#dom noah

You’d gone to see Noah before he went out on stage. Big mistake.

Just the sight of him in his outfit, mask ready in hand, that one glove. Everything about him was a turn on for you in that moment and he knew it.

You didn’t miss the sly smirk on his face as he looked you up and down when he’s caught you staring again.

“You ok?”

You nodded but you knew he didn’t believe you, he knew your body better than you did sometimes.

Noah pulled his mask over his face and pulled you into a firm but quick kiss.

“Enjoy the show baby, I’ll be counting down the hours until I get you alone in that hotel room tonight”

And with that, he walked to side of the stage with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he prepared to go on. And you were left standing to watch side stage.

You swear that Noah made sure he was ‘extra feral’ during this performance, his growls were deeper, he’s moves were more calculated, he stalked the stage like a predator looking for his pray and making sure to catch your eye while doing it. All of which left you practically drooling while clenching your thighs together.

After the show, he didn’t hang around at the venue and got you both back to the hotel as quickly as he could.

And now Noah was carrying you across the room, dropping you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. He stood at the edge, his eyes devoured you, your flushed cheeks, parted lips, the need in your eyes that had been building all fucking night.

He stripped off his tank top in one motion, the black fabric hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Your mouth went dry.

His tattoos moved with every breath. His arms. His back. His abs. His fucking veins, even seeing his chain swinging, it was too much. You moaned just looking at him while your legs instinctively squeezed together.

Noah’s hand gripped onto your thigh and gently pushed your dress back so it fell against your hips.

“Ah, ah, ah, angel. Keep those open, show me how wet you got just from watching me perform tonight”

You obeyed, instantly spreading your thighs, showing him your soaked underwear which his gaze ate up.

He groaned. “Fuck. Is that all for me?”

One hand trailed down your body before he dragged your panties down and tossed them aside and then he knelt between your legs.

And stared.

“Look at this pussy” he whispered, more to himself than to you, his eyes never faltering. “So wet for me, its like your were made just for me”

You whined at his words, thighs twitching in anticipation.

He didn’t even touch, just breathed against you, watching the way you pulsed and clenched for him.

Then he licked a slow stripe from base to clit, groaning low in his throat like you were his favourite fucking meal and he had been rationed.

“Oh god…Noah…”

“Say it” he growled. “Say who this pussy belongs to”

“You…It’s yours, all yours…”

“That’s right” He kissed your inner thigh, then the other. “Every inch of you. You’re all mine baby, mine to ruin as I please”

He moved up your body, slipping your dress off as he went, he kissed your neck, your chest, sucked a mark right beneath your collarbone, before finally pulling his trousers down just enough, freeing his cock.

Your breath caught again.

He was hard and heavy and already dripping for you.

He lined himself up and pressed just the tip against your soaked entrance, he didn’t push in, not yet.

“You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

“Yes….please…”

“I can feel it. Your body’s just begging to be bred”

Your whole body jolted at the word. He smiled darkly as he stroked your hair off your face.

“You want me to fill you up angel? Stuff this pretty pussy and make you mine in every way?”

You were beyond words now, just moans, nods and desperate whines as you tried to lift your hips to meet his in need.

And then he thrust in all at once.

You cried out, clenching around him instantly as he bottomed out, his cock pressing deep inside. He hissed against your neck, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding under your thigh to angle you exactly how he wanted.

“So fucking tight!” he groaned low in his chest.

And then he started to move, deep, punishing thrusts that rocked the bed. Every slap of skin echoed through the room, every moan swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you hard.

“You’re gonna come for me and then I’m gonna fill you up, I want you to feel me dripping out of you for days”

You were so close after being wound up for so long, you felt the sinful twisting in your stomach, your whole body was clenching and every nerve felt alive under his words.

“You ready to be mine?” his hips started to jerk out of his usual rhythm, signaling he was about to finish as well. “Always my good fucking girl”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours…I’m….”

Your words got caught in your throat as you felt yourself come undone and you were falling apart beneath him, body shaking as he held you through it. And only then, did he let himself go, groaning as he emptied himself inside you, holding so deep you could feel every pulse and twitch of him.

Noah collapsed into you, breathing hard, lips brushing your shoulder as he rode out his own high. He then kissed your cheek so lovingly as he pushed himself back up onto his forearms.

“You’re mine, always.”

You leant up and kissed him lazily as you both relaxed into each other’s hold, he made no effort to pull out and stayed exactly as he was.

The house was cast in a dim light, the silence was almost deafening save for when the floorboards creaked under your weight as you moved slowly down the hallway.

You were listening out for Noah, you’d left out a ghostface mask on the living room table for when he came home.

You’d heard him chuckle under his breath before it went quiet. The game had begun.

You couldn’t stop the small smile from forming as you crept further along, you knew he wouldn’t be far away, for a man his size he could be scarily quiet on his feet but that just made the chase even better.

You were debating on doubling back on yourself when you heard the same floorboard behind you groan and felt his presence towering behind you before you heard his voice whispering in your ear.

“Run”

You gasped as you felt the heat of his breath and you broke out into a run but of course it didn’t take Noah more than a couple long strides before you felt his arms lock around your waist, lifting you off the ground while you giggled as he carried you into your bedroom before throwing you down onto the bed and watching your body bounce on the mattress.

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight than that, anyone would think you wanted to be caught”

You stared up at the ghostface mask that was lit up by the bedside lamp, you felt your core throb with the anticipation of what was to come.

Noah had already taken his shirt off and was left only wearing his jeans as he stalked closer so he could lean down over you.

“Enjoying the view baby? Let’s see how much”

Noah’s fingers hooked into your underwear and pulled them down your legs and chucked them behind him as he opened your thighs.

“There’s a surprise, my little slut is already dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet”

He cocked his head to the side as he dragged a finger slowly over your folds.

“Does the thought of being in danger turn you? Or is it just the mask?”

Your breathing started to quicken as you cleared your throat to respond.

“B..both”

Noah let out a low distorted chuckle from behind the mask, humming as his fingers trailed further down, teasing your entrance more.

“Get on your knees”

You obeyed without hesitation, heart racing in your chest as you shifted on the bed, hands steadying yourself on the edge as you turned and knelt before him. He stood tall, mask tilted downward, watching your every move like a predator admiring his prey as he unzipped his jeans slowly.

“If you’re gonna act like a little slut, I want you to show me how much you love being used like one”

His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, the tip flushed and leaking. He fisted the base lazily as he stepped closer, letting it brush against your lips.

“Open”

The moment you did he pushed inside, letting out a shaky groan. His hand moved to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He didn’t thrust, just held you there, letting your tongue swirl around the head of his cock, teasing him the way he always teased you.

“Eyes up”

You looked up, straight into the Ghostface mask. That blank stare looking back at you, his eyes hardly visible at all through the plastic.

He groaned, letting his hips roll forward.

“Fuck…look at you, you look so pretty with your mouth full”

He started to move, letting himself sink further each time.

“This what you wanted? To gag on my cock while I watch you through this mask?”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you moved your head faster and reached your hand up to grip him and move in time with your mouth, feeling yourself clenching as you listened to his low growls.

You sucked on him harder, moaning around him as you felt him twitching.

“Fuck…that’s enough”

He gripped your hair, slowly pulling you off his cock with a wet pop, your lips swollen and a line of spit still connecting you to him.

“Bet that sweet little pussy’s aching now huh?”

You nodded breathlessly, thighs clenching on nothing, your fingers twitched against your lap but you knew better than to touch without permission.

“You’ve been such a good girl, about time I give you a reward eh?”

Before you could respond, Noah had moved you onto your back, bringing you to the edge while pushing his jeans all the way down.

You felt him tease your slick folds before pushing in with a sharp thrust causing a broken moan to be pulled from your chest.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust. His hips slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt, a strangled cry leaving your lips as your back arched off the mattress. The stretch burned in the most delicious way and you could practically see the smirk behind the mask as he pulled back and slammed into you again, harder this time.

Your hands held onto him, trying to anchor yourself as Noah’s pace turned brutal. His hand came up, fingers wrapping tightly around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision hazy around the edges.

“Look at you…just a toy for me to fuck”

Your pussy clenched around him involuntarily and he growled at the sensation.

“That’s it. You like being fucked by a killer baby?”

You couldn’t answer, you could only moan under him as you tried to keep your eyes open to stare up as he leaned closer, the cold plastic of the ghostface mask brushing against your cheek.

“Noah…ohhh…”

His free hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it with unforgiving pressure. You cried out, legs trembling around his hips, heat curling low in your belly like a coil was about to snap.

“Don’t you dare cum yet”

You whimpered, tears starting to spill from the corners of your eyes as you tried to hold back at his command.

Noah pulled out suddenly, flipping you over like you weighed nothing, dragging your hips up and back until you were on your knees with your cheek pressed to the mattress. His cock still hard and leaking as he pushed back in from behind, the new angle stole your breath away.

Every sound in the room was carnal. Skin slapping, bedsprings creaking, his ragged breathing behind the mask, your broken cries.

You felt his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises and then his hand came down sharply across your ass causing it to sting instantly. You moaned shamelessly, your body vibrating with tension.

He reached around, fingers working your clit again, thrusts growing more erratic.

“Cum for me. Let me hear how good you are for me”

And when you did, when that orgasm tore through you with a scream, clenching around him like an iron vice, he followed with a guttural growl, slamming in deep as he spilled inside you, panting against the back of your neck.

You both collapsed forward, bodies slick with sweat, the only sound in the room was your mingled breathing as you came back down from the high.

Noah pulled out slowly causing you both to groan and he gently turned you over as he pulled the mask off, his cheeks were flushed pink as he looked down at you with a smirk.

• Noah lives for the way you react to how big he is, not just his cock, but his hands, his height, the way he completely dwarfs you when you’re beneath him. It’s such a power play for him

• He’d find it amusing to watch you try and reach things on high shelves and would take great pleasure in coming up to stand right up against you and grab the item with ease.

• He loves teasing you about your height next to him.

• “You alright little one?”

* He’d love holding your hand and seeing how small it is in his or grabbing both your wrists gently and letting his fingers curl all the way around, or slipping his hand between your thighs and watching the way you twitch from just one thick finger.

• “You really think you can take all of me baby?”

• He’ll say it with a grin, even if you’ve taken him dozens of times before. Because no matter how often it happens, the stretch always leaves you breathless, and he loves that, lives for it.

• He gets off on the way you clench when he slides in, how your breath catches, your legs tremble, how your fingers dig into his shoulders with how big he is.

• Loves to see how small you look beneath him, how he can cover you completely and caged you in.

“You want my fingers?” he murmurs, that lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he rests his hand over your thigh as you straddle his lap and you nod eagerly.

“Here you go. Use them”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Wh…what?”

His hand stays still, fingers relaxed over your heated skin. “You heard me. You want to cum so badly baby? Then make it happen. While I watch”

The heat between your thighs flares instantly, but your face burns as you shift in his lap, hesitating, but his smug little smirk and that cocky raise of his eyebrow as a silent challenge does something dangerous to your brain and you forget about your embarrassment.

You straddle his hand, reach down with trembling fingers and wrap his middle and ring finger together just right, adjusting yourself as you slid down onto them, his fingers still relaxed.

“Oh fuck”

His eyes are locked onto your face, dark and blown wide as you grind slowly, using his hand to get yourself off and he doesn’t lift a damn muscle to help.

“That’s it” he whispers, watching your thighs tremble. “Such a good girl when you’re this needy. You’ll do anything for it, won’t you?”

You nod, barely able to speak.

“Look at you. Fucking yourself on my hand like a needy little slut. You gonna come just like that baby?” he murmurs, watching the way your hips roll, the slick mess starting to soak his fingers. “Just from using my hand?”

You whimper, you’re already shaking, the feeling of his thick fingers against your walls was making your head spin and he wasn’t even moving. Just sitting back, lips parted, his gaze fixed on the place where your cunt is grinding down on him.

“Pathetic. So fucking desperate you’ll use me like a toy”

And when he curls his fingers, just slightly, your whole body jolts with a loud cry.

“Thought you liked it when I did the work?” he taunts you with the degradation that he knows you love, tilting his hand just enough to drag his palm against your clit as you rock. “But maybe you like this better. Getting off while I sit here, watching you fall apart?”

You whimper his name, legs twitching as your rhythm stutters.

“No!”

Noah growls as he grips your thigh with his free hand. “You don’t get to stop now angel. You ride it out, you wanted this remember?”

You sob and whine as you started grinding harder, your legs trembling, breath coming in short, broken gasps as you work yourself on his hand. You could feel the burn in your thighs and hear the slick sound of your arousal coating his fingers, saw the cruel curl of his mouth as he watches you come undone, it’s all too much.

“That’s it….you’re close, I can feel it”

You moaned again, biting your lip, hips stuttering as the pressure coils tighter and tighter inside of you. He shifts his fingers just a fraction, enough to hit that spot, and your entire body locks up.

“Oh fuck…” you gasp and he finally moves, just once, curling them deep.

“That’s it….cum on my fingers like a good girl”

The orgasm crashes through you hard, white, hot and overwhelming, your cry muffled as you bury your face in his shoulder as your whole body trembles as waves of pleasure roll over you, and he holds you through it, his hand never leaving you, fingers still resting deep inside, coaxing every last spasm from your body.

“Good girl” he whispers, lips brushing your temple. “That’s my girl”

You sag against him, limp and wrecked, and he finally wraps his arms around you properly, pulling you into his lap.

Your legs were shaking.

Noah had you bent over the bed, face pressed to the sheets, hips angled just right. That slick, obscene sound every time his hips met yours, slow, deep, perfect. You were soaked, so wet it was almost embarrassing.

Almost.

Because he was loving every second.

And then, mid-thrust, he stilled. Just for a moment.

The room went quiet.

Except for that sound.

That wet, rhythmic slap slap slap echoing every time his hips met yours.

He groaned, deep and low in his chest.

“You hear that?”

You whimpered.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulled you back slightly so he could growl into your ear….

“That’s your pussy clapping for me, baby.”

Your breath caught.

“Soaking me. Thanking me. Fucking begging me not to stop.”

He thrust again, hard. That sound got louder.

“God, you’re so loud down there. You love it, don’t you?”

You nodded, moaning, legs trembling.

“Every time I fuck you this deep, your pussy throws a party. So fucking wet for me, I could slide in with no hands. Just the sound of it makes me hard.”

And then he went still again and smirked.

“Say thank you.”

You gasped, barely able to breathe.

“Thank you…”