cupped his jaw, silencing any further explanation with a soft, sweet kiss—your response and thank you to his loving, thoughtful gesture.
Admittedly, you harboured a small amount of embarrassment over the towels and bedsheets you’d managed to ruin, all because his seemingly endless appetite never appeared to be satiated, especially during your monthly cycle. There was a teasing quip about him being a vampire somewhere in there, but one flash of those puppy dog eyes and that sweet smile had you weak at the knees all over again, uncaring that he would happily spend half your period between your thighs, pampering you just as eagerly as he provided you with pleasure.
If you’re like a well oiled machine, then Noah is akin to a bloodhound, able to detect your period and its early signs right before the spotting even starts.
It’s no surprise to you that, in the days leading up to it, he falls effortlessly into your routine, fulfilling each and every need he knows you’ll have without you ever needing to ask, and when the blanket is laid out across the bed, you know exactly what’s coming.
It sets alight that heat inside you, coiling deep in your stomach before spreading down to your core, making your clit ache with the desperate need for his touch, longing for the heat of his mouth and the eager glide of his tongue before he presses himself against you like a man desperately searching for something—a bear seeking out honey.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes to start with.”
If it weren’t for the way he looks at you as he approaches, you’d have long pushed him away and dismissed the idea, but there’s not only hunger in those big brown eyes, there’s adoration too, the kind that makes you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
“Are you going to undress me?” you tease, attempting to sound sultry as you reach out, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability.
“If that’s what I have to do, then I’ll gladly be of service.”
One flash of that sweet smile and your knees weaken as his hands brush from your hips to your sides, slowly gliding the fabric of your shirt upward.
He captures your mouth in one kiss, soft and sweet, then another, before his head dips to the base of your neck, the faintest brush of his lips sending a flutter across your skin and straight through your stomach.
“Stop teasing,” you whine despite yourself, your hands sliding along his shoulders until your fingers curl into his hair, tugging lightly.
With your shirt pulled off, you’re barely given a second to think of another remark before Noah silences you with another kiss. This one’s longer, deeper, more sensual, and your body instinctively draws closer as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your period underwear until everything is left discarded in a pile on the floor.
Mentally, he’s already reminding himself to collect them and throw them in the wash once he’s done taking care of you, but for now…
Lifting you from the floor in one swift, effortless movement, he carries you over to the bed, settling you down onto the blanket before easily parting your thighs with his broad shoulders as he sinks into position between them. Behind you, the pillows are already stacked comfortably, offering support while still allowing you to gaze down between your thighs at your devoted lover.
As you raise your knees, his arms hook behind them, keeping you firmly in place while one large, tattooed hand settles against your stomach. The warmth alone soothes the dull ache of lingering cramps yet to be fully combated by the painkillers you’d taken earlier.
Reaching down to card your fingers through his hair, you catch his gaze lifting to meet yours, the sweetest and most obvious heart eyes staring back at you before he presses a faint kiss to the inside of your thigh, leaving a slow trail upward as he moves higher. There’s a ritual embedded in your routine, one where Noah insists on taking his time, kissing and touching you gently, testing your sensitivity with each small act while pouring his adoration into even the tiniest gestures.
A kiss. A lick. A nip at your inner thigh that turns into a territorial suck—your bloodhound leaving a claiming mark against your skin, and then repeating it all over again until he’s nosing along your slit. The strong scent of arousal mingled with iron fills his nostrils, yet nothing deters him when his tongue darts out in the faintest teasing lick before he spits softly against you, wanting nothing more than to make you even wetter despite the way you already glisten.
“Noah!” you gasp.
His eyes remain locked on yours, the faint tug of a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth before disappearing entirely as you watch him lean forward, the slow drag of his tongue between your folds making you choke on your breath.
“T-there…” Arching your hips, you try to guide yourself closer to his mouth as his tongue strokes upward toward your clit, even the faintest flick is enough pressure in your overly sensitive state.
Your fingers tighten in his hair as you tug lightly, the movements of his tongue pulling more sounds from you while he pushes deeper, swirling around your clit before dipping lower to tease at your entrance, dragging out every single motion as the taste of you floods his mouth—metallic, musky, and sweet in a way that’s dangerously addictive.
Closing his eyes, Noah sinks into the enjoyment of the moment, flattening his tongue against your clit as he drags it back up, spreading friction across the entire sensitive area while your hips buck instinctively, chasing the sensation. Flexing his tongue, he adds more pressure, helping guide you toward your release, and the addition of a finger only intensifies it. His lashes flutter in response to the moan you let out, your muscles tightening around his finger as it sinks slowly and deeply into you while he continues to lap at your clit.
It’s as pleasurable for him as it is for you, something noticeable not only in the audible moans he lets out against you with every sweeping stroke, pressing himself closer like a starved man finally allowed to feast, but also in the not so subtle roll of his hips. Beneath him, his thick erection throbs against the blanket he’s pressed himself onto, leaking despite every attempt to resist grinding against it.
You’re left imagining the prominent vein pulsing along the shaft, the way he twitches in response to your touch, your walls squeezing around his finger as it thrusts deeper inside you in long, deliberate strokes. It curls just enough to press against that sensitive spot tucked behind your clit while his mouth latches onto you, overwhelming you with a dizzying mix of internal and external stimulation.
In your sensitive state, it’s overwhelming, but you’re pinned in place, the thumb of his hand pressed against your stomach in soothing circular motions. The faint hums between his muffled moans create low vibrations that ripple through your already sensitive clit, spreading like wildfire through the rest of you. He’s coaxing you toward the edge, guiding you steadily toward the peak of your climax, ready to send you over while remaining there beneath you, prepared to catch you just so he can do it all over again.
You already know that’s exactly what he has planned, because you know him. Nothing stops Noah from wanting to take care of you again and again if he can. There’s nothing more satisfying to him than your pleasure and being the source of it, the reason you come apart with your fingers tangled in his hair as you cry out his name. The fact that it helps ease this time of the month is merely an added bonus to something he already loves doing.
Adding a second finger, you clench around him again while he continues teasing your clit, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the tip, applying direct pressure before easing off into slow, teasing patterns that circle your clit only to build the intensity again. He repeats the process over and over, all with the intention of edging you closer. Inside you, his fingers spread, slick sounds filling the room as he thrusts them slowly and deeply, feeling the wetness around them spreading while his tongue dips lower for a moment to capture it before returning to your clit once more.
He doesn’t care how long it takes, more than willing to spend hours between your thighs, making you fall apart again and again with his mouth and fingers. He can already feel it happening now in the way your breathing quickens and the sounds leaving you grow shakier by the second. Around his fingers, your walls tighten while his tongue flicks against your clit again, chasing that perfect amount of pressure and stimulation as your hips jerk instinctively toward his eager mouth.
Tugging at his hair, your nails graze his scalp, a shiver running down his spine in response. Beneath you, his cock twitches at the pulsing squeeze around his fingers when your orgasm finally crashes through you, completely lost in the sensation of you unraveling beneath him and imagining the feeling of it around him. His mouth remains devoted to you through every second of it, his tongue eager to catch and lap up everything he can, savouring every last drop and taste of you. He continues to chase it even as he withdraws his fingers, burying his tongue inside you once more, content to help you fall apart until both your appetites are satiated.
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