#Noah Sebastian smut

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^me biting his biceps :))

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Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 2 (and i gave up thinking of a title)

yeah so i'm going to HELL!!!!! part one is here and you can join the taglist here :)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, masturbation (f), fingering, guided masturbation, noah being a meanie, talking about oral (f), uh..?

You hadn’t meant to break down crying over a microwaveable mac and cheese.

But here you were, slumped on the kitchen floor, tears sliding down your cheeks as the timer beeped, and you realised you had left it in too long.

Your head was pounding, your phone was buzzing on the counter with another “can you take an extra shift?” text from work, your group chat still a mess of passive-aggressive messages, and the stress of an upcoming exam clinging to your chest like a weight. 

You wiped your cheeks with the sleeve of Noah’s hoodie, the one he’d let you leave with after that night to cover the hickeys he left on your skin, and now they were gone. And so was he.

You hated when he was away on tour. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and god, you missed him.

Your fingers reached for your phone on the counter, hesitating over his name in your contacts. It was late. He’d probably just finished a show. He was probably with the band, or even worse- groupies. Either way, you didn’t want to interrupt anything.

But before your mind could spiral any further, your thumb moved on its own.

You: Hey, are you busy?

It only took a few seconds for the typing bubble to appear.

Noah: Nah, just back in the van. You okay?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, crawling up onto the couch and curling up into a ball.

You: Not really..

Noah: Wanna talk about it?

You didn’t even know where to start. But you tried.

You: Family stuff. My friends are arguing. School’s stressful. Works even worse. I'm so stressed, I feel like I can’t breathe.

There was a pause, long enough that you thought maybe he was busy after all. Then your phone buzzed again.

Noah: I’m so sorry. That’s a lot. I hate being away when I know you're struggling, I wish I could be there to hug you right now.

Your heart clenched, and the tears came faster.

You: I wish you were here.

Noah: Me too. 

Noah: You want me to distract you? Or just want me to listen?

You: Maybe both.

You could almost picture him smiling gently on the other end of the country, shoes kicked off, head resting back against the van window.

Noah: Alright. So first, breathe. Then go get some water. I’ll wait.

You smiled faintly, dragging yourself up from the couch and back into the kitchen, following his instructions. When you came back, your phone was vibrating again.

Noah: Back yet?

You: Yep. Water acquired. 

Noah: Good. Now, honest question… 

Noah: When's the last time you had an orgasm?

Your jaw dropped. You stared at the message in disbelief, and then burst out laughing through the tears.

You: NOAH??

Noah: What? I’m serious! Stress release, babe. Helps me every time!

You: You’re so gross.

Noah: Hey, nothing gross about it at all, it’s scientifically proven!! But seriously. Have you?

Your fingers hovered.

You: I’ve tried a couple times since we… y’know… but it never works. I can never cum like you made me do before.

The typing bubble paused. Then came back.

Noah: Jesus. You can’t say shit like that when I’m in a van full of dudes.

You giggled, nose still stuffy, and wiped your face again.

You: Sorry.

Noah: Don’t be. Just… try again. Think about something that turns you on. Read something horny. Watch something dirty?

You hesitated.

You: I’ll try. But if it doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.

Noah: Deal. And if it doesn’t, I’ll help you when I get back. Promise.

Your heart fluttered, and you felt your cheeks heat up. It was oddly comforting. 

You: I miss you, Noah.

Noah: Miss you too, sweetheart. More than you know.

…

And so you tried.

Every night that week, you’d go to bed, slipping your hand into your underwear, trying to do everything you had found out about online- circles, the alphabet, up and down, side to side, but to no avail. You even thought about him, about the way his cock felt nestled inside you, how his lips had felt against yours, the rasp of his voice against your ear, the heat of his hands, but it just wasn’t the same.

You watched videos, even though most of them were disturbing, it made you feel weird or gross or like you’d clicked on the wrong side of the internet. You tried reading stories, playing scenes over in your mind, even listening to audios and imagining it was him guiding you. Still, nothing. Frustration built and built until you slammed your phone face-down on your mattress and gave up.

Finally, the next day you caved and texted Sophia. She’d always been so open about the topic of sex, self love and pleasure, so you hoped she’d be able to help. 

You: Hey so this is embarrassing. But like… I need some help.

It only took a minute before her response lit up your screen.

Sophia: You’re talking to the right girl. What’s up?

She showed up the next day with a small pink paper bag and a smirk like she was handing over a sacred relic.

“Your knight in shining silicone,” she said, dropping the bag in your lap. “If this doesn’t help then I don’t know what will.”

You waited until the house was asleep that night. Locked your door. Slipped into bed with nervous fingers. The toy was quiet, surprisingly sleek in your palm, if you didn't know what it was you could've mistaken it for a dogs chew toy. You took a breath and let your thoughts drift… And to no surprise you instantly found yourself thinking about Noah.

Noah’s voice, Noah’s hands, Noah’s mouth, Noah's d-

And then, something happened.

Your body trembled slightly, your breath hitched…

Did it happen?

Was that it?

You laid there, staring at your ceiling fan in confusion. You didn't feel like you just came, but your body was too sensitive to continue.

It didn’t exactly feel bad, it just wasn’t good either. You didn’t feel relaxed. You didn’t even feel satisfied. 

You didn’t feel much. 

It wasn’t what it had been with him. There was no delicious build up, no warmth in your chest, no fire lingering in your belly. No laughter after. No soft kisses. No cuddles.

No Noah.

Just you and the silicone.

With a huff, you threw the vibrator across the room- making a mental note to clean it and hide it away tomorrow- and curled up under the sheets, wondering what was wrong with you. 

…

A few days passed. You didn’t bring it up again, to Sophia, to yourself, or to Noah. 

You were embarrassed, you were certain you had done it, that you came, but there was nothing to it?

You wondered if you were broken.

How could Noah make you feel so good, how did he know what your body liked, but you didn’t?

Then, on a quiet Thursday afternoon, your phone lit up with his name.

Noah: Hey, thought you’d like to know I’m home tomorrow night. You around?

Your breath caught. The reply was instant.

You: Yes. Please come over!!!

And so he did.

It was raining when he showed up. He looked tired, his hood up, bag slung over his shoulder, wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead. But when you opened the door and he saw you standing there in his hoodie and sleep shorts, his whole face softened.

“Hey,” he said gently, stepping inside. “You okay?”

You nodded, even though you weren’t. He saw right through it.

“I brought you a little something,” he said, tugging his hoodie off and pulling a tiny bag from the front pocket of his backpack.

You felt your heart warm, no matter where he was, or how long the tour was, he would always bring you something home. You were always on his mind.

“What is that?”

“A silly little cat plush I bought at a gas station. It reminded me of you.” He tossed it into your hands. “Weirdly cute.”

You laughed, warmth blooming in your chest for the first time in days. 

“You’re such an asshole.”

“You missed me though.” He smirked. 

You didn’t answer, not with words. You threw your arms around him instead, burying your face into his chest. His arms wrapped tight around you in return, one hand pressing to the small of your back like he was trying to hold you together.

“I’m here now,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you.”

“Hey, is that Noah? He’s back already?” You heard your dad call from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, it’s me!” Noah called back, still holding you close. “Sorry, I didn’t want to get in the way of dinner or anything.”

“Nonsense, there’s plenty to go around,” your dad replied, voice trailing off as he returned to whatever he was doing. “You’re always welcome here, son.”

…

Later, after dinner and half a movie you didn’t really pay attention to, you ended up in your room together, something that never felt weird before, but felt a little different now. 

Noah lay stretched out on your bed, his hand resting lazily on your thigh as your head found its place on his chest. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his heartbeat under your ear. You’ve been in this position many times before, when you’ve just needed to feel close, when you’ve been upset or stressed, and he’d run his fingers through your hair and reassure you, telling you everything will be okay.

“You wanna tell me what’s been going on?” He asked quietly.

“Everything’s just been getting too much,” you told him, then you hesitated. “And uh… I tried what we talked about.”

He didn’t need clarification. 

“Did it help?”

You shook your head against him, not looking up so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. 

“It worked. Technically. But it felt… empty, I don’t know to explain it. It’s like my body went through the motions, but I didn’t feel it. I just laid there after, I almost didn’t realise it happened. It didn't feel good, I didn't feel any better after. I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

Noah tilted his head to look at you. 

“Can I say something without sounding like a dick?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“You always say that before being a dick.”

“Baby, I’m being serious.” His hand slid up your thigh. “Maybe the problem is you’re trying to replace something that isn’t just physical…”

You stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He sighed, fingers idly tracing patterns just above your knee. “When you’re with someone you trust, someone who knows you, and who wants you, it’s more than just release. It's a connection... It’s intimacy. All those cheesy things I pretend I don’t care about.”

You let out a small laugh, but it faded quickly. 

“So, what, I can’t enjoy it on my own anymore unless it’s with someone I’m in love with or whatever?”

“No, no not at all,” he said gently. “I just think maybe right now, your brain’s kind of overrun. With stress. With everything. It’s hard to give yourself that pleasure when you’re barely hanging on.”

You swallowed. 

“That makes sense, I guess.”

Noah shifted slightly beneath you, his hand sliding to your waist, grounding you. 

“Also… can I say something without it being weird?”

“That depends.” You raised a brow.

He smiled, eyes soft. 

“Sometimes I think about you too. When I’m… y’know. Doing that.”

“Noah!” Your cheeks flamed. 

“What?” he grinned. “I do. It’s not weird... you’re hot.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. 

“You’re literally the worst.”

“But you’re smiling,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s a win.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you looked up at him, a soft smile on your face.

“Thank you, Noah. You’ve helped me feel better already.” You said quietly.

He looked down at you. 

“I have?”

“Yeah. Just by being here. I feel like I can breathe again.”

Noah’s voice dropped, low and sincere. 

“I hate being away when you’re like this. You know I’d drop everything and come back for you if I could.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding in your chest. 

“I know. That’s why it means so much when you’re here.”

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, slowly, Noah leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Then your temple. Then your cheek.

You turned toward him, breath catching.

Your noses brushed. And then… your lips.

It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was soft, and intimate.

You kissed him back, your fingers tightening in his shirt, grounding yourself in the feeling you’d been chasing for weeks, what you've waiting to feel since the last time he kissed you.

And suddenly, the world didn’t feel so heavy. Everything that has been bothering you for weeks was suddenly forgotten about. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Still feel stressed?”

You shook your head, eyes glassy. 

“No. Not anymore.”

He smiled, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“Good.”

He studied you for a moment, his thumb still ghosting over your lip like he wasn’t ready to stop touching you yet. Like he was memorising the way you looked when you finally started to feel okay again.

Then he spoke, quiet but steady. 

“I can help you, y'know?”

Your breath caught. 

“Help with what?”

“Teach you how to do it,” he said, like it wasn’t the most dangerous thing he’d ever said in your bedroom. “How to make yourself feel good. Really good.”

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Noah-”

“I know,” he said quickly, his palm still warm against your waist. “It sounds… I don’t know, forward. But only if you want that. I’d never…” he exhaled, like the thought of pushing you too far made him physically sick. “I just know you've been having a hard time with it and I want to help.”

The room was silent except for the low hum of the TV still playing in the background. You stared at him, at your best friend, the one who knew the darkest parts of your life and always stood by you. The one who made you laugh when you never thought you would again. The one who you’d been aching for recently in ways you hadn’t dared to name out loud.

You nodded slowly, your voice barely audible. 

“Okay. Teach me.”

His eyes searched yours like he needed to make absolutely sure. 

“You’re sure?”

“I trust you, you’ve made me feel good before,” you whispered. “I want to feel it again.”

Noah exhaled, something easing in his shoulders. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, soft and reverent. 

“Then lie back for me, sweetheart.”

Your heart thudded against your ribs, butterflies in your stomach fluttering with anticipation and a strange, sweet warmth. You sank back onto the pillows as he moved beside you, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Just breathe,” he murmured, his hand brushing your arm. “And listen to me.”

You nodded, taking a breath, your eyes locked on his.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low, intimate.

“Yeah," You nodded. "Just… don’t laugh at me.”

“Never,” he said seriously. “Not about this. Not about you.”

You took a breath, shifting a little on the sheets, almost embarrassed to start.

“Here,” he said softly, guiding your hand down over the front of your shorts. “Let me show you…”

Still holding your hand, he gently pulled the waistband down, your shorts sliding lower, followed by your underwear, letting you kick them off. The cool air hit your skin, but you didn’t feel exposed. Not with him looking at you like that, soft and reverent, like you were something sacred.

He brought your hand lower, his long tattooed fingers resting over yours, guiding them between your thighs.

“Right here,” he murmured, pressing lightly. “That’s where it starts.”

You gasped quietly at the sensation, warm and faintly electric, but different. Not quite enough.

He moved your fingers in slow, careful circles, mimicking the motion he would use himself.

“Gentle pressure on your clit, baby. Like this. You don’t have to go fast. Just focus on how it feels.”

You nodded, heart hammering in your chest as you tried to follow his rhythm.

Noah pulled back slightly, letting you move your hand yourself.

“There you go,” he said quietly, eyes fixed on your face. “You’re doing good.”

You bit your lip, trying to concentrate, but it still wasn't right. You could feel something… warmth, tension building faintly… but it never built the way it did when he touched you.

You furrowed your brow, frustrated.

He noticed instantly.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing hair away from your forehead. “Don’t overthink it. That’s the fastest way to kill it.”

“I know,” you breathed, fingers still moving. “It’s just...it's not the same.”

“I know,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re learning.”

You nodded in agreement, and kept trying.

“Think about how it felt when I kissed your neck,” he whispered. “When I pressed you into my mattress. When I made you cum on my cock...”

You moaned quietly, lips parting as you thought back to that feeling. Your fingers moved a little faster now, guided by instinct and the memory of him.

“That’s it,” he said, voice thick. “Let it build. Let it drive you a little crazy. Let it feel good.”

And you tried. You really did.

For exactly 15 minutes.

Noah gave you your space, letting you explore yourself beneath the sheets whilst he put a show on, not wanting you to feel like he was watching in case it put you off.

You followed every step Noah gave you, slow touches, more pressure. You kept your eyes closed, tried to remember the feel of his hands, the way he kissed you last time. You imagined his mouth on your neck, his breath against your skin… but after a few more minutes, nothing was happening. Nothing was building anymore.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your fingers stilling, your shoulders tense.

Noah shifted beside you, the mattress creaking slightly under his weight as he sat back up on one elbow.

“Still nothing?” He asked gently.

You opened your eyes, moving your hand away, blinking up at the ceiling with a hint of defeat.

“I can’t do it.” You shook your head.

“You can. You just haven’t yet.”

“It’s like…” You glanced at him, a little embarrassed. “It’s not even the pressure. It’s not the angle. It’s that… it doesn’t feel good without you.”

His eyes softened, and then something darker lit up within them. Something almost possessive.

“You’re telling me your pussy only listens to me?” He said, almost teasing, but there was hunger in his voice too.

You flushed.

“Apparently... I think I'm just broken.”

He gave you a look that was all fond exasperation. 

“You're not broken, babe.”

You blinked up at him, lips parting to protest, but he stopped you.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Would you like some help?”

Your breath caught. 

“What kind of help?”

“The kind where I use my hands instead of giving a TED Talk from over here.” His smirk was lazy but not unkind. “Only if you want me to.”

You hesitated for a second, before nodding.

“Okay," you whispered, "Yes please."

“Okay." He echoed, his voice softer now. 

He gently tugged the covers down,

"Spread your legs for me, baby." He said softly, and shifted to kneel between them.

His hands brushed over your thighs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours like he was asking for permission one more time.

You gave him a nod, which he returned with a smile before his eyes met your heat.

His fingers brushes against your folds, and you saw how his eyes grew darker when he parted your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered. “She definitely listens to me.”

You felt your face heat up again, and he just smirked, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I’m gonna start slow,” he murmured. “Just here, on your clit.” He pressed his thumb gently against it, just enough pressure to make you twitch. “Feel that?”

You nodded, your breath catching.

“This is where all your nerves gather. That's why it's so sensitive...”

His fingers moved in soft circles, slow and hypnotic.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” you breathed. “It’s good.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, clearly pleased. “I’ll stay here a little longer, let you settle into it. Don’t chase anything yet, okay? Just feel it.”

You did. You let yourself melt under his touch, under his voice.

“Now,” he said, lowering his head again just slightly to kiss your thigh, “I’m gonna slide a finger in, just one. I’ll still focus on the outside, but the inside helps build that pressure. That fullness. You trust me?”

You nodded. 

“Always.”

His finger slid in slowly, carefully. The angle was just right, his other hand still moving in slow, patient circles on your clit.

“Feel that?” he asked, his voice low. “That little spot inside, just… there…”

 He curled his finger just slightly and you gasped.

“There she is,” he smiled. “That’s your spot, sweetheart. Right there.”

Your hips tilted, chasing the feeling before you even realised it.

Everything was slow. Steady and intimate, like he had all the time in the world.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured. “You feel incredible. I wish you could feel what I feel, how warm you are, how soft.”

You whimpered, your fingers gripping the sheets as his finger curled inside you again. 

“That feel good?” He murmured, watching your face closely.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Good,” he said, voice darker now, heavier. “Now I want you to listen to me. I’m gonna keep my finger inside you, right here-” he said, curling it again to prove his point, and your whole body flinched, “but I want you to play with your clit for me. The way I showed you.”

You hesitated, but his voice dropped even lower, coaxing.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

You reached down slowly, breath catching as your fingers brushed against yourself. You were already soaked, his touch alone had done that.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Feel how wet you are for me? That’s all for us, baby. Now rub it. Gentle circles, just like I did. Not too hard.”

You whimpered as you obeyed, copying his rhythm, your fingers shaky.

“Good girl,” he praised, and the words made your stomach flip. “Just like that. Keep going.”

His finger curled inside you again, slow and deep, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

“You feel that?” He growled. “That spot, right there. That’s mine now. You let me have it.”

Your hips bucked, your breath ragged as your fingers moved faster.

“Eyes on me,” he said. “I want to see your face when you come.”

You looked at him, wide-eyed, desperate. 

“I don’t think I can-”

“You can, just stop getting in your head,” he said firmly, leaning over you. “You’re already so close. I can feel it, the way you’re tightening around my finger. Keep rubbing that sweet little clit. Picture me between your legs if it helps.”

You gasped again, your thighs shaking.

“Yeah, that’s it. You like thinking about me eating you out, huh?” His voice was sinfully soft. “Tongue right here,” he dragged his thumb over your clit slowly, “Sucking you till you cry.”

Your breath hitched, and you moved your hand back down/

“I’d spend hours with my face buried between your thighs, baby. Lick you until your legs are shaking... Want you to know how fucking good it feels to fall apart.”

Your fingers sped up, desperation growing, but your rhythm faltered.

“No,” he murmured, catching your hand with his free one. “You don’t stop now. Here..." he guided your fingers back into motion, showing you the right pressure, the right speed, “Just like this.”

You whimpered, everything tightening inside.

“I’ve got you,” he said, curling his finger again. “Come on, sweetheart. I want you to come for me. Right now.”

And you did. It hit like a crash, hot and fast, your whole body seizing up as you moaned his name, thighs clamping around his wrist. He didn’t stop, he helped work you through it, watching you unravel with dark, hungry eyes

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision a little blurry, Noah was watching you like you’d just handed him the stars.

“Hi,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. “You okay?”

You nodded, still breathless. 

“I… yeah. That was….”

He chuckled, settling beside you and pulling the blankets up over both of you. 

“Told you you weren’t broken.”

You curled into his chest, your face buried in his neck. 

“That was amazing, Noah... Thank you."

He smiled against your hair. 

“Glad I could be of service.”

You slapped his chest weakly.

“Shut up.”

He just laughed and kissed the top of your head.

“You ever need a refresher course,” he murmured, “I offer hands-on lessons. Free of charge.”

“Shut up." You chuckled.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you. 

“You gotta admit it… that was hot.”

You groaned into his skin. 

“Don’t make it weird.”

“Y/n, I took your virginity, and you literally just came with my finger inside you. I think we’re past weird.”

You swatted him, and he just kissed the top of your head, smug and soft and so pleased with himself.

"Will you stay tonight?" You asked softly.

"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on going home just yet."

…

It wasn’t until later, after you'd both gone quiet, after the teasing had faded into comfortable silence, that the shift truly settled in. You weren’t tangled in limbs out of habit anymore. You weren’t just cuddling because that’s what you’ve always done.

Noah's fingers were still brushing slow, lazy lines along your spine. Your legs were half-draped over his, your head tucked beneath his chin. He hadn’t let go of your hand once.

There was something new in the quiet. Not tension, exactly. More like awareness.

You were aware of how his skin felt under your fingertips. Of how your body responded to his, even now, just being close. Of how safe, and kind of addictive, it felt to be this near to him.

He shifted a little beneath you and murmured, 

“You still awake?”

You nodded against his chest. 

“You?”

“Barely. But I didn’t wanna sleep without saying something.”

You lifted your head, resting your chin on him again so you could see his face. He looked sleepy and warm and totally, devastatingly fond of you.

“I liked this,” he said. “All of it. Not just what we did. But… this. Us.”

You smiled. 

“Yeah. Me too.”

There was a long pause before either of you spoke again, like the next words needed to mean something.

“I think I wanna do this again,” he said softly, fingers brushing through your hair. “Not just once. Not just to ‘help’ you.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. 

“You mean like… regularly?”

“I mean like whenever we feel like it. Whenever it feels good. Which it does. I think we’re… kinda good at this.”

You laughed quietly, and it melted into a smile. 

“Yeah. Surprisingly.”

He tilted his head, nudging his nose against yours. 

“Still wanna be best friends?”

“Always.”

You always knew there was more to your relationship than just friendship, but it exceeded romance too. You could never imagine actually dating your best friend, because that felt wrong... But somehow this felt just right.

"I want to have to define whatever this is." you said, not wanting to put your friendship at stake.

“I don’t want to either,” he said. “I just want to keep doing what feels good. What feels right.”

You smiled again, a softer one this time, and tilted your face to look up at him.

“So you’re saying we’re gonna keep having insanely good sex and act totally normal about it?”

His lips quirked up, eyes glinting.

“Exactly. Just two best friends. Totally normal. Totally casual.” He kissed your forehead, then grinned wider. “Totally obsessed with how good your pussy feels.”

"Noah!" You shoved at his chest with a breathless laugh.

He caught your wrist mid-shove and pulled you close, chest vibrating with laughter.

"Sorry." He smirked, "C'mon, we better get some sleep, it's pretty late."

You nodded and kissed his cheek before settling back down on his chest, your entire body feeling light and calm and settled for the first time in weeks.

This didn’t feel like a mistake. It didn’t feel wrong, or like you were crossing a line. It felt like opening a door to something that had been waiting there the whole time.

And just when Noah thought you had gone quiet, ready to sleep, you spoke up again. 

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

“...Will you eat me out next time? Just, since you mentioned it earlier… I’ve always wondered if it feels as good as people say… And I’ve heard stories about what you can do with that mouth.” You giggled. 

Noah froze for half a second, then let out a breathless laugh, his chest shaking beneath your cheek.

“You tryna kill me?” he murmured, grinning like he’d just been handed a gift.

You lifted your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, still half-lidded with sleep but already darker again.

“I’m serious.” You whispered, voice warm with want.

He smirked, brushing your hair back from your face. 

“Baby… I’ve been dreaming about that.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it.

“You have?”

“Since the first night I moved into my place, we had a party, we got drunk together and you sat on the kitchen counter in those tiny-ass shorts.” His fingers trailed lazily up your bare thigh. “I wanted to drop to my knees right then and taste you.”

You gasped softly.

“Next time,” he murmured, his voice slowing, growing darker with lust, “I’m gonna lay you out on the bed, spread your pretty legs, throw ‘em over my shoulders...”

You swallowed, thighs already tightening.

“I wanna make a mess of you,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “Have your thighs all slick, ruin my sheets, have your pretty little pussy swollen and desperate because I won’t stop licking. I want you crying my name, grinding on my face, so, so desperate to cum.”

A soft whimper escaped you, and he smirked, but kissed beneath your ear, hot and slow. 

“And you will cum, baby. Over and over, as much as you want, until you don’t even remember your own name.”

You were panting now, aching, practically squirming against him.

“Noah…”

He tilted your chin up with two fingers, eyes locked on yours.

“I’m gonna have you sit on my face, baby. Let you ride it as looong as you want. Rub that sweet cunt all over my tongue. Fuck- I want you to cum so hard-”

You cut him off with a weak shove to his chest. 

“Okay, okay! Enough! Shut up.”

He blinked, then laughed again, smug as hell. 

“Oh? Getting a little worked up?”

“You’re doing it on purpose,” you groaned, cheeks hot. “And it’s mean.”

He grinned, the worst kind of teasing. 

“You started it.”

��I was being honest,” you muttered, wiggling a little closer to him. “You’re the one now turning it into torture.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kissed your temple again, then infuriatingly let out a content sigh and rolled over.

“Well,” he said, sounding far too pleased with himself, “goodnight, y/n.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“What?”

He smirked at the ceiling. 

“You heard me.”

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?”

He stretched a little, getting cozy. 

“Yup.”

“You’re evil.”

“I know,” he murmured, eyes slipping shut. “Sleep tight.”

You stared at him, equal parts furious and turned on. 

And the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing. You huffed, flopping back down, facing away from him and pulling the blanket over yourself with a growl.

Noah chuckled quietly and reached over to tug you against his side again.

“C’mon, you’ll survive,” he whispered, mouth against your hair. “Besides… now you’ve got something to dream about.”

You muttered something unintelligible into his shoulder, and he just smiled wider.

Smug bastard.

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yeah so ovulation got the better of me this month

@dominuslunae @chey-h @xxkittenkissesxx @theasowle @renegadebirch @super-btstrash-posts @skulla-rxcks

[concretejunglefm]

mean!noah being super condescending ggkkkgkfjgnn

DOLLIE!!! I love your brain and how you think. lately something about Noah being in his chair like this is doing something to my brain 😵‍💫

CW: includes mentions of bulge worshiping, reader referred to as puppy, sub/dom dynamics, implied light bondage, CMNF, condescending degradation.

NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“Poor puppy, already drooling over something you can’t have.” Noah’s eyes are fixed on you, grinning wickedly, taunting you as a pitiful whine emerges from your throat. You’re together in his home studio, Noah sat back in the chair, legs spread, his arousal straining against his pants—the focus of your own gaze.

You’ve been subjected to ‘punishment’ for misbehaving, resulting in you kneeling naked in the corner of the room, where Noah forces you to sit and wait until he’s ready to have you. He claims it’s all under the guise of patience—he’s teaching you, but you know he enjoys the control he exerts over you, making you wait and being completely at his mercy, obeying him without question.

With a single finger, he raises it and beckons you closer. “Crawl to me, show me how desperate you are.”

You’re so eager that you almost trip fall forward on your face, completely forgetting that your arms are tied behind your back—all part of your punishment and intended to prevent you from touching yourself.

“So eager, so pathetic,” he mocks, and it goes straight to your aching core, making you throb. Your arousal drips between your thighs because he hasn’t touched you, yet you’re beyond slick, beyond a mess—all for him.

When you find yourself in the intimate space between his spread thighs, you sink into the position as if you’ve finally arrived home. His hand extends, fingers intertwining with your hair as he forcefully pulls your head forward, eliciting a whimper from you, pressing your face against his bulge. “Go on, worship it. You don’t get to touch—not yet. Just your mouth. Make it pretty.”

You comply, your tongue sloppy and your mouth hungry as you attempt to worship every inch of his straining bulge against the rough fabric of his jeans. Against you, he rolls his hips, rutting himself against your mouth, holding you firmly to him as he uses it for some form of relief or perhaps to tease himself, as you taste the faint bitterness of precum that has begun to seep through the fabric.

Tightening his grip on your hair, Noah pulls you away and tilts your head back as he gazes down at you, admiring your expression. Your lips are parted, your pupils blown, and all you can manage is a faint, desperate whimper. A sly smirk spreads across his own lips. “You haven’t earned it yet. But keep begging like that, and I might let you have a taste.”

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[erraomens]

Look at You, Taking It So Well

Noah x Female!Reader word count : 940 words prompt . i saw the size of his hand next to that controller and now i wake up in a cold sweat whispering "yes, sir." warnings/ tags. soft dom!noah sebastian, lap straddling, hand kink, oral fixation, filthy finger sucking, spit play, casual dominance, clothed grinding, noah’s joggers are the real enemy here, praise kink, overstimulation, dom/sub tension, unspoken power exchange, emotional damage via his hands, minor brattiness, slightly feral reader behavior. tag list . @lacy1986 , @fadingangelwisp , @bloody-spades , @flowery-mess , @chey-h , @w0manof-flesh44 a/n. this is not a fic. this is a spiritual crisis brought on by one (1) man stretching his tattooed hands like he wasn’t about to spiritually rearrange me. if you've ever watched him hold a controller or a mic and felt yourself ascend and shatter simultaneously—welcome. you are no longer alone.

It starts with the way he stretches his fingers out in front of you, casually flexing the tendons beneath inked skin, like he knows you’re watching. Like he’s purposely doing it to see how you react to such simple movements. 

Those hands—tendons flexing under inked skin, accentuating—rest on his thighs like a threat or a promise. You aren’t sure which, but both seem to turn you on. He leans back in his gaming chair, legs spread in those black joggers he always lives in as he stretches his arms over his head, turning to look at where you sat on the edge of his bed.

You avert your gaze quickly, as if looking was a crime and he would punish you if caught. But the question is, why look away if that is exactly what you wanted? His lips pull into a smirk, devilish–tempting, moving his hand to his thigh, fingers tapping against the fabric—and murmurs: “C’mere.”

You don’t even hesitate, which you consider shameful seeing as he didn’t have to do much in order for you to bend to his words. He had that effect on you.

By the time you straddle his hips, knees digging into the material of the chair, his hands are already on your thighs—massive hands that wrap around them like it’s nothing, dragging you forward until your chest brushes his and your heart's in your throat. You could feel his breath on your lips and he hums, smirking as his hands move up over your ass and just under the hem of your shirt.

He is looking at you like he is contemplating what to do, maybe even like he is letting you think that you have some semblance of control before he rips it away from you. 

"You're staring again," he mutters, low and amused, his thumb brushing over your skin casually, like it’s second nature and not like it is enough to have you on your knees begging. "You going to be a good girl, or am I going to have to make you beg?"

You don’t answer. Not with words. Instead, you lean in and take his fingers into your mouth—slow, controlled, desperate as you fuck them in like they’re his cock. Hollow cheeks, tongue moving along the digits, moaning around the stretch. Eyes flutter shut while your mouth works his hand, your hips shift, grinding down on his lap, unable to help yourself.

His breath catches in his throat, a low broken laugh tumbling out as his head presses back against the headrest of his chair. “Fucking hell, baby. That doing it for you?”

You moan in response, hips moving against him harder, moving yourself over the hard line of his cock straining against the fabric of his joggers. He’s not trying to hide it, he wants you to feel it, and when he looks at you again his pupils are blown. His smile is gone, lips parted as lust clouds his gaze, and he can’t decide if he’s impressed by the way your tongue is moving against his fingers, or if he is seconds from snapping. Bending you over his desk and taking what he wants.

“Unreal,” he breathes, voice low and rough, fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt at your lower back, moving you over him, causing enough friction for you to gasp against his fingers. “Sittin’ in my lap, sucking my fingers like that... Fuck.”

“All it takes are my fingers and you fall apart, huh?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Could’ve had my dick, and you still went for these first.”

You hum around his fingers, nodding, drooling messy over your lips as you open your eyes, and he can see how fucked out you were just by doing this. He watches it glisten, watches the way your mouth moves like it was made for this. For him. You’ve lost all semblance of control, letting more spit drip out, watching as his jaw clenches and his cock twitches under you as it trailed down his hand. 

“Keep going like that and I’m not gonna make it—or maybe that’s what you want,” he growls, the smirk that played on his lips threatening to fall apart, unsure how much longer he could keep this up. He grips your hips, fingers digging in tight as he starts to move you for him—slow, deliberate, mean—guiding the rhythm with one hand alone.

“You wanna come just like this?” he murmurs, fingers pressing deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes, whimpering as you continue to guide him down your throat. “Grinding on my cock while you choke on my fingers? Is that what you’re after?”

Your hips stutter as you nod, lips parting, desperate now, and his smile fades, something darker settling in his eyes. It was like the switch flipped, and you whined louder, head nodding as you practically begged him to keep going. That was the look you were desperate for. The one that promised trouble. The one you knew you’d beg for anyway.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, your lips swollen from working him, and you can’t help but pout, looking absolutely ruined just by sucking on his fingers.

“Then open your mouth,” he demands, voice rough and low, slipping his fingers into his own mouth for a moment. He moved to drag his thumb over your lower lip, watching as your tongue practically chased the digit, and gave in by pressing his fingers hard against your tongue and pressing his fingers of his other hand to your throat. “And don’t you fuckin’ stop moving.”

[brownbearwrites]

struck by you (pt. 2 of 2)

You’re an omega, and you’re going into heat. And, as wrong as it feels to admit to yourself, it’s all happening because your body is forcing you to admit that you are truly, terribly, in love with Noah.

A/B/O dynamic, omega reader and alpha Noah. 18+.

Read part one here. Read on AO3 here.

A rapid knocking at your door makes you glance up from the cocoon of blankets, pillows, and towels you’ve formed around your shivering body. You attempt to sit up, but yet another bout of cramps forces you to curl in on yourself on the bed instead, wrapping the sheet around your naked skin. The knocking persists, and all you can do is groan in response.

“I’m coming in, okay?” you hear Noah’s familiar voice from the hallway, a worried tone coloring his words.

You watch the door slide open, Noah’s hoodie-clad form stepping into your hotel room. His eyes flitter around the darkened room, his gaze finally locating you among the folds of your messy makeshift nest. He carefully closes the door behind himself, shutting you both in from the outside world.

“Oli gave me a spare key, I didn’t want to–” he begins to speak, voice halting as he takes a step closer to your shivering form.

He heaves in a shuddering breath, his whole body seeming to tense up as he takes in the maddening smell your body is emanating. His eyes clench shut, having to call upon every ounce of his self-restraint not to pounce on you. By now, the scent filling the room is so thick you can even smell it yourself—a heady, intoxicating smell. Even through the heat-induced mind fog, you find it within yourself to be embarrassed at the idea of how it must smell to an unmated alpha like Noah. How desperate you must seem.

Take me. Take me. Take me.

Your body feels overheated, skin sticky with sweat. You look up at Noah with teary eyes, the alpha’s restraint visibly crumbling as he hears a low, pained whine coming from your throat.

His eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide. “Please tell me you want it to be me,” he half-begs you, “I couldn’t live with myself if you’d regret this”. His hands, shaking at his sides, clenching into solid fists.

You move as upon instinct. The throbbing in your skull seems to lessen with each lungful of Noah’s scent you inhale from across the room. Your mind is blank as you push the white sheet down from where you had bunched it up around your neck. Your torso now lays bare before him, chest heaving as you meet his eyes. Slowly, maddeningly so, you angle your neck. You submissively present the smooth stretch of skin to him, wordlessly begging for his bite, for him to mark you as his.

“Noah, please, I need it to be you”.

He lets out a growl, a deep dark sound from the center of his chest that makes you clench your slick thighs together in want. He’s on you within the blink of an eye. His large warm hands smoothing a path down your tousled hair, over the sweat-slick skin of your waist, coming to a rest atop the crumpled sheets that cover your legs. His face hides in the crook of your neck, nosing at your scent gland. This closeness, his long-awaited touch, washes over you like a wave. You didn’t realize nearly enough how badly you needed him, and finally, he was here. Here to take care of you.

“I knew you’d smell good, but fuck, baby, I never knew it’d be this delicious. Driving me crazy, I swear”.

His warm hand continues to knead and stroke at your covered thigh, a wanton shiver running down your spine in response. One of your hands reaches up to slide your fingers through his hair, your grip tightening on his locks as you push his face closer against you. He presses needy kisses against your throat, lips teasingly skimming past where you need him to bite and claim you. Maybe at another point in time, this would be all you’d ever need, you and Noah pressed tight against one another, the pressure of his body on top of yours, your scents intermixing in the space you share. But right now, with your heat coursing through your body and the uncomfortable clenching in your abdomen worsening with the minute, you simply need more.

It’s a sentiment you’re not quiet about sharing, whining and babbling for Noah to touch you, to make the pain go away. Thankfully for you, he gives in easily. He hauls himself up on one elbow, his free hand coming up to thumb at where the border of the sheet and your stomach meet. His hungry eyes roam over your body, lingering on your breasts before his gaze flickers back up to your face.

“Pretty little omega needs me to play with her pussy, huh?” he pants, “don’t worry baby, once you’ve got my knot you won’t even remember how much you were hurting before. I’ll fuck all the pain away for you, yeah?”

Noah’s hand pushes down the sheets, your kicking legs aiding him in getting the pesky fabric off your warm skin. He kisses your neck one last time before sliding down the bed, his large tattooed hands caressing your calves as he gently goads you into spreading your legs for him. Your inner thighs feel embarrassingly sticky and wet from your arousal, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched. You have half the mind to blush.

Noah groans at the sight of you, his mouth pressing warm kisses against your messy thighs as his long fingers slide through your folds, making you keen in pleasure.

“What’s made you this wet, baby?” he asks.

“You, Noah, just you,” you sob as he rewards you with the press of his fingers against your sensitive clit, “couldn’t help but be needy for you”.

“Good girl”.

You’re wet enough that he’s immediately able to slide two of his fingers into you, crooking them as he slowly pumps them in and out. The feeling of finally having something to fill you up makes you throw your head back in pleasure, your fingers gripping the blanket below you for purchase. Your shaking legs unintentionally press together around Noah’s hand, locking him in place as his digits stretch you out. He presses a kiss to your knee, his tenderness a startling contrast to the unrelenting movements of his fingers.

“So damn tight,” he mumbles against your skin, “I need to open you up on my fingers before you can take my knot, huh?”

“I can take it,” you moan wantonly.

“Yeah? Does my pretty girl feel ready to get fucked?”

You look down at him as you nod your head, biting your lip. He makes his way back up to you, nosing at your neck again. Your hands slide over his back, suddenly irked by how many clothes Noah is still wearing. Your hands push below his hoodie, roaming your hands over his skin.

“Take it off?” you ask, desperate to feel his uncovered skin against yours.

Noah sits up on his knees, taking his hoodie off in one fell swoop. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you shamelessly ogle him, his hands deftly undoing his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down. His hard, heavy cock slaps up against his stomach, the tip already pink and shiny with his excitement. He gives his shaft a half-minded stroke, the muscles in his abdomen visibly shuddering at the feeling of finally touching himself. Your mouth waters at the sight, your own stomach clenching uncomfortably with how empty you feel, heat still coursing through your veins.

Noah kicks his clothes the rest of the way off, leaning in to kiss your neck and nip at your jaw. His hand massages your breasts, nimble fingers toying with your sensitive nipples. You whine in frustration, angling your head down so that his lips kiss their way up your cheek. He looks up at you, his brow furrowing as his dilated eyes meet yours.

 “Want you to kiss me,” you mumble.

“I am kissing you, baby” he teases with another peck on your cheek.

“Not properly,” you whine.

An unexpectedly dopey smile forms on his face. He leans in, his soft lips pressing against yours in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. You’re too far gone to do more than take what he gives you, moaning as his lips and tongue move against yours. Still, you feel the pleasure-starved omega part of your brain shiver with joy at the knowledge that this isn’t simply a kiss from just any alpha, it’s a kiss from your alpha.

Before long, his hands slide back down your body, pressing your thighs apart as he grinds himself against the soft skin of your stomach, his cock painfully close yet too far away from where you want him. From where you need him. You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him closer to you.

“Gonna give you what you need, yeah?” he mumbles, his voice rough as he grips his cock, sliding it through your slick folds, “give my sweet little mate the knot she deserves”. 

Noah’s thick cock finally slides into you, the feeling of it stretching you open knocking the breath out of you. Your hands move to wrap around his broad back, your nails clawing at his warm skin as he begins to thrust, his movements slow at first but quickly speeding up. The idea of being quiet doesn’t even cross your mind, wanton moans freely slipping past your lips with every wet slap of Noah’s hips against yours. The uncomfortable clenching in your stomach has finally disappeared, and though you still don’t feel like the brain fog has lifted fully, all you feel is pure unadulterated pleasure.

You hold onto Noah for dear life, pressing your nose against the tensed muscles of his bicep and breathing in the addicting alpha smell that’s radiating off of him as he pounds into you. It feels like he was made to fit inside you, the stretch of his cock maddeningly delicious, the curve of it hitting you at your most sensitive spots. With how incredible it feels to have Noah inside of you, and how long your body has been waiting for this very moment, it is no surprise that it doesn’t take long before you start to feel the tell-tale signs of an oncoming orgasm growing between your legs. Your sultry moans meld into desperate squeals, answered by Noah’s own growling moans.

“Noah, I'm–” you yelp out, unable to finish your sentence as Noah hikes your legs even further up his back, basically folding you in half as he pounds into you at a steady yet unforgiving pace. With this new angle, it feels like he’s somehow even deeper inside of you, fucking down into the deepest part of your being.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, “come on your alpha’s cock. Get your pussy all ready for my knot, yeah? Be a good girl for me”.

The filth spilling from his lips is the final push you need to get you over the edge. It’s like you feel yourself almost blackout for a moment when the orgasm rips through your body, your back arching, and every last muscle in your body tensing as the undiluted pleasure fills you from head to toe. All you can feel is Noah. His hand on your thigh, his face in the crook of your neck, his hips pressed against yours, the swell of the knot at the base of his cock pressing into you. 

His hips have slowed to a grinding pace, no less intense than the forceful thrusts you felt previously, but maddening in an entirely new sense. If you thought his cock was big before, the feeling of his firm knot stretching you open is a whole new revelation. It feels both impossibly big and just right at the very same time, filling you up to the very brim.

“Fuck, you’re taking it so well, being so good for me,” Noah sighs against your throat, growling and panting as you open up for him. “Are you going to let me claim you? Make you my girl? My pretty little omega?”

You shudder, overwhelmed and sensitive, finally getting what your body has been begging you for these past two days.

“Please, Noah, I’m yours,” you pant.

Noah raises his head, hips flush against yours as he looks at you, his face red from exertion, bangs stuck against his sweaty forehead, eyes wide and animalistic. His gaze flickers down to your throat, the smooth expanse of skin laid bare for him. You cock your head to the side, urging him on, showing him how desperately you want this.

And then, suddenly, it’s done.

Noah leans in, soft lips pressing a kiss to your neck before he bites down, breaking skin as his incisors skin into your supple flesh. The pain doesn’t even register to you. All you feel is the weight of his body on top of you, the satisfying throbbing of his cock inside of you as he finally cums, his warm hands holding you close. The dual thumping of both of your heartbeats pounds in your ears, the innate rhythm of the two of you harmonizing in the most devastatingly beautiful way. You sense his relief, his joy; his emotions burrowing down through your skin to nestle in your chest alongside your own. You feel more connected to him than you have ever felt connected to anyone before. It’s a dizzying realization that this is it now, that he’s yours. 

Yours forever.

[blade-dressed-in-red]

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pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: MDNI, alcohol, exhibitionism (fingering in public setting), mentions of smoking (weed, folio mention‼️). if you believe i missed anything please let me know! i never want to make anyone uncomfortable :)

word count: 5.2k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.

A/N: first installment of a series i came up with in the shower lmao. i decided to create playlists for each chapter (that i spent longer than i'd like to admit on) so it'd be really cool if you checked them out for complete immersion :D

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| Meet me where the lines blur together

Noah and I didn’t meet by complete chance. I currently worked as an assistant at Ephemera Records, an indie record label that mostly signed up and coming pop punk artists. Many of my closest friends were also in the entertainment industry, some working especially close to Bad Omens’ team. I never had the chance to meet them until my friend Ian's birthday party, taking place at Ernie’s, a local bar in town.

My best friend Tessa and I decided to get ready and pregame at my apartment. We tried on different outfits while throwing back a couple shots here and there. I finally landed on a skintight red velvet dress that reached my midthigh, fishnets, black crew socks, and my platform Docs. I added a chunky silver chain necklace that went a little past my collarbone, along with song rings to further complement my outfit. I decided on leaving my hair down and did my usual makeup, with the addition of smoking out the eyeliner a little bit more to fit the night-out theme, and finished up with some vanilla perfume. Tessa decided on a black two piece set consisting of a matching long sleeved crop top and mini skirt, sheer black tights, and some chunky knee high leather boots. She had added a large gold cross pendant, and put her hair in a neat bun and had her bangs frame her face. 

The two of us looked at ourselves in the bathroom mirror, giving a once-over to both of our looks. Tessa fixed her bangs a little, while I fixed the most minor mistake of my eyeliner. While leaning over the counter to fix your makeup, Tessa asked,

“We should probably order the uber now, right?”

“Yeah definitely.” I responded, promptly setting the eyeliner down on the counter and grabbed my phone. I quickly opened the uber app and ordered the car, the driver having an ETA of about fifteen minutes. Tessa and I decided to take this time as an opportunity to take one final shot, both of us agreeing that it was cheaper than the drinks at the bar.

Right after we toasted and took our shots, Tessa’s phone began ringing. She promptly answered it and put it on speaker for me to hear, noticing it was Casey, Ian’s girlfriend, who organized the party.

“Hello?” Tessa slightly slurred into the receiver.

“Hey! Are you two almost on your way? Also.. are you two already drunk?”

I responded first, “I ordered the uber about ten minutes ago, should be here soon. As for being drunk, I have no comment.” Tessa and I tipsily giggled at my answer, practically hearing Casey roll her eyes on the other side of the line. 

“Well at least you two ordered a ride. How much longer do you think you’ll be? Some people are already starting to show up.” 

It was Tessa’s turn to respond, “Probably within thirty minutes, depending on traffic.”

As if right on time, my phone buzzed, alerting me the uber was there.”

“Oh shit, the uber got here early.” I rushed out. Tessa ended the call with Casey and grabbed her bag while I quickly grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet off the desk, shoving them into a purse that could barely contain all the items. We practically ran out of my apartment, almost tumbling down the stairs in the process to prevent the driver from waiting any longer. As we approached the car, the driver rolled down the window.

“Uber for Y/N?” the woman said.

“That’s me!” I responded politely, trying my best not to sound too inebriated. Unfortunately, my cover was blown when Tessa stumbled into the backseat, straight up telling the driver we had been drinking. Thankfully, the driver didn’t care as long as neither of us lost our stomach contents in her car, which we were both far from being in that state.

The driver let me choose the music, deciding to put on my ‘white girl mix’ playlist, consisting of various pop songs from the 2000-10s. During the drive, Tessa and I were singing along to the songs, the driver even joining in occasionally (who can’t resist some Britney?) We finally arrived at Ernie’s. I swiftly disconnected my phone from the speaker as Tessa and I made our way out of the car. We quickly then thanked the driver before she drove off and I made sure to give her an extra tip on the app before entering the bar. By the time I had arrived, the tipsiness had already turned into a slight buzz. 

I’ve been to Ernie’s a few times before, usually just to get a couple drinks with friends and catch up, or an occasional date or two. It wasn’t a grungy bar in the slightest but still had a hometown edge that didn’t make it feel prestigious. Casey managed to book the whole bar for Ian’s party, decorating it with various blue and silver party streamers and latex balloons, with a banner of blue foil balloons spelling out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN” over the back bar. 

Tessa and I made our way to the group of people chatting at a table. Once Casey noticed us, she ran up to greet the two of us, quickly succeeded by Ian. As they were approaching, I drew my attention to Ian, almost yelling across the bar “Happy birthday!” while throwing my arms in the air, to which he smiled politely until he and Casey made their full way over. As Casey embraced me and Tessa, she stated 

“Y/N! Tessa! We’re so glad you could make it!” followed by Ian,

“Yeah, I really appreciate it.” he said with a polite smile. 

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss this for anything!” I quickly responded while giving Ian a small hug. 

“Yeah we’re really excited, plus it gives us a good excuse to drink!” Tessa said, making everyone chuckle a bit. 

“So, who all is coming?” I asked out of curiosity, but also some slight anxiety. It’s been quite a while since I had been out, let alone with so many people. 

Ian answered, “Not many more people. I didn’t want anything too huge with random people. Just some close friends, work buddies, and some of their friends they wanted to invite along.” Which unknowingly to him, reassured me a little bit. 

“Oh that’s good, I feel like that suits you more than a huge blowout,” I responded with a light slight smile, Ian and Casey nodding in agreement.

Tessa cut off the conversation, “I’m gonna go get a drink, do you guys want anything?” she asks while slowly inching her way to the bar. 

“Sure, I’ll come with you.” I answered, following her lead. 

“I think we’re good for now, we have drinks at the table. But I wanna do some birthday shots later.” Ian responded before he and Casey made their way back to the table.

Tessa and I overlooked the selections the bar had, both of us deciding to play it safe by ordering rum and cokes. Afterwards, we joined the group at the table and said I said my greetings to everyone, catching up with some people who I hadn’t seen in a bit. Over the course of the hour, more people arrived at the party, and I downed another drink in the meantime to combat the minor anxiety that started to settle in my stomach. 

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| You’re the only thing that felt forever

About two hours after I arrived, I had noticed a group of men show up, but my slightly tipsy vision and low lights couldn’t quite make them out as they entered the bar. I took this as another opportunity to grab another drink, deciding to fill up on as much liquid courage as possible before having to converse with more people. As I approached the bar, the bartender greeted me,

“Back so soon?” he commented with a cheeky grin. 

“I can’t be socializing with this many people around without having something in my system,” I stated while nodding my head towards the amount of people in the room as I took a seat on the barstool, earning a chuckle from the bartender.

“I completely get it. What will it be for you then?” he asked while flipping the towel in his hand over his shoulder. I took a beat to think before ordering,

“Hmm.. What about a daiquiri?” 

“One daiquiri coming right up!”

“Make that two, please.” A gruff male voice exclaimed from beside me, placing his heavily inked hand on the bar as he sat down. I turned my head to see who was going to be keeping me company while the drinks were being made. His body slightly turned towards my own, his elbow on the bar with his opposite hand resting on his thigh. He had fluffy layered auburn hair cut just under his ears, with silky pieces framing his face, reminiscent of “prince charming hair.”

His eyes were almond shaped, his irises almost the same exact color of his pupils. He had a slender build with some prominent muscles on his upper arms and shoulders. Even while sitting down, I could tell he was much taller than average, he’d definitely loom over me even while wearing heels. From what I could see above his long sleeved black collared shirt, he had tattoos creeping up his neck. I wondered how much more of his body was marked, but before I could think much more he spoke again. 

“Hi, I’m Noah.” he politely greeted me while reaching his hand out to invite me to shake it. I had noticed it trembled a little bit, but I wrote it off as some minor social anxiety. 

“Y/N.” I responded politely with a smile, lightly taking his hand and shaking it. There was a stark difference in the temperature between the two of us, his hand becoming a miniature heater for my own during the brief contact. 

“So, how do you know Ian?” he asks. Great, more small talk with a stranger. 

“I actually met him through Casey a few years back. She and I met in a class back in college. Funnily enough, she made me approve of Ian before making their relationship official. How about you?”

“Wow, you were there from the start then,” he said with a light chuckle before continuing,

“Ian helped with some design choices for our brand about a year ago.” He finished with a gentle smile. 

“Design choices for your brand, huh. What’s the brand for?” I questioned while raising an eyebrow, knowing Ian has done graphic design for a variety of brands and companies over the years. 

“Well, the brand is the merch for my band.” He said matter of factly.

So he’s a musician? This didn’t surprise me too much, remembering how Ian talked about becoming an independent contractor for some bands a few months ago. 

“Oh you’re in a band? Have you released anything I’ve heard?” I was so used to asking this question from work, the answer usually being no.

“Well our main ‘claim to fame,’” he started out, using air quotes, “is ‘Just Pretend,’ but we have some other pretty well-known songs out there.” He said with a small hint of pride in his tone, raising his eyebrow a bit, silently asking to see if I had known of it.

“Oh shit! That was you? Yeah, I've definitely heard it before.” I was genuinely a bit surprised. I was quite used to coming across artists just starting out, with not much, if any, work to their name.

“It’s a really good song,” I assured him with a small smile.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. We put a lot of effort into that song and the rest of the record.” I nodded at him in response as the bartender returned with our matching drinks.

After this exchange, something within Noah’s demeanor seemed to shift. It was hardly noticeable, but I caught onto the way his left knee began to bounce a little and how he was struggling to maintain eye contact with me. I figured he just became a little self-conscious of not being immediately recognized for the first time in years. We two sat in a borderline awkward silence while sipping from our drinks. Growing more uncomfortable as the silence wore on, I decided to be the one to break the ice this time.

“Sorry for not instantly recognizing you, it probably bruised your ego a bit, huh?” I jokingly nudged him. A small smile appeared on his face, but his nerves weren’t fully melting away just yet.

“I gotta admit, it hasn’t happened in a while, especially at things like these,” he gestured by nodding his head back to the room behind the two of us. Before I could form a response, he continued,

“Speaking of which, what do you do for work?”

“I work as an assistant to a manager at Ephemera Records. Hence why I’m so behind on other music. Just too focused on my own bands to pay attention to other labels’ artists.” I answered, slurping the last of my drink through the straw. He must’ve noticed the way my expression changed to disappointment as I looked at the bottom of the cup

“Could I get the next round?” his tone was laced with hope and uncertainty of whether or not I’d take him up on his offer.

I decided to accept it, who could resist a free drink?

“That’d be really nice, thank you.” I said appreciatively, giving him a small smile. I swore I could see his cheeks flush a bit, but I think it was just the odd blueish lighting from around us playing tricks on my eyes.

“Not a problem, what will it be then?” he said while turning his attention to the bartender, who swiftly made his way back over to the two of us.

“Your choice,” I quipped, unsure of what I was feeling up for since the daiquiri was starting to make its presence known. I slightly swayed in the barstool, making Noah laugh a little as he averted most of his attention to the bartender. 

“Three tequila shots please, with some lime.” he politely asked the bartender, who quickly grabbed the glasses and limes. 

“Three? Why three?” I asked, I was unsure on why he ordered an odd number.

“Well, I can tell you’re already getting a little tipsy, so I figured I should meet you at your level.” He said teasingly. 

“Oh really?” I retorted back with a teasing tone. 

The bartender set the shots and limes in front of us, the two us toasting to the first, which I promptly followed by biting down on the lime, while Noah threw back the second one, quickly stuffing the lime into his mouth to fight off the burning sensation in his throat. 

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I’m love sick, love sober

Although I was there for Ian, I noticed he was quite preoccupied with everyone hanging out around him, determined to party with the birthday boy whether it be drinking, dancing, or just catching up with him. I decided I’d get the chance to talk with him more later in the night when things settled down a bit. Noah and I continued talking, finding some comfort within our barseats. We found out we actually had a decent amount in common, but we also talked about some interests the other didn’t know much about. We both decided to have a couple more mixed drinks, in addition to him having two shots in his attempt to “catch up” to me. 

Despite the alcohol starting to flood both of our systems, we still attentively listened to each other. However, at times, I noticed his eyes linger to my neck and collarbones when I was talking, but he quickly averted them back to your eyes when he felt I noticed his gaze. Whenever someone came up to greet me, I felt his eyes on me, probably thinking I wouldn’t notice his eyes on me. 

I decided to grab the bartender’s attention for what felt like the twentieth time that night, but that was a great overestimate. I chose to get the next round for me and Noah. 

“Could I- I mean we, get two shots of vodka please.” I politely slurred out, but not enough for him to cut me off. Despite managing to stay in my seat most of the night, I was a bit apprehensive of standing up if I were to have a couple more drinks anytime soon. 

“Will that be all?” the bartender asks while grabbing the glasses and bottle.

“Nope!” I stated while enunciating the “P.”

“Wait, no chaser?” Noah said, his face expressing his perplexed amusement. 

Instead of answering him, I continued talking to the bartender,

“You can also put both of those on my tab.”

“Doesn’t that cancel my round out?” Noah quipped.

“Dude, I’m just returning the favor.” I noticed how his expression shifted a little at my words. I assumed it was because of me insisting on paying for the drinks and totally not the expression I use solely towards my friends. 

“Whatever you say, but I’m gonna keep insisting on fully paying for at least one of your drinks.” I rolled my eyes in response while the bartender set the shots down in front of us. I handed one of them to Noah, feeling his warm hand brush against my cold one. We both swallowed the liquid, mine going down without a hitch while Noah gaged at the taste.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he jokingly spat, grimacing while holding his hand to his chest as if it’d help calm the burning sensation in his esophagus. 

“Oh come on, it isn’t that bad.” I knew I wouldn’t agree with this statement if I was sober, but the sting of the alcohol wasn’t as prominent with the current state I was in. 

“Right.. Well I’m gonna use the restroom, I’ll be right back.” He stated 

“Sounds good,” I replied, deciding to make smalltalk with the bartender in the meantime during Noah’s absence. He slightly stumbled while getting up from the barstool, but quickly regained his composure, making me let out an amused giggle, Noah giving me a playful glare in response as he walked away. 

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I was free in the fall, now I’m lost in the moment

As Noah returned, one of my favorite songs, Take the World by She Wants Revenge started playing throughout the bar. I glanced over to where people were dancing, and figured I’d let out some extra energy. I quickly grabbed Noah’s warm hand to his surprise, forcing him to join me on the dance floor. 

“Come on, let’s go dance.” I slurred out a little bit, Noah’s response was just a silent eye roll. 

I stumbled a little while getting up from the barstool, Noah steadying with his hand on my lower back. I looked up at him with glazed over eyes, his own matching and thanked him, I fully realized how tall he actually was next to me. I noticed he was a bit apprehensive as I dragged him behind me to the dance floor, but I hoped it would wear off as the vodka made its way through his body. I immediately started moving to the beat of the song, forcing Noah to match my energy by proxy. It wasn’t anything too promiscuous at first, but as the song went on, his body slowly gravitated towards my own. I hadn’t even noticed until I felt his hand on my hip. I looked up and realized he had stilled a bit, as if wondering if that was the correct action to take. I reassured him by turning around to lightly grind my body against his, almost making his movements stop completely before leaning back into me. We kept this up for a couple songs, I guided his hand to explore my hips and belly, him slowly growing in confidence with his roaming. Noah began trailing his hand down towards my thighs, making a shiver run through my body, littering my skin with goosebumps. I looked around and realized there were a lot of people on the dance floor. I turned back around to face him again, he pulled his hand back and placed it onto my hip again, I detected his breathing became shallow. Before thinking, I grabbed his wrist and navigated his hand back down. We looked at each other in a way that asked the other if this is what we wanted. After we both nodded, he let me guide his hand down further, him slipping it underneath my velvet dress while his other had a tight grip on my hip.

His hand palmed over my core while kissing and softly biting at my neck, I gnawed at my lip in an attempt to not make a sound. Slowly, his fingers made their way into my fishnets and lace panties, his middle finger steadily brushing through my folds, him mentally noting how wet you already were. I let out a low whimper that only he could detect, making him bite my neck a little harsher in response. I breathed heavily with his face in the crook of my neck as he traced small circles around my clit. I did everything I could to drown out the small gasps and moans so as to not alert those around us of what was taking place near them. That idea in of itself made me more aroused than I’d care to admit. Little by little, his finger made its way near my entrance, teasing me before finally dipping his finger inside. My head fell against his chest to hide my sounds by muffling them against him as his fingers worked their way inside me. The sensation of this was all new to me. Sure, I’ve been fingered before, but the way his slender digits pumped in and out of me with his palm rubbing against my core, giving me the friction I craved. He was able to reach places I couldn’t on my own (or anyone else for that matter). He kept kissing and biting at my neck, nibbling on your earlobe at one point, drawing me closer to the edge. The moan I muffled against him made him speed up his pace, adding another digit in the process, his fingers repeatedly hitting the spot that had my whole body start to tingle. Everything about this moment was overstimulating; the bass from the music reverberating throughout my entire body, the low lights that swayed across Noah’s frame, his hot mouth on my neck, the risque setting, and the fact I hadn’t even kissed this man yet. I think that thought alone was what made me tip over the edge, as my walls clenched around his fingers while riding out my high on Noah’s hand, gripping the sleeve on his shoulder as a means to ground myself throughout it. 

He lifted his head up from my neck while slowly removing his hand from underneath my dress so he didn’t accidentally pull it up in the process. I peered up at him while softly panting, his hazy half-lidded eyes meeting my own as he licked his fingers clean of my release while giving me a smirk in the process. The sight turned me on all over again. He bent down to whisper in my ear,

“Next time, I’d like to fully hear you.” he stated

I smirked up at him in agreement, thinking of what noises he could draw out of me with the rest of his body. Deciding to leave Noah wanting more, I glanced around and realized now would be the best time to hang out with Ian, noticing less people were crowding around him than earlier as most were on the dance floor. I gave Noah a quick peck on the cheek before making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking back at him, I saw he stood still on the dancefloor, mouth agape with a slight smile and a baffled expression on his face. 

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| I can breathe through the night, even when it is hopeless

I returned to the group from earlier with Ian, Casey, Tessa, and a few others you weren’t fully acquainted with. The drinks from earlier were still flowing through my system, but my time with Noah sobered me up quite a bit.

“So.. about those birthday shots?” I reminded the group, determined to take at least one birthday shot with Ian. 

“Oh fuck yeah, I completely forgot.” Ian stated, getting up with Casey along with everyone else to make our way over to the bar. While getting up to join, a man I’d never seen before stood up with the group to join in on the shots, overhearing my question. Figuring if he was close enough to Ian to join in on the celebration, it was worth introducing myself to him,

“Hey! I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Y/N.” I told him politely, offering my hand for him to shake. 

“Oh I’m Nick, but most people call me Folio. It's great to meet you, I’ve heard a bit about you,” he slightly slurred out and instead of shaking my hand, he bowed down to kiss the top of it, making me giggle at the sight of his obviously inebriated state. I thought about his comment of him knowing about me, but decided not to press on it. 

The group finally made its way to the bar as Folio and I continued to talk, asking if he was enjoying the party. He told me about how he managed to smoke a joint in the bar bathroom and staff almost catching him.

“Dude.. I was so close to getting caught, some guy came in almost screaming why it smelt like weed, but I just stood on the toilet so he didn’t see my feet.”

“You know you could’ve just gone outside, right?” I laughed out my response.

“Well, what’s the fun in that? I know I’m not the only person who did something they shouldn't have done in the bar.” He looked at me playfully. 

Shit, did he see what I did with Noah? Does everyone know? Was I being louder despite my best efforts to stay quiet? Folio must’ve noticed the change in my expression as he leaned down to whisper to me,

“Dude don’t worry, Noah told me. I don’t think anybody else knows” he reassured me. Why the fuck did Noah tell him that? I assumed it was because of the drinks, maybe he becomes less filtered when intoxicated. Wait, how the hell does Folio know Noah?

“Oh! So you know Noah?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual even though he knew about me and Noah’s dance floor incident.

Folio laughed loudly, a couple people in the group looking over with puzzled looks.

“Know him? He’s basically like a brother to me. I’m the drummer in Bad Omens.” 

This made me realize I forgot to ask Noah about his band’s name earlier. I only knew of the one song he talked about, but not much else. We had spent most of our time together talking about non-work related topics. 

I decided to be a bit playful, telling Folio,

“Drummer huh? So that’s why your arms are like that.” I stated while softly grasping his bicep, resulting in a slight blush from him. Wow, I was really putting myself out there. I’m usually quite confident but this whole night was a bit out of my bounds. 

I made my way over to where Ian was talking to the bartender, Folio following behind. I offered to pay for the last shots of the night while closing out my tab. The bartender chuckled before saying

“Your tab has already been closed out.”

“What? I didn’t close it out. Do you have a receipt?” I thought there must have been a mixup. Maybe the bartender was thinking of another person’s tab? The bartender handed me the bar’s copy of the receipt, all the drinks I had ordered were on there. I looked back up at him puzzled.

“The guy you were sitting with earlier, Noah I think it was? He paid for yours and his before he left.” he clarified. Folio had an amused grin on his face while I glanced over the receipt again, seeing the total was over $75. I was completely taken aback, but chose to figure it out later. 

“Well in that case, just start a new tab I guess, I’ll order shots for everyone.” I turned around to ask the group,

“Is everyone fine with vodka?” to which I mostly got acceptances, except Folio who shuddered at the idea.

“Okay well what do you want princess, I’m willing to take a special request.” I jokingly mocked him while nudging his side. He went on with it, batting his eyelashes,

“I’ll take whiskey on the rocks pretty please” his voice going up an octave, making me laugh.

“Dude, we’re doing shots, remember?”

“So?” he sassily responded.

“Whatever,” I said with an airy laugh and turned my attention back to the bartender,

“Shots for everyone and a whiskey on ice for the princess,” the nickname resulting in an amused look from the bartender. 

As everyone was handed their shots, and Folio his whiskey, we gathered around Ian and on the count of three, downed the liquid. I wasn’t expecting Folio to join it, assuming he’d just sip on the whiskey, but he downed the whole thing with everyone else. Once swallowing, he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and shook his head like a wet dog to shake out the burn, exhaling a satisfied sigh which made everyone laugh at the sight. 

The party was coming to a close. People got into their groups to home with as I continued talking with Folio. Two men joined in and I was introduced to the both of them, one by the name of Matt. The other had a more foreign name I couldn’t even attempt to pronounce, so he told me to just call him Jolly. I found out Jolly was the guitarist of the Bad Omens, Matt was their tour manager, and that their bassist, Nick, wasn't able to make it that night. A decent amount of people were leaving, the guys getting up to head out while Tessa found her way back over to me, giving me a playful look. Oh, did I have a story to tell her. 

I said my goodbyes to the guys, wishing Ian a happy birthday one last time while saying bye to him and Casey. Tessa and I made our way out of the bar to wait for the uber to take you back to my apartment. The cool air felt good on my skin, not realizing how warm I was inside. Once the bar door shut behind the two of us, Tessa immediately began,

“So..” she said with an arched brow. “I saw you hanging out with that dude at the bar most of the night. How was that?” her tone dripping with curiosity.

“It was fine, his name is Noah by the way. He’s in a band, pretty cool dude.” I stated simply. I didn’t want to get into the details right then and there for anyone to possibly overhear. Before Tessa could question me any further, the uber arrived. As we got into the car, I decided to check my phone for any notifications I had possibly missed over the past few hours from being preoccupied with the party and Noah. Opening instagram, I noticed I had a message request. After clicking on it, I saw

MESSAGE REQUEST - BADOMENSOFFICIAL

I smiled to myself, knowing it was probably Noah. Suddenly, nerves started to eat away at me. What if he was upset for leaving him hanging earlier? What if he felt used? These thoughts were replaced when I remembered he paid for my tab after dancing with him. Maybe he was asking me to pay him back? I thought about leaving it until the next day, but curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. 

“Told you I insisted on paying for at least one drink ;)” 

My anxiety quickly subsided, replaced with butterflies I wasn't expecting, but welcomed them nonetheless. I typed out a reply,

“you really didn’t have to do that, could i please pay you back?” 

I didn’t expect him to respond quickly, knowing it had been a bit since his initial message was sent. I was hoping I could leave it until the morning. To my surprise, he responded a few minutes later,

“I have a few ideas on how you could repay me.”

The message sent a wave of heat down to my core, wanting to giggle at how he was more confident over messaging. The memories of his nervousness throughout the night replayed,, in my head then to when he eventually became confident enough in himself to guide his hand down toward my thighs, making me shiver at the memory of his touch. I decided to respond and not check my phone again until the next morning, finishing with,

“i’m willing to take you up on the offer. sorry we didn’t get the chance to say bye before you left, i hope you’re having a good rest of your night :)” 

While I felt confident throughout the whole night, typing out the message made me feel like a pile of bricks made their home in my stomach.

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[flowery-mess]

nerd noah definitely has a praise kink. he's so careful with you and asks before he does anything but he needs just a few praise before he becomes the polar opposite of himself and even when he seems confident and like he knows what he's doing ( he definitely knows what he's doing) you still praise him because deep down he's still nervous

You’re so right anon, 100%, hell yeah

18+ MDNI under the cut

I already mentioned that in the other ask about him being a freak in the sheets that he knows what he’s doing in bed, but he’s so shy that he needs your praise in the beginning to be more confident.

For example when he’s kissing your neck - it’s gentle and soft from the start, then he finds your sensitive spot and gives the kiss just a bit more pressure and you moan his name after that, so he knows you like that and now he kisses your neck with more passion.

Or when he’s fingering you, he’s slow at first, maybe not even pushing his whole fingers in yet, until he tries to go more deep and feels you squeeze around his fingers and arch your back a little, then he knows he can go faster and deeper, because he feels you pulse around his fingers so he knows you like it.

Or when he’s giving you oral, he gives you kisses on your thighs, gently runs his fingers through your folds and then leans down to use his mouth. He’s finding out what you like the most so he’s sucking on your clit, then he’s licking from your entrance to the bundle of nerves, then he does little circles around your clit with his tongue, when he feels you move your hips a little he lets you fuck his flattened tongue. You like everything he does, judging by the way you moan praises and his name, but then he pushes his tongue inside you to collect more of your juices and spreads it over your clit with his tongue, then gently sucks on it and then he repeats it a few more times. That’s when you reach to grab his hair and your legs start to shake, that’s when he gains another bit of confidence and repeats that until you come on his tongue.

And he definitely loves it when you moan his name, when you call him a good boy or when you say “just like that” or “don’t stop”

[dragoncopper]

Through the Storm

Some more visuals of the Through the Storm.

[kaliforniahigh]

You usually left Noah to his own devices when it came to recording, writing and producing. You knew he got very focused whenever he was in there with the boys.

But tonight, every single one of them has already left the studio, passing by the living room to bid you a quick goodbye before making their way out of the door. They all looked tired in their own ways, and you wondered how long it would take for your Noah to leave the studio.

You tried to busy yourself watching videos on your phone and scrolling through social media. But as the time passed, you realized it was close to 11PM and you haven't even had dinner yet. Your stomach was rumbling and your eyes were beginning to feel tired. So you made your way to the studio to check on your boyfriend.

Opening the door slowly, you saw him sitting on the chair in front of the computer. You could see the back of his head and his ever growing hair that you loved to grab on to and run your fingers through. He wasn't even moving, just blankly staring at the screen in front of him, and you knew it was time to try to get him out of here.

His broad shoulders were being hugged by his black t-shirt. You loved him in everything he worn, but a basic black t-shirt would always be your favorite.

You lingered by the door for another couple of seconds before you knocked, only loud enough for him to hear and turn around on his chair to finally land his eyes on you.

"Hi, baby", his voice was low and a little raspy, clearly tired after a whole day of singing and screaming into the microphone.

But what caught your attention were his drained eyes. You felt a little guilty for finding the sight before you completely adorable, but you couldn't help it. Besides, you knew he got extremely soft and touchy when he got tired, so that's why you made your way over to him, his arms already extending towards you to rest on your hips.

You got closer to him and ran your hands through his hair, he sighed in pleasure and encircled his arms around you in a hug, resting his head on your tummy. You could feel the ends of his hair prickling your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

"It's already 11PM, baby. You need to eat and go to bed", you told him in a small voice, almost a whisper. The room was quiet and despite the cold lightning, you felt a sense of comfort being here with him.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't realize it was this late", he murmured into your shirt, but didn't move his head at all.

"I'll get something ready for us to eat, and then I'll be back to get you once it's done, ok?" you asked him, but he made a sound of complaint and you felt his arms tighten around you.

"Want you to stay here. Haven't felt you all day", he nuzzled his head closer as if to get his point across and convince you to stay. He never had to convince you to stay, your favorite place would always be with him.

You moved around a bit in his embrace and settled yourself on his lap, straddling his hip. The position didn't feel sexual at all in this moment. You were both craving some sense of closeness - him more than you - and the feeling of each other's body heat, so you decided to give him what he wanted before you would have to inevitably get up and fix you both something to eat.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he started to move his hands up and down your back.

"How was the studio session today?", you asked him, wanting to know if the reason he was staying here so late was because he was struggling with something, or because it was going so right, he didn't want to stop.

"Started good, but then we hit a brick wall. The guys left to clear their heads and I stayed here to try and sort it out", he mumbled into your neck. You knew that he felt more responsible than the other guys, and you always tried to tell him that this is a team effort, but you knew your boyfriend would always work himself to the bone regardless. And that'd when you would gladly step in.

"How about you also get out of here to clear your head? You can wait for me on the couch while I get dinner done", he knew why you were so adamant on him eating something. Having watched him go to bed without eating one too many times. The thought of you worring about him so much filled his stomach with butterflies. He loved being cared by you.

He finally nodded, realizing he wouldn't get anything done this tired and hungry.

You got up from his lap and he stood up after you, taking your hand in his and leading him out the door. Making your way to the kitchen, you thought he would situate himself on the couch and rest for a bit, even doze off for a while. But he followed you to the kitchen and made a personal home behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

You smiled to yourself, knowing there was nowhere you'd rather be right now. From time to time you gave him a piece of whatever you were cooking - and he gave a hum of appreciation, telling you it was good - and from time to time he gave you a kiss on the neck.

Noah was forever grateful for your presence in his life, knowing that he needed you to bring him back down when his head got too far up in the clouds. He didn't know what he'd do without feeling the heat of your body and your delicate hands on his skin at the end of a rough day.

[foreverlittlesoshi]

i mean camaraderie

noah sebastian x reader

content warning: smut, rough / harsh sex, belly bulge, size kink, fingering, noah is pretty much just a pleasure dom honestly

word count: 1.6k

MINORS DNI 18+

The loud sound of the front door being slammed let Noah know immediately you were in a bad mood. Must’ve been pretty bad he thought to himself and let out a sigh as he could hear you screaming into a pillow since the apartment walls were thin. 

He made his way to your bedroom door, knocking lightly and waited for an answer. The sound of your mumbling made him nervous but he just wanted to check on you and made sure you weren’t gonna destroy your vocal cords from screaming so much.

“WHAT?!” “Woah, what’s wrong?” He asks, raising his hands in defense and you immediately feel bad. “I’m sorry, the date was just-ugh.” you explained and he just chuckled.

“Was it really that bad?” You couldn’t help but start ranting about how the dude was a complete narcissist misogynistic asshole even though you tried so hard to deal with it to get a quick fuck. You didn’t even hesitate to complain about how badly you needed it because it was ovulation week and it was killing you.

“Are you serious?” he scoffed, “You went out with a complete stranger when i was here the whole time?”

He wasn’t wrong. Everyone could just smell the sexual tension between you two, even past boyfriends or girlfriends and hell, even flings could. It would be a lie if you denied ever thinking about him in that way but you always pushed those feelings aside so it would never be awkward. Fuck, why did he have to be so attractive? 

“You’re so fuckin lucky that i need dick so badly or else i’d turn you away.” You tell him as you grabbed him and pulled him into your room, slamming the door shut. Hopefully Jolly will come home late tonight. A rough kiss makes you moan softly, his large tattooed hand holds your face, and he tilts your head slightly trying to kiss you deeper as his tongue enters your mouth. Pushing him down on the bed, knees buckling as you sat on his lap and could feel him getting hard. 

“Damn,” he breaks away from the kiss, “You weren’t lying.” Whining at him as you kiss him again, Noah then gently tugs at your hair causing you to pull away and let out a sigh of pleasure. “So fuckin needy for my cock, aren’t you?” 

“Don’t start talking like that.” Breathlessly telling him, grinding on him to feel some type of friction. “Awww, why not?” his taunting didn’t help, tugging again while his other hand trailed under your dress. “ Because I’ll cum way sooner than I plan to.” You informed him and tugged at his hair causing him to hiss as his eyes closed from the pleasure. As much as he knew this probably didn’t mean much to you besides a quick fuck, he couldn’t help but think of it much deeper. Was it because he always felt something more for you or was it because of how fuckin cute you looked in that short red & black velvet dress?

Removing each of your hands from each other, you reached behind to unzip the dress and let it fall around your hips. Your mind is blank as he pushes you onto your bed, removing your clothes and pulls you into another kiss, softer but still passionate. Feeling his hands and fingers roam your body makes you shudder as he pulls away. Noah settled himself between your legs, running a finger along your slit and rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit. Hips and knees are buckling from just the tiniest bit of stimulation, both of you groaning at the sensation of his finger sinking into you and just taking in the feeling of his finger, thicker and longer than your own and reaching places you couldn’t. 

“Fucking hell, Noah.” your voice sounded like you were on the verge of crying. If you were already this fucked out from his finger how were you gonna be due to his dick? He rested his other hand on your right thigh and squeezed, trying to help you back down to earth but with him entering another finger didn’t help and it just caused you to go more light headed as he pumped them.

“Hey, don’t go dumb just yet.” Shivering as his hand touched your cheek, eyes fluttering open and kissing him. 

“Please just fuck me. I can’t stand this anymore.” Begging him as he pulled away and he lifted himself up to tug off his shirt. You couldn’t help yourself as you caressed his chest, lightly dragging a finger to trace some tattoos and the sight of his bulge making you whine.

As he removed his boxer, you weren’t expecting him to be so big. I mean you had thought it was but actually seeing it made you anxious. It was actually pretty and didn't look like a mushroom wearing a skin hat.

“You plan on using lube?” He laughed at your question. “I’m serious. You’re the biggest I’ll probably ever take or have.” 

“C’mon, I’ll fit.” You just scoffed. 

“Let’s test it real quick then. Get up here.” He shrugged then positioned himself between your legs and lined his size against your stomach. Right at your navel was his tip, precum dripping right in your belly button and it made you whimper again.

“Noah, I don’t know about this.” “How about this, just the tip and it’s up to you when you can take more?” It shouldn’t be surprising that he was being thoughtful but it made your heart swell with how understanding he was. “Deal.”

He gave you a quick peck before letting his spit fall directly on your hole, shivering at the feeling of the warmth and feeling his tip run through your folds, his tip slightly pushing into you and already feeling the pain. Digging your nails right into his forearm and you could feel yourself break his skin but you didn’t mean to, it’s not like you expected him to be this fuckin big. He just rested there while you did your best to relax and get used to the feeling.

“You know what?” You groaned out. 

“What?” He was worried you changed your mind about the whole thing.

“I’m probably gonna regret this but just go balls deep.” “Are you sure?” Absolutely not but it’s just better to get this pain over with.

“Yes please.” 

Just the feeling of him pushing himself just a little bit more in made you feel so like you were genuinely being split in half so when his pelvis met your own, your head fell back against the pillow and felt so full. 

“Are you still with me?” “Mhm, just please fuck me now.” The feeling of pleasure taking control over you again. 

“Whatever you want princess.” Not even looking at him, you could hear the smirk in his voice and you almost snapped back at him until he pushed your knees near your head and it caused you to literally scream. 

The way he angles his hips makes you feel the merciless rhythm,  deciding today was a good day to try and completely obliterate your cervix. You could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, brain feeling so fuzzy and Noah clouded any thought you could form. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. The way you looked as you got fucked stupid made you look so beautiful. The way your hair was disheveled, face flushed, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure and the little whines of his name leaving your lips. His eyes trailed down your body, the little bump that would appear as he thrusted into you made him want to cum right then and there.

“Wanna feel something?” You nodded weakly. 

Feeling his hand guide yours to your belly and you could feel the bulge of his cock from inside of you.

“Noah.” is the only word you could whine and for some reason, that awoke something in him. He pulled out then flipped you over and slammed back into you, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising force and honestly thought you could feel him ever deeper than before. His moans sounded so guttural at first but as he got closer to finally cumming, he got so whiny and you couldn’t help but have a slight thought that he was so cute.

 “How can you still be so tight? Please tell me you’re close? I’m about to cum. Oh f-fuck,I’m gonna cum. Please cum first.” 

Hearing him whine made you clench around him tighter as you finally came, screaming and crying out his name.Noah then pulled out and flipped you onto your back again making you overstimulated as he leans down into the side of your neck,he slams into you one more time before his hips finally stutter and feel him paint your inside with his cum as he bites your neck harshly causing you to let out one final moan. 

Even with the cloudiness in your brain, you still felt Noah lift himself up, an audible pop could be heard as he slid his cock out of you and the stickiness of the mix of cum leaking out made you cringe just a bit.

“Don’t make that face.” His chest was heaving, “Honestly, it’s hot.”

You weakly chuckled at him,” You’re not wrong but i’m already sweaty as fuck so this just makes me feel gross. Also, you’re a fucking dumbass.”

“Hold up, I just gave you the best dick you could’ve ever imagined and you’re insulting me?”

“I am because I didn’t think you would actually cum in me. I told you during my ranting that I was ovulating!” You remind him as you lightly slapped him.

“You act like we can’t go get the morning after pill.” He tells you.

“I don’t think I can walk because of you. So get your ass moving.” Groaning as he stands up and pulls his boxers back on then gets dressed. “Fine but I expect some cuddles when I get back.” 

“Of course.” 

A/N - this took me over a day to finish because fuck walmart also if it's not clear, yeah jolly didn't come home.

by the way, i based the height of the reader on myself since i’m 4’10 but obviously this could go for any height since noah is 6’3

[sorrowsofsilence]

the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K • masterlist

warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)

summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.

note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint and twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work. Noah sat across from him on the couch, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

Ruffilo sat next to Noah, the two sharing a bag of chips and rambling about their prior super smash bros session.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Nicholas kicked his ass as Ganondorf.

“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”

Noah sent him a glare in response, before eyeing Folio.

Nick lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.

It’s been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between- this was the longest time to relax that they’ve had this whole tour.

Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Nicholas, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats.

Jolly now held the joint between his fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”

Nick agreed, scrolling on his phone and hooking up to the room’s speaker, “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”

Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent and stagnant within the small room; and the conversation jumped from topic to topic.

Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared at the can on the table.

Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.

“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”

His name echoed between each of the members, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl that drove them all mad, made them question his motives.

Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Nicholas, “You think they’ve hooked up?”

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly.

Noah shrugged, eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

“What,” Nick laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”

Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the everbuilding smoke; but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.

Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers.

Anything to distract himself from the tension.

To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you, obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.

You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their ever-growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold, not afraid to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire. If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your alluring, lascivious touch one night three months ago? The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.

“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.

Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.

“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”

Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”

Jolly didn’t even hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.

God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.

“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.

“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.

It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”

Noah and Jolly nodded along.

“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”

Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he needed to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”

Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”

Nicholas shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality- but Noah interjected.

“See? Point proved,” He said, passing the blunt to Jolly.

“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Nick shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s simply just existing.”

Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”

Nicholas raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.

“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her.”

The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Nick took the last puff of the blunt, before tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”

The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.

“I bet all that and more,” He said, head resting on his palm.

“How does one win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, “first to do anything sexual wins.”

Noah shook his head, “No because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”

“Winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.

Nicholas sat back on the couch, shrugging his shoulders at his suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly leaned forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Nick joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Nicholas followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.

“Bet.”

=

You were completely oblivious to the deal behind the door as you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the door to open. Their talking quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him, walking past and into the room. The immediate silence from the members as you headed to the counter made your chest tighten, nerves running to the ends of your fingertips.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around each of them quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.

Flashing them a small smile you hid your overthinking thoughts. Maybe they didn’t want you here.

With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.

“Sorry that we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”

Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Nicholas doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.

The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.

Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”

Nicholas coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.

“We were just having a deep conversation before, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt, “How did the rehearsal go?”

Standing there awkwardly for a moment you swung your legs, a way to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.

You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.

As soon as you walked across the room you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching every move you made. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.

Giving them all a curt smile you took another sip, staring at the carpeted ground.

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”

“Oh-” was all you could say, before allowing his hands to grab your hips, pulling you down onto him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.

Nick’s eye-roll and Noah’s snarl went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Nicholas’ clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

“Are you sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm to stand. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous, “I am more than sure.”

Matt picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace; but your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.

“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.

With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”

Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly���s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy.

Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing jealousy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”

“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.

Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”

You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. You crossed your legs in an attempt to squeeze your desire, but he knew. He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding.

As the boys began dragging on about Elden ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “You forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at your growing lust. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking another quick sip and tossing the can into the bin.

The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Nicholas asked you, biting his lip to distract himself from the envy that grew in his chest. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.”

Once you left all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.

Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”

Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.

Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

=

Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d be in this position with him again, but you didn’t mind.

“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything with him.

You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.

One more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck, “do you?”

Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”

His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation, you loved the effect you had on him.

Taking your hand you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.

Allowing yourself to kneel before him you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.

He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you, absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over himself in his underwear.

Looking up at the swede through your lashes he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile. Finally tugging down the fabric you ran your tongue along the length, swiping along the head before trailing back down.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips. You were titillating to him.

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, taking your hand to hold him, before wrapping your mouth around him. The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.

You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before taking him into your mouth again, sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it up to your mouth.

You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.

He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”

His encouraging words made your face warm, cock buried in your throat as you gagged along him.

“let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”

You pulled off of him, using your hand momentarily as you thought, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”

Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”

Using your hand you stroked him as you sucked, until Jolly spoke.

“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”

You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera.

Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting for closure.

A deep groan crawled from him as he held you along his cock, release hitting the back of your throat. Closing your eyes you swallowed all of him, sticking out your tongue

“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp.

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together. Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw as he kissed you once again.

“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am, and you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need sleep. Rain check?”

Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”

Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, glaring daggers towards him.

“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air, showing off.

“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.

“I’m missing something,” The blonde shook his head.

=

After hours of travelling, you were exhausted, the crew pulling up to the next hotel. Things were going smoothly until checking in at reception.

“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”

“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”

The one thing you respected about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share for a night, wouldn’t it?

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room, I don’t mind.”

“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.

You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”

Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.

So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your eyes.

Nicholas stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?

When his name fell off your lips he almost yelled, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot.

“Y-yeah, that’s fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked at you, unspoken words lingering in his gaze.

Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Nicholas, who trailed behind you.

You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.

Heading various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “What is with you guys lately?”

They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.

“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.

“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips as he peeled his eyes away.

Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.

He was this close to winning the bet.

Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Nicholas stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.

“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” Ruffilo began, but you gave him a shrug.

There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.

“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”

Nicholas only smiled, his nervous wading back as he placed his suitcase into the room.

“I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

=

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse. You were tired, but also nervous as Nicholas trailed behind you.

As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.

Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your change of clothes, sliding into the washroom to change.

It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.

Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless and in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt, I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you asked him to stay here. Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

“Nicky you don’t have to share with me-”

“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest.

“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”

You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”

Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.

“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.

The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.

“You’re mesmerizing, Y/N. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.

All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for any response.

“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.

Nicholas nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow.

The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Nicholas turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.

However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.

Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.

Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.

Nicholas’ body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.

His cock pressed into you, causing your heart to pound.

God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?

Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck?

You pushed back against him, rutting back and forth along him teasingly. The groan that left Nicholas’ chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe, toward your neck.

“Then take me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.

Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you.

Nicholas hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he still spooned you. Taking his inked fingers he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.

His touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate his erection.

“I woke up with your cock pressed against me, what do you expect?” You laughed as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just the tip inside.

You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he sunk further into you, right to the hilt.

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Nicholas taking over your body. His thrusts were quick as he held your hips, fucking you from behind as you two lay on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he continuously pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once Nicholas reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you almost screamed at his touch.

You sighed, fingers gripping the white sheets in desire as he thrust deeper.

“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.

With the scream of his name, you clenched around his body. Nicholas pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your ass, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there, chests heaving. Nicholas watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and heading into the bathroom to shower.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, as Nicholas sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

One he was just happy to even get a taste of your body, but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.

=

“Point for this guy.” As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Nicholas knew he had to gloat before you overhead.

“No fucking way,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a hand down his face.

Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one encounter to be even close to winning this bet.

Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”

“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.

You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Nicholas met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.

“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.

Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.

Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.

“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.

His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.

“Nick, where are we going?” You asked but moulded into his touch, allowing him to pull you freely.

He didn’t say anything as you two made it outside before pulling out a small bag. Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio tauntingly held it up.

“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow.

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums.”

Chewing on your cheek you smiled, “Alright Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips.

The two of you took the edibles and you savoured the taste of the berry flavour.

“And now what?” You asked.

Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”

=

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive, as Nick reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures. You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, “Me and Folio took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder, Nick covering his mouth in the background, “Sorry Matty, I can’t stop laughing.”

“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”

The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding Nick against you as you pressed your face against the tank.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it?” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.

You were too absorbed with Nick and the Fish to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Nicholas, Noah, and Jolly

Once you got to the otters, there was a chance to walk outside.

You and Nick followed the wooden pathway to the outside enclosure, taking a seat on a bench.

The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you felt yourself getting a little sleepy.

Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered.

Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”

Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.

Following Nick’s direction, he turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast that he almost felt scared. What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet? What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt. This was real for him.

You didn't pull away from him, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate and soft, leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

It felt wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Nicholas- but you couldn’t stop.

His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need. He reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your lips.

“Not in public,” you said, giggling as he almost pouted.

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours.

Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously. You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.

“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.

“Uh,” you began, but Nick tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.

“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.

You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Nick looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.

Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, turning to pin you against the frame.

Your laughter stopped as he loomed over you, your heart matching his pace as he kissed you again, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.

With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his hips holding you to the door.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his hair, running them through the gelled strands.

“You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Nick breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened. Three boys in the last two days? Where was all this coming from?

You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like a challenge for them to take you on.

And really? You didn’t mind at all.

Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours, before pulling back.

“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggesting smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.

Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.

All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Nick pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

Folio kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder. You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.

Nick ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”

He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.

His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing towards your desire. Nick pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.

You covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.

“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut and he ate you out feverishly.

You hadn’t noticed how Nick’s other hand held his erection free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.

You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth as you reached your orgasm, your hand pulling his hair.

Nick was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.

Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your arousal. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

Folio helped clean you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.

Melting into his chest you wrapped your arms around him.

“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.

=

Two days later the boys were sitting on the bus, almost bored. As much as they loved the days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.

Jolly and Nicholas were watching YouTube videos, as Folio sat upside down, chucking a rubber ball at the wall.

Noah’s ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.

“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring at Folio.

Nick stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- but Jolly spoke for him.

“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.”

Noah held up his middle finger, causing Jolly to chuckle.

“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as it is.”

Those words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again.

Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium, and shit, everyone but him.

The singer stood up, frustration evident on his face and as the ball bounced back toward Nick’s hand, Noah reached over, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Nick snapped, but no one else said anything as Noah left, slamming the bus door.

You sat with Matt outside, sharing memes as you heard the door, an angry Noah storming out.

Sharing a look with Matt you stood up, watching as the Brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced.

“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.

His eyes softened when they met yours, but he still held his own body.

He was frustrated, and for what? They all bet on this, and all agreed.

However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Standing in front of him you felt sad, he looked conflicted, and you didn’t know how to help.

“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. He melted into your touch, face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. It was true.

He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down he also wanted you to be the distraction.

You looked at the time on your phone as it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

=

There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.

The brunette purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.

Walking into the theatre Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering even as you sat down at the back of the theatre.

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you.

You and Noah sat in silence as the movie began, almost afraid to speak to each other.

The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching the way Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers rubbing along his sweatpants.

Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jump slightly from the contact.

Slowly his hands crept up and down your thigh, warmth radiating off of his skin- but you froze as the words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

Something about the way he said it made the hairs on your neck stand up, and he turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.

His eyes were dark, as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”

Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.

Unsure why you followed, you did, and facing him you placed a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes before reaching your Neck.

He lightly pulled you down to his face, mouth inches from yours. His breath was warm as he spoke.

“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”

Shivering at his words you let him take control. His behaviour and promise alone almost pushed you to the edge, and you didn’t doubt his promise for one second.

His lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.

He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body.

As he pushed his fingers deeper, thumb rutting in rhythmic circles, he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure.

Your body clenched around his fingers and in no time, you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core and toward your mouth.

He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers into your mouth, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.

The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, before pushing you onto your knees, between his legs.

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you between his thighs, the place he’s dreamed of many nights.

Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his cock, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.

You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.

“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock.”

Obeying him, you took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself how you knew best to Noah’s words.

It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his arousal as you devoured him.

“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”

Moaning at his words you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm. Knowing that the boys talked about you made your ears warm, and you were sure Noah would then be talking to them about this.

With one final thrust, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.

Noah smiled down at you with pride.

Standing up he spread his thighs, stoking himself as he made you turn around with a finger.

“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”

His hands guided your hips down onto his arousal, relishing in the feeling of how hard he was.

Noah’s groans were erotic as he pushed you up in down, letting you ride him.

He then held you up, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.

Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.

“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”

Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stoked himself to his climax.

You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.

The two of you stood in front of each other, breathing heavily as your eyes were fixated on each other.

There was no going back now, each of the boys had confessed their need, leaving you a withering mess.

Noah held the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs.

He was silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand.

Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside.

“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”

Looking over at Noah, he ran his fingers through the onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet Noah? Really?”

He nodded, and then the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.

“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment.

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed.

“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.

Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”

Part two

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[runningincircl3s]

bestfriend!noah series masterlist

NSFW 18+ MDNI!!! each chapter is and will be full of smut. there’s not much of a plot to this series, i’ve said before it’s more like a collection of chronological oneshots :) i’d also like to mention and thank every single writer who’s ever even posted a thought about bestfriend!noah as not a moment goes by where i don’t think about it <3

part one … part two …

[concretejunglefm]

combining request from @freakoutgirll for pretty boy fucktoy with @somebodyels3's request. a desperate ramblefap from our lovely content creator where he’s humping his pillow, breaking the fourth wall to beg your permission to come. (all that horny has turned his brain to mush.)

[PAUSE ] 03:22 ━━━━●───── 8:59

Pretty boy fucktoy [ramblefap] [msub] [begging] [overstimulation] [real orgasm] [whimpering] [self objectification] [self degradation] [improvised]

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Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“I need… I just-” pants fall between Noah’s lips, the wet sounds growing louder as his hand fists his cock faster. A soft whine rises from his throat. “…I need to fuck you, please, please, fuck…” what he craves, he doesn’t fully know.

When he pressed play to record this audio, he wasn’t entirely certain where it would lead, but now he’s begging to you—his audience—begging for something because the sensation of his hand isn’t enough. He yearns for more. More from himself and more from you.

In his mind, he recalls the several comments he read, all of which stirred him up to his current state—to acting like a submissive, especially yours. Yours stood out to him the most, the way you sounded so thrilled to hear him like this, to hear him begging, even though he hadn’t been this far gone the first time. Now, he felt completely torn apart, his back arching as he thrusted his hips into his hands with desperation. The combination of lube and his own precum coating his hand added to the intensity of the moment and the wet sounds echoing around the room.

“I wanna be your toy. Please, let me be your little, fucktoy. That’s all I’m good for, right? You said so. Let me prove to you that I’m worth it. I’m so fucking worth it.”

His voice rises, becoming higher, more desperate, and needy. His words almost jumble together as he struggles to contain himself, body thrumming with arousal, and as he’s edges himself, he’s simultaneously overstimulating himself. He pushes himself closer to the brink, but each time he’s about to topple over, he squeezes his tip with a loud, pained moan. His body trembles and jerks as he holds back the climax threatening to overtake him.

As the feeling gradually fades, he resumes, falling back into desperate pleas and begging, unabashedly yearning for you.

“Please let me fuck you. God, I need to feel you right around me. I need you.” The mere thought sends shivers down his spine as he envisions how wet you would feel around him, how your walls would squeeze him, and how utterly desperate he would be to satisfy your needs. Now, this is all about you—his pleasure linked to the idea of you.

“I need you so desperately.” He grunts into the microphone and shifts, the sound of sheets rustling as he reaches for the body pillow and pulls it beneath him, straddling it in a way that allows him to press his throbbing, leaking cock against it. The moment he does, he doesn’t waste any time grinding his hips down against it, feeling the fabric rubbing against his already sensitive shaft.

The sounds he makes become more animalistic as they rip from his throat with an urgent force. His breathing becomes heavy and panted into the microphone between his words. “I’m humping my pillow. It’s so messy... I’m just leaking everywhere. God, I’m making such a mess for you. This is what you do to me.”

He’s already contemplating the ‘after’ photo he’ll post to his page, especially for you to see. You had expressed your desire to witness the aftermath once before, so it’s only fair that he allows you to see it. Moreover, he can already sense the messiness he’s creating against the pillow, and he imagines it being covered in a combination of his cum and lube when he’s finished, a thought which consumes his mind, as he desperately seeks for your permission to cum.

Even though he technically can’t receive it, he can’t resist begging, wanting to be a good boy for you, his brain turning to mush over the thought of you. “Am I being a good boy for you? I want to be your good boy,” he whimpers, almost like a puppy seeking approval from its master. He can’t help it; he even tied a pretty ribbon around his throat to act like a collar because he hasn’t received one yet—you haven’t gifted him one yet.

His incessant rambling and desperate pleas continue as he senses his climax approaching, intensifying and accelerating compared to previously. There’s virtually no chance for him to slow down; instead, he rambles on for you, “Please, ma’am, let me cum. No, sorry, domina… domina… fuck, I need you to let me cum. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

At that moment, he feels the wave of pleasure wash over him, his body trembling as he lets out a cracked moan and clings tightly to the bed sheets. His body rocks aggressively against the pillow, using it to milk his cock, feeling it throb and twitch as the warmth of his cum begins to pool beneath him and on the pillow.

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[concretecultist]

Kingdom Come

summary: you ask Noah, your Dom best friend, for a big favor.

pairing: sub!fem!reader x dom!noah

word count: 7.4k

THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

warnings: 18+!! BDSM, restraints, slapping/impact play, light degradation, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, p in v, oral (f receiving), subspace

A/N: this was purely self indulgent. please reblog and comment if you enjoyed 🥰

~Berry🫐

Life was kicking your ass. Harder than normal and the weight of the world was getting harder the bear.

Your job sucked, your body ached all the time and the one guy who you thought was going to be it for you, ended up ghosting you. All of it was a slap in the face and it was even worse when your landlord calls you to let you know the water would be off for a couple weeks due to maintenance issues. You guess you could tolerate it since he’s reducing rent during the time that the water will be off.

So, once you find out this information, you’re calling your best friend to see if you can crash there for a while. He had no problem with it. He no longer had roommates and often found himself missing having someone around.

So when you arrived and got yourself situated after a steamy shower to wash the day off, you find yourself sitting beside Noah with a question burning a hole in your tongue.

“I know this idea is out there but,” you choke on the words and realize how ridiculous this sounds.

“What?,” he keeps clicking away at his controller as he played his game, not taking his eyes off the screen. When you don’t answer, he takes a peak over at you and can see you biting your lip so hard it looks like it’ll bleed.

“Stop doing that,” he paused his game and used his thumb to gently pull your lip down from between the grip of your teeth, “What’s going on. It’s just me, Y/N,”

You look to him, twiddling your thumbs and decide it’s all or nothing, if he says no you guys can just forget you ever said anything.

“I need to turn my brain off,” you blurt out.

“Okay?,” he shrugs as if there was nothing to it, “I can have Folio bring some weed by,”

“No, I-,” you throw your face in your hands, cheeks burning as you think about it, “You are in the…. the BDSM scene and I want you to help me turn my brain off,”

His mouth drops in an ‘o’ shape as it clicks what exactly you mean. His hesitation has you feeling so silly. You should have just showered, went home and rubbed one out.

“Sugar, I’m not exactly sure you know what you’re asking for,”

You were his little sugar cube. Too sweet to know exactly what his life entailed behind the scenes. You never really seemed interested in it before. But little did he know, you were just nervous to show it.

He could be mean at the request of his subs during sessions and you were requesting it now but you were his best friend and he didn’t want to cross that line unless you were 110% sure.

“N-no, no I do,”

He’s briefly talked about his sessions enough for it to cause a burning of desire in your gut. You’ve never been in the scene but with the way things are going lately, you just need to be taken care of, to be manhandled and you’d rather do that with someone you trust.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you mumble, humiliated now that you’d expect your hot, dom, best friend to do that for and to you, “I just made a fool of myself,”

The silence that he was giving after your initial ask was gnawing at your emotions, you just wanted to disappear right now.

“Sugar, it would be an honor but if we do this, there’s no going back because I’m going to want you forever,” his words spilled like the smoothest whiskey on the market. Sure, now this sounds like a typical cliche of friends to lovers but what’s wrong with that? Sometimes things like this are meant to become something more. Maybe that’s why long term relationship never worked for either of you… because you two were it for each other?

“Please,” your voice cracks with need. You had showered while he stayed on the couch playing a video game and yet your body is still tense.

“Follow me,” he stands tall before you, extending a hand in which you take easily. You could already feel some tension relieving from simply holding his hand.

He kept his pace slow, easy for you to keep up with as one of his steps equaled three of yours.

He had a spare bedroom that no one was allowed in, not even you and you guys had been friends for almost a decade now. So when he reached above the door to grab the key, you snatched your hand from his and took a giant step back.

“I can’t go in there,”

“Right, without my consent,” he peaked over his shoulder, “But you have that now and then some,”

You looked at him with wary eyes and he dropped his shoulders with a knowing sigh.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” his hands made their way onto your shoulders to deliver a comforting squeeze, “This is the way,”

One of his hands is gently cradling your cheek now and it’s so soothing that you can’t help but lean into it and he notices the way your eyes flutter.

He already knows you’re going to be so good for him tonight.

Noah leans his forehead down to yours and your lips are only a few centimeters a part.

“You trust me… don’t you, Sugar?,”

Immediately weak in the knees, noticing he’s already entering into his persona. You nod feverishly against him.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,”

A gentle peck on your lips has you leaning in for more when he pulls away.

“Take your hands off the wheel and let me drive,” is all he says before turning his back to you to unlock the door.

Time seemed to slow down when he pushed it open, a part of you wanted to close your eyes, still feeling nervous about seeing a space he deemed so private that he kept it locked up. Your hand is in his once more with him pulling you through the threshold as he flicks the light on.

Red fluorescent lights filling your vision.

It smells so good in here and you wonder how, considering what possibly goes down based simply off of what’s in here.

The bed frame looks like one luxurious bird cage, bolted to the floor and a sheer canopy draping over it. There’s bars hanging from the ceiling with cuffs hanging from them.

Open cupboards of different items like floggers, paddles then another filled with masks and gags, one full of toys. There’s a full fridge in here with a clear door and you can see different replenishing beverages and snacks.

This is his sex dungeon

“Something like that,” he spoke aloud.

Realizing your thoughts weren’t kept in your head you avert your gaze to the ground.

“I don’t use it much other than personal uses, any time I have a scene with someone I meet them at theirs. I’ve just been keeping this a secret until I found the one worthy to be in here,”

Your eyes widen as you raise your head to meet his.

“M-me?!,” poking yourself in the chest, “I… you mean me?!,”

His shoulders tremble in soft laughter, shaking his head at your disbelief.

“This entire time, I’ve just been wanting to bring you here but you never expressed any interest in the scene,” he played with your fingers in his grasp, something he always found comfort in doing.

“I didn’t know if you’d take me seriously. I’m not exactly… what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive,”

“You’re exactly what comes to mind,” he brings you to a plush crimson couch, covered in velvet material. When your ass meets the cushions, he’s reaching to a table beside you to light a candle, bringing it over with him as he lowers himself into his knees before you.

“I’m going to go over a few house rules while I get you relaxed okay?,”

You offer a simple nod and he smirks,

“Rule number one- I always need a verbal answer. I don’t want to leave anything to the imagination and possibly misread body language, got it?,”

Swallowing thickly you nod once more, “I understand,”

“Good girl,” his hands make their way onto your calves, kneading the tight muscles, causing an involuntary moan in which you try to subdue.

“Number two, don’t be shy,” he says plainly, “I know this is new but you know me and I’m here to keep you safe so don’t shy away from me. Be as vocal and as emotional as you need to be,”

“I understand,” you answer once more. Your eyes watch his hands, curious when he picks up the candle, the flame flickering in his eyes.

“Three. Trust that I will never hurt you outside of what you ask for,” he tips the candle and a quiet gasp leaves your lips, quickly turning into a moan when the wax drips onto your tired legs, Noah instantly setting the candle down and massaging it into your skin.

“Pheromone massage candles,” he answered your unasked question.

“Four. I usually go by King during these scenes but since this is new for you I don’t want you to feel detached from me so call me Noah until you feel comfortable, okay?,”

“Y-yes,” your eyes cross slightly while his thumbs work into the sore soles of your feet. This was helping so much and just from this simple interaction, your core is buzzing already.

“Five. If you need to stop or directions are not okay or unclear- speak up. I’m going to need you to pick a safeword for me,”

You squirm on the couch, becoming putty in his hands as they move from your feet to your calves and now your thighs.

“Kingdom,” you answer with ease, if he goes by King might as well make it coordinate right?

“Good one,” he plants a kiss by your knee, “Rule six, no negative self talk or thoughts. I may degrade you but I will always follow it up with praise. You are loved and cared about, you understand me?,”

“I understand,” you nod.

“Seven. Have fun and let go. We are here together so remember I will always catch you,”

With his last rule he spreads your thighs, squeezing them to get a reaction out of you.

“Do you have any rules for me?,” eyes dark yet caring in the red glow.

“Don’t hold back,” an embarrassing whimper escapes, “I know I’m a rookie but I can take it and I know you’ll take care of me just…,”

Your hands grab his, holding them tight so he knows how bad you need this.

“Just don’t hold back. I need it, I know I’m safe so I just need you to hurt me, I need you to help me turn my brain off and surrender myself to you,”

Your words from earlier echoed in Noah’s head and he thought they were a crock of shit.

I’m not exactly what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive

Bullshit. You were perfect.

He wipes his hands on a towel that he kept on the table with the candle, setting it and the candle back in their original spot when he was finished.

His hands are now sheltering your face because he can see your mind is still running a million miles a minute.

“What do you need from me right now?,”

You were embarrassed to say it.

“What were rules 2 and 7, Sugar?,” his voice pulled you from your own thoughts.

“To not be shy and to let go,”

He nodded in understanding, “So why are you breaking my rules and overthinking?,”

God, he was so good at this. The twinge of disappointment in his tone had your heart aching, you wanted to be good.

“Can.. c-can you smack me?,” your voice was barely a whisper and you knew he wouldn’t let that slide.

“Speak up, baby. Closed mouths don’t get fed,” his thumbs were rubbing such comforting circles on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but oblige.

“I need you to smack me,” it wasn’t a plea, it was a declaration.

Noah just reads your face. Studying your expression to see if there’s any doubt, any hesitation. He stands you up and then he leans in to kiss you with a sort of need that you’ve never been kissed with before. You two are breathing heavily in between and you can barely keep up. Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, just wanting him to consume you.

He pulls away but before you can protest, you feel the searing heat of his open palm meeting your cheek. A gasp of surprise comes from you and yet again you’re left with no time to react when he does it again.

“Fuck,” you mewl, “More,”

He answers your demand with a little more power behind this one, the pain feeling so good you almost fall to your knees but luckily, he held you upright.

“Turn it off,” he says through clenched teeth, smacking you once more. If you were naked you know for a fact you’d be dripping down your legs, “Turn it off, Sugar. I see you trying,”

Hand on your neck, he’s pushing you backward and each step is another slap until he pins you to the wall, you can feel your eyes burn as the tears of desire being to rise.

You need this so bad.

“I said. Turn,” a harder slap, “It. Off!!,” with one more smack, you’re practically howling at how exceptional it felt, eyes closed as you welcome the sting that lingered on your flesh, feeling the heat running down to your neck and up to your temples.

Your head feels like you’re in limbo and when you open your eyes, he can see the change in yours and you can see the change in his.

You’re both in your designated positions. He has his hands on the wheel now. Your brain was off and the part of you that needed to be taken care of has entered the chat, the stressed version was locked away in a dark cell of your mind and would stay there until it was time to let her out.

“There she goes,” his hand soothed your cheek and you were liquid in his hands

“Thank you,” doe eyes shining up at him, he feels so proud of himself.

“Oh baby, it’s my pleasure,” he cooed, “Can you be good and undress for me?,”

“Can you help?,” your body was feeling fuzzy, like you had a few shots and were floating now. You felt like if you tried to undress yourself you’d topple over.

“Of course,” he felt gratified to be asked.

One article of clothing at a time until you were bare in front of him, pinned against the crimson paint on the wall.

“How are we doing? You okay?,” a kiss planted to your neck, his large hands running up and down your body had you sighing in content.

“On cloud nine,” you answer dreamily. You were in a daze, this room felt like your own amusement park now.

A room you once weren’t allowed in because this is his sanctuary. How many others were close to being brought here? How many others did he put in a hypnotic state?

“Put her away,” his gruff voice echoed in your ears, “She doesn’t get to come back. Lock it away,”

He could tell through your body language that you were starting to overthink again.

“Do we need to stop?,”

“No,” rearing back to look him in his eyes so he can see how bad you truly need and want this, “No. It’s turned off,”

“That’s what I need to hear,”

He brings you back over to the couch you were on a few minutes ago but this time he’s sitting on the cushion and he’s positioning you over his lap.

“Think you can handle a few spanks?,”

“Uh huh!,” excitement coursing through your veins, body jolting when you feel his lips press against the supple flesh that he was soon about to tenderize.

But first, he had to feel you. He has to feel your wetness coat his fingers. So his fingers trace figures on the back of your thighs and you’re jutting your ass up to get him to touch you, he delivers a light smack as a warning.

“Patience,” is all he speaks. Slowly but surely, his middle finger swipes your clit and lightly presses into your entrance.

He pulls a long drawn out moan from you when he fully pushes his finger inside. A quiet growl emits from his chest and your toes are curling.

“Noah pleeeeaaase,” you grip his calves, eyes rolling at his slow movement of removing his finger and reinserting it.

“What do you need, Sugar?,” you could hear the smile in his tone. The way he was speaking to you and touching you just made the anxiety melt away.

“Wanna feel your fingers. Always wanted to feel your fingers,” you couldn’t help but be unapologetically honest. For years you’ve watched his hands and how he talks with them, how he uses them to hold multiple things at once, how he sucks on them when he gets ice cream or ranch on them.

But until now you’ve always buried your desires deep.

“Oh yeah?,” without a warning, he’s stretching you open and you’re bracing yourself against his thighs, spreading your legs as open as possible so you’re not falling off his lap.

“You feel so good, Sugar,” he affirms, “So wet for me, so fucking warm,”

His fingers were reaching so deep it was intoxicating, never having experienced anyone with fingers as long as his has you going cross eyed.

“Thank you, Noah!!!,” your walls pulsing around his middle and ring fingers while his free hand soothed your ass cheeks before taking a big strike against them, the sound of his palm meeting your flesh bouncing off the walls.

“You’re so welcome, baby,” he picks up the pace of his fingers and he can feel the way you’re trying to get friction on your clit.

“Nuh uh,” he spanks you once more, “Be good, take what I give you,”

“Please,” singing a beautiful tune, you just want to let go for him, you want to crumble in his lap, you want him to feel what he does to you.

“Please what?,” another strike on your ass and another curl of his fingers inside you.

“W-wanna cum for you,”

“Is that right?,” there’s that teasing tone again, it makes you feel small but it only tightens the coil in your core. He moves his fingers with expertise inside of you and you think you’re about to orgasm strictly off of penetration which is rare for you. You almost always need clitoral stimulation.

“Please. Please. Wanna be good for you, wanna let go for you,”

You two have only just begun and you’re already a mess. You can hear the squelching, you can hear your heart thumping in your ears, you’re trembling.

You’re a fucking mess in his grasp.

“I think we should make your first one easy enough to earn,” he observed, positioning his knee right under your pelvis, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his fingers stroked the deepest depths of you.

“C‘mon, Sugar. Give it to me. Let it out,”

Your nails are digging into his calf and you’re drooling, rocking back into him but he didn’t mind this time, he’s enjoys seeing how desperate you are to cum, not just for yourself but for him.

You want to offer all you can to him. All of your emotions, all of your whimpers and cries, your mind, body and spirit.

“I’m gonna… can I cum, Noah? Please”

He gives a hum of approval and he can feel it, he watched your body swell with a deep breath and watched it deflate as you let out the most beautiful, guttural moan he’s ever heard.

His fingers halt their movements inside of you and he makes sure to rub your back to bring you back down.

“You’re okay,” a soft murmur leaves his lips while he slowly removes his fingers from your soaked hole, sitting you up and repositioning you in his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Be good and open for me,”

You follow his directions and bask in the glory of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, making you taste yourself. You collect your flavor but before you can close your mouth and swallow it down, he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth to taste you.

Your eyes instantly roll in the back of your head, relishing the taste of his mouth sharing the taste of you.

“Need you,” you pull away, hands cupping his face as if he’s made of glass, “Always needed you,”

His gaze softens for a moment, letting you know that ‘regular’ Noah hears you, that it’s not just his persona hearing those words.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he purred, “You have me, Sugar. Just as I have you,”

With ease, he lifts you up and walks with you to the cupboards.

“Pick a toy, a gag and a restraint and come to the bed when you’ve made your decision,” a kiss is given to your temple and he walks away, leaving you to make your choices without any pressure. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and makes his way to the bed.

He has so many trinkets to choose from. He just stock piled all of this stuff until he found the one? He really is a stickler for this kind of thing.

After some careful self-deliberation, you grabbed your chosen items and made your way over to him. Noah sat patiently within the doorway of the cage-like bed.

“I chose these,” you offer them to him and he gave an intrigued ‘hmph’

A rose, a silicone bar gag and wrist-to-thigh cuffs.

“Good choices, baby” standing up and kissing your forehead, he moves out of the way so you can see the bed. Silk red sheets, chains hanging from the bars, and the sheer canopy keeping secrets in with just a glimpse of what was to come.

“Climb up,” he pats your ass and you do just that, at a leisure pace so he can get a good view of you from behind. When you sit flat, you see him entering and closing the door behind him.

This feels much more intimate than just any ole bedroom. The lighting, the enclosed space, all of it made you feel closer to Noah.

“Before we start, take a drink for me,”

“But I’m okay,”

“Did I ask that?,” he tilts his head, eyes squinting as if to tell you ‘watch it.’

“I’m sorry,”

He cracks open the bottle and holds it to your lips, giving you a knowing look as if to say ‘I told you so’ when you drink down half the bottle.

When you’re finish he sets it to the side and hovers over you until you’re laying back on your elbows, eyes not leaving his.

“How are we doing? You still okay?,”

“I’m perfect, Noah,” a tender smirk made its way into your face, “I know I’m safe,” you assure.

“Are you okay? I know this kind of thing takes time, just don’t want you to feel pressured,” you inquire.

“There you go overthinking,” he kisses your neck, “For you, it’s easy to turn on. You never took notice to how I always took control? No matter what we did?,”

He’s got a point. Any time you two went out grocery shopping because you were anxious and didn’t want to go alone, he hooked his arm with yours, took your list and did all the shopping. Any time you two went out to the movies, he’s picking your snacks and drinks and doing all the talking. A hand on the small of your back each time you two were out, always helping you zip up your dresses or fastening your necklaces.

It was subtle, but it was always there.

“I was made for you. I was made to take care of you,” he continues his trail of kisses, planting them wherever he pleases, “And you let me. Which means you were always mine,”

A relaxed sigh is released at his words. He’s right and you know it.

“So, knowing this. I’m more than okay and am filled with joy of knowing that I get to break you and put you back together again, over and over,”

Bucking your hips up wasn’t a good idea, considering he pinned them down and got your restraints ready.

“I need this. Noah, please I need you” a shameful cry bounces off the bars of the enclosure you found yourself in.

“I know,” he growled, fastening your hands into the cuffs and attaching the other bands to each thigh. With your hands tied to your thighs now, you wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“You need me to wreck you. To hurt you so that the stressors of your everyday light aren’t plaguing your brain for once,”

He squeezes your cheeks so your lips are parted and lifts your head up to move your hair out of the way so he can tighten the gag.

You looked so beautiful like this.

“I’m here to give you just that,” he grabs the rose, “I don’t care how many orgasms it takes. I’m going to reduce you to nothing and fill you back up with worth again. I will end you and resuscitate you over and over again until you’ve had enough. Is that understood?,”

“Yeth,” you slur around the gag.

“Good,” on his knees, between your legs, he turns the rose on and the low hum fills the space, he leans forward to spit on your nipples before placing the opening of the toy over your harden buds, your back swiftly arching off the bed with a moan around the silicone.

He’s at this for a while, just teasing your nipples, biting at your jawline, groaning in your ear until you’re leaking onto the silk sheets.

You’re begging around the gag but he just teasingly looks at you as if he can’t understand you. But he knows. He knows where you need him.

“It’s a lot, are you sure you can handle it on your clit?,” he smirks so devilishly it’s almost scary. But the twinge of fear makes you ache.

“Mmhmm mmhm!,” already drooling around the bar, you nod feverishly, just wanting to feel something, no, needing to feel something.

You get what you desire when he sits back up on his heels to spread your legs even wider to get a perfect view of your swollen clit, glistening as your arousal is painted all over your core.

When he finally attaches the toy to your clit, your toes are curling, your eyes are rolling and your back is arching.

Maybe you weren’t ready for this, maybe you should have gotten a wand or something.

“Relax,” he says simply, using his own legs to pin yours down.

“Breathe, Sugar. Just breathe. Look at me,” he sees the way your eyes are swimming with tears and it brings him satisfaction, especially when your chest is trembling from him keeping the buzzing toy on your sensitive bundle.

“It’s a lot, I know but I wouldn’t give you more than you could handle,”

He slowly inhaled with you, guiding you to calm you down but it was just too much, so much that you’re already cumming and groaning behind the gag which causes Noah to darkly chuckle.

But he keeps it there. He keeps the rose there and you’re convulsing under him when he sinks his fingers into your messy core.

“That was pathetic,” he looked into your eyes, “And you didn’t even ask,”

He got so much amusement out of your whimpers, how the hell were you supposed to ask with a gag in your mouth?! But maybe that’s the point? It’s a set up for him to milk you as a form of torture.

It was sadistic but, you were the masochist after all.

“You’re so creamy,” he said in a daze, absolutely obsessed with the way you’re painting his fingers, your walls pulsing around his appendages as if they’re trying to draw them in and keep them there.

“Noaaaaaaahh!!,” your cries muffled, your face so wet from the tears and the spit but Noah finds it beautiful, if he could, he’d paint how you looked right now and frame it, get it tattooed even.

“You can do it. You asked for this, remember?” His eyes rolled at the feeling of his fingers deep inside, drenched in your offering, his tattoos glistening, catching his eye in the ruby lighting. He just wanted to be bottomed out in you already.

You’re calling for him from around the gag, breasts shaking as you’re overcome with yet another blinding climax. Your nails dig into your thighs, just wanting to dig them into Noah’s instead and pull him toward you. You wanted him, you craved him.

“Sshhhh. You’re okay, Sugar. You’re doing so well for me,” he picked himself up off your legs and grabbed a rag to wipe the spit that dribbled down your chin, “I’m gonna turn you over, need you to give me one more before you have me. One more and we can take the cuffs and gag off okay?,”

Sitting you up, his hand supporting the back of your head as he checks over you, making sure you’re okay.

“Do you need anything? A break, water?,” he breaks character for a moment

With a verbal “Nuh uh” behind the bar, you let him position you like a Barbie, letting him move your legs, manually arching your back and propping a pillow under your head so you were comfy and could breathe.

You feel him leave open mouthed kisses on your ass, biting the pillowy skin just to hear you hum in delight.

“Can’t wait to give you what you want,” Noah positions himself under you so he can stare right up at your leaking heat, no matter the angle, it was a mesmerizing sight to see, “But first, I just need to taste you.”

He exasperated in desperation before using his hands to grab your ass, bringing you down and lifting his head to feast.

Your fists are clenching in your restraint and your moans are flowing from your chest like a river. His tongue worked your overstimulated clit, suckling and licking. He ate as if you were the finest delicacy, trying to savor but also consuming you with greed.

Your body just responded to him without a fight, you were his puppet and he pulled the strings but you happily danced for him, giving him what he wanted. Yet again you feel his fingers push into you, you’d never get enough of his fingers, he knew how to use them and he knew how to use you. You were a howling mess against the pillow when you feel your next orgasm approaching. How did he expect you to stay up like this? Your legs felt like jelly and you were falling a part.

“You can do it, baby. I feel it. You’re almost there,” he murmured against your pussy, “One more and you can have what you want but you gotta show me you want it,”

Oh God did you want it, and bad! Your head felt fuzzy, your body was playing tug of war, fighting between it being too much versus you wanting it.

You gave in. Pussy pulsing, chest burning from hyperventilating and muscles aching. Despite it all, you’re cumming for him again, giving into your deep craving to just be his doll.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he cheers, drinking you in. He pulls himself away to position you on your back, quickly working to remove your restraints and gag.

“Sit up for me, Sugar,”

Your head lulling to the side, both of you giggling about it. He has you drink some more water and cleans your face with the towel again.

“I’m ready,” it was a simple whisper, “Show me what I’ve been missing. Please, King,”

The title takes Noah by surprise. He thought it would take a few sessions to get you fully under his spell but, you truly were for him. You were ready to bow to him, to fulfill every quest he bestowed upon you.

It kind of pulled at his heart strings. Whenever he was out in the scene he only cared about showing the subs a good time, a time for him and them to release and never see each other again. But this, this was euphoria.

“Lie down for me,” he hums, taking off his lounge wear and boxers so he’s bare just like you are.

He was a beautiful man to begin with but to see him like this in all his glory? It had you feeling like royalty. Others got to see him, yes, but you… only you get to see him.

He makes sure you’re comfortable before he inches forward, the tip nudging your clit and he grabbed your hands when you flinched away at the contact, lacing his fingers between yours.

“Don’t run away from me,” his lips were so plump, glistening with his spit and you just know they still taste like you.

“Call it before I ruin you,” he gave you one more chance.

“Do it” it wasn’t a teasing phrase. You wanted it. You have yearned long enough and now your wish is his command. His pins your clasped hand to the bed and takes your free hand, guiding it to his cock.

“Take it,” he ordered.

He was a perfect mix of girth and length, a mouth water red tip that shines with precum, two prominent veins, yeah- he was going to destroy you.

You couldn’t help but stroke him, watching the way his mouth hung open and his eyes closed gently, this is the face of a King all right. Scooting closer to him, not wanting to leave any space, you slapped his tip against your own clit, the breath of both of you hitching in tandem. The noises that emitted from between the two of you, while you rubbing him against your entrance, were sinful.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting. Show me how bad you need me,” he growls, hiking both of your legs around his waist.

You guide him into you slowly, the eyes of both of you going wide, rejoicing in the way he fit in you like a missing puzzle piece, filling you up to make you whole.

“Fuck!,” choking on your own spit, the heels of your feet pulled him in so he could bottom out. You needed to catch your breath because you know once he gets started, you’ll lose it again. He drew in a shaky breath, bewitched by how good you feel.

“Give it to me,” you squeeze his hand, “Make me yours. I want to be yours. Ple- Oooooh fuck!!,”

His hips drew back and snapped into you, cutting you off as the pleasure drowns you. He kept the stacattoed pace, just taking in your expressions.

But then he saw the way you looked at him, it was a look of complete surrender, a look that says “I love you, I trust you”

It was a look to tell him to let go.

So, he used his free hand to take your thigh and press it back so your knee was almost touching your chest. This wasn’t Noah, the King was here and he was going to show you exactly why he was given that title.

You’re pinned beneath him from all angles and it’s overwhelming. His chain dangling in your face with each thrust, his voice smooth like suede as he talks you through it.

“Just like that, pretty girl. Take what I give you,”

Your moans slipped out like a hot knife to butter, he was fucking you through the mattress, bodies tangled and noises echoing through the room, he was making you melt.

“S-so fucking good!!,” the tears were spilling from your eyes and he just kissed them away without missing a beat.

“I know, Sugar,” he bows his head into your neck to leave a trail of bites, sinking his teeth into your dewy skin, your cries of surprise being music to his ears. You welcomed the pain of his biting, he had beautiful teeth and you always wondered what it would feel like for him to bite you. You don’t care if any marks are left. You’re his, he can leave marks for you to brandish all he wants.

“I’m so proud of you,” he grunted into your ear, “Coming to me all vulnerable, wanting me to take care of you and now you’re taking it like the good little slut you always wanted to be,”

“Please!,” your free hand tangles in his hair, your other makes crescent shaped dents in the back of his hand that held yours, “Please, fuck! Don’t stop!,”

Noah lifts his head to see the spaced out look in your eyes, half lidded and dick drunk. He never thought he’d see you like this.

“Please what? Use your words,” he pulls back from you to watch the look of despair on your face when he slows down.

Your words are caught in your throat, finding it hard to make a coherent sentence.

“Please, what, Sugar? Don’t make me ask again” He lets your leg go to grab the bar of the caged bed above your head, preparing to pick up his pace when you admit what you need.

“W-wanna cum around your cock,” it was a strong wail, one of pure carnal desire.

“You need it that bad?,” he teases.

“King, please. I need it so bad!!,”

The wind is knocked out of you as he sets his pace, rolling his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against every sensitive spot within you, causing you both to be vocal. A harmony unmatched. His whimpers fueling you to make it to the finish line. He wasn’t ashamed of the noises he made, especially because he saw how they impacted you.

He let go of your hand and smacked you just like he did earlier, eyes rolling once again as the heat only adds to the pleasure.

“More, please, please, please!!,”

“Such a dirty fucking slut. Getting off to her King slapping her around like a rag doll,” he smacked you again, earning another loud cry from you, he could feel just how much you love it, he can feel it when you clench around him each time his hand meets your cheek.

“Yes, yes,” your eyes never left his, not shying away.

“You like it when it hurts?,” another slap delivered, “You like it when it hurts knowing I’ll make it all better?,”

“Fuck!,” the tears just keep spilling but he knows they’re tears of release, of pleasure, they’re tears for him. Another offering to the King.

“I’m gonna make it all better, Sugar. Just keep being good and taking it, okay?,”

“Y-yes,”

He grabs your cheeks, squishing them together again so his tongue can slide in your mouth effortlessly. Teeth clashing, spit being swapped, the energy between you two was potent, a potion that you’d keep coming back for, drinking it down without being asked.

“I wanna cum for you,” biting his bottom lip, you pull back with a fucked out smirk on your face, “I wanna make a mess. I wanna show you that I’m worthy,”

“I already know that you are, baby,” his thumb tracing small circles onto your clit, his other releasing the bar and coming to wrap around your neck, “I know you’re my pretty little slut who will do anything to stay in my good graces,”

When his hand began to squeeze at your neck you were done for. Your moans came out in tremors, you were clutching onto him in anywhere you can. You groan at the loss of contact on your clit until his thumb is replaced with the same toy he wrecked you with earlier.

“You’re gonna take this toy from me. You’re going to be a good girl for your King and make yourself cum on my cock. You hear me?,” his voice was dangerously low now, letting you know there was no negotiation.

With a shaking hand you snake your hand between the two of you, grabbing the bulbous toy from him and holding it against yourself despite your body telling you to pull away.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he assures, a soft kiss placed on your lips, “Just focus on me. I’m right here,”

He was so close now. One hand on your throat and the other holding the back of your head, pressing your foreheads together.

“My King,” you gasp, chest heaving as you feel yourself ready to fall off the edge.

“I’m gonna catch you. I’m always going to catch you, baby,”

Your eyes stared deeply into his and you just sobbed, needing this more than anything and you just cried. Getting fucked within an inch of your life so good you’re crying was not something you expected to happen considering your past endeavors with men who only cared about getting their own rocks off.

“I know. I know,” he’s still driving his hips deep into you and you’re circling the toy lightly on your swollen, cum soaked bud, you were almost there.

“Give it to me, Sugar. Give me what you owe me,”

And that was all she wrote.

With one deep gasp to fill your lungs he delivers a strong thrust, your fingers trembling around the toy so hard you accidentally turned it up to the next level and you were done for.

You practically screamed as Noah siphoned your orgasm out of you. You were shuddering beneath him as he kept thrusting, still talking you through it.

“You’re okay. You did so good for me, I’m right here. Fuck!”

With one last searing kiss, Noah is stilling his movements, emptying himself inside of you, both of you practically giving each other mouth to mouth CPR as you try to catch your breath. His head has fallen in the crook of your neck and your eyes are fighting to stay open.

“You can come back down now. Come back to me,” he mutters.

You slowly regain all your senses back. Taking in your surroundings and what just happened. As everything hits you, your cries echo in the room.

“Hey,” Noah is quick to sit both of you up and set you in his lap, “What’s going on in that head of yours?,”

Swallowing your cries and wiping your eyes you search for him, eyes connecting, the same beautiful brown eyes you could point out in any crowd.

“Thank you,” is all you say, “I needed that. More than you know,”

He smiles in relief, worried that the scene had somehow upset you.

“We got to get you cleaned up. We’ve got some aftercare to do and some things to talk about,”

Once both of you were all bathed, Noah took the time to moisturize your skin, apply soothing lotion to your ass and even being gentle in doing your skincare routine for you.

Once he has you curled up in his bed, he went to go clean the other room and brought back some snacks and water with electrolyte packets.

He takes it upon himself to feed you all while affirming how good you were. That you’re loved and cared for, not wanting to leave any room for doubt to sneak in.

“You okay to talk?,” he questions.

You sit up against the headboard, worried about what this talk can pertain to.

“I see the cogs turning, relax,” he soothes, “If you want this like I want this we need to talk,”

“I want this,” you answer definitively. He can’t help but laugh at your excitement.

“I know it’s a little too late to say that I don’t want to rush into things but, I’d like to rewind a bit and start at square one,”

“And that is?,”

“A date,” he answers simply. Sure you’ve gone on friend dates all the time but this is different, this is serious, “I want to build it from the ground up. I know we’ve been friends for ages and have built trust but this is different and I want to build a stronger foundation because I want this to work,”

You take in his words, listening as he goes over his requests and needs for the relationship. You gave him your own list of demands and found yourselves giddy at the fact that yes, you two are a living cliche.

But who cares?

It was you and Noah against the world now.

Til Kingdom Come.

This idea was burning in my head for ages and I had to write it!!

Please be sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed, thank you for your support!! 🥹

~Berry 🫐

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crave - noah sebastian x f!reader

warnings: unprotected intercourse, first times, swearing

word count: 3.4k

notes: So last week during hot boy hours we talked about first times with Nicky and a dear anon requested a first time with Noah. I hope that I interpreted your ask correctly if not pls yell at me (gently) thank you bye <33

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Every time he hears his friends talk about the girls they’ve picked up, it makes him want to crawl out of his skin a little bit. 

With how swarmed he is, you’d think that he’s long ticked that point off the bucket list. 

But he’s just never found the right moment — or person. 

The few times he’s come close to being with someone like that, it always felt as if that was the only thing they wanted from him. And maybe that’s a little cynical or conceited. He’s a gentleman, though, so he’ll send them home with an orgasm and a promise of next time. 

A next time they both know will never come. 

And then he’s suddenly twenty-eight, and it feels like something he should have done ten years ago. 

With how busy the band is, Noah doesn’t feel as if he could do a serious relationship justice, and so intimacy moves to the very bottom of his list of priorities. 

It’s not until the band is between albums again that he allows himself to even forge connections outside the band again. 

He’s treating himself to a trip to the bookshop in an attempt to get out of the post tour rut he’s been in. No real aim or goal, just an attempt to get out of the house for a little bit and to – maybe – find something new to fill his brain with. 

And that’s where he meets you, browsing the science fiction section. For a bit, he lurks, watches if you’re with someone, before he builds up the courage to ask if you have a recommendation for him. It feels a little awkward to ask a total stranger how they feel about a book, but Noah’s determined to try. At least then, he can tell his therapist that he tried his best. 

Before he knows it, you’ve been talking for an hour, and he just doesn’t want it to stop. The conversation just keeps flowing from one thing to another, and Noah finds himself pulled in by your warmth. For once, he feels brave enough to ask if you’d like to exchange numbers – so that he can tell you if he liked the book as much as you did.  

His heart thumps a little when he sees that you’ve saved your name with that little sparkle emoji in his phone. 

A few days later, you show up at his place with a stack of books that you promised to lend him. He asks if you’d like to stay for a coffee, just because he doesn’t want to let you go again so soon. 

It’s entirely innocent. 

Noah genuinely just enjoys spending time with you. It feels good to have a friend who’s not involved with the band or music in general. He likes hearing about your work gossip, about the recipes you’ve tried recently, the puppy your friend recently picked up from a local shelter. 

It feels normal, grounded – and maybe that’s exactly what he needed. 

It becomes a regular thing after that. Jolly jokingly calls your meetings the saddest book club he’s ever seen. 

Noah doesn’t know when his heart starts beating a little bit faster when he sees you. It’s not in a nervous way, he’s just – happy. And he’s sure that your eyes linger on him a little bit longer, too. 

Noah really notices it for the first time when he’s over at your place for a night of movies and pizza that you prescribed him as a change from what he usually gets up. He suddenly doesn’t mind the lingering touches and looks. And he finds himself hoping that you’ll rest your head on his shoulder like you sometimes do. 

And when you do, he has to give himself a little pep talk before he manages to convince himself that draping his arm over your shoulder is okay. He relaxes a little when you sink further against him. 

Feeling so comfortable around another person is a little new. Noah’s not exactly used to letting his walls down around people he hasn’t known since the dawn of time. But it feels right to let you in. 

The touches slowly increase and Noah finds himself craving proximity to you more and more. He hasn’t known himself to be someone who sought out intimacy like that before, but now he can’t wait to see you and to get comfy with you somewhere. 

You meet for regular movie nights after a while. Sometimes you end up at his place, even though Noah seems to be a little bit more reserved around his friends. He’s still close, but not nearly as close as he’d be in the privacy of your home. 

You’re getting a bowl of popcorn ready, while Noah tells you about the show he’s picked for you to watch. 

“I can’t believe that you’ve never seen it.” Noah says, hopping up onto the counter next to you. 

“Just never got around to it.” You shrug, “It’s been on my watch list, though.”

You pop a piece of popcorn into your mouth. Noah lets out a protesting huff, as he crosses his arms like a petulant child. 

You roll your eyes in jest, before you hold a piece out to him. He leans in, allowing you to feed it to him. Inadvertently, your fingers brush against his lips, and you swear that you feel a little zap of electricity. 

Noah looks down at you with a softness that you’re still not used to. You’ve noticed it a few times already. You can’t quite tell with him if this is just how he looks at people he keeps close. 

It almost feels like the moment before a kiss. The tension is there, and you can feel yourself gravitating towards him. 

Noah opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something, but he quickly closes it again when one of his roommates enters the kitchen, loudly dropping a bag of groceries onto the counter. 

“You two got plans for today?” Jolly asks, as if he hasn't just walked in on you getting closer and closer. 

Noah snaps out of it quicker than you do. 

“Someone’s never seen Hill House, and we have to remedy that.” He explains, “We’ll see how many episodes we get through before it becomes too scary.”

You like this little back and forth you have with him. It’s familiar, comfortable. And most importantly, it makes you smile. 

Jolly pulls a face that makes you think that he was expecting a different answer from Noah. You try your best to ignore how warm it makes your face feel. 

There’s a tense moment of silence in the room, before Jolly makes his departure, muttering something about you keeping it PG as he wanders out of the room again. 

You later find out that a group of them is heading out to get dinner together, meaning that you and Noah will be the only ones in the house. 

Eventually, you find your way upstairs, settling against the headboard while Noah sets everything up. 

The scene is almost a little domestic.

Occasionally, you let yourself wonder what it’d be like if you were more than friends. But then you remember Noah saying that he doesn’t feel like he’s ready for a relationship at the moment and shove it to the very back of your mind again. This friendship isn’t worth the risk. You’d rather have this than nothing at all with him. 

Noah settles next to you, letting out a content sigh. 

“Ready?” 

When you nod, he presses start and leans back against the headboard. As soon as he’s settled, you drop your head to his shoulder. Over the course of the first episode, you relax further and further against him, until you’re eventually curled against his side. His arm is snaked around your back, hand resting at your waist, keeping you close to his side. Whenever the show gets a little bit too spooky for you, you use the opportunity to hide your face against his chest, and maybe you’re playing it up a little bit.

You let your eyes wander away from the screen. Truth be told, you haven’t given the show your full attention. The way his hand rests against your waist, the slow rise and fall of his chest – it’s all been too distracting. 

You look up at Noah, only to find him already looking at you. His lips quip up in a little smile, and it makes you feel all warm inside. You’re not sure who of you initiates it, but a moment later you feel his lips on yours, and it feels a little as if everything has been leading up to this moment. 

The show becomes background noise, as you get lost in the kiss you share. You soon find yourself straddling his lap. His hands are firm on your waist, digging into your flesh almost painfully. 

“Noah?” you ask, barely moving away from him. 

He looks at you then, eyes blown wide. 

“Are you – nervous?” 

The flush that creeps over his cheeks is almost endearing if it weren’t for the underlying insinuation that comes with it. 

“You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.” You bring your hand to the side of his face, hoping that it’ll soothe his nerves a little bit, “We’re not doing anything big.” 

He grumbles out a few quiet words that are swallowed up by the sound of the show still flickering over the TV behind you.

“You gotta speak up a little.” you say, inching a little closer to him. 

“It is big. You’re you and I haven’t you know ever, and don’t get me wrong, I want this with you – I just don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t want you to think less of me or –” 

You let him ramble on for a moment longer, before you interrupt him with a soft kiss. 

“It’s just me, Noah. I don’t mind it if you haven’t done this before. Doesn’t change a thing about — how I feel about you.”

“You really don’t mind?” 

“Why would I?” you ask, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “You didn’t care that I’ve never seen this show either. It’s just a thing you haven’t done, like skydiving.” 

“You make it sound so easy.”

The cynical little chuckle that weaves itself between his words makes your chest ache a little, and you wonder if people have given him a hard time about this before. 

“I promise you that it’s okay. It’s just a thing.”

For a moment, his eyes flit across your face, seemingly searching for something. 

“Would you – with me?” 

You’ve never seen him be this shy about anything before. Even when someone had mistakenly referred to you as a cute couple he hadn’t looked this hesitant. 

“Are you asking me if I’d sleep with you?” you can’t hide the smile that plays on your lips then. 

“I mean if you want that with me. I don’t know if this is where –” 

“Do you think I make out with all of my friends like this?” 

He mumbles something vague about not wanting to assume anything, but you quickly shut him up with another kiss. 

“You just tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?” he gives a quick nod is in response. 

You return your lips to his after that. Noah’s hands remain at your waist, and you can sense the hesitation in him. To make things easier for him, you guide his hands under the hem of your shirt. You copy the touch, hoping that it’ll show him that it’s okay for him to let his hands wanderer a little. 

He gasps so sweetly when you trail your lips along his jaw and towards his neck. His fingers dig into your skin, and you decide that now is the time to pull your shirt off. Noah uses the moment of separation to remove his own shirt. 

You let your hands wander across his skin, watching the muscles contract and twitch as you touch him. 

“Do you want to take your pants off for me?” you ask, trailing your fingers across his tummy and down towards the waist band of his sweats. 

His breath catches in his throat when you brush your hand fingers over the very obvious tent in the fabric. The little sound he makes when you touch him more intentionally almost makes you shiver. 

Being the first person who gets to see this, touch him like this, feels special. 

With a little bit of help, Noah shuffles out of his sweats. He does falter when he reaches for his boxers. You decide to shed your shorts too, leaving you in just your underwear. 

With some encouragement, he reveals all of him to you. You know how nerve wrecking this part can be. 

It all seems to be forgotten though when you wrap your hand around his cock. Noah's eyes immediately shoot down to where you’re touching him. 

“Does that feel okay?” you ask, watching him intently. 

Noah draws in a shaky breath, “Could you – a little more? Just a —” 

The words drift off into a shameless moan when you tighten your grip on him just a little bit. 

“That’s better, isn’t it?” you say softly, “I know this is a lot, but you’re doing so good for me.”

You bring your hand to his waist to steady yourself a little more. 

“Think you can do something for me?” 

He looks up at you with those pretty doe eyes then. 

You briefly remove your hand from his cock, much to his dismay, and guide one of his between your thighs. You feel the trembling of his hand against you. He’s still so awfully nervous. 

You’re sure that he’s done this before because after a few hesitant moments, you feel his fingers find a rhythm against your folds that makes your head spin. 

“You’re so — oh –” he sighs, as his fingers dip into you, “You’re soaked.” You let your head fall back as the tip of his middle finger sinks into you. He barely has a finger inside of you, and he’s already pulling the neediest sounds from you. 

“All for you.” you manage to choke out between sighs. 

He’s teasing with his touch, slowly working his finger into you and relishing in the sighs you let out before he even thinks about adding a second finger. 

You know that you should take more time with this part. It’d be less of a sting if you let him work you open just a bit more, but once you feel as if it’d be enough, impatience takes over. 

“Do you have condoms?” you ask, already expecting him to say no. 

When he does shake his head, he looks so very disheartened. 

“We know you’re clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since a bit before we met. If you trust me — and you’re comfortable with that, I’d be okay with going on without one.”

He thinks for a moment, forehead creasing as he mulls through his thoughts. 

“I don’t wanna stop.” He whispers eventually. 

You meet his smile with an equally warm one. 

“Good. Me neither.”

This time, Noah is the one who pulls you in for a kiss. His hand finds his way to the back of your head to keep you close to him. You feel him shift beneath you, seemingly getting a little impatient himself. 

You lift your waist upward, taking him into your hand once again. 

“Ready?” 

“As ready as I think I’ll ever be.” 

Your free hand returns to the side of his face, “I promise you that it’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.” 

You give him another moment, before you drag the head of his cock through your folds. Noah draws in a sharp breath. His focus shifts to where you hover above him. You sink down on him as slowly as you can manage. The stretch of him feels so good, and you have to remind yourself that this is more about him than it is about you.  

Noah’s all sighs and gasps by the time you’re settled against him. 

His head is resting against the back of the bed, as he draws in a deep breath. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you’re sure that he’s never looked more kissable before. 

“How are you feeling?” 

Noah slowly lifts his head, blinking a few times before he finally focuses on you. 

“I didn’t think that it’d feel this good.” He says hoarsely, “Give me a moment.”

Hearing how affected he already is brings a smile to your face, “There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.”

He takes another deep breath, letting the air out in a huff. 

“Thank you for being so patient with me.” Noah says after a while, now sounding a little less as if he’s about to fall apart. 

You lean in to kiss his cheek, “Of course.”

You shift against him, tearing a pleasured sigh from his lips. You repeat the motion, just to see how he’ll react. Noah’s hands practically fly to your waist. 

“Oh – fuck.” Noah buries his face in the side of your neck. 

His breath fans out against your skin as you set a slow rhythm against him. As much as you want to let him hide, you also want to see his expressions. You carefully tangle your fingers into his hair and pull him away from you again. Noah's head lulls back against the headboard, exposing the column of his neck to you. 

You keep up a slow back and forth against him. 

Noah’s lips are parted just so. They shine with spittle as he sighs and moans for you. The pitch of his sounds seems to increase with every pass you make. 

You sigh out his name, causing his hips to twitch upwards. 

“You feel so good.” you tell him, arching your back as the head of his cock hits a particularly good spot inside of you. 

The words you want to say trail off into an unashamed moan. 

You can’t quite place it, but it feels different with him. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you. There’s something so worshipful about the way he can’t tear his eyes away from yours.

With the way you’re tangled together you can barely move, but it’s enough to push you both closer to the edge. 

Noah lets out a whine, as his face twists up in pleasure. 

“Getting close?” you barely manage to choke out the question. 

Noah nods frantically, “So close. Fuck keep going like that –” 

His words tear off into a gasp as you feel him spilling inside of you. You follow a moment later. You ride out your high against him. It all feels so good. The tight coil in your belly slowly unravels and eventually, you drape yourself against him. Noah quickly wraps his arms around you. 

He lets out a content, but tired, sigh. 

You remain like this for a while, entirely unwilling to separate yourself from him. 

Noah whispers your name after some time. 

“Thank you.” he says quietly, “I – I almost didn’t think that this would happen.”

“In general or –?”

You sit up just enough to be able to look at him. “Both. I don’t know when it happened but – at some point this started to feel like more than friendship.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he says it, and you allow him to avert his gaze for a moment longer. You bring your hand back to his cheek to make him look at you. 

“Should be fairly obvious that this is a mutual thing, right?” you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral and steady. 

“That so?” he returns to that trademark boyish confidence of his then. 

“Listen –” you don’t have to finish your faux threat. 

Noah breaks into a smile then, leaning into your space to steal another kiss from you. 

A shower later, you’re tucked back into his bed. You’d made the mutual decision to postpone your movie night in favour of a much-needed conversation about where this all leaves you. In the end, it leaves you with Noah resting against your tummy while you watch a mindless re-run of some reality TV show.  

Your fingers mindlessly card through his hair, and an accidentally too rough tug makes him look up at you. He smiles so softly, before he presses a kiss to the bare skin of your tummy. 

“I’m so glad that I asked you about that book.” he whispers, once more resting his head against you. 

“So am I.” you return. 

Being here with him like this feels right. You’re not sure if you believe in fate, but maybe there is something to it after all because there is no way that this was not meant to be.

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halloween party (noah sebastian x reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, Ghostface and Halloween-themed

It is October 31st, meaning it is both Halloween and my room mate Noah’s birthday. Every year we celebrate it at the same time, along with me, the rest of the band and some other friends and crew-members.

I start to get ready, and I had decided I wanted to be an attractive vampire this year for Halloween. I wear a fancy white blouse with a black leather corset on top, with rose detailed designs on it, making it look chic like and perfect for the costume. Underneath that I wear a short leather skirt, black thin tights and long, warm black socks for over my matching leather boots, detailed with spikes and chains. My black hair is styled a bit messy and my make up is dark with red, matching with the blood colored lipstick on my lips, that I smug a bit on the edges. When I look at the reflection of the mirror, I look satisfied and am ready for the party.

When I leave my room to head downstairs, I hear Noah's door open and close, making me smile in excitement.

“Hey birthday guy—“

I want to greet him, but as soon as I see what he is dressed up this year, which is Ghostface, I am stuck in my tracks. My lips part as I slightly swallow, my eyes taking in Noah, feeling my cheeks slowly flush. No way he is dressed up as Ghostface, my all time favorite horror character, someone I secretly swoon about sometimes, since I might… have a thing for masks.

Noah clearly notices me eyeing him up and down, as he then amusingly asks, “Like what you see, y/n?” His voice is a bit muffled by the mask.

“Eh, yeah, you—you look very cool as Ghostface,” I stumble, swallowing once again, quickly tucking strands of hair behind my ear as I then move past him, downstairs down to the kitchen, making me suddenly very aware how short my skirt is again as I move.

He follows me down to the kitchen, feeling his stare burning behind me, feeling like it's completely taking me in, making me heat up even more.

“When will the others arrive again?” I then ask once we are in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of our fridge and taking some quick gulps. Our kitchen and living room is decorated and in the Halloween spirit, something I loved to do for Noah since I love both decorating and Halloween.

Noah stands next to me, and I notice a slight smile present on his face under the mask by the bright lights in the kitchen, looking around at my decorations as well. “You have outdid yourself this year once again,” he comments, before remembering my question. “They should be here in like 20 minutes.”

I smile up at him, appreciating his compliment. “Thank you, always try my best.”

I turn to put the bottle back into the fridge, and when I then turn back around to Noah again, his mask is off, revealing his messy hair that is slightly pulled back, and in combination with the gloves and robe he is wearing I almost choke in my own breath.

“Jesus Christ,” I then mumble underneath my breath as a I move myself to the couch before I can embarass myself even more.

Noah and I have been roommates for a year now, being kind enough to rent and share his space with me, and if I’m being honest I have found him attractive from the start. But since we became good friends and he is mostly away on the road with his band, I decided to let the possibility of something more blooming between us go.

Noah lets out a low chuckle as he notices me looking flustered as he sits down right beside me, clearly being very much aware of the effect he has on me. “You okay?” he asks, a slight smile on his face as he tilts his head at me.

“Yeah,” I mumble, as I then watch him for a moment, my eyes ranking down to his costume again. “I can imagine that being warm inside,” I then nod to his outfit, flushing once again, so I quickly flick my eyes down to my lap. Damn, I hate being so flustered so fucking easily—I shouldn’t and I know that it’s wrong, but he looks even ten times hotter with that damn costume on.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment. “You’re not wrong,” he shrugs, before he lets his eyes move down to my outfit as well.

“I can imagine yours is a bit heavy as well,” he then comments, his eyes raking over my corset.

“Oh, it's okay,” I shrug with a sheepish smile, looking down at my white blouse and corset on top. “There’s a chance that I’ll take the blouse from underneath the corset off later this evening though, since the house will be pretty crowded and stuff.”

Noah nods slowly at my statement, the image seeming to flash before his eyes for a moment. “Maybe I should take my robe off for the same reason,” he then jokingly comments, winking in my direction, before he gets up from the couch again, heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink.

Oh, you definitely should, I mentally think to myself, feeling heated by his wink, and then quickly shake the thought away in embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later, Noah’s friends and band members arrive, all wishing him a happy birthday and some of my friends join us later. Even though Noah insisted that he did not want some special moment with a cake and candles he had to blow out, we of course did exactly that, and even though he rolled his eyes and pretended to be grumpy with his arms crossed in front of his chest, I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he secretly enjoyed it.

Later that evening, I’m sitting on the couch talking with some friends, laughing and drinking, and I feel Noah stealing some glances from me sometimes, making me blush and I stare back whenever I have the confidence. Now he just smugly smiles a bit, leaning against the counter with his Ghostmask off again, gloves wrapped around his beer, and my mind already goes to the most unholiest things so quickly—how the cold of the leather gloves would feel around my throat for example—

I clear my throat and quickly shake the thoughts away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with my friends again, mentally slapping myself against the head. I'm the worst.

But then, I feel someone sitting next to me, and almost jump when it's Noah, looking at me with an amused expression and some glint in his eyes that I can’t quite unravel yet.

“Noah,” I smile, “hi.”

He lifts his beer at me in a greeting gesture before smirking and turning his full attention to me. “How are you enjoying the party, Little Vampire?” he asks, coming up with a nickname right there on the spot, making me both blush in amusement and flattery.

He then leans back into the couch with a slight grin, before taking a sip from his drink. “Nice to see you didn’t cover your neck tonight.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his little joking comment. “Well, could say the same about the people around me, right? Need something to feed from after all,” I joke back.

He amusingly laughs at my remark, for sure noticing the redness once again spreading across my cheeks by the way his eyes seem to gleam even more.

Noah then leans in a little, making me let out an uncontrollable nervous breath, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before he looks into my eyes again, a mischievous glint now in his own dark ones.

“But have you found someone to feed of off yet? You’ve been eyeing me all night I’ve noticed.”

My eyes widen a little as he says that, my heart racing up a little, and I sheepishly smile at him.

“Have I? Oh—“

I blink as I don't know how to get the words out of my throat for a moment, and then proceed to quickly shake my head as my blush keeps spreading on my face, answering his question. “I have not found someone yet to feed, no—“

A smirk plays on Noah's lips as he notices my reaction, deciding to take it one step further. “Well you know… since it’s my birthday, I can give you a gift…” he then whispers into my ear.

Goosebumps appear on my skin as heat spreads now almost everywhere in my body at this point, and I slightly gasp at the feeling of one of his leather gloves then sliding up on my thigh.

“Aren’t people supposed to give you a gift when its their birthday?” I then answer back, looking at him through my lashes, the feeling of him squeezing the flesh of my thigh as well already unraveling so much inside of me already.

He lets out a playful hum, letting his hand travel further up now to my hip. He leans even more forward, his dark brown eyes trained on my lips again first before looking back into my eyes.

Then to my surprise he brushes his lips past my ear, his breath grazing my skin, making me hold my own. “Well… my birthday wish from you is to give me what you want most.”

A shaky breath escapes from my with red, blood colored painted lips, and I slightly turn my head to his face so our noses slightly brush against each other, faces dangerously close, making me able to feel his soft breathing through his nose brushing against my face.

I decide its now or never, wanting to take this chance, wanting him.

“How about you help a helpless vampire out and be my victim for tonight?” I whisper back, smiling slightly.

A slight grin forms on Noah's face as he hears my request. Leaning back a little he locks eyes with me for a moment before standing up, holding out his hand. “Follow me.”

With both nerves and excitement I take his hand, letting him pull me along towards the staircase that leads up to our apartments bedrooms, my heart pounding in my chest as we walk up side by side.

My mind is already spinning with nerves, desire and excitement. As soon as we reach his bedroom, he closes it behind us once we are in, and when he places his Ghostface mask back on his face again my eyes slightly widen, and the arousal between my legs begins to spread. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

Then, Noah grabs me and pins me against his door, his hands resting behind me on each side of my body. He tilts my head at him, the mask making him look somewhat scary and yet mysterious—mysterious enough for me to become more flustered than ever. His eyes wander down to my lips, seeing the need to press them against mine but he clearly wants the game to continue first, just a little bit longer—by sliding his knee up between my legs, resting between my thighs.

I whimper as he does that, heart racing even more, and I need to hold onto his biceps for support because of the heat already being spread between my thighs, making me light headed with desire—and of course his biceps feel hard and trained, just like they normally already look like, and it makes me ache for him even more.

Noah smirks at the feeling of me holding onto him. “Already so needy and wanting for me,” he says into my ear, his hands sliding down my sides, feeling the lace of my corset underneath his fingers. He presses up against me with his knee to gain a little bit more friction against my core, making me let out another gasp.

“Noah,” I can’t help but gasp out his name, making me flush a little.

He leans his face against my neck, slowly taking off his mask again to let his lips hovering over my skin, his breath grazing the area gently, before pressing a small peck to the skin. “I can only imagine the sounds I can get out of you tonight.”

His teeth tug at my earlobe, before moving down towards my jawline, placing another kiss there. I groan, then wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him even more against me, making me able to feel his excitement growing, and it makes everything inside of me flush and heat up, and the desire for him grow. The thought that I’m the one that makes him feel this needy, makes me feel even more worked up.

Noah's hips push against mine, his head now buried in my neck, kissing the skin, even teasingly biting the skin at various places, not hard enough to cause any real harm, but enough to cause red marks that’ll stay for a while.

“Aren’t I the vampire here though?” I can’t help but teasingly grin at that.

Pulling his face out from my neck he looks into my eyes, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as I say that. “I think you’re forgetting that tonight is my birthday, not yours, little vampire, and I get to do what I want… and right now, all I want is you.” He leans in towards my face, his lips just inches away from mine—so close, yet so far.

“And this is only the beginning of your gift to me.”

My doe eyes widen as I look up to him, eager and desperate, and I still stubbornly lean to his neck despite his words, placing a few kisses before marking some bits of his skin. I feel him shiver underneath my touch, a low groan escaping his lips, making my heart beat even faster.

When I pull back with a smug smile, I say, “Vampires still need to be fed, birthday or not.”

He takes a small step back from me, his dark eyes raking over my body slowly, a smirk creeping on his face. “Take off the corset.”

The fast beating of my heart goes up to the pulse of my neck as he asks me that, a confirmation of where I hoped this night between us would go, and I quickly nod as I then take off the corset, leaving me in just my thin white blouse, revealing the outline of my chest, and a fire builds up in the pit of my stomach by the way he watches my every move.

Noah then takes a slow step towards me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me close towards him, hips rubbing against mine again. I start to breathe heavily, hands trembling as I feel nervous yet excited.

Lifting my chin, he presses kisses to my jawline again, nipping at the skin here and there as well and it makes me softly moan, the other hand slowly moving up to my chest, as it goes underneath the fabric of my blouse. I enjoy the feeling of his warm, large hand there, making a ragged breath escape from my lips.

His fingers graze across my collarbone, feeling my skin underneath, and the touch is so light, almost like a feather is touching me. His lips trace up from my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently again. Then, he takes a step back, my eyes locked with his, before he speaks.

“Get on the bed, now.”

I eagerly nod at him, walking towards his bed, sitting down at it and already taking and kicking off my own boots without him having to ask me to, since I’m getting desperate and needy for him by the minute—I’ve fantasized about a moment like this for embarrassingly too long, and now that it’s finally happening I want it now.

Noah then watches me lay down on his bed, eyes raking over my frame, taking in what was going to be his gift for tonight. He walks over to me before straddling my hips, taking his gloves off with his teeth before letting them fall onto the ground. The sight of him doing that makes my eyes nearly pop out, it being one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Leaning down, Noah places teasing kisses on my cheek, then jaw, and slowly moving down to my neck again, his hands working on unbuttoning my blouse. His lips kiss every little part of exposed skin down from my neck, to my collarbones and then down to my chest, making me whimper and shift my hips against the mattress in anticipation—and I already feel like I'm getting taken to cloud nine.

He lets his tongue run across my skin, tasting me as he unbuttons the last few buttons of my blouse, making me gasp. He pushes the fabric off my arms and down onto the floor, then pulling back, looking down and taking in the sight of my skin and exposed chest. He licks his lips as his hands glide up to my sides, caressing the soft skin.

“So, so gorgeous,” he whispers in the dark, almost more towards himself it seems, his eyes drifting back up to meet mine after.

It feels like I’m exploding with fuel and desire inside, being lit up with every touch and look of him, making my heart hammer inside of my chest from nerves but especially excitement. My hips start to grind against his a bit, making me able to press a little against his bulge, and I have to bite back a amused smile by that, as I feel myself drooling between my legs by the feeling at the same time.

A low groan escapes Noah's lips as he looks back down between the both of us, getting stimulated by my movements. His lips then find my jaw again, teeth scraping the skin before pulling back to look into my eyes. He gives me a dark, smug look before he stands up from the bed, his hands slowly taking off his robe and the long sleeved shirt he wears underneath, letting it slide down his body as it falls to the ground by his feet. “Tell me how much you want me, sweetheart, so I can give you everything and more.”

And Jesus fucking Christ—he’s a sight, a goddamn hot, tattooed and worked out sight as I let my eyes roam over his exposed chest, flushing madly by it

“I want you,” I whisper as my eyes go back to his own darkened ones again, “for so long. Even more… like this.”

His lips curve into a smile as he slowly steps back towards me again, moving his hands down to his pants, slowly unbuckling the belt while looking into my eyes that slightly widen in anticipation. “How long have you waited for this?”

“Too long to admit,” I mumble, my eyes going down to his belt. “It's embarrassing.”

Noah slides his pants down his legs along with his underwear, letting them fall to the floor as well before slowly climbing on the bed, hovering over me once again, making my heart rate rise madly. His hands slide down my body, down to my skirt, his fingers hooking into them as I continue to look at him.

“It’s okay, I have too. And I know how needy you are right now, sweetheart.” He kisses my jawline, hands slowly pulling my skirt down my body, leaving me in only my panties.

“You–really?” I stumble as I hear his words, and all the fire in me burns up again, making me need him so badly, and wanting him, craving him, more than ever before.

One of his hands caresses my thigh, feeling the soft skin underneath his lean fingers, before slowly gliding up to my covered center. He watches his hand as it moves slowly over my panties, his fingers grazing my core, applying a teasing but light pressure, making me squirm.

“Of course,” he says in response, a devilish grin on his face, eyes looking down at where his hand is touching, and God, it's another hot sight. His other hand goes to remove the rings he wears on his fingers, the chunky silver ones I've grown to love so much, and I get more needy for him by the minute, making my body tremble with eagerness.

I look down at our naked bodies, making me heavily flush again but also dampen with even more in anticipation. Once his rings have made their way onto the nightstand he leans down towards my ear again. His lips ghost over the skin of my neck, trailing down as he speaks, “Are you sure you’re ready to be mine?... To let me take you in every way possible? To make you completely mine?”

He nips at the flesh before pulling back a little to look into my eyes. I whimper desperately at his words, chest rising up and down heavily, my arms already wrapping around his neck.

“Yes,” I breathe out in response, my eyes then looking at his lips.

Noah's right hand cups my cheek, gently caressing the skin with his thumb, and then finally pressing a soft kiss to my lips—it’s slow, passionate, and full of desire. Soon, his tongue grazes my lower lip, teasingly asking for entrance which I instantly give him, before moving his other hand to my waist and starting to slide my panties down my legs, all while never breaking the kiss.

I moan deeply in our kiss, my legs already slowly opening for him in pure eagerness as he then throws my panties away once they are fully down. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling with mine as he groans against my mouth, the taste of him sweet and heavenly.

Noah's hands then slide across my thighs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he pulls it back for a second to look at me, before leaning down and kissing me once more, and God, it kills me and makes my anticipation and need for him grow even more and more. His right hand slides up my thigh, his fingers feeling the warmth of my center before rubbing against it gently.

My back arches slightly, eyes squeezing shut by the pleasure, and my jaw drops as sounds of pleasure begin to escape me. Noah can't seem to help but moan into my mouth in response, it makes him feel how badly I need him. He breaks the kiss and moves down to my jawline, then slowly down to my neck, leaving a few bruising bites behind, and I know they'll show tomorrow when I get up.

My panting and moaning get heavier and heavier with the more pleasure he gives me, his movements teasing at first, but then speeding up—leaving me a trembling mess. I can feel myself getting close, and Noah is being able to know by my desperate sounds and the way I move underneath him.

His lips pull away from my neck again, and he slowly slides down my body, placing kisses against my skin as he goes, his lips coming to rest at my chest. His left hand moves up my side towards my arm, pinning it down against the bed, before doing the same with the other arm. And now he has me underneath him, completely at his mercy, making my heart speeding up even more, with lips parted as I look at him with anticipation, as I'm about to get closer and closer to the edge.

Noah continues to work his fingers against my core, lips kissing all the way down my chest and then towards the inside of my thigh, leaving a faint trail of marks behind as he goes. His teeth graze the skin while his dark, lustful eyes never leave mine.

“Please,” I then breathe out as his mouth goes closer to my center, “I need you there—”

He listens to my pleas as a grin forms across his face. “Such a needy thing you are,” he chuckles softly against my sensitive skin. His eyes look back up to mine before looking at my aching core, making me shift even more in need.

“But, I will give you what you desire,” he then hums. His tongue flicks out, teasingly licking a slow, but broad trace, making me sharply inhale.

”Fuck,” I heavily pant out, making my back arch even more. I feel him smirk as my hips buck against his mouth as he hears the sounds of me falling apart beneath him. The hand that was holding my arm down moves up towards my head, gently lacing his fingers into my hair before pulling it, and he looks up again at me.

“Be good and take it,” he then commands with a low voice, it being enough to make me moan out loud again.

“I’ll take it,” I pant in response, “fuck, I’ll take it all—”

Noah hums against my core, slightly vibrating against me, driving me crazy. He then looks up at me through his lashes, watching my face contort and twitch in pleasure. His left hand then moves to the desk next to his bed again, taking one of the gloves off it and sliding it on again, making my eyes widen. Oh god—he has definitely noticed what those gloves did to me the whole evening.

I see him having to hold back a grin at my reaction, confirming that. “Look at you baby, already looking wrecked,” he teases, his eyes and lips leaving my enter to look up at me, his gloved hand now moving down to my core, slowly rubbing me, and I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of the leather against me.

“Oh God Noah,” I choke out, feeling myself getting even closer to the edge, and his lips curve into a mischievous grin.

“And now look at you, begging me already,” he taunts after a dark, amused chuckle follows. “I’ll give you what you want, darling, but only if you say my name. That’s the only way you’ll get what you need.”

“Noah,” I desperately choke out, my voice sounding needy, practically shaking as I say his name, and he chuckles softly at how vulnerable and exposed I am right now. “I’m so close, please—“

“That’s my pretty thing,” Noah hums, his lips going back to my aching center, continuing to devour me with his tongue, and I let out the most desperate sounds, and soon enough I grab and pull his hair, hitting my edge, hard and with trembling legs he needs to hold with both his hands.

The sounds I'm making are almost loud enough for the others, and the realization makes my climax feel even more pleasurable and hot to me. Noah pulls away from my center, looking at me, taking in my dazed expression.

“What a pretty thing you are, y/n,” he praises me as he crawls over and hovers over me again.

I blush yet roll my eyes at the same time, chuckling lightly. “Yeah yeah,” I playfully respond as I swat his chest, and he joins my laughter.

“Now roll over for me, and make me wish you an even better happy birthday.”