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cncohshit · 1 month

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my best friend! matt obsession has brought me here,, if you consider “you can practice on me” and “that looks too big” prompts with him that would be amazing!! riding or oral 🫠

Teach Me

Matt Dierkes x Fem!Reader

Content warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, casual sex

Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. this is all fake. Literally none of this happened.

Alright, buckle up yall. I might have took this in a slightly different direction than maybe was expected, but I had a lot of fun with this and hopefully yall will enjoy it too. 💚

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You eye Matt where he sits on the couch next to you in what the festival organizers seem to call a green room. It feels more like a locker room and even calling the thing you sit on a couch is polite. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen this exact thing on clearance in the Home Depot patio section. But beggars can’t be choosers and it’s nice to see Matt… or it would be if he could stop checking his phone every five minutes. Even if you couldn’t feel the nervous tension pouring off him in waves, you can see it. Others might not, but you’ve known Matt a long time. Long enough to know that the tightness of his jaw and bouncing leg have nothing to do with tonight being their first show back after a two-month break.

“Okay,” you say with a sigh when you just can’t take it anymore, “what is it?”

He hums distracted, not even bothering to look at you as he replies, “What’s what?”

Turning to face him, you reach over and tap his phone, watching as it tumbles into his lap. That finally gets his attention, and he looks at you with a saccharine smile. “Yes? May I help you?”

“Dude, apart from giving me a hug and bringing me back here, you’ve been very quiet, and your buddies might not see there’s something bugging you, but I do.” You push the bill of his hat down until it covers his eyes, just because you know it gets under his skin, and because you can. “So, spill.”

“God, you’re fucking annoying,” he says, lifting his hat to settle it back on his head correctly. “Why am I friends with you again?”

“Uh, because you wanted to piss off your brother and liked me too much to stop hanging out with me just because we broke up?” You offer with a shrug, and it’s true. You spent the most of your junior year, and part of your senior year, in a serious relationship with his brother until he ended it just before graduation. It hurt, in the typical way young love always does, but you and Matt had become thick as thieves, much to his brother’s chagrin. He went as far to bring you around more and more just to get under your ex’s skin even after you broke up. “Now, stop changing the subject, and tell me what’s got you all twisted like this?”

Matt sighs, “I think I’m bad at head.”

Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that, and you can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles up out of your throat. “I’m sorry?”

He rolls his eyes as he speaks slowly, putting emphasis on the words as if to help them sink in better. “I think I’m bad at eating pussy… is that better?”

You flip him off. “I got that asshole. I'm not stupid.” You’re just surprised; you and Matt have known each other for a long time, and he’s never had a hard time keeping women around. “Did something happen between you and--?”

“Hannah. And, maybe?” His head falls back as he slouches further into the couch with a groan. Seconds tick by as you wait for him to continue, and for a moment, you think he’s gonna clam up; tell you it’s nothing and move on. But then, “We were hooking up the night before I left and I’m not a dick, okay? I like a girl to have a good time and foreplay’s fun, but when I was down there… it kind of felt like she kept trying to hurry things along.”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like to be eaten out?”

“Do you know any girls that don’t like to be eaten out?” He asks sarcastically.

“Well, no,” you sass, “but I’m trying to be optimistic for you here… How was the rest of it?”

“If you’re asking if she came, she did, okay?” Matt responds, defensive.

Your hands shoot up in mock surrender, but you’re too stunned to say anything more. The silence that settles between you feels awkward, thick.

“You know what? Forget it.” He says after a few minutes of quiet. “I don’t know why I told you that.” But he fidgets, picking at the hard woven plastic of the armrest, drumming his fingers on the surface after one of his nails catches. The air in the room is tense, thick with his unease, and in all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him like this.

“This is really bugging you, isn't it?”

He blows air out of his nose with derisive amusement. “Well yeah. What if I’m actually that bad and she’s just the first one that was semi-honest about it?”

“What if you practiced on me?” The words are out of your mouth before you have time to really think about them, your eyes widening as they fully sink it. But it’s too late to take them back now.

You watch the pink appear on Matt’s cheeks as he processes what you just said, “Listen…” he starts, saying your name in that soft way he seems to only save for serious occasions, “you’re my best friend, and I think the world of you, but--”

“Oh shut up, Dierkes,” you interrupt as soon as you realize where this is going. “This isn’t about me secretly being in love with you and shooting my shot, okay? Gross. But if you’re this worried about it, I would be willing to help.”

He eyes you in disbelief, studying you with a quirked brow. “And why would you do that?”

You shrug. “I don’t know… you seem to be beating yourself up about it, and really, who better to do it with than someone who’s gonna be completely honest with you?”

His head tilts, and he crosses his arms. “How can you be so sure things won't get complicated?”

You’re not blind, you know Matt’s attractive, but you also know Matt. Deeply. You don’t think there’s a side to him you haven’t seen, and you know without a doubt that if the two of you tried to date, you’d probably strangle each other within a week. Which is exactly what you tell him. Tacking on, “Besides, your brother was more than enough to turn me off of getting romantically involved with a Dierkes boy ever again.”

“Hey--”

Ignoring his offense, you continue, “It’s just an offer, so relax. We’ll still hang out, do our gaming shit and normal coffee meetups when you get back from tour… you’ll just, hopefully, be a little better at going down on a girl.”

You can almost hear the gears turning in his brain as he mulls it over, and for all your bluster about how this isn’t gonna change anything, you start to get nervous the longer he takes to give you an answer. What if he does say no, and decides your offer was a little too weird for him to still want to be friends? You weren’t kidding when you said you have no romantic interest in him, but losing him as a friend? That would hurt.

Just as he did earlier, you’re about to say forget it and move on, but Matt interrupts your spiraling thoughts with a soft, “Okay.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said okay. Let's do it,” Matt laughs before his voice turns teasing. “Unless you’re already chickening out of your own offer.”

You scoff, secretly relieved that this hasn’t backfired on you so far. “Wouldn’t have offered it if I was just gonna back out the minute you said yes. Come on, you know me better than that.”

He shakes his head, amused, as he scoots closer to you. “I do…”

It takes you by surprise when his arm wraps around your back, as does the way his lips settle over yours without warning. You even surprise yourself when you kiss him back, perhaps too shocked to do anything but go along with it. He’s not a bad kisser. His lips are soft, moving along yours with a practiced ease, and it’s only when his tongue slips into your mouth to curl against yours that you come back to yourself.

You make a noise of disbelief, pulling away from his mouth with a sudden inhale. “What are you doing?”

“What? Do you really just start out with oral or do you at least do some kissing first?”

“Are you saying you need pointers on how to kiss, too?” You joke as you clear your throat, pushing away all thoughts of how good Matt Dierkes just kissed you.

He smirks, a spark of the man you’re used to coming back to life, “You tell me.”

You don’t answer that, choosing instead to level him with an unimpressed look. “How about you just go lock the door?”

He huffs a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as he turns his back, your shorts and underwear fall to a heap on the floor and you try to quell the nervousness suddenly brewing in your gut as you hear the lock turn. It’s so loud, even with the sound of the air conditioning running through the room. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs as time seems to stretch on and he’s still facing the door; you wonder if he’s second guessing himself at this moment just like you are now.

Matt takes a deep breath, rolls his shoulders, and turns, coming toward you with a new resolve. As soon as he sees you bare from the waist down, however, he pauses. “Are you gonna let me do anything?”

Aiming for nonchalance, you shrug, “I’m gonna let you eat me out. Anything else is kind of irrelevant, don’t you think?” But as much as you try to remain casual, unaffected, you can’t hold back your soft gasp when he kneels between your legs and takes off his hat to set it on the cushion beside you.

His hands are warm, leaving little sparks of something in their wake as they travel up your thighs and he pulls you to the edge of the couch. “Okay, I’m just gonna…” his words trail off as you feel his nose brush along your folds, and you still can’t believe you’re doing this; that you offered this. What if he’s actually not bad and that girl just bullshitted him? And then you’re just stuck with the fact that you crossed this line when it wasn’t necessary…

But then his mouth closes around your clit and oh. You’re suddenly very aware of why that last girl did not want him to eat her out. He’s enthusiastic, you’ll give him that, but, whatever arousal his kiss managed to stir dies the minute his tongue pokes at you.

"Oh my god, how are you this bad??"

You can feel the huff of his breath against your cunt when before he pulls away to sigh, "That awful, huh?"

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you aim for kindness. "Matt, I say this with all the love in my heart, but, whoever taught you how to eat pussy is a fucking idiot." He glances up at you from between your thighs with that smart ass smirk back on his face and you think you know exactly who gave him pointers about oral. “I swear to god if you say it was--”

“Okay, okay, I won’t,” he interrupts with a laugh, “but, do you talk to all the guys you hookup with like this?"

"Only if they suck. Which you do."

"Then fucking teach me, asshole"

"Fine." You slip your fingers into his hair as you roll your eyes, guiding his mouth back down to your clit. "Don't start off just by sucking on it... you gotta work a girl up… roll your tongue along it." He does as you say and you can feel the warm, pleasant feeling trickle back into your belly.

“O-okay... yeah, just like that--” but the second the words leave your lips, it’s as if he’s completely forgotten what you said. His tongue turns rigid, flicking against you harshly instead of how you just taught him.

He stops. As if he can sense your change in demeanor, and instead of slightly amused, he sounds slightly frustrated. “What is it now?”

Tension rises in his shoulders, but before he can pull away, you wrap one of your legs around him. “Soften your tongue and listen to me… think of it like,” you trail off as you wrack your brain for a way to spell it out for him before settling on the first thing that comes to your mind, “like you’re licking up melting ice cream from a cone.” The comparison almost makes you cringe, but he huffs and soon you feel his tongue against your clit again. It’s better this time, enough to stoke the heat growing in your belly.

He pays attention to the sounds you make, listening intently when your breathing changes and letting you guide his head to where you need his touch the most. But even though it feels good, soon it’s not enough.

“Matt…”

He doesn’t pull away from you, instead muffling his response of what against your folds between swipes of his tongue. The vibration of his voice against your bundle of nerves is maddening, only making your need worse.

“Use…” you pant, “use your fingers.”

You bite your lip when he slips a finger into you, and you’re pretty sure you almost tear a hole through the skin when he adds a second. But his finger game is only mildly better than his ability to eat pussy, and you wince when he starts jack hammering them into you. You pull on his hair until he pauses and his eyes slip up to meet yours. “You’re not fucking me, you’re fingering me. Slow down, curl your fingers… like your trying to tell me to come here--”

Your sentence ends with a gasp when he does just that, curling the digits inside you, and he manages to pull a whimper out of you when his fingertips brush against that one spot inside you. “Fuck,” you gasp. “Keep—keep going.”

You can feel his lips curve into a smirk against you, but before you can give him a hard time about it, he takes the initiative and closes his lips around your clit. The moment you feel the delicious pleasure as he starts to suck on the bundle of nerves, you’re done for. Clamping a hand over your mouth, you muffle the moan you’re unable to hold back as your orgasm takes hold.

With as weak of a start he had, it’s impressive the way Matt works you through it; slipping his fingers in and out of you with a rhythm that almost prolongs your climax. He pulls away from you when your legs finally stop shaking, sitting back on his heels to glance up at you with a hopeful gaze.

There are no feelings here, but even you can admit the sight of Matt Dierkes kneeling below you - mouth and chin wet with your slick - twists something inside your belly.

“So?” he asks after he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “How’d I do?”

Your mouth twists up, as if you’re tallying up some unseen score in your head. But while you debate drawing it out just to make him squirm longer, there’s something in his face that makes you stop and be honest. “Well, you still could use some work… but I came, didn’t I?”

His answering smile makes you want to melt, and you’re almost thankful he ducks his head because your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “Yeah… yeah, you did.”

You’re confused when he doesn’t immediately get up, instead leaning over to grab your shorts and underwear from the floor to hand them to you.

“Everything okay?’

“Yeah… I’m uh…” his cheeks turn pink, “I’m just hard.”

Oh. And maybe it’s about returning the favor, because he did just make you cum, and you are nothing if not gentlewoman, but you find yourself offering, “Do you wanna--”

“Do I want to what?”

Now it’s your turn to blush as you force the words out. “Do you want to have sex?”

He utters your name, almost as if he’s exhausted. “This was about you talking me through giving head and I appreciate the pointers, but I don’t need a pit--”

“If you say the words pity fuck, I will smack you,” you interrupt once you realize where his train of thought was going. “This isn’t about pity. It’s about reciprocation, okay? You just had your face in my pussy… and gave me a pretty decent orgasm… why not just go all in?”

That startles a laugh out of him. “Wow, you sure know how to make a guy feel special,” he says with a shake of his head. But he stands to pull his wallet out of his back pocket and retrieves a condom, anyway. “Are you definitely sure this won’t change anything?”

“You just gave me head, and yet I still think you can be an annoying shit. That help?” You deadpan, but your mouth pulls up into a lopsided grin and you point to the shiny square in his hand. “Look at you being all prepared, huh?”

He suddenly turns bashful, avoiding your gaze as he fiddles with the button of his jeans, “Well, not every woman keeps what I use on hand, so…”

“You’re not one of those guys that uses the Skyn condoms, are you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Since when are you allergic to latex, anyway?”

“Oh, I’m not… I just…”

Two things happen at once. Your brain finally clocks the gold color of the condom wrapper, making the connection just as Matt pulls himself from the confines of his underwear.

“That’s not gonna fit.” You blurt, followed by a bit of nervous laughter as, once again, the words leave your mouth with little to no input from your brain, which seems to be a recurring theme for the day.

“You really don’t have to stroke my ego, you know. I’m already planning on having sex with you,” he says, that pink tint back on his face, spreading even further down to his neck. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

You scoff with a shake of your head, trying not to let on how thrown off you are. “I’m just wondering how you’ve apparently been hiding that in your pants all these years and I’ve been none the wiser.”

“You mean none of the girls I’ve been with have ever--”

“Matt, we’re almost the same person, and none of the women you’ve been with have ever felt the need to spill the beans on your sexual escapades,” you quip with a roll of your eyes, “now, when it comes to you being an asshole, however. I know everything about that.”

He rolls his eyes with a huff of laughter. “Such a sweet talker… so, how do you wanna do this?”

“Let me ride you?” With a thing like that, there is no way you’re letting him control the pace, even if he might be better at sex than he is at giving head.

He nods, sitting beside you and placing the condom in your hand without a fight when you gesture. His hands settle on your hips as you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him while you tear the gold foil open with your teeth. Strong fingers hold you tightly, their tips indenting into your skin and a groan works its way out of his mouth when yours wrap around him. He feels heavy in your hand, twitching in your grip as you stroke him softly before you roll the condom onto his length.

“Okay… I’m gonna…” You hate the tremor you feel in your bones as you hold him steady, waiting for his affirmation before you slide onto him.

“Y—yeah… okay.” His stutter makes you feel slightly better, that you’re not the only one thrown off by this line you’re both about to cross and he nods. Taking that as your permission, you begin to slowly sink down onto him.

The stretch of his cock makes you hiss, but it’s not uncomfortable. Quite the opposite actually. You’ve never been one to care too much about size, but you can’t deny the way the full feeling heats your blood. Every roll of your hips sends him deeper, splitting you open in such a delicious way and even though you only came a few minutes ago, you can already feel yourself building again.

“Oh, holy shit…” Matt gasps when your thighs meet, and all you can do is nod in agreement. “You doing okay?”

“‘M good…” you mumble, taking a minute to adjust to the full feeling of having him inside you.

“So much for not fitting,” he jokes, breathless. “You’re taking me like a champ.”

Clenching around him in retaliation, you watch the cocky smirk fall from his face as he bites his lip. Your eyes roll back at the way he feels inside you as you give an experimental circle of your hips, even as you huff, “God, do you talk to all the girls you're with like this?”

“Nah,” his hands slide from your hips to your ass, palming your cheeks as he encourages you to move, “you’re just special—oh shit-” he cuts off with a quiet moan as you rise onto your knees, leaving only the tip of him inside you for a brief moment before your warmth envelopes him again.

While you are more than determined to keep this a one time lapse in judgment, you won’t stop yourself from enjoying it. Heat builds in your gut each time you rock down onto him, building a rhythm that leaves both of you gasping. Matt’s hands never leave your ass, fingers digging into the skin so hard, you know you’ll have at least a few bruises to taunt you in the coming week, but it doesn’t matter. Not when the head of his cock keeps glancing across the place inside you that makes you see stars. It’s obvious now why women keep coming back to Matt for more, and if he wasn’t your best god damned friend in the entire world, you might even be tempted for more after.

Your orgasm rushes towards you just as he cups your face, and before you can utter a single word, he whispers, “Don’t be weird about it.”

His mouth seals over yours just as your inner walls begin to quiver around him and you cum with a muffled shout. Matt follows shortly after, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you against him as he ruts up into you, riding out his own orgasm.

You pull away from his mouth, but the two of you stay locked in your embrace as you come back down, foreheads pressed together. It’s tender, a little intimate for two people who have zero romantic feelings for each other, but you’re worried about moving. Too afraid it’s going to shatter the moment, that reality will flood in and all the sudden, everything will be different.

Matt breaks the silence first. “Not bad for a guy who needs pointers on giving head, huh?”

It’s a bad joke, but you’re thankful for the way it breaks through the awkward post sex clarity. “Oh shut up,” you laugh. “Something tells me you knew you weren’t struggling in that department.”

“Hey, you never know,” he laughs with you. “But, as much as I like a little cuddle after sex, I’m pretty sure the guys will be back any minute.”

There’s a sense of loss when the warmth of his hands leave you, but you pack it away as something to never think about ever again as you grab your shorts and underwear. He unlocks the door as soon as the both of you are dressed, and the timing is impeccable. Just as Matt sits down beside you, his friends come walking through the door, and if any of them seem to notice something is amiss, they don’t say a thing.

~~~

Matt comes home two days later and, an hour into his usual post tour venting session, he asks, “So, how serious were you about that being a one time thing? I think I might need a few rounds of practice to fully get it right.”

His question sends a spark of arousal into your belly, and you laugh as you gesture for him to come closer, “I’m not fucking you this time… but I think I can let you practice a little bit more.”

fin.

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Ok, here it is, my very first fic! Sorry if it's absolute dog water. Bad sense of humor and a Foy Vance quote ahead.

Unholy Throne

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

CW: language, smut, oral m&f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, adult themes, mild(?) Drug use (weed), mild injury (no blood or gore)

I think that's about it for warnings. 18+ MDNI

You had been friends with the boys for a few years now. Your friendship with Noah being unusually close, but nobody seems to bat an eye at the snuggling and occasional innocent flirting. It was commonplace for you to sit on his lap and even share a bed, but the closeness and flirting was only when it was the two of you or just the other boys around, never in public or around outsiders. You saw Noah as something more, you wanted more. But there's no way he sees you more than his feral little bestfriend. Right?

Bad Omens is on hiatus and you're taking a bit off from work to spend time with them. Today, it’s hanging out at their house with a few friends. You sport a cute black pleated skirt that falls mid thigh with a light baggy sweater that is honestly too loose as it keeps slipping off of one shoulder or the other. Not your usual go-to but youre feeling sassy, and everyone can tell with your spicy attitude. The blunt being passed around earlier only adding fuel to that fire.

Everyone is in the backyard already except for Folio, who needs a sandwich before he wastes away to nothing. You're standing leaned against the counter after making your drink, watching Noah rummage through the fridge for the third time in the last thirty minutes. He seems a bit antsy today. He has asked you twice now if you want to change into one of his hoodies, as if it's tedious to him that you keep pulling it back up on your shoulders.

You pull the sweater again just as Noah is closing the fridge and he sees out of the corner of his eye.

“Go upstairs and change into my hoodie.”

“I'm good, thank you though.”

“I wasn't asking, Y/N, go change.”

His firm tone caught you a little off guard, and he's sporting that scolding look on his face. Your sassy mood has flipped to bratty before you even realize it. Normally,you would never defy him and “no” wasn't even in your vocabulary.

“No.”

The kitchen fell eerily silent. Folio’s sandwich crafting came to a halt and you can see him in the corner of your eye looking like a timid cat. But your eyes never left Noahs and his never left yours. He subtly tilted his head, now narrowing his eyes in disbelief, and slowly steps towards you like a predator hunting prey. It's intimidating, but you maintain your bratty facade despite feeling like a cornered rabbit in front of a wolf.

“What was that? I don't think I heard you correctly.”

He was standing directly in front of you now, so close you can feel his breath fan across your face with each angry exhale.

“No.”

The tension is palpable. Folio has abandoned his perfect sandwich and is slipping out the back door. Noah's focus is trained on you. There's a glint in his eye but you can't quite decipher it. In his silence you speak again.

“I said no. What are you gonna do about it big boy, hmm? You gonna spank me…, daddy?”

Maybe it's just the weed, or maybe it's the way he's looking at you, but youre feeling taller than the trees right now. The way his eyes darkened at the new nickname did not go unnoticed by you. He's fully pressed against you now,your backside pressed to the counter. Fighting the urge to slide your leg up to his hip is almost a losing battle. You realize you are way in over your head and try to look anywhere but at the god before you. A tattooed hand comes up to rest on your neck, thumb and pointer finger gripping your chin to force you to keep your eyes on him.

“Real fucking bold, princess. Sweet thing has been bratty all day, now you wanna act shy.”

You bite your tongue to stifle a whimper. You're about to break right here in this kitchen while all your friends are right outside. Noah is just about to speak again when Matt swings the back door open. He comes in and grabs Folios' forgotten sandwich for him, you guess he had told Matt he was too afraid to retrieve it himself.

“You guys gonna join us outside or what?”

“Y-yeah sure, of course.” You stammer out as you manage to squeeze out of Noah’s grip and hurry to the door without looking back.

You see everyone sitting around the table carrying on a conversation and try to calm yourself as you approach to join them. Another blunt is being passed around and you are instantly relieved, no way you make it another second with your fast fading buzz. You take a hit and think to yourself that's why you were just in the previous situation, but now the dominos have already begun and you won't make it through the evening stone cold sober.

Noah hasn't given you a second look since he came outside just after you did. Maybe he doesn't feel the same and you're just reading it all wrong. Maybe it was a hallucination. Ruffilo taps your foot lightly with his to get your attention.

“You good? You looked a little far away there for a second.”

“I’m good, just trying to put off going to the bathroom. The weed makes my legs feel funny. I’m gonna go now though” you give a little laugh and head inside.

Your underwear is still a little wet from your book-tok moment with Noah so you just slide them off from under your skirt and toss them in the hamper. Your dirty clothes are in there anyways since you spent the last two nights there. The high hits real good just as you leave the bathroom. The memory of earlier fuzzy and at the back of your mind. As you make it back outside, its practically completely forgotten.

Jesse must have got here while you were upstairs, and is now sitting where you were before you got up. No big deal, you can just sit on Noah’s lap and steal someone else's seat whenever they get up. But as you go to lower yourself, a big hand is on your butt, pushing you back up. Confused, you turn to look at Noah as he looks at you with a hint of mischief on his face, so subtle you almost missed it.

“No.” Noah spoke plainly.

“What?”

“No.” A smirk played on his pretty lips this time and the memory is coming back to you. He's getting back at you for saying no.

If you could feel your face you're certain you would feel the blush that had to be creeping up at the memory. Hopefully the dim light from the nightfall will hide it from everyone else. You don't have to dwell on it too much longer as Folio is apparently starving despite that big ass sandwich he ate.

“Let’s go to the pizza buffet!”

The munchies must have its tendrils in everyone because the agreement is unanimous. You didn't even consider the amount of people versus the amount of seats in the van until Matt spoke up as everyone was getting ready to load up.

“We are one more person than there are seats. Y/N, you will have to sit in Noah’s lap.”

You're suddenly very aware of your choice to forgo underwear beneath your skirt. Your sweater slips down your shoulder and Noah audibly huffs as you pull it back up.

“Folio can sit on Jesse or Jolly! Just because I'm the shortest one here doesn't mean I have to be the one with a human for a booster seat every time there's too many people!”

Matt is over it and just got in the driver's seat. Most of the guys laughed in amusement. Folio threw his hand up in bewilderment but Noah cut him off before he could protest being the one with a human for a booster seat.

“Y/N get in the van now, you can have your tantrum after we get back.”

His tone was yet again firm, only this time you didn't dare disobey. You were, however, feeling just bold enough.

“Yes sir.”

He didn't give you a chance to see any reaction to the title, if there was any. He was climbing into the van with you in tow. With everyone in their seats, Matt took off in the direction of the pizza buffet. You would be thrilled to be on your favorite seat if your current wardrobe, or lack thereof, was not a situation of its own.

The trip is only two minutes in and the feeling of Noah’s breath on your neck is making your head swim. His hands rest on the tops of his thighs, on either side of your hips. Their warmth radiates through the thin fabric of your skirt, warming your skin that has been cooled by the chilly night air. You’re suddenly aware of your weight on his lap, the way his body perfectly fits under you, how inviting his torso feels against your back, the steadiness of the breaths fanning your neck and shoulder where your sweater slipped down again. The streetlights are the only glow in the night, you wonder if you can sneak a peek at how they illuminate his face. Before you can attempt to turn your head the tires screech and the van comes to an abrupt stop. The force of the hard braking caused you to slide forwards a few inches on Noah’s lap.

“Who the fuck pulls out in front of someone like that! If i hadn't been paying attention we woulda crashed right into those assholes! Everyone ok?

Immediately giving reassurance, voices rang with “yeah”s and “all good”s. A strong arm wraps around your waist and a warm hand slides under your thigh, pulling you back into place. Noah’s arm holds you tighter against his torso than you were previously. You felt secure.

He adjusted the hand under your thigh and you now realize there is nothing between your skin and his. The new placement puts his fingers just inches from your core, where the skin of your thigh is the softest. You try to ignore the thoughts you've had about those very fingers during lonely late nights chasing your orgasm. You're trembling ever so slightly, hoping he doesn't notice, or at least will blame it on the near accident. Your hopes are snuffed out as Noah chuckles lowly in your ear, which makes you clench around nothing. The way you are positioned so perfectly on his lap, you just know he had to pick up on it.

He leans his head in so the tip of his nose is just touching the shell of your ear. Somehow his breathing is still steady. You try to match your breaths with his to steady yours. He gives your thigh a squeeze and all hope of not letting him know the effect he has on you is completely gone. You're gone. You grind down on him, despite your own mental protest. He gasps so quietly that only you can hear it, the hand under your thigh maintains a tight grip. Your hands find the tops of his thighs, you grip tightly in an attempt to keep a hold onto reality. What you didn't expect was for his hips to roll up into yours which has you seeing stars.

Thankful now for the loud debate happening amongst all the boys about who knows what, as a small groan rumbled out of your chest. Your head lulls back and Noah’s lips ghost up your neck and settle on your ear. His breaths are now short and uneven. Maybe you weren't hallucinating, did you really have this effect on him?

“Need to feel how wet you are.” His whisper barely audible in the midst of all the other voices. It sounded needy, despirate.

You turned your head more towards him unsure if you could even speak coherently. “Please, Noah, please.”

“We're here!”

All euphoria Is ripped from your body like a bandaid and Matt's abrupt announcement has you stone cold sober. You look out the window of the van and see you have in fact arrived at the pizza buffet. Right, how could you forget the place is only about ten minutes from the house.

Everyone has piled out of the van and into the restaurant. You and Noah both wear flushed faces, praying to any deity that will take pity on you for nobody to ask about it. The adrenaline coursing through your veins masks your appetite but you know it's been a while since you've eaten, besides the pizza options actually look decent.

After you've all ate your fill, Folio enough for him and a horse, it's time to load back up into the cramped van. You take your place on your unholy throne, no argument and definitely no funny business this time. Mind racing a mile a minute, what were you thinking letting those events unfold in such close quarters with people you both spend so much time with. You can't wait to get out of there but the ride back now seems three times as long.

Back at the house bodies are scrambling to get clear of Folio's noxious gas bomb that could level a small city. Any lingering lust you may have had is definitely extinguished after that near death experience. You make a mental note to look on ebay for a gas mask. You're certain he should have to register his ass as a biological weapon.

You make your way to the kitchen, the greasy pizza wreaking havoc on your reflux. The tums aren't on the counter where you last put them. Of course someone put them with the other medicines on the top shelf in the cabinet. You're the only one that can't reach the shelf so none of the others would have given it a second thought.

The others are nowhere in sight. It's late, they are probably heading to bed after a night of beer, weed and pizza. You secretly hoped Noah would appear behind you to assist your reaching the tums, but alas, you're alone. Hoisting yourself up into the counter you finally reach what you need. Sliding one leg back off the counter you slip a bit on the material of your skirt causing your other leg to come down without an ounce of grace. A stinging on your shin brings your attention to the bright red scrape left in the wake of the counters edge.

“What happened, you ok?”

Noahs voice breaks your attention away from examining the stinging scrape.

“Yeah, just a little scrape. I couldn't reach the tums.”

“Why didn't you wait for me to help you? Let me take care of that.”

“I didn't know where you were, I assumed everyone had gone off to bed. And ‘that’ is fine I promise, just a scrape.”

You must have not heard him say he was going to the bathroom when you got back over the jokes about Folio playing the gluteal tuba. He tells you to let him just take a look anyways and you oblige him, following him upstairs to his room. You lean against the gaming desk as he lowers Himself to his knees to get a better look. Holding your calf in his hand to pull your leg closer, you can't help but be amused by the goofy look on his face.

“Oh yeah, I'll have to amputate this immediately!”

You laugh at his exaggerated demeanor.

“Nah you were right, you will be ok princess. No surgery tonight, just a kiss for it, doctor's orders!”

He plants a gentle barely-there kiss near the scrape on your shin. But his hands and lips are migrating up your legs

“I think that should cover it, doctor.” You giggle out.

“The doctor has left the building princess.” The playful look in his eyes has been replaced by something you can only describe as hunger.

That familiar sensation ignites your bones, making your head swim as you feel his lips on your mid thigh. His breath fans under your skirt along with his hands that have now reached your bare hips. It's easy to get lost in the clouds, Noah kneeling before you, igniting your skin like petrol soaked paper and fireworks.

His hand hooks under your thigh, lifting your leg and resting the bend of your knee on his shoulder. He looks up to you as if to see any hesitation. Finding none in your hooded eyes he dives in. A deliberate stripe of his tongue knocks the wind out of your lungs. Your hands weave into his hair as his movements become more that of a starving animal.

Your supporting leg starts to feel weak, orgasm already approaching due to the all day teasing. Noah must have taken notice, he effortlessly lifts you just enough to seat your ass on the edge of the desk. He wastes no time continuing his feast, only this time he inserts two fingers, almost immediately perfecting his position and rhythm. Both legs thrown haphazardly over his shoulders, palms on the desk defying your wavering muscles to hold your torso up.

Your skirt has bunched and rolled up, revealing the Roman artwork in front of you. Noah's big hands wrapped so perfectly around your thighs, fingertips indenting the soft skin like a Bernini sculpture. He groans when your thighs clamp around his head and it sounds like heaven. His pace is steady, the sensation of his mouth and fingers almost too much. An orgasm crashes over you like a tsunami and your arms can no longer hold you up, leaving you on your back.

He hasn't slowed down his movements despite how sensitive you are. Now it is overwhelming. The sensation is painfully delicious and your hips have a mind of their own as you ride his face into your next orgasm. His movements have come to a halt, but he stays in place to await you to still.

It seems irrational to think you could drown someone this way, but that thought crosses your mind anyways. You didn't even know it was possible to squirt outside of the few times you managed to make yourself. His hands move to the insides of your thighs just above your knees and you can hear his ragged breathing.

Those signs of life being all the confirmation you needed, you gather your strength and raise yourself up to get him in your line of sight. He hasn't let go of you but he is now sitting back onto the heels of his feet. He looks at you in awe and any insecurities you felt have vanished.

Raising up to stand he puts one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your thigh. His lust blown eyes never leaving yours. Both panting breathlessly.

“That. Was. Beautiful. So good princess.”

His lips are on yours for the first time and the taste of you on them is sinful. Tongues dancing, your legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer. You can feel the effect you have on him and grind against his erection. The heightened sensitivity causing you to moan which Is entombed by his lips. Your fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, urging him to take it off. You don't get to revel in the beauty of the tattoos littering his perfect skin as he moves in to pull your sweater over your head. Swiftly, he removes your lace bralette.

“You're a pro at that Noah, I didn't know taking off a bra was such a skill.”

“Surely you didn't think the only skill my fingers have is playing guitar?”

“If I did I definitely don't now.”

With that he wraps your legs around his waist and lifts you up. He sits on the bed and you are once again on your unholy throne. His skin is hot against your bare chest. One of your hands holds onto his bicep, the other ghosting fingertips over his neck. You've always admired the tattoos there. You seize the opportunity and plant kisses from his lips, along his jaw, and down the side of his neck.

There isn't an ounce of shyness in you now. Your hand leaves his bicep to tug on his hair, tilting his chin up and better exposing his neck. You kiss, lick, and nip at the skin to your heart's content. Making your way down his chest and stomach, you mentally map every inch of skin and ink. Upon reaching the waistband of his pants you return the look in search of permission. His face still painted with desire and hunger, he licks his pretty lips and nods his head. You undo the button and tug Down his pants and underwear just enough.

Nice cock.

You mimic his move with a deliberate tongue stripe up his length before taking him between your lips. Hollowing out your cheeks on the way up elicits the sweetest moan from him. Wanting to hear more You pick up your pace, your tongue and lips perfectly harmonized, now drawing out the prettiest moans you've ever heard. This 6’3 heavily tattooed metal head is coming undone beneath you. His hands are in your hair and he's a moaning mess.

A hand moves to the side of your face signaling you to stop. Before you can question him he speaks and it sounds like begging, almost whimpering.

“Gonna make me cum. Need to feel you.”

“Yes sir.”

He all but growls, standing as you do. He captures your lips in a needy kiss, one hand still gripping your hair. Your hands all over him before tugging at his pants. He breaks the kiss to remove what's left of his clothing. You reach for the waistband of your skirt but he is quick to stop you.

“Nu uh, keep this pretty thing on. It's been driving me insane since you put it on, I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you in it and now I'm going to.” He puts his hands on your hips to turn your back towards him. “Turn around, want you to ride me like I'm your throne. I know how much you love sittin’ on me princess.”

His statement would have made you blush if you weren't so empowered by your own lust. You follow his lead, waiting for him to be seated before claiming your throne. Sinking down on him slowly you try to find the balance between adjusting to him and fucking yourself dumb on his dick.

Once fully seated you pause to breathe for a moment. You refrain from quoting Olaf about being impaled. His arms wrap around you and he leans his chest into your back. His lips against your ear, breath hot against your skin, just like the van.

“Whenever you're ready princess, I got you.”

Not a moment longer you start moving. Being wrapped securely in his arms while he moans so slutty in your ear Is intoxicatingly erotic. Any attempt to keep the noise at a minimum has left and the room is filled with a mixture of both your moans and inaudible ramblings like the writing of a symphony. His arms move with you, holding you steady to help you keep your rhythm despite your shaky legs. His name falls off your lips over and over like a prayer that's sure to awaken the angels.

“Feel so good, taking me so good. That's it princess, doing so good for me.”

“Noahhh… god.”

“Can feel you're close baby, let go. Cum for me, claim me.”

His praises sending you over the edge, a mix of moans and curses flow from your mouth, his name coming out like a chant. Another orgasm wracks through your body, his following shortly after. He doesn't let go, neither of you move to separate. Your breathing is matched by his, short and heavy. His voice is low and husky In your ear.

“Always been yours princess. You claimed your throne the first time you had to sit on my lap when we all went out after that show in Vegas. Remember the van was so full even Folio had to have a human for a booster seat.”

You chuckle at the memory of Folio sitting in Jesse's lap, neither of them were thrilled. But you felt like you were right where you belong, like you were a queen sitting on her throne. An unholy throne.

Noah leads you to the shower so you can both get cleaned up after the day's events. Once you take your skirt off he jokes about finally seeing you naked for the first time. This man will never cease to amaze you.

After you're both clean and dry, Noah pulls out clothes. He would usually hand you one of his shirts to wear to bed, but this time he puts it on you himself. Such a small act felt so intimate. You felt claimed.

Sharing a bed and snuggling was nothing new, but this time was different. All the times you wished you could kiss his perfect nose and pretty lips while laying so close, now you are. You swear if he were a cat he would be purring, clearly loving your extra affections. Sleep greets you both soon, but not before a thought creeps in your head, hoping everyone else had been long passed out and deaf to the symphony that occurred in Noah's room.

The next morning, you walk downstairs together to see everyone else has woken up before you. It seems like you're in the clear, until overlapping mimicking of yours and Noah's perfect symphony is being screeched by all the boys at once. You almost feel embarrassed but Noah plops down on his spot on the couch, pulling you down with him. Sitting on his lap you feel at ease, finding yourself laughing at the boys’ antics. A tattooed hand finds it's way to your neck, thumb and finger gripping your chin to make you look at him. The smile on his face mirrors yours as he pulls you in for a kiss. Of course everyone had to be dramatic about that, one telling you to get a room, a couple others still making their exaggerated moans. These people are lunatics, and you feel at home.

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Hot Versus Cold: Noah Sebastian one shot

Description: Rae just moved into her new apartment and on a early morning when she tries to awaken herself by her favorite type of iced cappuccino coffee, she meets her neighbor Noah from the metal band Bad Omens, trying to do the exact same with the exact opposite coffee; hot, steamy and bittersweet. Rae finds out that he is just like his favorite drink, and their introduction to each other might make her want something completely else to wake her up than her own.

TW/CW's: Slightly NSFW, mostly teasing dirty talk, making fun of cults? (bands fandom name gets mentioned) [if I forgot something, please let me know]

Authors note: Lmk if y'all want a part 2 on this, because I might be interested in writing that 🫣

Bright sunlight stings into my closed eyelids, making me slightly groan awake. I toss and turn for another five minutes after that, silently praying that I still have some time left to sleep further before my alarm goes off, but sadly after those minutes my phone buzzes and makes a loud sound echo through my bedroom that I am still working on to decorate further.

I groan once again as I then stretch my body, running my hands through my messy black hair as I then sigh and let my feet touch the soft dark gray carpet on the ground. The first thing I need to do when I have to wake up for work is pour myself some of my favorite iced coffee, otherwise it just won't be happening. I guess I have to blame my job for that.

Still in a slightly sleepy state, I then slowly make my way towards my balcony, yawning when I open the doors welcoming the bright and warm rays of sunshine against my face, making me slightly squeeze my eyes together as I hold my hand above them. The feeling is quite nice, and a soft breeze brushing against my arms as well makes the heat and sun rising up from the purple-orange looking sky not too bad.

The first sips of iced coffee touch my tongue and I close my eyes for a moment because of the cold, bitter-sweet taste I am then swallowing down.

'Rough morning?' I then hear a deep, male groggy voice say from the balcony next to me, making me look into the direction and stare back into some just as tired looking dark brown eyes staring at me. It must be one of my neighbors, and my eyes quickly look him up and down-he runs his tattooed fingers through his messy brown hair, putting one of them into a pocket of his black shorts, a loose black merch shirt above that. His arms are fully covered with tattoos and from what I can still see his legs are as well, making this young man seem to be around my age quite attractive.

I lean against my balcony railing and give him a small, tired smile. 'Yeah,' I mumble to him, 'just trying to wake up with some coffee.'

He chuckles lightly in response, the sound of his laughter rough from the early morning we are currently awake in. Standing on his own balcony, just feet away, he mirrors my pose, leaning against the railing and cradling his oversized mug in his quite big hands. The steam from his own coffee rises in lazy tendrils, disappearing into the air after.

'Same here,' he says, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his lips. 'Caffeine's my best friend right now.'

I chuckle at that, as I raise my also oversized mug to him in the air. 'Yup. Can't wake up without it now.' My gaze flickers down to his own steaming cup before meeting his eyes again. 'Only difference is that yours is warm and mine is cold,' I smile.

My neighbor arches an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips as he observes the contrast between our drinks. 'Cold caffeine?' he asks, his tone mildly intrigued. 'Not sure I get the appeal of that.'

He takes a sip from his warm cup, before then giving me a sidelong glance. 'Gotta admit, I prefer mine hot.'

'And I don't get the appeal of that,' I snort. 'Prefer mine cold.'

He sniffs at my response in a laughing manner, his expression a mix of amusement and subtle challenge. I take another sip of my coffee as I watch him, the liquid disappearing quickly.

'Ah, the great coffee debate,' he grins, the tone in his voice playful. 'Hot versus cold, a battle as old as time.' He tilts his head to the side as he looks at me. 'I'll make you a deal. You try mine, I'll try yours,' he proposes.

I raise my eyebrows at him, looking him up and down as I can't believe he just asked me that before answering. 'I mean, sure, if you want that. I already know I'll always prefer cold coffee though-I tried drinking it warm but... sorry, it just tastes like shit,' I respond and my last words come out more like a laugh.

The young handsome man grins even wider at that, seeming to enjoy our banter like a hunter playing with its prey. Leaning against the railing, he motions to his mug.

'Hey, don't knock it till you try it,' he teases, the steam wafting from his coffee like a warm, aromatic promise. See, I never had a problem with the smell, just the taste disappointing me every time. 'Maybe you just haven't had a good cup yet.'

He then holds out his mug as if it's presenting me with something of great value. 'Come on, take a sip.'

I sigh, before then nodding. 'Fine,' I mumble, leaning against the side of my balcony railing now as I turn my body to him, standing a little on the tip of my toes to trade our warm and cold mugs to each other. As he gives me his one, I can see the amused glint he now holds in his eyes, the contrast between the two drinks a symbol of the little game that is starting to build between us. His hands brush against mine on the handle of the mug for a brief moment, a fleeting but deliberate touch.

'Be careful,' my neighbor jokes, half-seriously as well. 'Might never go back to cold after this.'

'Sure,' I mumble sarcastically in response. He holds my cold coffee for a moment, before then taking a hesitant sip.

I look down at his own coffee, the damp hitting my face and still smelling quite good, but I take just a hesitant sip as he does. A deep thinking frown appears on my face after, not knowing what I really think of it as the first impression is a little plain to me. He watches my expression with curiosity and a hint of smugness. I take another sip in an attempt to make a little more of the taste, letting it stir on my tongue for a moment before swallowing the warm liquid down. My eyes narrow at my neighbor, looking at him with a little unsure but definitely less disgusted face than before.

'It's okay, I guess. Better than the ones I had before, yeah. Still prefer my iced coffee though.'

He grins at that. 'You're just stubborn and too afraid of change,' he teases, his tone lighthearted. 'Cold coffees are basic. Hot ones have character.'My eyes widen as my eyebrows raise up to him, before a snort then comes out of me.

'Basic? Please. This might be the regular cappuccino one I have now, but you can add a lot of flavor and other things to it,' I scoff.

He raises an eyebrow at my response, a playful smirk on his lips. 'Oh really now?' he counters. 'And you're telling me that my hot coffee has no character? It's just pure blandness, is that it?'

He then takes a step closer, fully leaning against his railing so we can face each other closer. His tone is teasing as he says, 'Alright then, enlighten me. What kind of fancy additions do you use to elevate your cold coffee?'

'Hmm,' I hum as I pretend that I have to think about his question, before answering without any stammer and sounding confident of my response: 'White chocolate for example, any chocolate you like actually. Oh, and you can put whipped cream on top with raspberries, banana, strawberry's, basically any fruit you like. Even melted Nutella can be added on top or through it. You can make frappucinnos with it, that's basically cold cappuccino mixed with a fruit flavor, ice and wipped cream and little bit of milk. They also exist without caffeine, by the way. There's also pistachio iced coffee...' I pause to look at him, seeing that his smirk grows wider with every word I give and his eyebrows slowly raising up, seeming surprised by just how many ways you can modify a simple cold coffee. 'Want me to go on?' I grin.

'Damn,' he mutters in response, unable to pretend that he's not impressed. 'That's... quite a list you got there, babe.'

A little nervous feeling shots through me as he calls me 'babe', feeling quite flustered by it even for a moment. Goddamnit. He does that on purpose, he has to.

'Did I forget to mention that I'm a barista?' I tease as I hide my smirk behind my mug as I take another sip of my iced coffee. He notices that, and it seems that it only amuses him further by the look he has in his dark brown eyes.

'A barista, huh?' he muses, casually leaning against the railing a little bit more with his elbows leaning on it, mirroring my pose. 'Well, that explains why you seem so knowledgeable about coffee-based treats. Though, I have to admit, I wasn't expecting my morning discussing to be about the art of making liquid desserts.'

I can't help but laugh at that, nodding at his words. 'Yeah, me neither. Well, you're also the first neigbor I speak to now. The rest must think it's way too early to be awake now. I mean, I agree, but I need to go to work soon,' I sigh as I then shrug, taking another sip.

My neighbor chuckles softly at my observation, running a hand through his messy locks. 'Too early to be awake, yet here we both are,' he grins.

I then observe him a little, narrowing my eyes a little as I take a better look at him. 'Sorry... I just can't help but think you look familiar. Don't know why though. As if I have seen you before or something.'

That seems to pique his interest, raising an eyebrow as he tilts his head to the side, studying my own face now for a moment, the corner of his mouth curling up just a little.

'Familiar, huh? Could be you're just remembering seeing me around,' he suggest, his tone nonchalant.

'No, that's not it...' I say as I shake my head, continuing observing him again. Then, it suddenly hits me.

'Wait... I might think I know it now, but you must think I am insane-or not and I'm just too dumb that I have not recognized you sooner if I'm right. I have seen your face before... on posters. Here through the city. Do you play in a band by any chance?'

A laugh escapes him, his voice casual again as he rubs the nape of his neck. 'You've seen my face around?' he says, trying to keep his cool. 'I guess fame does come with a price.'

He takes a deep breath, as if deciding there's no point in hiding it anymore. 'Yeah, I play in a band. Lead vocolist, actually.'

I give him a impressed smile when he tells me that, because I find that awesome actually. 'Ah, there you go. Well, that's quite cool actually. What kind of music do you make?'

He grins, a hint of pride now shining in his eyes as I express my approval for his career choice, and I can't help but find it cute, making me smile as well. He takes a moment to respond, gathering his thoughts together.

'We're mostly a metal band,' he explains, his voice tingled with pride. 'Mix of rock, posthardcore, a bit of metal. High energy music, you know? Something people can scream along to and let loose.'

'Oh now you got my attention,' I playfully respond as I smirk and lean towards him against my balcony railing as well, his own grin now widening as well at my interest. 'I really like that genre of music, metal and just music to get crazy on. Shame on me for not discovering you sooner then.'

He feigns surprise at that, clutching his chest in mock offense. 'Oh, I'm wounded,' he quips, leaning just a little more towards me again as well, causing us to now stand as close as our balcony railings lets us, the playful banter between us growing stronger.

'I'll have to work harder to make sure you become a loyal fan of my music, then.'

I snort as I roll my eyes, nodding playfully as I continue sipping from my coffee. 'Yeah, guess you have to. So I can raise up your monthly listeners on Spotify and such. Bring in all the money for you as I rob your whole merch stand,' I joke, winking at him.

He laughs at that, enjoying our banter as much as the coffee he's holding, taking a few steps from it as well before he answers. 'Oh, you're going to make sure I'll swim in cash, huh?' he jokes, playing along with my mischievous plans. 'You know, I've always wanted a suger mama who's into metal music.'

I heartily laugh at that, throwing my head back into my shoulders. 'Fucking hell-sugar mama? No way,' I chuckle. As my laughter fills the early morning air it seems infectious for my neighbor, making it hard for him not to join in.

'I'll just be your biggest fan, yeah? I like the sound of that way better.'

'Alright, I guess being my biggest fan has it perks,' he grins. 'I'll have to give you backstage passes, private merch, that kind of stuff. Gotta keep my number one fan, happy, you know?'

'Ah yeah, there we go,' I playfully respond. 'I sure will be kept happy with that,' I then joke.

A sly smile curves his lips as he looks at me. 'Oh believe me, I'll be sure to give you exclusive access,' he teases back, his tone carrying a hint of flirtation. 'VIP treatment for my biggest fan. You'll have front row seat, backstage acces, and I might even throw in a private concert someday.'

'Private concert huh?' I smirk teasingly. 'Goddamn. The whole package I get as the biggest fan... Have to fight all the girlies away from me for this.'

'Oh, absolutely,' he grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 'You get the whole VIP package deal after all. Private concerts, exclusive access, and guaranteed protection from the hordes of fans out there.'

As he leans his body towards mine again, his arm brushes slightly against mine, his long arms being able to touch my railing to come closer to me. My heart makes a little jump at that. 'I got your back, babe. No one messes with my number one fan.'

I grin at that, chuckling lightly. 'Goddamn. Well, before I'll be your number one fan, may I know what your band is called?' I teasingly reply.

He laughs, loving the hint of excitement and anticipation in my eyes. I can't help but get so curious about my handsome neigbor, getting attracted to him more and more with everything I find out so far and the way we match each others energy.

'You're such a tease,' he says, his voice playful. 'But you're in luck, my number one fan. My band is called Bad Omens. We've been around for a couple of years now, and we've got a dedicated fan base that loves to mosh and scream along to our songs.'

I cock my eyebrow at him as the corner of my mouth curls up. 'Mosh pit huh? Gotta admit, I love a good moshpit. So, what are your fans called then? Do they have some kind of special name?'

He nods as he grins at me, seeming to appreciate my enthusiasm. 'Ah, well, our fans have a special name alright,' he says, raising an eyebrow with an humorous glint in his eyes. 'They call themselves part of the Bad Omens cult.'

I can't help but chuckle at that in amusement. 'Bad Omens cult huh? Damn. So I'm about to be part of some cult, you say? Do I need to do some crazy rituals before I can be let in? Get tied up to something?'

He lets out a amused, low laughter at my response, his shoulders slightly shaking. 'Oh, absolutely,' he replies, his tone mock-serious. 'Initiation rituals are mandatory. You'll have to sign a blood pact, recite some incantations, and maybe even get tied up to one of the stage props. It's all part of the cult experience, you know?'

I laugh even more at that, making my own arm now also brushing against his. 'Fuck, kinda heavy I must admit. Are you and your band members also gonna dance around me once the moon has set? Chant your lyrics and stuff?' I say, giggle at the thought alone.

'Obviously, yeah,' he grins, his voice low and playful. 'We'll all dance around you as we chant our lyrics and summoning the devils help. It's all part of the intiation procress. And who knows, we might even sacrifice a virgin to the metal gods in your honor.'

I snicker with laughter at this point, leaning my head on my arms that are still on my balcony railing as my shoulders shake along. 'Oh God,' I sniff, 'that's amazing... and horrifying.'

'Hey, it's all part of the fun. And don't worry, we might skip the virgin sacrifice. You're too pretty for that.'

I chuckle at that, tilting my head as I look at him again, seeing the amused and humorous look on his face. 'Well, thank you for the compliment, but it would've failed anyway. I am no virgin anymore, so you'd have to use a other fan for that.'

He throws his head back and laughs at my words, the admission both seeming surprising and delightful to him. 'And here I was, thinking you were innocent and untouched,' he teases, his gaze roaming over me in appreciation. 'A bad girl, huh? I like it. And don't worry, I think I prefer the way you are.'

'Nah, sorry, I'm not that innocent,' I tease with amusement. 'Can I still get into the cult, though? Or do I have to do something else instead?'

His grin appears back on his face again, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks at me. 'Oh, you can definitely get into the cult,' he assures me. 'In fact, I think being a bit naughty adds to my appeal. You'll fit right in.'

My neigbor then pauses for a moment, then leaning in even a bit closer so his face is almost in front of mine, making me swallow lightly, and his voice drops to a whisper. 'But just so you know, my fans have to abide by a special rule when they join the cult. You up for it?'

A feeling of both excitement and a little nerves now flow through my whole body, automatically leaning closer to his face as well. 'Tell me,' I smirk.

He seems to notice my excitement and anticipation, causing a flicker of pleasure flash across his face. It looks like he loves how responsive I am to his words, fueling his own desire to continue this tantalizing conversation between us.

Leaning even closer, his breath warm against my ear, his tall body being able to reach it, he whispers: 'The special rule is obedience. You have to agree to follow my every command, no matter what. Are you ready to submit to me?'

My breath hitches into my throat as I hear his words, my core clenching in response almost instantly. 'I mean, guess I can try-I do have to admit that I normally like someone to obey to me too,' I reply with a sly smile.

The same grin spreads across his lips as he leans back, eyes sparkling at my response. 'Ah, a fellow dom, huh?' he chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. 'That just makes this whole situation even more interesting. You'll be a challenge, I can already tell.'

His eyes roam up and down, as if he undresses me with his eyes, before looking back at my face again. 'But I love a challenge,' he then adds, his eyes turning dark and his grin as well. 'And I think I'd have a lot of fun taming you, sweetheart.'

My throat almost closes up with both excitement and nerves, looking up to him as his tall body towers over mine, slowly leaning towards me again.

'And I think I'd have a lot of fun watching you try,' I mischievously and daringly smile.

His hand reaches out to me now and gently grabs my chin, his grip firm but controlled as he looks at me with a heated look. 'You're a feisty one, aren't you?' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'Well, like I said, I love a challenge. And I think it'll be fun waching you fall apart at my hands.'

His grip and words already spreads heat towards my core, causing me to stand in a way that I can casually cross my legs together as I continue looking up to him. 'Hm. We'll see about that.' I pause, to raise my eyebrows at him in a amusing way. 'What is your name, actually?'

My neighbor smirks at that. 'Well,' he says, his voice low and dangerous, 'If you're going to be part of my cult, I guess you should know my name. It's Noah.'

'Noah,' I repeat him with an amused twinkle in my eyes. His name suits his handsome and dark appearance. 'Well, Noah, my name is Rae,'' I then say as I stick my hand out to him. His own eyes flicker with amusement as I say his name, seeming to like the sound of it falling from my lips.

Noah takes my proffered hand, his larger palm completely enveloping mine as he gives it a firm shake. 'Rae,' he says, testing my name out on his tongue. 'I like it.'

His name leaving his pretty lips might be the best way it has ever sounded, sending a slight shiver down my spine. I can tell he holds onto my hand a little longer than necessary with an intense and heated gaze, making me give his own hand a slight teasing squeeze before I pull mine back again.

'Well,' I then say, 'how do you want to do this?'

'How do I want to do this?' he repeats, the corner of his mouth lifting as his head lowers down to my face again. 'Oh, sweetheart, you've already agreed to obey me, haven't you? That means I decide how we do this.'

'I mean, I have to do a whole ass ritual with you so I can be part of your little cult, right? I might let you lead in the beginning. Doesn't mean I'll let you do that the whole time,' I respond with dark, challenging and seductive eyes.

Noah grins at my words, seeming both amused and slightly annoyed by my defiant attitude. He knows that it'll be a battle of wills, and it looks like he's more than ready for it.

'Oh, you're gonna be a handful, aren't you?' he chuckles, his voice a low rumble again. 'But I like that. I like a girl who puts up a fight. But don't worry love, I'll have you screaming my name before the night is over.'

I scoff at that, chuckling as I shake my head. 'Hm, and I'll already get a noise complaint on my first day of fully living here because of that huh? Great,' I mockingly tease him.

He laughs at my comment, the sound deep and gravelly. 'Oh, I don't care if you get a noise complaint. In fact, I'd love it if you did,' he grins. 'Means my work is going well.'

His body leans even closer to me, hanging over his railing even more with his arms so his face is closer towards mine again. It makes me able to take in even more of his facial details-the pretty lighter brown around his irises in the morning sunray shining upon them, the few freckles he has on his light skin, the shape of his pink lips, and it makes it even harder for me to resist him.

'Besides,' Noah adds, 'I think the neighbors will enjoy your screams too. I sure will.'

My skin almost burns up to the touch of his fingers on it now, slightly tracing one of my hands, already needing to feel more of the flame he holds in them, and I don't know if I hate that or love it. His words make me blush just a little, his confidence both being annoying and attractive to me at the same time.

'Is that so? Hm. Well, since it's early in the morning and people are leaving for their work soon, as do I... We better get started, right?'

He catches the blush on my cheeks and chuckles lowly, seeming thrilled that he already has such an effect on me. And I am afraid that I will much rather be awaken by Noah and his dirty fantasies and dominance right now then my favorite iced coffee.

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