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𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩
Puppy!Noah x Reader
Tags: breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, praise, chastity cage, soft mommy domme!reader
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“Been so long since I’ve felt you. Missed this,” he whines. Or It’s ovulation week, and you put your breeding puppy to good use.
Based on this request
You’ve noticed just how much Noah seemed to be squirming all day long. You know that he secretly keeps track of your cycle—and you’re aware of the fact that he most likely knows that you’re currently ovulating. You just know that your sweet puppy is simply itching to breed you.
You’ve been teasing Noah all day long. It first starts when you wake up in the morning. He’s spooning you, and you can feel his caged cock pressing against your ass. You can’t help but lightly grind against it, only stopping once your sweet puppy begins to whine a little bit too insistently.
You then decide to pull him into the shower with you. He’s forced to look on as you wash yourself—but he’s not allowed to touch. His hands stay firmly clasped behind his back until you’re finished washing yourself. Not being able to touch your soft skin is truly the worst form of torture for him. You, on the other hand, make sure to thoroughly clean his body—and his caged cock. Watching him squirm while your hands trail over his skin is very much enjoyable.
Throughout the day, you make sure to keep teasing him. You wear one of your tightest tops, the one that really accentuates your chest. It’s a success, because all day long, Noah looks like there’s nothing that he wants to do more than face plant into your titties. You notice how he seems to stare at them and zone out, lost in whatever fantasies his mind is conjuring.
You make sure to periodically feel up his crotch throughout the day, checking for the hard plastic that you know is there. He always makes the sweetest whine whenever you do so, and he gets the most adorably dumb look in his eyes as his mind goes all foggy. You love reminding him that he’s completely under your control.
You’ve also been littering him with praise all day long, making sure to remind him that he’s your “sweet puppy” and “good boy”. You take any chance you get to softly pet his hair, reminding him of his place. Sometimes, you tug on it gently, and it earns you one of his soft, sweet moans.
Currently, you’re both in bed, with Noah sitting against the headboard while you straddle his lap. You’re both naked—though Noah is still wearing his cock cage.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me all day long, haven’t you?”
Noah nods eagerly.
You reach up to cradle his face between your hands, bringing it towards you for a soft kiss. He completely melts into you, almost going boneless as his lips meet yours.
“Good boys deserve treats, don’t they?”
Noah nods, his eyes going wide at the prospect of a reward.
“I think it’s time that we free that pretty little cock of yours, hmm? Finally put it to use instead of it being small and useless inside that cage of yours.”
Noah practically moans at your words.
You unclasp the chain from your neck, removing the key from it. You use your other hand to cup Noah’s caged cock, teasingly running your fingers along the hard plastic. You tap your nails against it, and it makes him squirm. He’s earned his reward, sure, but you can’t help but admire the sight that is his pretty little cock.
It always sends a thrill through you. You get a head rush whenever you’re reminded of the fact that this tall, 6’3” of a giant entrusts you to lock his cock away. You’re so appreciative of the power that he entrusts you with on a daily basis.
Once you unlock the cage and gently remove it, his cock starts hardening almost immediately. You don’t touch, choosing to watch instead. Noah makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, his wide eyes staring up at you, wordlessly pleading. He begins to squirm, visibly uncomfortable.
“What is it that you want, puppy?” You ask, cooing.
You cradle his face between your hands once more, your thumb reaching out to stroke over his jawline. Noah practically melts into your touch.
“Need to feel your soft pussy around me,” he whispers. His eyes are so adorably wide as he pleads.
“Yeah? Do you want to feel how tight my pussy is around your pretty little cock?”
He nods frantically. “Need to breed you,” he whines.
You coo at him. You could never grow sick of hearing him whine and beg. It’s so adorably endearing. “You’ll get your reward soon, puppy. Can you get into position for me?”
You lift yourself off of his lap, allowing him to move freely. He whines at the loss of touch, but still, he obeys. He gets into position, kneeling on the end of the bed, his hands clasped behind his back. His back is straight and his shoulders are pulled back, accentuating his soft chest and tummy. His cock is standing hard against his tummy, the tip cherry-red and desperate for attention. It’s thick and throbbing, and you’re desperate to feel the ache that you know it’ll bring once it’s inside you. There’s a drop of precum beading at his tip, and you crave to lick it up. For as much as you like to tease him about how small his cock is while it’s locked up, the actual size of it when it’s hard always makes you clench your thighs.
Your sweet puppy gets into position so effortlessly. You’ve trained him so well. You let out a soft “good boy”, reaching out to gently scratch at his chin in affection.
“You’re going to watch as I prepare myself, okay?”
Noah nods, biting his lip. He doesn’t like having to watch and not being able to touch. To him, it’s the most evil form of torture. He’s your good boy though—so he’s not going to complain about it.
You prop up the pillows behind you, arranging them until you can comfortably lean back. You spread your legs, making sure that Noah has a perfect view of your desperate, dripping pussy. You then begin to trace your fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness. You’ve been so pent up all day long, and teasing your sweet puppy only seemed to heighten that desperation. You take your time, touching yourself until your fingers are dripping. You gently press against your entrance, letting your fingertip barely dip inside. The teasing only serves to spur on your desperation even more.
You sigh as you softly trace over your clit. It’s a sweet sort of relief.
You drizzle some lube over your fingers and then circle your entrance, before pushing two of your fingers inside, moaning at the stretch. It’s not often that you allow your sweet puppy to fuck you, so you know that you need to thouroughly prepare yourself. He’s quite well-endowed, and he’s accidentally hurt you on more than one occasion.
You can’t help but crook your fingers inside of you, gently pressing against the spot that always makes you gasp.
You press a third finger inside, along with the other two. Your fingers slide so easily into your pussy, especially after you’ve been wet and dripping practically all day long. You look at Noah, but his eyes are intently focused on how your fingers slide in and out of your pussy. His mouth is slightly open, and he’s letting out soft little breaths. His eyes are starting to get that hazy look that you know and love. His hands are still firmly clasped behind his back, but you know that he’s simply itching to reach out and touch you. You notice that his cock is desperately leaking, a drop of precum sliding down his tip.
Once you deem yourself prepared enough, you slide your fingers out. You bring your fingers out in front of you, admiring how wet and slick they are. Noah notices too, and lets out a pathetic whine. You know that there’s nothing more that he’d like to do right now than lick your fingers clean.
You get down onto all fours, and you can hear Noah quietly whine from behind you. You spread your legs even wider, before reaching down towards your pussy. You use your fingers to spread your folds apart, so that Noah can see your pink, glistening hole.
In response, he lets out the most pathetic whimper possible.
You click your tongue, calling him. “C’mon puppy, be a good boy and come mount me.”
Noah doesn’t waste a second, quickly coming up behind you. His hands rest on your hips, softly squeezing them as he kneels behind you. You can feel his thick, hard cock coming up to rest against the entrance of your pussy. He tries to push inside—but ultimately fails, his cock sliding against your clit and making you gasp. He tries to enter you again—but his cock only fruitlessly slides against your folds.
One of his rules is that he’s not allowed to touch his cock—and that includes during moments like these. He can either keep trying and hope that he’ll somehow manage to enter you—or he can ask you for help.
“Can you help me?” He asks, quietly. He can't help how shy his voice is. It always feels so embarrassing when he has to ask. It makes his head get just that little bit foggier though—knowing that he has to completely rely on you.
“Of course, puppy,” you coo. You can’t hold back the soft smile that appears on your face. He’s always so adorable whenever he asks for your help with something.
You reach back, taking a hold of his heavy, hard cock. He gasps when you wrap your hand around him, and you take a moment to tease him, slowly stroking up and down his cock, your thumb rubbing against his tip and spreading the precum that’s been collecting there. You begin to slowly guide him towards your pussy. You sigh once his tip pushes inside. Somehow, you always forget just how big he is. The stretch always feels so delicious.
Once you’ve guided most of him inside, you let go of him, letting him do the rest of the work. He knows to be gentle with you. He slowly pushes further inside, until his hips are flush with yours.
He feels so perfect inside of you, filling you in the best of ways. It feels like your pussy is perfectly moulded around him. Your head feels a little bit dizzy with the sheer pleasure that washes over you. It feels so good to finally have your puppy inside of you.
Noah lets out a little whimper as you clench around him. Still, he doesn’t move, obedient as he waits for your permission.
“It’s okay puppy, you can start thrusting now.”
He’s more than happy to heed your directions. He pulls out until just the tip remains inside, before thrusting back inside in one go. You let out the prettiest moan at that.
“You’re so soft and tight around me. Feels so good,” he whispers.
It’s not long before he speeds up, his thrusts quickly becoming desperate and frantic. His hold on your hips tightens, as he pulls you back to meet every one of his thrusts. He perfectly hits that one spot inside of you, and you can feel yourself involuntarily clenching around him.
“Been so long since I’ve felt you. Missed this,” he whines.
It’s also been a while since you’ve last been in this position, and you feel yourself losing the strength to hold yourself up. Slowly, you begin to lower yourself, until you’re lying flat on the bed, and Noah is fucking into you prone-bone position. He leans down until he’s bracketing your body with his, his chest pressing against your back. His arms come down and wrap around your torso, so that he’s able to hold you in place while he fucks into you. He pulls you back against each of his thrusts, allowing him to fuck even deeper inside of you.
He desperately fucks you into the bed, his hips snapping against yours. He’s not holding back. He’s whimpering so beautifully too, desperate little noises leaving his mouth as he ruins you. It’s been so long since you’ve last allowed him to cum, so it doesn’t take long for him to get close to the edge.
“Can I cum? Please can I cum? I need to fill you up. Need to breed you so good—” he whines.
“You gonna breed me? Fill me up with your pups?”
He nods frantically.
“Fuck me so good until it takes? Cum inside over and over again?”
“Yes! Please mommy,” he whines. His voice is so high pitched, practically hitting that pretty falsetto that you always enjoy pulling out of him.
“Cum for me, puppy.”
He obeys your command, thrusting deep inside of you as his cock begins to spurt. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you up with his seed.
“You’re such a good boy,” you gasp, as his warmth fills you.
Noah keeps rutting into you, fucking his warm cum even deeper into your pussy.
“Need to make sure it takes,” he gasps out. He’s starting to become a little bit too overstimulated, but still, he keeps going. He’ll do anything in order to please you. “Need to make sure I breed you. Need to fill you with my pups.”
You don’t stop him, instead reaching back and gently stroking his side in affection. He dutifully fucks into you, working through his overstimulation in order to please you. He’s your breeding mutt after all—and he’s going to make sure that he’s doing his job.
You slide your hand down to rub circles against your clit, and soon, you’re clenching around him as you fall over the edge.
You gasp as his warmth floods you once more. He ruts into you for as long as he can, a debauched squelching noise echoing through the room as he sloppily fucks his load into your dripping pussy. Soon after, he collapses against you, tired and spent. His cock remains tucked inside you, though it slowly begins to soften.
“Such a good boy,” you sigh, slowly coming down from your high.
You reach your arm back to gently ruffle his hair, carding your fingers through the soft strands. Noah lets his head fall forwards, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before letting his head rest against your shoulder.
He softly pushes his hips flush against yours. “Need to keep you full. Need to make sure none of it spills out. Need to make sure it takes.”
He stays there with you like that, his hips firmly pressed against yours. It feels so good to simply lie there, stuffed full and pinned beneath the weight of Noah’s warm body. His hand gently strokes up and down your side, while he keeps whispering soft filth against your ear.
Eventually, his cock softens, and he slips out. Immediately, some of his cum begins leaking out from your pussy. He uses his fingers to push it back inside, pulling a surprised gasp from you.
“Behave,” you warn in a teasing tone, as you try to smack his hand away.
“Can’t let it go to waste,” he smugly replies.
You reach back to pinch his side in retaliation, and he yelps.
“You yip like a little chihuahua,” you giggle.
He’s not very pleased with you, but he’s not going to argue, either.
The two of you lay still for a moment, catching your breath. The warmth in your pussy feels like it’s quelled some of the ache inside of you—but still, you want more. You ache to be filled again.
You push Noah to sit up against the headboard, and then you lift yourself over his lap, straddling him. As you move, you can feel his cum leaking from your pussy. It drips down onto his legs, and he can’t help the little noise of surprise that leaves him as you leak all over him. You swipe your fingers through the mess, bringing them up to his mouth. You trace the remains of his cum over his lips. His mouth stays dutifully closed, forever the picture of your obedient pup. He knows that he doesn’t get a taste unless you allow him to.
“Open?” You ask, though Noah knows that it’s simply a soft-spoken command. You use your other hand to cup his face, gently holding it in place.
Noah opens his mouth, and you slide your fingers inside. He moans around your fingers, always happy to lick up whatever ‘treat’ you give him. He makes sure to lick around every digit, dutifully swallowing the remains of his cum. Once your fingers are clean, you slowly begin thrusting them into his mouth, gently pushing them further and further down his throat. He gags a little bit, before letting out a loud moan. His eyes are glazed over, and there’s drool leaking from his mouth. You know that he’s thoroughly enjoying it. Having something down his throat always makes him feel so wonderfully dumb and submissive.
Once you think he’s had enough—you don’t want him to become too much of a brainless pup, after all—you remove your fingers from his mouth, wiping them clean against the bed.
“Aww, your poor cock is all soft and small again. We should change that, hmm?”
Noah makes the prettiest noises once you begin to touch his cock, slowly stimulating him until he’s hard again. He’s so whiny, letting out the prettiest little high-pitched noises. His hips keep bucking away from your touch, as he struggles with saying still due to the overstimulation.
“Is my poor puppy too sensitive?” You coo.
He whines in response, nodding. His eyes are so wide and shining, and he looks so pitiful.
“Don’t you want to be a good boy and breed me, though? Fill me up again?” You say while holding his throbbing cock, lifting yourself over it and guiding it inside of you.
He nods frantically. “You can use me,” he gasps, as you sink down onto him.
Immediately, he’s whining. He pulls you close to him, until he can bury his face in your chest.
“It’s too much,” he gasps.
“You can take it, puppy. I’ve got you.”
Despite his words, he’s still rutting into you, his hips snapping up to meet yours as you ride him. You can feel how his cock jolts inside of you, too overstimulated yet still desperate to cum. He pulls you even closer to him, muffling his sobs against your chest as he weakly thrusts up into your pussy. It hurts so much, but he can’t help it. He just wants to make you feel good.
You reach down, rubbing circles against your clit. It doesn't take you long to come undone, your pussy clenching around Noah’s cock.
Noah makes the prettiest noise as he cums, a mixture of a high-pitched whine and a loud keen as he shakes and trembles against you.
You can feel him twitching inside of you, and you know that he’s just cum dry.
“Poor puppy, you’ve been completely milked dry, hmm?”
He’s shaking against you, your body pulled tightly against his. You can feel his tears against your chest. Poor thing is so overwhelmed that he can’t help but cry.
“Oh sweet puppy, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” you coo, wrapping your arms around him and gently stroking over his back.
He holds you even tighter, making a pitiful little whine in response. His cock softens, and you can feel him slip out of you.
You hold him close, softly petting his hair while cooing at him. Once you feel that he’s calmed down a little bit, you cradle his face between your hands, and gently guide him to look up at you.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? You did so well for me.”
His eyes are glazed-over and shining, as soft tears trail down his cheeks. He looks so unbelievably pitiful, yet still, he gazes at you as if you’re something reverent.
He sniffles, nodding his head. “I'm a good boy,” he whispers.
You reach down to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. The gesture always manages to make him smile.
“You’re my good boy. The best puppy. And you did so well today,” you whisper.
He looks up at you through his teary eyes, smiling adorably. He tilts his head up, leaning in for a kiss, and you comply, your lips gently meeting his. You can feel how he melts against you, practically going limp as he allows himself to sink into your touch.
You lay down until you’re resting on your back, and guide Noah to curl up against your side. His face is buried into your shoulder, but you know that he’s definitely still got that blissed-out and dazed look in his eyes. You softly coo at him, whispering gentle praises.
You place one of your hands on his bare hip, softly rubbing circles into the soft skin there. He’s so warm to the touch. Your other hand makes its way to the back of his head, gently scratching at his nape and running your fingers through his hair. It’s gotten so long recently, and secretly, you hope that he never gets a haircut.
Noah makes a soft little happy noise in the back of his throat. He adores the attention.
“I’m going to keep you unlocked for the next week, m’kay?”
Noah lifts his head up, tilting it, looking adorably confused. His eyes are still glazed over, and he’s letting out soft little breaths as his heartrate slows.
“It’s so that I can have easy access to that pretty cock of yours, of course. I need you to be available for breeding all week long,” you say, giggling, swiping your finger through the puddle of cum on Noah’s thighs, and bringing it up to his mouth.
He eagerly licks it up, without even thinking.
“I expect that pretty cock of yours to be hard and ready for breeding anytime that I want, okay? I need my little breeding puppy to be available for me to use whenever I please.”
Noah nods eagerly, the prospect of getting release every day, multiple times a day, sounding too good for his little puppy brain to handle. Not to mention the fact that he’ll get to breed you over and over again—fucking his cum into you until it takes. His cock weakly jolts as he thinks about filling you up with his pups.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re planning on making him cry from overstimulation during every single one of those days, riding him into oblivion until that pretty little cock can’t do much more than spurt weakly as you milk him dry.
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🌸 camboy!noah headcanons 🌸
***NSFW below the cut, minors DNI***
🌸 loves everything in soft pink, his toys, his decorations - even at Starbucks he just can’t help but order a pink drink every time he gets there
🌸 10/10 certified good kitty, eager to please his audience
🌸 he’s a little arrogant but how could he not be after watching himself get off on cam every other night - he just knows that he’s beautiful
🌸 loves being naked - seeing the way his tattoos move under the LED lights in his studio almost feels hypnotising
🌸 can easily switch from funny, careless entertainer to the most seductive pretty boy you’ve ever seen
🌸 he craves the attention and only seing that hundreds of people are watching him right now is enough to make him hard
🌸 a little size queen - he just likes feeling completely full and being reduced to a whimpering, drooling mess while he bounces on the pink monster dildo one of his viewers sent him
🌸 specialised in coming untouched
🌸 desperately wants a romantic relationship with someone who shares his exhibitionist hobbies with him
Chokehold
A/N: Sorry it’s been a few days, got busy and haven’t had much time but I’m gonna try to bang out a few of these tonight!
Requested by yours truly: @givemesomethingbeautiful
Summary: You get a new pair of boots that Noah is obsessed with and you make sure to make him prove it.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI 18+, Sub!Noah x Dom!Reader, boot licking (literally)
MDNI 18+
Today was the day that you were expecting a package in the mail. Particularly a larger package from Killstar, one of your favorite goth brands. You hadn’t told Noah that you were expecting a package, only because you wanted it to be a surprise. Just weeks prior, Noah was sitting beside you, scrolling through Instagram when he got an advertisement for Killstar, his eyes lighting up as he showed you the phone.
“Babe, these would look so fucking hot on you, you have no idea.” He said with a smile and you took a mental screenshot of the ad before ordering them yourself without him knowing.
Fast forward to today, Noah wasn’t home and you were very impatiently waiting around the house for the package, which was due to arrive any minute according to the FedEx tracking. You had been checking it constantly, unable to contain your excitement. You’d been dying to finally get them and surprise Noah with them.
You distracted yourself by going upstairs and doing your hair and makeup nice, laying out some recently bought lingerie on the bed. You’d picked out fishnet tights with a a black lace bra and thong and laid out the leather collar and leash that you had originally bought to use for you. But today, Noah was the contender.
Once you finished doing your hair, you got a notification on your phone from your Ring camera that someone was at your front door. That someone being the FedEx delivery driver. You audibly gasped before flying down the stairs and to the front door, flinging it open as the FedEx driver departed, staring down at the large black package on the porch. You bent down and picked it up, grinning from ear to ear before bringing it into the house.
You took the package upstairs with you, tearing your clothes off and putting on the lingerie you had laid out before opening the packaging and revealing the long awaited boots that you couldn’t wait to show off for Noah.
You carefully pulled the lid off the box and pulled back the tissue paper, revealing the two large, black leather boots that were adorned with buckles and spikes, the chunkier and bigger, the better. You pulled them out and removed the paper that was stuffed inside of them before pulling on some thigh high black socks over your fishnets and pulling on the boots, zipping them up the sides.
You walked over to the body length mirror on the wall, admiring the boots in the mirror with your whole outfit with a wide grin, biting your lip knowing how Noah was going to react. You couldn’t wait until he got home to see.
You grabbed your phone and shot Noah a text, unable to contain your excitement.
‘Noah, you need to get home…NOW! It’s an emergency!!!’
You sent, laughing to yourself knowing full well it wasn’t really an emergency, but the wetness already seeping into your panties was beginning to feel like one.
You ran downstairs and took a seat on the dining room table, the collar and leash sat beside you as you scooted back and spread your legs, waiting for Noah to arrive. He wasn’t far away, he had only ran over to Jolly’s, who only lived about ten minutes away.
The ten minutes turned into five before Noah came flying through the door, you could hear the panic in the way he slammed the door shut behind him and his keys hitting the floor.
“Y/N! Y/N baby where are you? Are you ok?” He was shouting, panic seething through his voice and you saw him practically sprint around the corner, coming to a dead halt when he saw you on the table spread out for him. His jaw dropped, literally, and you could see his chest heaving from the anxiety.
“The emergency is in my pants. I’m wet, and you’re going to do something about it.” You said, biting your lip and he rolled his eyes, pulling his hand over his face.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N! You can’t do that to me, ever again! Jolly almost called the police!” He shouted, his hands making their way to his hips before he really took in your appearance and noticed the boots. His mouth fell open, yet again. “Y/N, are those…?” He trailed off and you nodded with a smile.
“Mmhmm! Surprise.” You smirked and he bit his lip, walking over and dropping to his knees in front of you.
“Oh fuck baby, you’ve got no idea. I told you how fucking hot these would be on you. I knew I’d be right.” He practically whispered as he grabbed onto one of your legs, running his hands along the material of the boots.
“I knew you’d like them. So I thought I’d surprise you.” You beamed and he gave a small smile, beginning to kiss up the inside of your leg.
“I’m already getting hard.” He muttered and you reached beside you, grabbing the leather collar.
“Good boy, getting hard for me already.” You purred. “Look up,” You instructed, reaching forward to place the collar around his neck and securing it, grabbing ahold of the leash. “Are you going to keep being a good boy for me?” You asked and he nodded, the tent in his pants painfully obvious.
“I’ll be a good boy for you baby, tell me what you want,” He whispered, looking up at you and you wrapped the leash around your fingers before pulling it towards you gently.
“I want you to eat my pussy. I’m so fucking wet for you Noah,” You whined, scooting closer to the edge of the table so he had better access to you. He nodded, reaching up and pulling your panties to the side before seeing the fishnets.
“These are in the way, baby girl,” He said before ripping them down the middle so he could access your glistening pussy, the wetness spreading over your folds and you gasped, swatting Noah’s hands.
“Noah! You weren’t supposed to tear those! Hmm, that’s a bad boy, you owe me a new pair. No you don’t get to fuck me.” You spat and he frowned.
“How else was I supposed to get to it?” He scoffed and you shot him a glare.
“AND you’re talking back to me? Even worse, watch it or you don’t get to cum.” You said with a sharp yank of the leash and Noah jolted forward, his chest hitting the edge of the table. His eyes went wide and he coughed slightly, reaching up and rubbing at his neck.
“S-Sorry, baby,” He whimpered and you smirked.
“You better be. Now, since you ripped my fishnets, get busy. I will tell you when I’m done and you will not rush me.” You commanded and he answered with a curt nod before gripping onto your thighs and burying his face into your folds.
You moaned out softly, grabbing onto his hair while he lapped hungrily at your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it gently. He reached up and gently pushed a finger into you, your pussy clenching around his finger in response.
“Oh fuck, more,” You begged and he began to circle his tongue around your clit, sliding his finger in all the way before beginning to pump it in and out at a fast pace. You were moaning and panting loudly, feeling your climax building up before you reached down and grabbed his hand. “Stop,” You commanded and he removed his finger slowly, pulling away from you.
“Is everything ok?” He asked, genuine concern in his eyes and you nodded.
“I’m fine baby, just, take your clothes off, now.” You demanded and he reached up, unbuttoning his black button up shirt before peeling it off and discarding it on the floor. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down before kicking them off to side and kneeling back in front of you, his hard cock angrily pulsating at the cool air it was now exposed to.
“Now what?” He asked and you gave a devilish smile.
“Spit on your cock and stroke it.” You said and he blushed before obliging and looking down, letting the spit fall from his lips onto his dick before he began to stroke it slowly. “That’s a good boy, look at how hard you are for me. Don’t you just wish you could be inside of me right now?” You asked and he nodded furiously, you chucked in response.
“Can I please fuck you?” He begged and you shook your head at him.
“I will tell you if you can fuck me or not when I’m ready. Shut up and stroke faster. I want you to do it until you’re about to cum, and then stop.” You commanded and his eyes fluttered closed as he picked up the speed, stroking himself faster, sighs leaving his lips before he opened his eyes again.
“Fuck baby, you make me want to cum,” He panted and you smiled, placing your feet on each of his shoulders.
“Does seeing me in my new boots make you want to cum?” You asked and he nodded, biting his lip as he rested his head on the toe of the boot on his right shoulder.
“You’re so fucking sexy in these boots babe.” He moaned out, precum and spit coating his dick as he stroked it quickly, you almost couldn’t take it anymore. Your pussy was throbbing with need, you needed to cum again.
“Fuck, Noah, stop,” You whined out, dropping your legs from his shoulders. “I’m going to let you fuck me now.” You said, yanking him up off the floor with the leash and roughly pulling him towards you.
“Are you sure?” He asked, spreading your legs and hooking them around this waist as he pulled you to the edge of the table.
“Yes, Noah, please,” You begged and he closed his eyes as he roughly pushed into you, your mouth falling open as he bottomed out, his teeth clenching at the feeling.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m not going to last very long.” He whined and you grabbed onto his biceps.
“Well you’re not going to cum until I do, so I suggest you hold it.” You snapped and he gave a small smile at your snippiness.
“You’re so hot when you’re mean to me.” He groaned and you ground your hips against his.
“Less talking, more fucking. Now go.” You seethed through your teeth and he grabbed ahold of your hips before he began to thrust quickly, moans falling from your lips as he fucked you on the dining room table. The sounds of the table scooting across the hardwood filled the room along with the sounds of your wetness and skin slapping.
Noah fucked you hard and fast, reaching between the two of you and using his thumb to rub your clit in circles, you threw your head back and moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Noah, I’m cumming,” You cried out, arching your back and digging your nails into his arms as you came, hard on his dick. Your pussy was squeezing his cock tight with every wave of your orgasm, his thrusts faltering.
“Baby, I-I’m going to cum, can’t…hold it…” He grunted and you roughly pushed him away from you, him stumbling back and gasping at the loss of contact.
“Not in me, you’re not.” You snapped before bending your knees and planting your feet on the table in front of you, the boots being his main view. “You’re going to cum on these.” You demanded and he raised an eyebrow.
“Won’t they get ruined?” He asked and you shrugged.
“You’re going to clean them off.” You said and he just huffed with a quick shake of his head before taking his cock in his hand, jerking it quick and fast.
“I’m going to cum baby,” He panted, gripping onto your knee as he moved himself close to you, jerking his cock as you watched his face, the tell tale signs of his finish taking over. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open, a loud grunt leaving his lips as his hips jerked forward, the cum shooting from his cock all over your brand new boots. He painted them white in thick ropes, the cum beginning to run down them as he rode out his high in his hand.
“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” You purred, reaching up and gently stroking his face. “Cum all over me,” You begged and he leaned forward against your shins for support, trying to keep himself up right.
“Sorry about your boots,” He panted and you raised your eyebrows.
“Oh, you’re sorry?” You asked and you grabbed onto the end of the leash, pulling his head down to the level of your shoes. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. Clean them, now.” You spat and he blinked up at you, gulping.
“Well I need something to clean them with,” He muttered and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.
“Yeah, you do, and you got it right there. Open your mouth.” You grumbled and he gave a look of distaste.
“I-really?” He asked and you laughed.
“Are you serious right now? Yes, fucking really. Lick. It. Off.” You huffed and he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning in. You were surprised he was actually going to do it. You almost didn’t let him because you were so shocked that he agreed, but the shock was replaced with another wave of turned on when he looked up at you with dark eyes and stuck his tongue out far, lapping up the streaks of cum from your boots.
Your mouth fell open and your eyes went wide with surprise as he licked all of his cum from your boots, even reaching down and using his discarded shirt as a rag to clean the remaining saliva off of your boots before tossing it back on the floor once they were clean.
“Good as new.” He said with a smile and you looked down at your boots, seeing that they were in fact clean as a whistle.
“Good job, what a good boy.” You said and he leaned down, giving you a soft kiss. “Now go brush your teeth.” You said with a laugh, gently pushing his face away from yours.
That’s a wrap! I hope you loved it, I had fun writing it!
Tags: @branika182
[Want to Give You All That I Can] Give
pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem reader word count: 1.5k warnings: fdom/msub dynamics. Noah is a service top. and kind of reader’s toy. use of puppy as a nickname. cockwarming. edging, in a way. use of a vibrator. p in v sex. reader discretion is advised. 18+ author’s note: I’ve been impatient to write more sub!Noah, and while normally this would undergo major editing before seeing the light of day, I’m trying to stop being such a perfectionist because frankly, it sucks the fun out of writing. so have my (mostly) unfiltered brain. I was also trying to keep this under 1k, but you know, can’t win ‘em all.
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Noah’s cock sinks inside easy enough with a little lube, sliding home with the gentle encouragement of his fingers circling your clit.
the two of you exhale in sync, you as you adjust to the stretch, Noah to the snug fit of your pussy surrounding him.
all it took for him to get the hint was you pawing at him two minutes into laying together on the couch. close wasn’t close enough. you wanted him inside you.
it didn’t take much to get him worked up. a few kisses, your ass pressed to the crotch of his sweatpants, and he was delightfully hard for you. it’s cute, really.
“rough day?” Noah nuzzles into your neck, and your hand comes up to cradle his head.
you hum out an affirmative.
he’d guessed as much when you’d broken out your comfort movie. he’s lost track of the amount of times you’ve spooned to Howl’s Moving Castle until you’ve fallen asleep. either with a leg slung over his hip and your arms hugging his waist like he’s your own personal pillow or his arms around you, mouthing over your shoulder, your neck, your jaw and delighting in your soft huffs of laughter as he does his best to distract you.
“you can use me.”
you can’t help the way your stomach flip-flops.
you smile softly. your sweet boy. always so willing; so good to you. “I intend to,” you tell him.
his eyes flicker briefly, as if he’s anticipating the thought—you making good on your promise. his hum vibrates against your skin.
“just wanna lay here for a little while first.”
it feels nice, being so close. all wrapped up in him. it’s a special level of intimacy that satisfies a craving you’ve had for some time. and he’s warm, so warm.
you feel so full, and that’s even before you add a vibrator to the mix. the vibe makes you feel more so, now hyperaware of the way your cunt squeezes around his cock with every pleasurable vibration.
believe me, Noah’s even more aware.
“fuck, baby.” it doesn’t take long for his voice to crack on a whine. “can feel you fluttering around me. milking my cock.” he nips at your jaw. “having fun?”
he takes you coming around his cock for the first time as a yes.
the second, he chalks up to compensation for your day from hell.
he’s not totally convinced that the third isn’t you getting him back for when he’d bratted out last week and made sure you’d walked in on him touching himself without your permission. coming, too.
as if you hadn’t doled out punishment enough.
because the fourth. the fourth is torture. plain and simple. and he knows you’re not so far gone that you don’t know it. he also knows you’re enjoying it.
his little hitches of breath. the barely concealed moans and whimpers and whines that he should know by now you want to hear. the feel of him twitching inside you as you come yet again, your walls bearing down on his throbbing length as your orgasm overtakes you in continuous waves.
he doesn’t know if you’re testing him, but frankly, he doesn’t have the willpower or the mental bandwidth required to not flunk. maybe the fifth is his penance.
or a lesson in patience, maybe, as his own orgasm builds excruciatingly slowly, little by little, bit by bit, cut off every time you come and pull the vibe away from your clit, only to start again a few seconds later.
he knows he’s the one who said to use him, but admittedly, he hadn’t expected this. it feels an awful lot like he’s a toy just meant to add to your pleasure—you could’ve just as easily used a dildo—and the thought makes him feel a little dizzy, a little weak, a lot turned on.
if a toy is what you want, he’ll be your good boy, let you have your fun and dutifully warn you when he’s nearing the edge—with a note of pleading because, please. don’t make him disappoint you. he knows he’ll be powerless to stop if you decide to keep going. he won’t be able to hold back, and he’s trying so hard. the way his stomach tenses is evidence of that.
“baby, I’m close.” Noah’s voice wavers with the pulsing of your cunt. for a moment, it almost syncs up with his heartbeat, throbbing a steady rhythm in his cock that you can feel. “shit,” he groans, as if pained. a thin layer of sweat coats his body, his neck and chest flushing red as he exercises what little bit of restraint he has left.
you’re leaking—your arousal pooling on his thighs—and he doesn’t know how much longer he can resist bucking his hips and thrusting up into you. emptying himself inside you.
so, yes, he’s pleading. begging. praying.
you like seeing him lose control like this, all the while knowing he’s still on your leash and he wants nothing more than to please you. in these moments, it’s his only desire. he lives to please you, and when he’s being a brat, he lives to make it up to you.
your hand finds his lower abdomen, quivering and trembling under your palm as your walls give the illusion of suckling his cock head.
you consider him for a moment.
“nice and hard, promise me.”
“I promise,” Noah mumbles, nosing into you. “I’ll fuck you so good. just the way you like. make you forget all about your day.”
“go ahead, puppy.” you arrange yourself to where you can lean forward on your palms and tug him over top of you. “fuck me.”
within seconds of being on all fours, Noah’s hand is pressing down on your lower back, guiding you to arch for him. you barely get the chance to wiggle your ass for him playfully before his bicep is snug against your neck and he’s pounding you into the cushions at your request. in no time at all, his thrusts are repeatedly hitting all the right places, your eyes practically rolling into the back of your head as he sets your nerves alight, fucking you in that way only he can.
he might be on top, but you’re the one with all the power; he’s wrapped around your finger, a big, strong man that crumbles when you so much as look over your shoulder and tell him how good he’s being. how well he’s fucking you.
“this what you want?” he’s so close his breath tickles your skin, his voice sounding low as he pants in your ear. “that feel good? you like that?”
you whine in answer, your head resting on the armrest as you arch further, flames of pleasure licking at your lower belly.
“my sweet boy.” you move your head, your cheek rubbing up against his. “always does such a good job. fucks me so good. just the way I need it.”
and about the crumbling, well, case in point.
he practically mewls at the praise, his hips faltering for a moment before resuming their brutal rhythm as his other hand drifts between your thighs.
“want us to come together,” you tell him. “I want to feel you.”
“yeah?” something like a soft whimper escapes Noah’s lips. “you close, baby?”
you nod.
“me too,” Noah manages from behind a clenched jaw. “please,” he groans, “can I—?”
“I’m right behind you; just don’t stop.” you grip his wrist, Noah’s fingers obediently continuing to work over your clit.
with a guttural growl that even burying his face into your shoulder does nothing to muffle, his warmth is spilling inside you, your own walls clenching around him as he does. your cunt milks him greedily, every last drop, as he twitches and spasms. long, agonizing spurts that reflect just how long he’d been building up his release as he half collapses on top of you.
his vision goes black at the edges, his head goes quiet and even his legs shake, and still the question on the tip of his tongue is—
“did I do good?”
oh, sweet boy. of course that’s the first thing out of his lips.
you suspect he already knows exactly how good, but that doesn’t mean you can’t indulge him a little.
“you did so good, baby,” you praise, “c’mere.” you press your lips to his, and dazed as he might be, he still doesn’t waste any time in returning it, slow and tender.
when you pull away, you rest your forehead against his, breath mingling, a soft smile on your face.
“thank you,” you whisper, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.
he grins cheekily, blinking cutely at you. “told you I’d deliver.”
A Noah a Day Keeps the Doctor Away: Feral Friday Edition
Today’s installment? Just bad, bad decisions. Happy Feral Friday Friends 💛
@death-ofpeace-ofmind @m0rethanhuman @overmydeadbodysblog @the-kaelynator @supersquirrel1996 @shayeanna-ashlie @aylaannmarie @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @mrslumi
Now that I got that little bit of angst out
Here are some smutty ideas 🔞
Currently thinking about best friend’s “idiot” younger brother!Noah who is always around (college parties, sleepovers, trips to the mall, etc) because he has a huge crush on you but tries his best to annoy you because
(1) he wants to keep you from finding out
But (2) he also really wishes you would snap and treat him like the little sub he is
And (3) he wants you to yell at him so he has something to fantasize about in the shower later while jerking off
[REUPLOAD]
Part of the Butterfly Universe
Pairing: Sub!Noah Sebastian X Reader
Word Count: 1,710
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
Banner by @xmads-omensx
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.