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he thinks it’s cute/hilarious when you get frustrated about not being able to reach something
“would you like some help?” “no, i can get it. i swear.” after you say that, he’ll just grab whatever you need and hand it to you
he wouldn’t be able to hide his chuckles when you take off platform shoes and go back to your normal height
definitely the type to playfully rest his arm on your head just for you to move and make him lose his balance
hugging you from behind and bending down to rest his head on top of yours
you hugging him and basically disappearing in his arms
jokingly doing the hand size comparison and his big ass hand just laces through yours and he kisses it
would absolutely love when you wore his shirts (mainly his jesus and the devil playing basketball since it’s his favorite) because you just drown in them. you look absolutely stunning to him and seeing them ride up on you isn’t a bad sight to him either
randomly pulling you onto his lap to see you struggle to touch the ground with your feet
forehead kisses 24/7
whenever you two do kiss, he jokingly always complains about having to bend down and hurting his back like stfu bro
getting thrown over his shoulder would happen more than you think, he loves to hear you laugh and see you kicking your feet. he thinks it’s adorable.
extremely protective of you, like it’s his biggest fear if something happens to you. he tries his best to cover you from the weird fans that like to follow them
yall would constantly tease each other but main words are shorty and big boi
piggyback rides would be daily
would die on the inside when you cling to his leg, he thinks that shit is so fuckin cute
he won’t admit it but he loves when you order him around because it’s hot and the fact you have his tall ass wrapped around your finger
i could go on but you get the picture
as someone who is 4'10, i enjoyed writing this and here you go @silent-stories !!! <3 i hope i did you justice!
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A/N: Soo, this is the first fanfiction I've written in about a year. Its also my longest fanfiction I have ever written and I am SO SORRY😅 But I personally miss when fanfictions were this long and had a story to them. I wanted reader and Noah to have real life interactions and long distance relationship struggles with how they would actually feel instead of just smut for this one inparticular. I hope you all enjoy reading this because I had a blast writing it!
Word Count: 7.5k
Summary: Noah is away on tour and after talking last night about how you both are struggling with not having physical intimacy, you decide to have the shower head as your way of release. That is until Noah finds you and he has other plans for you.
Warnings: Established relationship, adorable fluff, yearning (mostly from Noah), Noah being his adorkable self, mentions of future marriage, pregnancy and kids, angst: mentions of self doubt, anxiety, fear of abandoning loved ones, Smut: love making, body worship (m&f receiving), masterbating with a shower head (solo and facilitated sex), oral (m&f receiving), fingering, overstimulation/edging, mentions of voyerism, cum in mouth/pearl necklace, scratching and hair pulling, creampie, slight soft/pleasure dom!Noah. I think that's it😅
"And then when I look out into the crowd after hearing the fucking noise, a whole bunch of people are squeaking fucking rubber duckies at me!"
You try but fail to contain your laughter at Noah's dramatic story of tonight's show. Your head falls back, dying from laughter as it hits the pillow on your shared bed.
"Baaabe, this is serious. All the shows are turning into a duckpocalypse!"
"A what?" You say a tear rolls down your face.
"A duckpocalypse! Ya know, an apocalypse but with rubber ducks... MUCH worse."
You end up coughing from laughter, making you take a drink from your waterbottle. Noah's unamused face is being squished into his hotel room pillow on your phone screen.
"I'm sorry Noah, but its hilarious." You say after calming yourself down.
"I do NOT look like that fucking duck. Right?" He says sitting up.
You try to hide the sheepish smile on your face.
"Well...".
"Wow. Unbelievable. Betrayed by not only by my friends, but the woman who owns my heart.".
Noah places his right hand over his chest and falls back into the bed dramatically like he's been shot.
Your laughter causes a big smile to spread across Noah's face as he watches you. You're in one of his Bad Omens hoodies he gave you. The pillows propped behind you with your hair in a messing bun, and you're smiling wide from him making you laugh. There's only one word that goes through his mind while he's looking at you. Home. No matter how long or how many times he goes on tour, you'll always be home for him.
Noah is snapped back to reality when his body seizes for a second before sneezing, making him cough.
"Are you taking your allergy meds?" You ask worried.
"Yeah, I am." Noah says before grabbing a tissue to blow his nose. "They're just really fucked over here right now."
Your eyes study Noah as he lays back down on the bed. You take in ever detail of him. The messy damp hair from his nightly showers. Its a little bit longer than the last time you saw him in person, bangs slightly covering his eyes a little. The bedroom lamp light makes his eyes pop more. The warm dark brown that always reminds you of chocolate. The way his perfectly straight nose rounds off to a point. The scars from his dermal and lip piercings he used to have. He's shirtless so you see the ink that covers his neck, part of his chest, strong shoulders and arms.
"What are you staring at?" Noah voices says playfully making you blush.
"What? I can't take in my boyfriend?" You respond sarcastically.
"Oh no, you absolutely can. He loves it. But you seemed to have left the planet.".
You look away from Noah, the hand you aren't holding your phone in fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie. It still smells like him somehow after not seeing him for over a month. Probably spraying his cologne on it helped a bit.
"Sweetheart?" Noah's brows frown, concern growing on his face. "Baby, what's wrong?".
"I just miss you. A lot.".
Your voice wavers as you try to fight your tears. It doesn't matter how long you and Noah have been togther. Its always hard when he's not there.
Noah's heart breaks seeing the tear fall from your face. He wants nothing more than to pull you to his chest, kiss your head, and snuggle you.
"Sweatheart, look at me." Noah says gently. He waits for you to look at him before he continues.
"I'm almost home Babe. Less than 24 hours and I'm back in our bed and I'm not leaving you. I promise.".
You take a deep breath, steadying your breathing before trying to speak.
"That's my girl, in and out. Just like you tell me." Noah says smiling, watching you relax before you speak.
"I think I'm not just missing you emotionally and mentally Noah... I miss you physically." You say feeling your face flush. "Like, sexually..".
Your face burns admitting it to Noah. Why? You aren't sure. Noah and you definitely weren't inactive. Whenever away on tour, it was vital that you would "take care" of each other during video calls or talking on the phone.
Everytime he came home from tour, he'd take you wherever you stood. It was always hot, intense, and passionate with Noah. Weither he was making love to you because he missed you or felt like he needed to show his love for you and needed to get his emotions out; or fucking you so hard tears streamed down your face in pleasure. You loved sex with Noah. He always made you feel loved. Weither he was slow, yearning, and kissing you gently, or had his hand wrapped around your throat, ass up, and railing into you at inhuman speed. He always took care of you gently like you are the most precious thing in the world to him. Because honestly, you are.
You're brought out of your thoughts when Noah gently said your name.
"I know its not the same, Baby. I need you just as bad ." Noah sighs, his face dropping. "These fucking calls don't really do shit do they?"
"Kinda, but no not really." You shrug. "I need you so bad it hurts.".
Noah hears the ache in your voice, causing his own ache in his in his sweatpants. Its laced in only a need that he can satisfy. You sound desperate and it makes his head spin, the need you both have for each other overwhelming you both with what you crave. Not him watching your hands trace your sensitive breasts down to your core. Not your fingers rubbing against your swollen clit while making a mess all over those pretty fingers deep in your needy pussy.
No, he craves you. The feeling of your mouth wrapped about his cock, hands in your hair. The taste of your slick that drives him insane. He could eat you out for days if you let him. The sounds you make everytime you came for him. The feeling of your warm, wet walls quivering around his aching length as you come all over him right before he does. The virtual and phone sex work great. Until you take in to account that its not the same without feeling each other skin on skin.
"I miss you too, Love. " Noah whispers before continuing. "I miss your body against mine. The way you say my name when I make you cum. Your fingers clawing my skin. The sound of your beathing when you're sleeping. Running my fingers through your hair.".
You smile knowing being separated from your boyfriend is just as hard on him as it is on you. Turning off the lamp you lay down in your bed, holding Noah's pillow to you.
"Less than 24 hours right?".
"Less than 24, Sweetheart."
You nod taking a deep breath, watching Noah turn his light off as well.
"Okay. I'll be waiting for you then."
"Count on it, Babe. Now get some sleep.".
A yawn passes by your lips, your tired eyes lighting up while your body snuggles into the covers, making Noah smile.
"Goodnight, Noah.".
"Goodnight, Baby. I love you.".
"I love you too.".
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The sound of your alarm draws you from your sleep. You groan and shove your face into Noah's pillow. Laying on your stomach, you blindly try to reach for your phone to shut the stupid alarm off. You hear the sound of a "thud", your alarm still going but slightly further away.
"Fuck my life." You mumble into the pillow before sitting up.
"Yeah yeah yeah shut up already.".
You silence you alarm, and notice a text message you didn't hear go off.
You smiled as you read the message, your normally cranky morning self turning into a ray of sunshine as as you respond to Noah.
Noah🖤: Hey sleeping beauty, I'll be home around eight tonight. I hope you slept okay. I love you, and I'll see you then❤️
You: I love you too. Be safe💕
Almost instantly you get a message from him.
Noah🖤: Always am, Love😘
You check the time and see its 10am and realized you must have slept through your other alarms. Darting out of bed, you throw on some leggings, a sports bra and Noah's white Eren Yaegar shirt that basically swallows you. You run downstairs to grab yourself a cup of coffee. You pick up on the book you have been reading and decide to have music quietly playing in the background.
Time passes by quick as you get lost in your book until your stomach growls. You've spent almost two hours reading to finish your book and decide to make yourself something. Cereal, its quick and easy. You grab the remote and turn up the speakers to hear the music better. You reach for a bowl from cabinet, but your attention gets pulled by a whisper, followed by the lyrics of a song that reminds you of Noah everytime he's on tour ever since you heard it.
I can't touch you through the phone. Or kiss you through the universe.
You smile wide, moving your hips to the beat grabbing the bowl. You dance around the kitchen, grabbing milk, the cereal and using your spoon as a mic while you sing along.
"You give me brand new emotion. You got me drinking that potion."
You sing doing the dance moves knowing if Noah was here, he would be watching you with giant smile on his face. Hyping you up by saying how much he loved your voice, and trying (and adorably failing) to do the dance with you only to have you dance for him.
Once the song ended, so did your own private concert. You sat down and started scrolling on Instagram. You see the standard stuff on your FYP while you eat. You stop in your tracks when a video of Noah pops up preforming "Dethrone'. He's wearing his black cargo pants, black undershirt, and his Doc Martin's. Your eyes stay fixed on your screen. He's kneeling on one knee, growling into the mic. Next thing you know, Noah places his mic down on the stage, and starts doing push ups while heavily screaming into the mic "concrete".
Its not the first time you've seen a video of him doing it. I mean, you see him do push ups all the time and it always makes you flush. But something about how the red lights glistening across his sweaty arms and back; him in his element makes you ache with need. As if that wasn't enough, another videos pops up of him preforming "Specter". Noah's beautiful, clean, soft, vocals hit your ears right before he screams at the end with his tongue out. That's what makes you snap.
You swallow the last spoonful of your ceral, clean up and run up the steps heading to your master bathroom. You grab the little ocean light projector that you bought orginally to help you relax during showers and baths. You set it down on the toilet and turn the shower on to a setting thats hot but not enough to burn you. Turning the bathroom lights off , you turn on the projector with the remote, setting it on the color red. The bathroom now illuminating in waves of different colored red all over the shower, making you think of stage lights that were on Noah.
Slowly, you take off Noah's shirt that you're wearing, letting it drop to floor. Your mind has the image of Noah's large hand taking off your sports bra, the feeling of his large hands cupping your breast. Your breath hitches as "Noah's" hands pull your leggings down. Long fingers tracing the black lace covering your heat before slowly outlining your lips with his large fingers, playing with the wet spot between your legs making them shake then taking your panties slowly off.
Stepping into the shower, you let the hot water hit your back as your fingers continue teasing pussy. The pleasure is there, but still nothing compared to Noah's actual fingers. You detach the shower head and sit down on the built in tile shower bench. You let the hot water to tease the side of your neck, the water making it easy to image Noah's lips gently kissing down the slop of your neck making you shiver. Stopping the shower head over your right nipple, you sigh; imagining his lips latch on to the supple flesh. His bangs hitting your sternum and you squeeze you left breast, a moan slipping past your lips.
"Noah..."
Your core aches, your wetness soaking your thighs. Your breathing hitches as you move the shower head lower between your thighs. The hot water hits your clit, making you throw your head back. The thought of Noah's hot lips wrapped around your needy bundle of nerves while he flicks his tongue has your hips move against nothing. Noah's name is ripped from you throat desperately with how close you are and you're beyond grateful you both have your own house now.
"Oh fuck... Noah!"
The knot in your stomach is about you explode, finally after needing relief for so long.
"This is nice sight to see first thing when I come home..."
Stopping, you drop the shower head and look over. Noah is leaning against the doorway, boyish smile plastered on his face before crossing his arms. You don't know if you're seeing things or if he's actually here. And if he is, you don't know if you're happy he's back or pissed that he stopped you from finishing.
"Noah..? You're back?" Your voice shakes out of breath.
Noah walks across the bathroom. His footsteps echoing from his combat boots just barely above the sound of the shower. He kneels in front of you, gently cupping your face placing a soft kiss on your lips, lasting longer than you even want to count.
"Yeah Baby. I'm here." Noah whispers smiling.
The shock on your face has him silently chuckling, his perfect with teeth showing now.
"But.. You weren't supposed to be home until tonight. What happened?".
"I might have lied a little on when I was going to be home to surprise you." Noah says while gently poking your nose, making you smile.
He looks down at you, seeing your naked body covered in water droplets, the red ocean projector still going on.
"But... you surprised me more." He says smirking.
You look down, realizing that he just caught you trying to get off and the idea of him seeing you makes you hot.
"How much... Did you see?".
Noah doesn't answer, just grabs the shower head and watches as water flows down your body before having the water droplets hit your hardened nipples.
"Long enough to hear how bad you need me.".
The heat of his breath hits your ear as he whispers. You feel Noah's lips gently below your ear on your pulse point. His nose barley touches below your neck as he kissing you.
"Noah.."
You breathe out his name and you feel the smile on his lips on your skin. He pulls away for a second, taking his t-shirt off and tosses it behind him. Noah pushes the hair from his face. He looks at you and smiles, taking you in. Your hair is wet and you're breathing heavy, waiting for him to give you what you need. Noah's lips capture yours in a kiss, still soft but a little bit needier making you hum. He pulls away, lips still brushing against yours as he speaks.
"I missed you so much.".
Before you can respond, Noah kisses the slope of your neck, placing the shower head back between your thighs. Your back arches off the wall, his lips moving down to one of your hardened nipples. Noah's eyes lock with yours, tongue swirling around your sensitive peak, water hitting your neglect heat. You're close. He can tell by how your breathing has picked up and your thighs shaking. Your hips are moving at a frantic pace and your eyes are closed. Noah sucks your breast one more time, teeth gently grazing, and kissing it before placing his forehead on yours. You feel the gentleness from his lips on your forehead.
All of sudden, the feel of the water is no longer between your thighs. You don't feel Noah's presence around you either. Your eyes snap open and see he's putting the fucking shower head back. For a moment you think he's about to go down on you and finish you off. But that annoying smirk tells you otherwise. You can't think of anything to say to him as he stands in center of the bathroom, taking his boots and socks off. He's clearly happy with himself. It takes every sexually frustrated fiber in your being not grab the value size shampoo bottle and chuck it at him.
Your eyes watch every movement of Noah's as he takes his black zipper pants off. Next comes Noah's boxers. Slowly. On purpose. Dark eyes stay locked on yours as he tosses the last articles of clothing with his shirt. Your core feels like its on fire when you notice he's already starting to get hard. Your eyes rake over his skin covered in art needing to feel him against you. He smiles innocently at you.
"What's wrong, Sweetheart?"
Yup. That shampoo bottle would make a great weapon.
"What's wrong?! Why did you stop?" You ask desperately. "I was right there Noah Sebastian! And you left me on edge. Twice!".
"I know." Noah says nonchalantly. "But I need to shower."
He walks into the shower, placing his index finger under your chin and thumb on your lower lip, making you look at him.
"Plus. You're so cute when you're frustrated."he whispers before he pecks your pouting lips.
"I hate you so much right now..." you say as he walks past you.
Noah reaches his hand out, his quiet way of saying "come here". The lights might still be off and only the red waves from the projector bring so much light but you see the sad pout on his face. Not genuine one. More of a "you don't mean that but I'm gonna to pretend you did". You smile, taking his hand and let him lead you under the shower head. Noah wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him so your head lays on his chest. Your fingers trace his back as he slowly rocks you back and forth, his head laying on top of yours. Your body relaxes against his, eyes closed, the feeling of being engulfed by the strong arms that make you feel safe. You both stay quiet for a few mintues, just needing the feeling of each other.
"I missed you so fucking much." Noah whispers into your wet hair.
"I missed you too." You say while tracing over one of the flowers on his wet torso.
His nose nuzzles into your hair, your shampoo being the one thing that tells him he's actually home and not dreaming.
"I'm sorry I'm always gone for so long."
You look up, a frown on your lips.
"You don't have to apologize, Noah. Its you're job. And I'm so fucking proud of you."
Noah's heart fills with warmth, but it still feels like there's a tiny bit of electricity in his body. Not the good electricity either. You place your hand on the side of his face.
Noah nuzzles his face against your hand, relishing in your touch. His fingers tapping absent mindly against your naked skin.
"What's on your mind? Why are you anxious?".
Noah smiles down at you and kisses the palm of your hand repeatedly to your wrist.
"You know me too well." He says before taking a deep breath.
"I guess my mind is racing a bit. I didn't think about it until last night when I saw how lonely you were.".
You nod your head, the your other hand still tracing over the ink on his chest lovingly.
"I know some day we want kids after we get married. Which is absolutely still the plan by the way. You're stuck with me." He says making you giggle.
"But the thought of you being alone while pregnant or with our children hurts. I feel like you won't be able to rely on me all the way. Part of me feels like I'll fail as a husband and dad. The last thing I want is for you or our kids to fell abandoned because I'm on tour."
Your chest feels like an elephant just stepped on it. You let go of Noah's face and he panics for a second before you wrap your arms tightly around his neck to bring him to your level. He pulls you closer, arms wrapped around you like you're the only thing keeping him stable.
Your fingers run through his soaked, dark locks and you feel him slightly shake against your skin. Gently you grab Noah's face, making him look you at you. You can't see but you can tell his eyes are glossy. You carefully connect your lips with his, stroking the faint stubble on his cheeks. You feel his body relax into the kiss, a calm breath leaving his body. You part your lips, the feeling of yours ghosting over his.
"First off, you would NEVER abandon me, Noah Sebastian. You'd take several bullets for me over that."
Noah's heart rate slows, focusing on your touch and the sound of you breathing. He leans his forehead against yours. He nods against it, keeping his eyes closed as you continue to speak calmly.
"Second, I think you forget a lot about how good you are with kids. You're a natural. They always have biggest smiles on their faces when they see and meet you on tour. And you're always ecstatic to see them too."
You move the long bangs from his forehead, kissing it gently.
"Third, you're going to be an amazing dad. You're fun, fair, hilarious, empathetic, and caring. You're already panicking about our future kids before I'm even pregnant.".
Noah chuckles quietly, a smile forming on his lips.
"Last and most importantly, I love you Noah. If I didn't, I wouldn't have agree to anything we talked about in the future. I know what I signed up for when we started dating. And I don't regret a second of it. I trust you and I know you love and care for me just as much as I do you. You always put me first in the end.".
Noah cups your cheek, kissing your lips.
"I always will.".
Standing on your tip toes you wrap your arms Noah's neck, bringing him down for a kiss. What's starts out as a sweet kiss, turns into one of passion. Noah's tongue hitting your lips wanting access to your month. Large hands gently grab the side of your face, making you moan as he slips his tongue into your mouth. His mouth tastes like mint gum coffee, that distinct taste of him. Your head spins with the taste of him that you've missed for so long. Your breasts hit his chest as he pulls you closer, needing to feel your skin against his. Noah let's out a small groan into your mouth as your stomach rubs against his now fully hard length. Your fingers lace into his dark wet locks, needing to feel his hot length closer. He gently pulls your bottom lip with his teeth before letting go to breathe for air. Its hard to tell in the red light but he can tell your lips are slightly puffy.
"I need you bad, Noah" you say reaching up to kiss his neck.
You feel his muscles shudder underneath your touch. Your fingers ghost down his sternum, you soft lips slowly trailing after them making Noah sigh and fully relax. His eyes haven't left you since your lips touched his body. On your knees, you look up at him while your lips kiss where the reaper on his stomach above his belly botton is inked into his skin before laying your lips below his belly button where the lantern is, making his abs and stomach retract.
"God... you're gonna fucking kill me."
Noah rasps, watching as you wrap your hand around his length. He's hot and heavy in your hand. Your core aches with the need to have him inside you. Noah is above average in both length and girth and you know the stretch will ache after not having him in you for so long; but it only makes you more wet.. Your mouth waters at the prominent veins on his shaft and how good he's going to taste in your mouth.
Gently, you kiss Noah's pelvis, muscles twitching involuntarily. You lips are basically nonexistent until you give a slow lick at the bottom of his shaft, stopping midway before taking his tip into your mouth. His skin tasting like faint sweat and distinctly like him.
Noah's skin burns at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You look like sin in the best way. The red light is a beautiful contrast as it reflects on your wet skin. The sight of you taking him deeper into your mouth as much as you can while stroking what you can't fit makes his balls ache. Your touch sends him into bliss, finally feeling you here with him. Him missing and the yearning for you finally be filled again.
Your view of Noah is just sinful .The taste of his precum hitting your tongue makes you moan around him making Noah twitch in your mouth. He towers over you, intense eyes that look black in the lighting taking you in as your tongue travels down his balls, gently sucking. A rough groan leaves Noah's throat. He leans his head back while his hands go to your hair, hips thrusting, moving you the way he needs. Your hands rest on his thigh as you watch him.
Seeing Noah this way makes you even more wet, your pussy pulsing. He looks like a God. You see the defined muscles in Noah's arms and abs from boxing, the lighting making them stand out even more. The way the water runs down inked skin, the red lighting making him looked even more devious. His movements are precise, relishing in the feel of you.
"Gonna cum, Baby."
Noah's voice is husky, sending shivers down your spine. He pulls himself out of your mouth, locking eyes with you, as you keep your motuh open for him. He grabs his base as he cums. Its erotic in the best way as his cum hits your tongue. You feel Noah's hot seed hit your neck and chest, marking you as his, while you feel his thighs shake slightly under your hands. The salt and musky taste of him slides down your throat, making you feel warm inside. Noah tilts your head, having you show him that there's no trace of him.
"Good girl.".
Noah gently helps you stand up, a warm smile spreading across his face as he leads on you under the shower head. You stand in front of him as helps rinse the cum of your neck and chest. Noah's lips press a light kiss to your forehead. Opened mouth soft kisses trail your neck causing you to sigh and lean into his tall frame more. He strokes his large hands over your shoulders and down your hands taking in your presence.
A sigh leaves your throat, shaking at the feeling of one of Noah's hands sneaking their way between your legs. Your head leans back against his chest, hand trying to grab Noah's bicep as his fingers start play with the bundle of nerves and your soaking folds. Your core aches and floods with more of your arousal. Feeling Noah's hand gently grab your neck, he achors your face to kiss you on the lips, his fingers gliding a little faster. You feel Noah break the kiss from you and remove his fingers from you.
"Fuck. Look at how soaked you are, Love." Noah says while looking at your juices glistening in the red lighting of his inked finger.
"Noah... please..." you whine.
Noah smiles, turning you around.
"You showed me how much you miss and need me." His breath hits your ear, making a shiver run up your spine.
"Maybe I should return the favor then, huh?"
Before you can respond, Noah's hands are on your thighs, picking you up and setting you back on the shower bench. He kneels and spreads your thighs open for him, your aching core on display for him. Noah is in a trance while looking at your pussy. He wishes he could take a picture of it and keep it in his brain for whenever he's away.
Noah gently brushes your swollen lips with his knuckle, making you shake. More wetness seeps out of your slit, stopping on your perineum making his mouth go dry. Using his middle finger, Noah slowly draws a line up between your legs collecting your juices. He smiles as you squirm underneath him.
"Noah... stop teasing" you say moving your hips in frustration.
Feeling large hands on both your ankles, Noah slowly pulls your legs over his shoulders. Your body slides down, your back resting on the bench, legs over Noah's broad shoulders. He leans forward, giving a kiss to your swollen lips.
"Yes, ma'am." He whispers jokingly with a smile.
The warmth and wetness of Noah's tongue slowly moves below your opening up to your lips, then he gently kisses your clit.
"Oh fuuck..." you moan while reaching for his biceps.
Noah groans, making you feel the vibration on your sensitive heat. The taste of you is driving him wild like a man starved for days. He kisses your thighs, teeth gently scraping the soft skin before kissing around where you need him most.
"I missed this pussy so much. Missed the way you taste when you cum on tongue and fingers." Noah says against your folds before he attaches himself to your clit.
You moan out loud at him sucking your sensitive bud. Your hips slightly move towards his mouth, needing the friction on your neglected clit. Noah keeps eyes lock on your as his strong hands push your thighs back toward your chest, spreading you legs wider so you can't move your hips.
Your heart feels like it going to explode out your chest. The way Noah's mouth takes turns sucking your aching clit, to licking up and down your folds, and sliding his tongue inside makes your body shake. You can't look away from him as he slowly inserts his middle finger into your aching walls, causing you to whimper Noah's name. Your belly twists with the heat and fuzziness inside of you making you close your eyes and grip Noah's dark locks.
"Uh uh, Sweetheart. Let me those see those beautiful eyes while I make you come undone." Noah says before kissing your lower stomach.
Your whimper as you try to ground yourself to open them like he requests. But your body and mind are far off in the bliss of him.
"C'mon baby. You can do it. I know it feels good but I've missed those eyes looking at me so much." Noah whispers, his middle finger still i side you while his thumb gently strokes your clit.
You take a shaky breath and open your eyes and are met with Noah's eyes on you and a smile spreading across his lips.
"Good girl."
Noah's lips find their place back home on your pussy, finger brushing against your walls before adding a second. Your eyes are locked on Noah and the sight of him makes your walls clench around around his fingers. Noah's bangs are in his face, covering his eyes slightly. He sucks your clit harshly, licking it softly, then repeating. His is long fingers work themselves inside you. He looks like a demon trying suck the life out of you and if he was, you'd let him.
Your core aches as Noah's finger start brushing against the sensitive part of your walls. His fingers are so deep inside you and mouth is working over time with making you feel good, that your entire body begins to shake. The blood in your veins is on fire as you head begins to spin.
"No... Noah... I'm gonna-."
Your eye sqeeze shut as your orgasm hits you so hard it makes you cry out, fingers digging into Noah's scalp making him groan as you soak his mouth and fingers with your release. You whole body feels like its vibrating from your orgasm. You ride Noah's fingers as you overcome your orgasm. You feel his fingers gently stroking your inner thighs, causing you to open your eyes. Noah leans forward, nose touching yours while smiling softly.
"There's my girl."
You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. His lips connect with yours softly. You pull him closer to you making the kiss more passionate, him groaning into your mouth. You wrap your legs around his waist. Noah shoves his tongue into your mouth, you pressing you body closer to him. You feel something hard against you inner thigh and instantly know that he's hard again. You pull away from the kiss and look down biting your lip. He's fully hard. Feeling him grab you by the chin, Noah looks into your eyes. His lips almost touching yours.
"If I don't get inside you right now, I'm going to go full Kool-aid Man and bust through that tiled wall."
You quietly giggle, pecking the smile on Noah's lips.
"What are you waiting for then?" You say tracing your thumb over his lips.
Noah stands back up, carrying you over to side of the shower before pressing your front side against the now cold tile. Moving your hair off to side, he begins assaulting your neck with kisses. Large hands roam your curves while the feeling of his hardness brushes against the curve of your ass. Noah takes his hand places his length between your slick folds. You whimper as he starts moving his hips. His length rubbing against you making more of your juices seep out onto it.
"So fucking wet for me..." he says, his voice rough with desire. "Pussy's basically crying for me.".
Feeling his tip at your drenched entrance, you whimper as he slowly pushes himself in a little. Your moans are shaking, loving and the missing the stretch of him. Noah's breath hitches, your heat perfectly wet, tight, and hot. He kisses down your neck sensually, tongue lightly grazing over you salty skin.
"Can you take all of me, Sweetheart?" He whispers against your shoulder.
"Yes... yes, Noah. I want all of you." You breathe out.
Noah kisses the back of your head as he slides himself the rest of that way him making you let out a sound that's mixed between a sigh of relief and a moan. He groans into the back of your head, trying to ground himself over you being wrapped around him. Noah takes your hands and places them on the tile, keeping them there as his own hands are place ontop of them. He laces his fingers between yours, locking you into place, hips slowly moving against yours. He watches the way you two are connected to each other, a sheen already building on his cock from your arousal as he pumps in and out.
You feel Noah's hips pick up in pace. The sound of your wetness and wet skin on skin mixed with the sounds of your moans and Noah's heavy breathing being the only sounds you can hear. Noah kisses down your neck again before stopping at the base of your neck and sucking on the delicate skin.
"P-please go faster" you moan, your hot cheek and entire body pressed against the cold tile.
"Not a chance, Baby. I'm taking my time to cherish every inch and sound that comes from you." Noah says roughly against your throat.
The way he keeps a steady rhythm is both too much and nowhere near enough for you. It hits your g-spot perfectly but its slow and makes you feel like you're about to cum each time only not to. He's always like this when he comes back. Slow, loving, yearning, and worshiping you. Reminding you that you're the one he will always choice. You're the one he fell in love with. And you're the one he wants to spend the rest of the time with. You love every second of it but it doesn't stop the agonizing ache between your legs.
Your walls starts to quiver, making Noah groan. Your orgasm burns through your veins, legs shaking so hard when you cum that Noah has to grab you so you don't slip. After a minute he quickly and carefully spins you around. Noah picks your post-orgasm body up, and you loosely wrapping your legs around his waist while your arms are around his neck, your hot back a contrast to ice cold tiles. It isn't until a moment later you feel that he's still rock hard against your thigh.
"You didn't... you didn't cum yet?"
Noah smirks at you, moving a strand of your messy wet hair out of your face.
"I told you. I'm taking in every second." He whispers. "Now lift your hips for me, Sweetheart."
Doing as he says, Noah lines himself back up to your entrance and slides back into place. The overstimulation is still there from your most recent orgasm and makes you cry out at him re-stretching your sensitive pussy. You grab the back Noah's neck, using it to help move you up and down his cock, meeting his thrusts. He's hitting deeper inside of you now. His thrusts are slow but strong and you know you're going to be aching for a bit.
The angle he has you makes your clit rub against his pelvis, adding more pleasure as his hips kiss yours. You whimper and moan into Noah's neck as your fingers latch tightly in his dark locks, making him groan. Your core feels like pure lava, your juices coating Noah's length. He's breathing is a lot heavier and he groans each time he enters back into your tight walls. Your moans are almost a scream and his speed picks up, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you.
"S-so good." You whine out hopelessly.
"You're doing so fucking good for me." Noah groans against your temple before kissing it.
You feel that warmth that engulfs your body again. Your mind is scatter from how blissed out you are. Noah looks down and moans as he sees the white ring around the base of his cock. His forehead hits yours, noses touching. His thrusts are sloppier now and you know he's close. Noah pulls you closer, having your clit rub perfectly against him with each thrust. Your walls begin to tighten and legs pull Noah closer as your body shakes.
"I love you, Sweetheart." Noah says quietly.
"I... I love you too Noah."
The words leave your mouth before a loud moan escapes your lips.
"C'mon baby, let go for me.".
Thats all Noah has to say as you feel the heat in your body snap after he slams his lips into yours, covering the cries from your mouth. Your orgasm hits you so intensely that your body feels like its buzzing. Your whole body shakes violently, nails clawing harshly on Noah's back making him hiss. You know they're going to leave red angry marks the next few days. Your walls lock Noah's length like a vice as he moans against your mouth when he cums. The hotness of his seed feels warm, soothing, and comforting. A piece of you thats been gone for other a month.
Noah slows his hips, riding your orgasms out. You go limp against him and you close your eyes, body exhausted. Your ears are ringing for a few seconds before your hearing comes back. Noah slowly pulls out of you and whimper at the lost feeling. Noah shushes you softly, kissing your head while he watches him cum rinse of his length and slide between your thighs.
He knows your body is exhausted so he carefully sets ypu down and has you lean against the wall while he rinses you off. Holding you closely so you don't fall, Noah turns the shower off before picking you back up and cradling you in his arms. He carries you out of the shower and grabs a towel for the both of you before turning on the lights and the projector off.
Once back in your room, he lays you on the bed, pecking your lips and grabs one of his shirts for you. You smile at him while he helps you put it on and he puts a new pair of boxers on. Noah untucks the covers and pulls you against him. He looks down and watches you trace the goat tattoo on his right hand as you hold it. Lifting your chin, he kisses your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lastly your lips. You smile before kissing his nose and lips in return making him chuckle.
"You okay? Wasn't too much right?" He asks running his fingers through your soft locks.
"It never is Noah.". You say playing with chain around his neck. "Honestly, sometimes its not enough."
"I mean..." Noah says smirk "I have more than enough energy to give you more."
You laugh tiredly at him making him smile.
"I love that idea but I'm tired. You wore me out.".
Noah pulls you closer to him and kisses your head while stroking your lower stomach.
"Get some rest okay? We'll catch up later.".
You silently nod your head, closing your eyes, and falling asleep to the feeling of soothing patterns on your skin coming from Noah's warm hands.
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You wake up to feeling of an empty spot beside you, the sound of music coming from down stairs. You slowly sit up, yawn, and stretch your back. On the night stand, you see a glass of water. You smile as you read the note beside it.
Remember to go to the bathroom before you come downstairs. -N♡
Sliding off the bed carefully, you grab the water and drink in down in one gulp before going to the bathroom. You make your way down the steps, your legs still feeling heavy and a small ache between your thighs. You know for a fact your boyfriend will keep you in bed and in epsomsalt baths on and off tomorrow for being sore. You walk to living room and stop in your tracks at the entry way of the kitchen. You see Noah with his hair in a low short ponytail and he's wearing a pair of black sweatpants shirtless. The smell of something savory hits your nostrils and you see he's cooking something while singing along to Evanescence. Warm brown eyes meet yours and large smile appears on Noah's face. Taking large steps, he makes his way over to you and leans down to kiss you.
"Hey." Noah says with a smile stroking your cheek.
"Hi." You say tired while returning his smile.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm a little sore but I'll be okay. You've done worse to me.".
Noah laughs while wrapping his arms around you to pull you close and kisses the top of your head.
"What are you making?" You ask as you both walk into the kitchen, Noah's hand a firm grip on yours.
"Breakfast omelets and pancakes. Figure you'd be hungry."
You stop him and force his face down so you can peck his lips.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
You look outside and notice that the sun is starting to set.
"How long did I nap for?". You asked.
Noah chuckles, holding back a giant laugh.
"Babe, you didn't take a nap. You were out for four and a half hours."
"Four and a half hours?!" You shout making Noah bust out laughing. "God Noah, you made me unconscious.".
"But how'd you sleep..?" He asks with his arms crossed a cocky and playful grin painted on his lips.
You sigh in bliss and relief.
"...It was the best sleep I had in weeks."
"You're welcome." Noah says, grabbing the two plates full of food.
"Now c'mon. You need food and we have a date to have breakfast for dinner and watch a movie. Grab two things of water okay?"
You smile, kissing his cheek before grabbing two water bottles from the fridge and stuff for your pancakes. You sit down next to Noah on the couch, movie already starting to play. You take a bite of your pancakes when you hear Noah say your name.
"You have syrup on your nose."
You grab a grab a napkin and whip your nose only to not see any thing.
"Where?".
"Right... THERE." Noah says while tapping syrup onto your nose with his forked pancake.
"NOAH!" you say laughing hard. "Get it off!".
"Okay." Noah says with a shrug will setting his plate on the coffee table.
He leans over and kisses your nose while sucking the syrup off. You quietly laugh at the feeling of it and how he repeatedly kisses your nose. Noah takes both of his hands and places them on each side of your face, inspecting his work. He leans in one last time to give you a kiss.
"Alright, we're all clear!" He shouts loudly making you laugh.
After you both settle down and finish eating, you're snuggled up on the couch watching the movie. The couch blanket is layed over the both of you. Noah is laying down with his head on the arm of the couch while you have a small pillow underneath your head and tucked at his side. You look up at him and smile. Noah feels your eyes on him and looks down with a full smile.
"What?" He asks chuckling.
"I'm so happy your home." You say rolling over to place your face in his chest, his smell taking over your senses.
"Me too, Babe. Me too" he says softly kissing the top your head. "You'll always be my home.".
Content Warnings: mean dom!Noah, sub!reader, improper use of sword, sword play, kink gone wrong, mild blood play, degradation, teasing, gag/restraint, unprotected p in v sex, mild dom drop, physical hurt/aftercare, mentions of gun play
Word Count: 3.7k
Author's Note: I really wanted this one to be longer than it is, but I got so burned out trying to finish it
This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.
“Comfy?” Noah cooed, fingers tugging the red silk rope that wrapped tight around your wrists and anchored you to the bed posts. You nodded and gargled out a sound of acknowledgement through the cloth gag stuffed in your mouth. “Good.”
Noah was dressed in all black, completely covered, with his signature single leather glove adorning his hand while you were completely bare to the cool air of the bedroom. It felt like some form of humiliation being so exposed, a toy on display for him. This all started a few days ago when Noah had been sharpening one of his katanas. There was something about the way his muscles flexed and rippled as he dragged the stone across the sharp metal, something to do with the sharp ring that resonated when he reached the end of the blade. It made you unreasonably wet. Noah noticed, of course, and teased you for it, but he’d be lying if he said that the idea of using it in the bedroom hadn’t crossed his mind.
He was more reluctant about the whole thing than you were. You trusted him completely and would do almost anything he wanted, but the details of it all worried him.
“What if I accidentally cut you?”
“I’ve handled worse, just don’t hit an artery.”
“What am I even supposed to do with it?”
“Hold it to my throat, drag it over my skin, fuck me with it; I don’t care. Whatever you want.”
Your breath fluttered out of your chest as Noah’s finger trailed up the underside of your arm, tracing your vein until his palm settled against your throat with a sigh. Your pulse jumped into his hand, trying desperately to break through the delicate skin. You stared up at him helplessly and squirmed. Wetness was already dripping out of you, pooling onto the sheets below you, and you knew he could see it. “So pretty like this,” he murmured, hand tightening ever so slightly. You whimpered against his hand and he released, pulling back to study you. His steps dragged on the carpet as he sauntered around the bed, eyes never leaving yours. “What should we do with you, huh?”
The tone in his voice was casual, playful, contrasting with the excited fear building in you. He was taunting you. His calloused fingers caressed just beneath the rope knotted around your ankle. He stretched the time out between you, leisurely dragging his attention around your body with soft caresses. You let out a muffled noise and he chuckled. He relished in teasing you, in touching everywhere except where you needed him the most. Warm leather met the junction of your thigh and pussy as he pulled his finger across your soft skin briefly before pulling away again. You lost track of how long he did this for, how long you’d been tied up and subjected to his teasing, but your chest heaved in frustration at the denial.
Finally, Noah stepped away from the bed, sunk his teeth into the leather fingertip of his glove, and slipped his hand out from its tacky confines. The leather landed with a soft fwap where he tossed it onto the chair in the corner of the room and his neck craned from side to side as he stalked back towards you. You lost sight of his hand as he reached up past your face and above the headboard, towards the katana that stayed mounted there. His prized possession. The woody scent of his cologne enveloped you and his body nearly draped over yours until he withdrew, blade in hand.
A satisfied sigh escaped him as he admired the craftsmanship, fingers curling around the hilt and turning it every which way. The click of the sword being unsheathed sounded loudly in the heavy silence and Noah reverently placed the sheath on the carpet. “Look at that, babygirl. Isn’t it pretty?” You craned your neck the best you could, the angle straining your muscles, but you only caught a glimpse of the metal before collapsing back into the bed, an ache already creeping in your shoulder. Noah tsked, pressed one knee into the mattress, gripped your jaw with his free hand, and held the blade in front of you. “Really look at it.”
And you did. The longer you stared, the more dangerous it seemed to become. Blood pulsed steadily under the delicate skin of your forearms, neck, and thighs; your skin throbbing towards the steel edge. Noah stood just beyond it, watching every reaction, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly dropped the katana down to your throat. Your chest fluttered, every tendon and chord in you wary of the cool metal, aware of the damage it could inflict. Excitement flashed in Noah’s eyes and they darkened with the realization of the power he held in this moment. His fingers tightened around your jaw, digging into the fabric that stretched over your cheeks. The blade angled- you could feel it in the sharp drag along the column of your throat- until the tip pressed right against your vein. It carved a light path down your neck, over the curve of your collar bone, and down your breast.
Noah smirked as he readjusted and pressed the flat edge of cool metal directly into your nipple. You jerked and he tutted, pressing deeper. “Careful babygirl, you’ll cut yourself.” A whimper escaped you and you stilled. Your breath came in shallow bursts, you were desperate to relieve the deep pressure against your chest. Noah kept the blade firmly in place as his free hand began to wander down your body once more. You itched to move and follow his touch, but the look in his eye promised punishment if you did. The pads of his fingers left a trail of heat where they traveled over your skin, following the contours of your body like they were exploring you for the first time. Your eyes fluttered closed, brows furrowing in frustration as he circled around your heated core.
He eyed the need etched in your face and the tense cord of your muscles. It only sent more blood to his dick. Finally, he pressed three fingers to the base of your cunt and dragged them harshly through your slit. The pad of his middle finger pressed into your clit and he kept it there, unmoving, pressing harder until you cried out. He pulled away completely. “You’re fucking soaked.”
Tears bloomed in the corners of your eyes, hips bucking into the air, desperate for any kind of contact. The cool air made you throb, pussy clenching around nothing. It was torture and he knew it. You knew that he knew, and you knew he was loving every minute of it. A soft sob bled from you into the gag; you couldn’t handle the maddening tension anymore.
Noah’s lip jutted into a mocking pout. “Oh I know, baby. Don’t worry, we’ll fill you up soon.” He withdrew the sword from your chest and crawled onto the bed between your legs. He sat back on his heels and inspected you. “How do I know you’re worthy of having this used on you, hm?” he mused. “Of being used by this?” You whimpered and he slipped out of your line of sight once more, but you could still hear his movement, every anticipatory breath that mimicked your own. “Have you earned it?”
You nodded eagerly against the pillow, hair messy and knotted. Tears of frustration now slipping down your cheeks. “ ‘leath-” you slurred against the suffocating cotton in your mouth.
“Hm?” he hummed, amused. You repeated the incoherent noises and writhed against the ropes bound tight around you, nearly hysteric with horny desperation. “Oh, c’mon sweet girl, talk to me.” Your limbs melted down onto the mattress and you barked out another sob. “Here,” he cooed once you settled down, reaching over to slide the gag over your chin to rest on the base of your neck. “Something to say?”
“Please,” you rasped out. “Ple- please, Noah, please.” Noah tenderly traced your face as you rambled incoherently. You had damn near lost your mind. It felt like he couldn’t even hear you, like your words never left your throat, but you could see that arrogant smirk hiding just beneath his unconcerned demeanor. “Please! Please…Noah…”
“Your voice sounds painful, babygirl.” His voice was light, taunting. “We should fix that.” He crashed his lips into your with a sultry groan, ensuring that the kiss was sloppy, wet, and completely filthy. His tongue dipped into your mouth, swirling around yours before pulling back just enough to spit directly down your throat. “Swallow.” You obeyed, throat bobbing as you drank him down. “Good girl.” He reached to the bedside table, grabbed his water bottle, and tipped it to your lips, his free hand cradling your head as you drank. “There you go…atta girl,” he whispered. A thin line of water trickled down the side of your chin, carving a cool path through your scorching flesh. The second you swallowed he stuffed the cloth back into your mouth and you gagged slightly as he secured it around your head. You absently tugged at the ropes, trying to distract yourself from your aching core.
“Okay, baby, you’ve earned it,” Noah huffed. He leaned back and a thick, cold hilt settled against your entrance. “Relax.” It was your only warning before he thrust the handle into you. You gasped, pain and pleasure shooting through you. There was no way to tell how much of the handle was in you, it was already deeper than anything you had ever taken, including Noah. It burned, it felt wrong in the best way. “Halfway, sweetheart.”
He started to press in deeper, but you jolted and kicked as best you could while shaking your head. He paused immediately. Your breaths came in short gasps, eyes wide; you looked and felt like a trapped rabbit with a heaving chest, bristled hair, and muscles coiled tight. He leaned in and pressed his lips to your thigh.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” The break in his hard, dominant demeanor soothed some of the fear. He would never intentionally hurt you, not unless you asked for it “Do you want to take more?” You shook your head. “Still want me to fuck you with it?” A small nod. Noah smirked, his dominant mask slipping back on. “Good girl.”
Every rough ridge of the sword’s handle dragged along the walls of your cunt in a delicious stretch, withdrawing slowly before pressing back in. Your back arched and your eyes rolled at the feeling of finally being filled, of being fucked. You moaned and bucked your hips, but Noah’s free arm quickly pinned them down to the bed. “Take what you’re given.”
The sight of you being speared by his sword- his actual sword -had him throbbing in his sweats. It was a kind of arousal and possession he’d never experienced before. A high pitched whine ripped through your throat and you tugged on your restraints, hips bucking into Noah’s forearm. Your teeth dug into the cloth stuffed into your mouth. The wrapping around the sword’s hilt was rough and it scratched as it pulled along your entrance. a delicious burn that had your eyes rolling back in your head. The only thing grounding you was the weight of Noah’s arm. The sharp pleasure of his fingers circling your clit made you gasp and wail out desperately. Pleasure burned deep in your navel, legs shaking and stomach flexing. A bead of sweat rolled down the curve of your breast and Noah swiftly dragged his tongue across your salty skin.
“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he rasped into your breast. You nodded and whined. His teeth nipped at your stomach, knowing that it would be stained purple before he’s done with you. “Yeah?” A frustrated groan rumbled in your chest when he ripped the sword out of your cunt, leaving you painfully empty. You humped the air, tears streaming down your face to mingle with the sweat dampening your hair line. “Oh, I know, baby,” Noah cooed. “But I want you cumming on my cock instead.”
He lifted the sword to his eye level and slowly twirled it, cocking his head with a groan. The black wrapping was soaked with your wetness, glistening in the room’s low light. He brought it to his lips and pulled it across his tongue. He got lost in it, sucking and licking obscenely until every trace of you was cleaned away. Once he was satisfied, he undid his belt with a quick flick of his fingers and drew it back through the pant loops. After discarding it he slowly pulled down his pants, making a show of revealing every inch of his toned body to you. Now completely bare, he crawled back over you, sword in hand.
Fingers curled in the damp cloth strung across your cheeks and he slowly tugged it down to settle at the base of your neck again. The fresh air soothed your burning throat and you gulped it down in heavy breaths. Your head craned up momentarily before flopping back against the pillow and rolling to the side, eyes half closed.
Your chest collapsed with each breath, thighs shaking, body covered in a sparkling sheen of sweat, tears trickling down your cheeks. You hadn’t even cum yet and you were wrecked. The buzz in your body had spread to your head, like cotton stuffed where any coherent thought should be. “Noah” and “please” were the only words you could muster and you rambled them like if they were mashed together enough you could actually form a coherent sentence. Rope dug into your skin as you tugged again and writhed against the maroon sheets that no doubt had a dark silhouette painted with your sweat. Everything in you begged to wrap around Noah, to absorb him into you, but his heat radiated just out of reach; you whined in frustration.
“Shh…” he cooed, finally settling between your thighs. He reached back and pulled the cord attached to your left ankle taut with one hand before sliding the blade underneath and swiftly severing it. The pressure that had been twisting in your legs instantly relieved and you groaned as you folded your leg up towards you, pointing and flexing your foot until the joints were satisfied. Noah smirked and freed your other ankle before settling back over you. “Better?”
“Th…thank you…sir,” you panted. “Please, sir…Noah, please-”
“I know, you need to be filled again, huh? This pretty little cunt needs to be stretched and fucked so good, she’s just aching for it.” He slapped his tip against your clit and you jerked. A dark chuckle escaped him and he lined up, exhaling shakily as he pushed inside. You craned your neck back with a low groan, pussy clenching and pulling him in deeper until he bottomed out. Noah let out a harsh puff of air and dropped his head to see where the two of you were connected, hair curtaining his face. “Oh fuck…”
“Noah…” you moaned and he drew his hips back before pressing deep inside you, hips rolling tightly into yours. He quickened his pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing off the walls. Without his rhythm faltering, he sliced the katana across each remaining rope, freeing your wrists. You immediately wrapped your arms under his and around his back, nails anchoring into his skin.
“That’s it baby, fucking take it,” he gritted out. He drove his cock harder into you, ripping a choked cry from your throat. “Squeezing me so fucking tight.” The bed dipped beneath his palm as he shifted his weight and brought the blade to your throat again. Sharp metal dug into your delicate skin, the silent threat kicking your heart rate higher and sending a fresh rush of arousal through your body. Your eyes stayed locked with Noah’s, his expression dangerous, teeth occasionally flashing as he clenched his teeth and grunted with every thrust.
The concoction of fear and trust churning in your eyes turned Noah feral; he hammered into you so hard it almost hurt. A particularly harsh thrust inched you up the bed, into the blade, and a sharp, warm sting bloomed at the base of your shoulder and neck. You gasped, but it quickly dissolved into a moan. A wet warmth trickled down across your collar bone and over the swell of your breast. Noah froze, eyes wide, and blood cold at the sight of your own.
“Fuck, babe-”
“Noah, don’t you dare stop,” you panted, squeezing your thighs tighter around his hips and digging your ankles into the small of his back, urging him to continue.
“But-”
“Noah!” you cried out, bucking your hips to get any kind of friction. You were throbbing, you knew he could feel it. If he let the pressure he’d been building in you die out, you swore you’d use that damn katana on him instead. “Please, I need to cum so bad, I swear to god-”
“You’re sure?”
You bucked your hips again and huffed. “Please!”
Noah trusted you; if you said you were okay, if you said you could take it, he knew you could. He carefully tossed the sword onto the carpet, not thinking about the small stain it might leave, and wrapped an arm under your back as he slammed his cock into you again. Blood smeared over his tattoos as he pressed his chest into yours, the thick scent of iron filling his senses as he brushed his lips along your jaw. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. The smell, the way it painted your skin a perfect shade of crimson, the way your face contorted in a blend of ecstasy and pain; it made you hot, as well. The nick stung, the skin around it buzzed deliciously, and knowing that Noah caused it made you blissfully dizzy for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.
“So fucking good for me,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. The words got lost among your pitched moans and cries. He was rutting into you like a mutt in heat, like his pleasure was the only thing that mattered. “My little pain slut.”
Pressure built tighter in your gut, you were close, and Noah could feel it in the way you gripped his dick like a vise, your soft walls caressing him. Your nails raked down his chest, carving a deep path through his tattoos. “Noah! Noah, please!” you cried.
“Please, what, baby? What do you need?” he panted lowly.
“I need to cum! Ple- please, let me cum, Noah!”
“Cum for me, babygirl, cum all over this fucking cock,” he growled and pulled you closer, completely enveloping you in him. You gripped his back and practically screamed his name at the same time he tilted his head to drag his tongue up your neck, following the stream of blood. He gasped your name as you spasmed and gushed around him, thrusting erratically before shoving his hips into yours as far as he could, throbbing inside you and filling you with his warm release. The room was stifling and deafeningly quiet as you both fought to catch your breath. Slowly the post orgasm fuzz that clouded your vision dissipated, leaving your head swimming in fucked out bliss.
Without the adrenaline and pleasure to smother the pain, your cut stung, the sharp sensation growing stronger when you shifted. You hissed and Noah pressed a gentle kiss to your jaw. “I’ll clean you up, baby, don’t worry,” he whispered. Carefully, he pulled out of you, leaving you with that familiar, but disappointing empty feeling. He groaned as he stood, his muscles fatigued and sore. He pulled his boxers up before disappearing to the bathroom. Another bead of blood rolled down your skin and you closed your eyes, wanting nothing more than a long nap.
Noah returned with two rags and a first aid kit. He used the first one- one he dampened with warm water -to clean up the mess between your thighs, and the second to wipe the half dried blood from your chest. It flaked off in pieces, leaving the skin beneath it a raw pink. A deep pain ripped through your shoulder as he put pressure on the wound and softly shushed you.
“I know, baby, god, I’m so sorry,” he rambled. His chest was leaden with guilt despite the satisfied pleasure coating it. He couldn’t believe he hurt you, he should’ve been more careful, he shouldn’t have had the sharp side of the blade against your skin. “I didn’t mean to, I-”
“Noah, stop, it’s okay.” You cut off his ramblings and set your hand on his thigh. “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt that bad. It was an accident.”
“Still, I should’ve-”
“Noah. It’s okay,” you said again, a little firmer. “I promise.” He looked up from your shoulder and into your eyes, gaze flicking between them. You squeezed his thigh and raised your eyebrows expectantly.
“Okay,” he murmured and looked back down to check the bleeding. It had stopped for the most part. He flicked open the first aid kit with his thumbs and rifled through it until he found gauze, Neosporin, and bandages. You couldn’t help but admire how attentive he was, how a little fold had formed between his eyebrows as he focused on taking care of you. How gentle his fingers were as they dressed the wound. There were so many things about him that you loved, but his tenderness was one you loved the most.
With the dressing secured, Noah sat back on his ankles. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, Noah, I’m sure,” you chuckled and held your arms out for him. “C’mere, I’m cold now.”
He huffed a short laugh and slid under the blankets, pulling you with him. You settled against his warm chest, head tucked beneath his chin, and listened to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers absently stroked over your back, tracing mindless patterns into your skin, and he occasionally left lazy kisses to the top of your head.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, and you smiled into his chest.
“I love you, too, Noah,” you slurred tiredly. “Next time let’s use your prop gun.”
No, because I had the most vivid dream of this man standing in the bathroom doorway like this and it inspired me to start writing my first fanfic of him🙈
Basically Noah comes home from tour and catches you trying to get yourself off with the shower because the virtual and phone sex isn't enough. You get close before hearing "That's a wonderful sight to come home to" while he's leaning against the door with that boyish smile of his.
A/N: This picture has been driving me absolutely fucking insane and making me feral. My man about can’t keep up 😭😂
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI 18+, language
Summary: You’re absolutely obsessed with Noah’s muscles and you feed Noah’s God complex.
MDNI 18+
Lounging by the pool in your back yard, you were waiting on Noah to get home from the gym. You’d been with Noah for so long, watching the progress from him going from scrawny to significantly muscular was a process that did not go unnoticed. You didn’t want Noah to think that you were purely obsessed with his muscles now, but it was hard to hide.
The way you’d rub and squeeze all over his arms, the way you’d bite down on his shoulder while he was on top of you, the way your hands would roam up and down his back and along his sides. You would jokingly comment on it and call him your big strong man or tell him that you needed someone with “big daddy arms” to help you do things that you weren’t strong enough for.
Noah would catch you staring from time to time, and he’d always smirk and flex for you just to get a reaction. If you guys were home with nowhere to be, it usually led to him picking you up and fucking the shit out of you while throwing you around, showing off his strength. You admired his muscular body and it made you so, incredibly wet when you’d think about it. He loved the way you’d bite your lip and the way your thighs would clench together when he noticed you looking, especially when he was doing something that put his muscles to use.
Noah was home from the Inkarceration festival, one that you hadn’t seen the pictures of yet and you had long awaited for them to be posted. Not just ones from fans, but ones that Bryan took. You lowered your sunglasses to the tip of your nose as you scrolled down Instagram on your phone, bored as you waited for Noah to get back from the gym. As you scrolled, you ignored the typical memes and regular band news that you followed, the same old stuff going by until you scrolled past something that caught your eye. You quickly scrolled back up, being as you accidentally surpassed it and when you saw it, your jaw dropped.
You sat up in the lounge chair, gasping softly as you studied the picture. Bryan had finally posted the Inkarceration pictures, but you were not prepared for the heat he was packing. The picture that stood out to you the most was a picture he had taken of Noah from behind. Noah was wearing his white tank top and black pants, his arm raised up in the air, his hand spread open and his muscles flexing all throughout. The sight made your thighs tremble slightly and you felt your mouth go dry as the heat went straight between your legs.
As if on queue, you heard the sliding glass door open as Noah stepped out, a giant grin on his face as he removed his sunglasses.
”Hey babygirl,” He spoke up through chews as he chomped a piece of gum. The awe still hadn’t left you, and you blinked up at him slowly, your mouth still agape and his expression went from happy to see you to confused. “W-What’s wrong?” He asked, shoving his keys in his pocket.
You looked Noah over and he was wearing a similar outfit as the photograph, but slightly different. He was wearing a white tank top but he had on black sweatpants this time. You closed your mouth and swallowed before spreading your legs apart and leaning back in your chair.
”I just need a minute to process what I just saw.” You mumbled and Noah snorted.
”What? What are you talking about?” He asked and you held your phone out to him, the picture on display as he took it and glanced at the photo. He raised an eyebrow, handing it back to you. “So? It’s just a picture of m-“
”It’s not what the picture is of or really what’s even happening.” You said and he sat down in the lounge chair beside you.
”O…k? Then…what is the problem?” He asked, rubbing his hands together nervously. You turned your head towards him, eyes half lidded and a smirk spread across his face. “I know that look.” He chuckled.
”Oh, there’s no problem. No problem at all.” You huffed. “It’s just…oh my fucking God, Noah. You look…fucking ethereal. Your arms…” You trailed off, shaking your head and he threw his head back, laughing.
”My arms? That’s what’s got you so stirred up? Well if me just moving my arms around gets you off, that’s all you had to say.” He grinned and you blushed, looking away.
”That’s not…” You scoffed and he gave you a silly look.
”I want to hear your dirty little fucking mouth admit it.” He said, his tone of voice changing as he reached out and tilted your chin towards him. Your eyes met and you swallowed hard, the smile gone from his face.
”Admit what?” You asked.
”Admit…admit that you get off on how big I am.” He whispered and you smiled.
”I just didn’t want to make you think I didn’t like you before.” You said and he rolled his eyes.
”I never thought that. You still fucked me back then.” He smirked and you shook your head.
”Yeah, but, it’s not the same.” You muttered and he sighed.
”It’s ok to admit that you think I’m better looking now. Trust me baby, I know. And it’s so obvious. I see the way you look at me now. I catch you staring at my arms and shit. Don’t think I don’t notice you grabbing all over my arms and stuff. When you cum you always grab onto my biceps like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded and not gonna lie, kinda feeds my God complex a little bit.” He chuckled and you bit your lip.
”Well if that does it for you…then carry me in the house and show me what these big daddyish arms can do.” You whispered and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he lunged forward, scooping you up into his arms.
You let out a squeal and laughed as he held you close, carrying you into the house. Noah wasted no time, carrying you through the house and upstairs to the bedroom. He tossed you back onto the bed and stood over you as you propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him. He reached forward and plucked the sunglasses off of your face, setting them on the nightstand before tugging his sweatpants off and his tank top. He stood before you in only his boxers before taking a step back. You looked him up and down, a smile spreading across your face and he smirked at you.
”Do you like what you see?” He asked and you nodded, watching as he turned his upper half, flexing his arms in different ways for you to see. “What part is your favorite baby? The arms? The abs? What does it for you?” He asked and you sat up, reaching out to him. You rested your hands on his biceps and gave them a light squeeze before running your hands up his shoulders.
”Mainly the arms and shoulders.” You said before smirking. “And your back when I can see it.” You said and he reached down and grabbed you up under your armpits and tossed you further back onto the bed.
”You look hot in this bikini, but you look hotter naked.” He whispered, grabbing the waistband of your bikini bottoms and pulling them off of you. You arched your back so he could reach behind you and untie the strings holding the bikini top, your nipples pebbling as he removed the top and they hit the cool air in the bedroom.
Noah climbed on top of you and grabbed your jaw, making you look at him before he kissed you roughly, all tongue and teeth as you moaned into his mouth, his breaths heavy through his nose as your hands made their way to his shoulder blades. Noah shivered at your touch, your tongues interlocking as he reached down between you and ran his fingers over your bare pussy, a light coating of slick spreading across his fingers. He smirked against your lips, bringing his hand up beside his head before breaking the kiss and licking his fingers clean.
”Even after the pool, you taste so good.” He whispered and you laughed.
”I never got IN the pool, Noah. I wasn’t even out there that long.” You giggled and he shrugged.
”Explains why it tastes like pussy and not chlorine.” He chuckled before reaching back down and brushing his fingers up and down your clit gently. You whimpered, bucking your hips up against his hand as you looked into his eyes.
His eyes were dark and lustful, his lips slightly parted as his tongue peeked out along his bottom lip. His hair was falling around his face, his whole entity a sight for sore eyes. He was so beautiful, he was otherworldly. You reached up and rested your hands on his cheeks before pulling his face back to yours, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
”Noah,” You whispered as you pushed his face back slightly.
”What babygirl?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours.
”Y-You’re so, so fucking beautiful.” You practically moaned out and he smiled softly. “You’re literally fucking godlike. And you know it.” You said and he groaned lowly.
”Keep feeding my ego babe, just making my cock harder when you tell me the things you love about me.” He chuckled and you smiled.
”Yeah? It makes you hard knowing how fucking hot you are to me? How just looking at you makes my pussy so wet for you. Fuck, I can’t look at your arms without picturing you holding me with them while you fuck me so hard I can’t even breathe.” You huffed out and his eyes fluttered shut.
”Do you think about my cock a lot?” He asked and you nodded furiously.
”Yes, yes I do. It’s so big and feels so good, I’ve never been able to cum so hard in my life until I had your big cock. No one would ever be able to fuck me like you do.” You moaned and you felt his hard cock brush against your inner thigh.
”Fuck, baby, who makes your pussy this wet?” He asked.
”You do.” You cried out and his eyes opened, his eyebrows furrowing.
”Say my fucking name.” He growled.
”You, Noah, you make me so wet. You make me cum so hard, Noah. Your cock feels so good, Noah.” You babbled and he smirked.
”Fucking right I do. Who fucking owns your pussy?” He asked and you reached down between the two of you, grabbing onto his rock hard member.
”You do Noah, fuck, I need to feel you inside of me, please,” You whined and he shook his head.
”Not yet baby, I haven’t even got anywhere with you yet.” He said as he began to kiss down your body, descending downwards until he rested between your thighs. He grabbed onto your thighs and parted them, kissing back and forth between your inner thighs before placing a kiss at the top of your mound. “I want you to tell me, while I eat this pretty little pussy, who is fucking doing it and who feels this fucking good.” He ordered before slowly diving in, his tongue gliding up your slit.
You moaned, bucking up your hips as he made contact with your pussy. He dug his fingertips into your thighs, pressing his mouth down harder over your whole pussy. His tongue was flat, licking up and down as his lips enveloped you, whimpers leaving you as he began to circle and suckle on your clit. You reached up, grabbing onto your breasts and rolling your nipples between your fingers gently as he lapped at your pussy. He watched you as he licked you, one hand releasing your thigh as he slid his hand up to your pussy and brushed his fingers over your soaking wet entrance, moving his mouth completely up to your clit. He gently worked his middle finger into your entrance, your pussy squeezing around his finger as he slowly pushed it up inside.
”Fuck, m-more,” You begged and he began to pump his finger in and out fo you.
”Sure, but you haven’t even told me anything yet.” He notated and you nodded, your eyes closed.
”S-Sorry, just…too good,” You whispered as his finger plunged in and out of you, the wet sounds filling the room.
“Go on,” He pressed before flicking his tongue back and forth quickly and picking up the pace with his finger. You gasped softly as he quickened his pace, your mouth falling open and your breath hitching.
”O-Oh, fuck, baby,” You moaned, your hands flying to his hair. “Fuck, you eat my pussy so well, your tongue feels so fucking good.” You cried out and he hummed around your clit. “Oh my God,” You whispered and he pulled away from your clit with a soft ‘pop’.
”I’m right here,” He smirked before pushing a second finger inside. You whimpered as you adjusted to the addition, your eyes screwing shut as he began to curl his fingers upwards.
”Noah,” You panted and he nodded before lazily swiping his tongue along your clit again. He continued to fuck you with his fingers and tongue before he suddenly removed his fingers and his mouth, removing himself from between your legs.
”I can tell this isn’t doing it for you.” He said and you scoffed, glaring at him.
”W-What? What the fuck are you talking about, I was about to cum!” You spat and he shook his head.
”Yeah, maybe, but it’s not getting you going the way it does when I’m on top of you, drilling you with my cock.” He said and you continued to glare at him.
”Noah, I wasn’t done.” You grumbled and he shook his head.
”You can cum, I promise. But I’m not satisfied. I need you screaming and shaking and soaking my cock. I’ve made you squirt and make a huge mess before. My mouth and my fingers simply aren’t enough. You can’t get a good view or hold of my arms from down there.” He said, grabbing your left leg and propping your ankle up on his right shoulder. He pushed your right leg facing out and pushed it up so it was bent as he lined himself up with your entrance.
Noah reached down and grabbed onto his hard cock, rubbing it up and down your entire pussy, slapping it against your clit a few times. The heaviness of his cock made your eyes flutter, the feeling of the large head prodding your clit causing you to whine.
”P-Please, get inside,” You begged and he smirked.
”Needy are we? Is my cock really that fucking good?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and you nodded furiously.
”Y-Yes, Noah, fuck. Your cock is so big and it feels so good inside of me, I need you.” You panted and he grinned.
”You know, I heard this song at the gym today that reminded me of you. It came up on my Amazon Music.” He said and you raised an eyebrow.
”Oh yeah? What was it?” You asked.
”Desire by Meg Myers. I didn’t think anything of it until I really listened to the lyrics and fuck, it’s pretty hot when I think about you.” He said and you smiled.
”Really?” You asked and he nodded.
”Yeah, makes me think of how you fucking crumble at the sight of me and you beg me to fuck you and let me do whatever the fuck I want to you.” He said and you bit your lip.
”I wanna hear it.” You said and he leaned over, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. You watched as he scrolled through his phone momentarily, the sound of it connecting to the soundbar in the bedroom filling the room. Noah placed his phone back on the nightstand as the song began to play and he got back into position.
He pressed a kiss to your shin before he rested his cheek against it, reaching back down and guiding the tip to your entrance. He rubbed it up and down a couple more times before finally pressing into you gently, your pussy giving to the gentle force. Your entrance practically sucked Noah in, a shaky breath coming from him as he pushed in further. Your legs quivered a bit as he went further in before he pulled back out a little. He gently fucked you only an inch or so in before he finally pushed himself in completely, his tip brushing your cervix gently. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, his tongue tracing along his bottom lip.
”How does it feel baby? Does my cock feel good inside of you? Your pussy feels absolutely intoxicating around me. It’s so fucking tight and wet and you’re so fucking hot, fuck, I could cum already.” He huffed out and you purposely clenched your pussy around him.
”It feels so fucking good Noah, it’s so big and stretches me so well, fuck. I love it when you fuck me,” You moaned and he grinned before he began thrusting in and out of you at a medium pace. Your eyes closed and he stopped abruptly.
”Keep your fucking eyes open, you can’t see the goods if you shut your eyes. Eyes on me.” He demanded and your eyes shot open before you nodded, resting your hands on his thighs. “Good girl.” He purred before leaning over you and gripping onto the headboard with both hands.
You looked up, your eyes wide as you watched the way his chest and arms looked stretched outwards over you, the muscles in his arms flexing as he squeezed the headboard. Your mouth hung open slightly as you took in the sight, your head shaking slowly.
”Just like that baby, don’t fucking move.” You whispered and he huffed out a laugh.
”You’re such a dirty little slut for me aren’t you? Pussy’s fucking soaking and squeezing my cock just from looking at me, god damn.” He boasted as he began to drive his cock into you roughly, his hips slamming against your ass as he pounded into you, your back arching as he fucked you. You were moaning loudly, making sure you kept your eyes on him at all times. Your eyes watered from the sheer pleasure you felt, a couple stray tears escaping your eyes. “Oh fuck baby, even crying? Holy shit, I didn’t know it was this good.” He chuckled and you nodded. “Fuck, I can literally feel you dripping down my cock and balls right now,” He shuttered and you reached up and ran your hands up and down his arms.
Noah grunted with each thrust as he fucked you hard and fast, the angle that he was hitting inside of you just right as you felt the build up, your legs beginning to shake and your eyes threatening to close. Your hands were violently trembling, scrambling to hold onto his arms as he grit his teeth, trying to keep his momentum.
”F-Fuck, come here,” You whispered, reaching up towards his face and he released the headboard before adjusting himself to where he braced your body with both of his arms on each side of you. He rested his hands on your cheeks and you rested your hands on his shoulders.
Noah dipped his head down to your neck and began to kiss and suck the skin gently as he continued to drive his hips up, his pace much slower now. You trembled beneath him as his tongue traced from your throat, all the way up your neck, just below your ear and along your jaw line before he enveloped your lips into a rough, wet kiss. You shivered, his fingers tangling through your hair as he held onto you tightly.
”You gonna cum for me?” He moaned, resting his forehead against your collar bone.
”Of course,” You panted and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your breast.
”Good, because I’m going to fill your pussy with all of me.” He growled and you moaned, your pussy clenching around him at his words. “Haha, you like when I tell you I’m going to cum inside of you? Dirty fucking girl,” He chuckled as you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in. He gave a small look of shock and smirked. “Oh man, you fucking asked for it.” He said before gritting his teeth and squeezing you with his arms, suddenly jack hammering his cock into you.
You screamed out, his cock slamming into you repeatedly at a ridiculously fast pace, grunts and growls erupting from his throat as you continued to scream out, your eyes screwing shut. At this point, Noah’s face was buried in your chest so he couldn’t tell what you were looking at anymore. He felt your nails digging into his shoulders, bringing him to the edge as he sucked in a sharp breath.
”Fuck baby, quick, t-tell me to cum inside,” He begged and your eyes shot open, your orgasm approaching quickly.
”C-Cum inside of me Noah, please, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum,” You cried out and he groaned out loudly.
”Cum on my fucking dick baby, shit,” He practically yelled right in your ear as he buried his cock inside of you, finishing with a loud moan. The feeling of him pulsating inside of you brought you to your own orgasm, a cry leaving you as your pussy began squeezing around him, a showering of your own fluids spraying around his cock, a layer of wetness soaking the both of you and the sheets.
Noah collapsed completely, his head laying on your chest as the both of you attempted to catch your breath, your chests heaving up and down as you held each other. You shut your eyes and let your body relax into the mattress as you tried to recover from the brutal fucking Noah just gave you, your pussy still throbbing slightly as he pulled out of you gently.
Noah rolled over and onto his back beside you, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies. He fanned himself with his hand, you giggling through pants as you shifted your legs.
”That good huh?” You asked and he smiled.
”Fucking yeah it was. I had two work outs today. My body is beat.” He chuckled and you shrugged.
”Eh, it’s good for you.” You muttered and he sighed.
”Well, on that note, we both definitely need to shower. Not only did I get sweaty as fuck at the gym, but now I’m covered in double sweat, cum and spit.” He said and you cringed.
”Ew,” You giggled and he laughed.
”Well, it’s true.” He said and you sat up looking at the mess on the sheets.
”Yeah, that and now the whole bed needs changed.” You said and he nodded in agreement.
”We’ll take care of that after. But for now, shower.” He commanded, rolling out of the bed.
He walked around to your side of the bed and scooped you up into his arms, your skin uncomfortably sticking together as you came into contact with him. He carried you into the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom before sitting you down on the toilet. You sat there and watched as he turned on the water in the shower, stretching his arms above him as he waited for the water to turn on. You admired the way his body moved as you went to the bathroom and he met your eyes, a smirk spreading over your face as he chuckled.
”Uh oh, not again,” He laughed, noticing that you once again, were staring at him.
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The large, gilded mirror in Zuko’s private chambers reflected everything.
Moonlight spilled across the room, but the only light that mattered was the warm glow of the candles and the way Zuko’s golden eyes burned as he held you. He had you on your knees in front of the mirror, your upper body pressed forward, chest nearly touching the cool floor while your ass stayed raised for him.
“Zuko—” you whimpered as he pushed back inside you from behind, slow and deep, stretching you open around his thick cock.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured playfully, voice low and rough with desire. His large, scarred hands slid over yours, fingers threading between yours and pinning them firmly to the floor on either side of your head. He used his weight to keep you deliciously trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy.
You could see everything in the mirror.
The way your face was flushed and desperate, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure. Zuko’s powerful body caged yours from behind, his broad shoulders and muscular back flexing with every thrust. His dark hair had fallen loose from its topknot, strands sticking to his sweat-dampened skin.
He leaned down, pressing his chest flush against your back, and kissed the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin just below your ear. You moaned loudly, clenching around him.
“Look at yourself,” Zuko whispered hotly against your ear, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “Look how pretty you look when I’m fucking you like this.”
He rocked his hips deeper, grinding against you, keeping you pinned with his body and his hands over yours. Every thrust pushed you forward slightly before he pulled you back onto his cock, controlling the pace completely.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, biting down on your shoulder again, then soothing the mark with his tongue. “So tight… so warm… You’re mine, aren’t you?”
You whimpered pathetically, unable to do anything but take him. The position had your legs spread wide, knees bent, while Zuko’s strong arms kept your upper body locked down and his hips did all the work. You could barely move — only tremble and moan beneath him.
In the mirror, you watched his face — the way his eyes darkened with lust every time your expression twisted in pleasure. He was drinking it in, savoring every little whimper, every flutter of your lashes, every time your mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“That’s it, love,” he praised softly, kissing the shell of your ear. “Let me hear those pretty sounds. I love when you fall apart for me.”
His thrusts grew a little faster, deeper, still controlled but more insistent. One of his hands stayed laced with yours, the other sliding slightly to grip your wrist as he nipped at your neck again.
The pleasure was building unbearably fast. Your thighs started shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around his thick cock with every deep stroke. “Zuko— I’m— I’m gonna—”
“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice strained with lust. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me see you fall apart in the mirror.”
Your orgasm crashed over you hard. You cried out his name, eyes locked on your own reflection as your face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a broken moan. Your walls clenched rhythmically around him, squeezing his cock as waves of intense pleasure rolled through your body. Zuko groaned deeply, fucking you through every pulse and twitch of your orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered tenderly, even as he fucked you harder. “All flushed and needy… taking everything I give you. My perfect girl.”
You moaned his name brokenly, eyes locked on the mirror — on the sight of Zuko claiming you so completely, his body dominating yours while his voice stayed so sweet and loving in your ear.
He smiled against your skin, eyes never leaving your reflection.
“I could watch you like this forever.”
His pace suddenly became more desperate, hips snapping harder against your ass. “Fuck— you’re squeezing me so tight,” he growled, breath hot against your neck. “I’m close…”
With a few final, deep thrusts, Zuko buried himself to the hilt inside you. He came with a low, guttural groan, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy. You felt every pulse — the way his cock throbbed hard inside you, pumping rope after rope of warm seed deep into your womb. The sensation was overwhelming, making your belly feel full and warm.
Your eyes stayed glued to the mirror, unable to look away. You watched Zuko’s face contort in raw pleasure, his golden eyes fluttering half-shut, lips parted as he moaned your name. His muscular body tensed behind you, hips stuttering as he kept grinding slowly, pushing his cum even deeper. You could see the moment it started to leak out — thick, pearly white fluid dripping down your thighs from where his cock stretched you open.
A broken, shaky whimper escaped your lips. The sight of him filling you combined with the intense warmth spreading inside you pushed you into another smaller, trembling orgasm. Your walls fluttered and clenched around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop as you moaned helplessly.
“Zuko… oh gods—” you gasped, voice hoarse and wrecked. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal at how obscene you looked in the mirror — flushed, teary-eyed, and leaking his cum while he stayed buried deep inside you.
Zuko stayed buried inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily, placing soft kisses of the back of your neck while his hand gently stroked your side.
“Mine,” he whispered possessively, golden eyes still fixed on your joined bodies in the mirror. “All mine.”
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I see Saturn as a fatherly planet. In my opinion, he’s a strict, authoritarian teacher, there to force us through the growing pains of this life. For this, I have crafted a post on what I believe to be the hardest lessons for us to learn, based on which house Saturn falls in.
୨୧ First House ୨୧
Self discovery. Growing up, you could’ve been limited when it came to self expression. Either by a parent or by your own fear of rejection. Taking charge, leading, or risky decisions could also be something you avoid.
୨୧ Second House ୨୧
Low or distorted self image. You may have struggled with feeling secure or stable in your body, possibly to the extent of developing eating dis*rders. Income, and possessions could also be something you’re worried about. The fear of not having enough or losing what you do have could be a familiar feeling.
୨୧ Third House ୨୧
Communication with others, with emphasis on relatives. You could feel like the black sheep, or your family doesn’t really care for your input. Minor disagreements, misunderstandings, and differences could be common here. Generally, you may be antisocial and introverted, also finding it harder than others to fix bad habits.
୨୧ Fourth House ୨୧
Family tension, especially with your father. Your father can put a lot of pressure on you, or you feel that your parents want you to jump through hoops to accomplish things. You also may struggle with privacy, either feeling like people are always in your business or like you have to be overly private with things that aren’t actually that deep. You could feel insecure when your family is brought up in conversation, or you’re self conscious because of your parent’s expectations.
୨୧ Fifth House ୨୧
Creative endeavors. Saturn here could make the native feel limited when it comes to their creativity. You could be afraid to put your ideas or works out in the open, because in the past people have been critical. Natives struggle with self-sabotage and constantly try to redo or change their work, even when other people praise them. If you write, you could have times of writers block so bad it feels like you’ve forgotten the skill.
୨୧ Sixth House ୨୧
Getting your health and diet under control. Natives can find it hard to stick to a diet, overindulging themselves on sweets and fast food. This doesn’t mean the native will struggle with health issues because of their diet, but they could fear it while their diet remains unchanged. Routines in general could be something you struggle with.
୨୧ Seventh House ୨୧
Insecurity with close relationships. Trust issues or paranoia could arise in romance or friendships due to past emotional neglect. S*x may be nerve wracking for them. The native could also have enemies that have a lot more footing in the native’s mind than they’re comfortable admitting.
୨୧ Eighth House ୨୧
Insecurity around mental health or feelings of guilt which can be misplaced. These natives could struggle to open up, possibly due to having their mental health issues suppressed as a child. Opening up can feel dangerous for this native, or their father specifically could’ve been emotionally or psychologically damaging for them.
୨୧ Ninth House ୨୧
Spirituality and travel. Natives may struggle in faith or feel shunned by religious communities. They may have trauma here, with parents who forced them to participate in organized religion. They could also be hesitant to travel. Maybe they have anxiety about being away from home, or they desire vacations and roadtrips but can’t afford it, or something comes up last minute.
୨୧ Tenth House ୨୧
Being perceived. Natives can feel anxious about their reputation, or they could have someone (their mother?) who sabotages their public image in someway. They could also feel like it’s harder for them to get attention at work, possibly having a common experience of their work going overlooked or criticized.
୨୧ Eleventh House ୨୧
Making friends. Natives don’t necessarily make friends easily, and if they do get invited to social gatherings, they’re anxious and feel out of place. They can also feel self conscious about their goals, even having their friends talk down to them about their hopes and dreams.
୨୧ Twelfth House ୨୧
Being alone. Natives can feel afraid to be alone with their own thoughts. They may have nightmares or sleep paralysis, and if they have trauma, they could relive that in their dreams. They also could be very secretive about their suffering, not wanting anyone to get too close out of the fear of being portrayed, which they could’ve had happen in the past. Or they feel like their pain goes unnoticed.
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