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veronicaphoenix · 6 months ago

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to hold you, to heal you | n.s.

Summary: Noah is exhausted. It feels as if he's failing at everything, including at being the boyfriend his girl deserves. She's there to reassure him that that couldn't be further from the truth.

Tags & trigger warnings: angst, implied poor mental health (self-doubt, anxiety, depression), mentions of sex, fluff, comfort, just pretend live 2024.

words: 1.9k | my works

to hold you, to heal you — noah sebastian x fem. reader

The house was shrouded in quietness, the calming fragance of incense lit half an hour ago still lingering in the air.

Noah had gone to bed an hour earlier; he was exhausted.

Silently, she made her way to the bedroom, careful not to disturb him.

He lay on his side of the bed as she entered, back turned to her, the covers barely draped over his bare torso.

The temperatures had risen in the past two weeks, making the house uncomfortably warm. They should've swapped the covers for summer sheets, but neither could muster the energy to change them just yet.

She tiptoed to her side of the bed and slipped under the covers, nestling herself right behind Noah, wrapping an arm around his stomach and pressing her chest to his back, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

It was often that they found each other like this: her spooning him. They loved to intertwine their legs beneath the sheets, and he loved to drag her hand to his chest, right where his heart beat. He wanted her to feel it, to feel how his heart’s rhythm transformed from a relentless dance to a gentle pulse at her touch.

She nuzzled the tip of her nose against the nape of his neck, delighting in the feel of his soft locks, growing longer by the day. His hand found hers and guided it to the spot where his heart resided. She focused on his heartbeat for a while, on his breathing. She let the warmth of his body transfer to hers, despite the heat already filling the room.

Cooconing him like that felt like a promise that would eventually break. When he was in her arms, she felt as though she could shield him from anything, everything. She could just keep him caged, safe and sound tucked against her body, much smaller than his yet capable of safeguarding him. She so desperately wanted to keep that promise…

Yet, she was aware that those we love eventually slip, one way or another, no matter how much we try to ease their fall.

Nobody is extempt from hurting.

And now Noah was hurting. Her promise hadn’t lasted.

She tightened her grip unconsciously when a wave of anger and sadness washed over her, her muscles pressing against Noah’s, her heart wanting —needing— to break through the skin and find Noah’s, merge with his, beat as one.

Love is always a constant battle of trying, trying, failing, trying, trying again, and sometimes, making it right.

Tonight, she would make it right. She would heal him one way or another; take some of his pain and store it in her own chest, in her veins, in her bones.

Blinking away the tears, she pulled back slightly, just enough to see his back. It was dark, but the moonlight filtering through the curtains revealed the faint lines of his tattoos. Unable to stop herself, she traced the designs with a gentle finger, following every curve and sharp edge.

Noah shivered beneath her touch, his muscles tensing.

In less than a minute, he turned onto his back, his hands seeking her. He grasped her and positioned her astride his lap, his hands resting on her hips while hers landed on his chest. He wore nothing but black boxers, and she was clad in his t-shirt and cotton panties.

Under the moonlight, she found his October eyes.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” Noah replied.

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” he answered, their voices mere whispers in the night. “Couldn’t sleep,” he explained, a hint of resignation in his voice.

It was soft now, not the rough, visceral one he used on stage for some of Bad Omens’s songs. This was the voice she loved the most, the deep raw timbre that was yet so delicate, both tender and masculine, holding harmony within a quiet power. Every time she heard her name uttered with that voice, that tone so soft yet demanding, she melted in his hands.

“The voices?” she guessed.

Noah nodded, letting out a heavy sight that he’d tried to contain, his gaze falling. She hated seeing him so conflicted, but there was only so much she could do. She didn’t know what else to do beside be by his side, engulfed in the dark of the after hours and surrounded by white noise.

With nothing more than a hmm, she brushed some hairs away from his face, and spent the next few minutes tracing her thumb along his forehead and then down his left eyebrow, trying to push some of his worries away. His eyes closed momentarily, and his own fingers began to move in a soothing rhythm where they touched the skin of her thighs. The weight of her on top of him always felt delightful, a comforting pressure.

But the sensation lasted only a few seconds. He grasped her wrist, holding her hand away from him.

“You deserve someone better than me.”

His words caught her off ward, making her frown and shift back a little, trying to discern his expression in the dark.

But he looked resolute, no ounce of doubt on his face as the words seemed to fill the space they were in, threatening to suffocate them.

“Noah—”

“You should be with someone that doesn’t spend most of the time away,” he began, “someone who isn’t locked in the studio whenever he’s home. Someone who doesn’t take time off to get his mind straight instead of choosing time off to be with his girl.”

She was tempted to snort. He was being silly. Yet, she knew it wasn’t the time to take his confessions lightly. He was suffering, and her job was to ease that pain, even if it meant going through the same conversation they’d had many times before.

“Is that what the voices told you?” she inquired softly.

She was met with silence, the room charging up with his unspoken words.

“Noah,” she said, her tone determined as she tried to capture his full attention. She freed herself from his grasp and leaned forward, resting her forearms on his chest and reaching the sides of his face with her hands. He hadn’t shaved in the last three days and a little stubble was growing. “I love watching you work,” she said. “It’s what makes you happy, and I’d never do anything to keep your happiness away. Same goes for your health. You need this. There’s no arguing about it.”

He didn’t seem convinced by her words, his hands falling to the sides of her body, resting apathetically on the mattress. He felt defeated.

“Noah, baby,” she insisted, calling his name softly and touching his chin with two fingers. Look at me. Listen to me. “You’re driven by passion, and that same passion is the one that led you to me, so please, don’t say that I don’t deserve you. I deserve no one but you.”

She waited for her words to sink in. There was a little crease between his eyebrows now. He was still doubtful, torturing himself needlessly.

“I want you happy and healthy, and taking time off isn’t something you should feel guilty for. I’m proud of you for it. And I’ll be happy if you decide to stay locked up in the house for a month. I’ll stay here with you because a healthy Noah is my favorite Noah.”

Under other circumstance, he would have made a joke about that, probably a dirty one about her favorite Noah. But that night, the truth was that he didn’t feel like laughing. As much as he loved her smile and her little laughs, there was a demon on his shoulder reminding him of all his failures and all his weaknessses.

She was so sweet to him, though. Always making an effort to knock off that demon and step on the devilish creature, turn it to dust with her fierceless light.

His hand instinctively rose to her cheek, his thumb moving in a slow, almost reverent motion that stirred her heart. She leaned into his touch, her own hands cradling his face and keeping him safe, enveloped in her embrace.

She missed him. She had missed him terribly over the last few months. The entire year, in fact. But she was stronger than her own demons. She watched from afar as her boy made his way up, as his band grew, as their artistry gained recognition beyond the walls of their homemade studio with each passing day. She watched Noah’s tireless dedication to reaching out to the world with his music, his stories, the worlds capable of creating on his own. She watched as he poured his heart and soul into it, and how time began to consume him, both day and night.

Until he could bear it no longer.

She touched her lips to his. She kissed him for a brief moment. Soft and slow, emphasizing her presence, her connection to his very soul. And he responded delightfully, breaking the contact just for a few seconds, keeping the kiss a ghost, his lips hovering over hers beyond touch.

Inhaling his fresh breath, she wanted him to kiss her again. She wanted to let herself drown in the kiss.

When he did kiss her, it was the most achingly slow kiss he had ever given her. It was a kiss that said, “I’m tired. I need slow. I need time to stop. Please, hold me.”

And she would hold him. Any time. Always.

As her body relaxed on top of his, he cupped her entire face in his hands, keeping their mouths locked together. She tasted divine, and he cursed every second he had to pause to take a breath before diving back in with a little sigh.

When she shifted on top of him and he felt her core hovering right where he should’ve had an erection, he felt instead another failing.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, withdrawing from her, his hands slipping away, turning his head so that his cheek pressed to the pillow. He exhaled with defeat.

“Sorry for what?” she asked, disconcerted.

“I’m not… I’m not in the mood for sex right now. I’m sorry.”

“Why do you have to be sorry for that?” she questioned, her confusion deepening. “I’m not here to demand that from you,” she added. Far from it. It pained her that he thought she needed that every time he kissed her. It pained her to see him punishing himself again for simply not feeling up to it, as if there was something wrong with it. “In fact, I just hoped I could just hold you all night.”

Noah looked back at her, somewhat taken aback. Not the reply he had expected.

He was definitely not his usual self.

“Would you let me?” she pleaded, blinking.

It took him a moment, but finally he relented, placing a hand behind her head to pull her down so that she rested against his chest. With each steady rise and fall, she smiled through watery eyes, hoping that tonight she could keep her promise: to hold him, to heal him, if only until the sun rose again.

She had just closed her eyes when his voice filled her ears again, soft, delicate, vulnerable.

“I’m so afraid, that the walls that I have made have locked me in. I’m not okay. But I can try my best to just pretend…”

He was singing to her.

If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health & well-being, you are not alone and there is always someone willing to listen and help. Reach out and keep fighting. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

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unlimitedlust · 4 months ago

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Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author's Note:

Heyy, I've had this idea in my head for a while now and it took me some time to finally write it so I hope y'all like it!!

I'm new to this fandom and this is my very first Noah Sebastian fanfiction, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimers: as any other content in this blog, this is a highly NSFW smutty story so if you're not into this kind of explicit content I advise you not to read it. Here you'll have a bit of plot and lots of porn, unprotected p in v (be safe out there), oral (f receiving), Noah being a giver, alcohol and lots of explicit descriptions.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

I wrote it to Sleep Token's "Chokehold", "Take Me Back To Eden" and "The Summoning", and also to Bad Omens' "The Death Of Piece Of Mind" and "What It Cost", so if you're into listening to something while reading, I recommend you these songs.

WC: 4.7K

Enjoy your time here and if you enjoy it, feel free to leave it a like and/or to reblog the story, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!

End of Author's Note

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You were Bad Omens’ photographer for the tour, the one responsible for taking all the pictures the fans would go feral online, especially Noah’s, and you couldn’t help but to keep giving them more material, because even though you’d never admit it, you’d also secretly had a deep crush on him.

The guys from the band and the crew would often joke about how Noah’s pictures were the best ones and how you privileged him over the rest of the band, but you always dismissed the subject by saying that it wasn’t your fault he had the better angle since he was the lead singer. It was true in some aspects, yes, but your skills for taking fantastic pictures no matter how challenging the circumstance was were undeniable, so in the end of the day, it wasn’t hard to reach the conclusion that Noah was your favorite.

You often caught yourself admiring the pictures you took of him, his perfect angelical features in contrast with his tattoo covered skin, the way his eyes would catch the lens like he was staring right into your soul through the camera separating you.

But that was all coming to an end tonight.

They’d just played their last concert of the tour and you’d all agreed to make a small (kind of) party to celebrate it at the boys’ place.

You felt bittersweet towards the event. You were happy to be partying with them and being able to enjoy the moment without the concern of taking the perfect pictures. But on the other hand, you were sad you wouldn’t be seeing the band daily anymore and you’d miss them because you’d gotten attached to them and to their jokes, and also (and obviously) because you wouldn’t be seeing Noah anymore.

Your flight home for the morning after the party was already booked and you’d already checked in to save you some time.

So you sighed when you walked inside the big house in front of you. You, like always, held your confident and unwavering poise before everyone, but deep down you were uneasy. Was this the last time you’d be seeing him? In how long? Or ever?

You couldn’t hear the sounds of your heels clicking on the wooden floor because at each step you got closer to the party where loud music was blasting and you soon found the small crowd of people in the main living room already having their own fun.

You felt an arm hooking on yours and suddenly Folio was pulling you through the people towards the rest of the band and you couldn’t help but to smile at the unexpected gesture.

Your heart raced and your cheeks burned as you got closer to Noah, who’d been watching you from the moment you arrived, but you played it cool like always as you got to them and Ruffilo immediately put a bottle of beer in your hand.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You didn’t know that, but he also had a strong crush on you and all of the band knew it. He always told them it was just a small crush and they should ignore it just as he did (or tried), because he wanted to keep it professional between you two.

But when you got to his sight and he saw you wearing that black leather crop top, with thin straps on your shoulders, just a zipper on the front imprisoning your breasts and highlighting your cleavage, along with a high-waisted skinny black skirt molding your curves and, mainly, your ass, bare toned legs on display and black boots on your feet, he was done.

You’d spent the last months practically living together in tour buses and stuff, but you always wore larger, baggy dark clothes that’d cover your body and blend you with the rest of the crew, so how well you looked caught not only Noah’s attention, but everyone else’s, the difference tonight was the fact that Noah just wouldn’t stop staring.

You felt confident, you knew you looked hot and secretly you’d chosen your clothes just for him, to impress him, to catch his attention. And your mission was successfully accomplished.

“Hey pretty” Noah reached his right arm out and pulled you to him in a side hug before kissing the top of your head.

“Hey handsome”

That exchange wasn’t new for you, it was like that every time you met, but this time, the way his lips lingered longer in your forehead as you inhaled his scent deeply got you very aware that something was different tonight. Was it because you were parting ways?

When he let you go he searched for the flustered expression you always had in your face when he did that, but sensed some apprehension instead, despite the grin forming on your lips.

Another thing you didn’t know is that Noah learned over time how to read you and he loved how cute you looked every time he got a shy smile out of your lips.

He loved how flustered you got when he gave the camera the looks he knew got you weak on your knees, because every time he did that, he saw how you unwittingly licked your lips as you checked out the pictures you’d just taken. And no, you didn’t have that same reaction over the pictures you took from the rest of the band, no matter how incredible they were.

“Gonna miss me now that the tour is over?” You teased him, taking a sip from your beer.

“Miss you? Why? We’re not going anywhere” Confusion splattered across Noah’s face as he had his full attention on you.

“You remember I live on the other side of the world right?”

His jaw visibly tensed when he finally processed the information you just brought him.

“Fuck…” Noah was frustrated “But you’re still coming for the barbecue tomorrow, right?”

“Uh… Nope… My flight leaves early in the morning actually…” You felt guilty as the words came from your lips, the intensity of his glare over you stealing your breath as Noah looked like he’d just been stabbed.

“No, you can’t do that… Are you saying this is our last night with you until God knows when?”

He took a big gulp of his own beer, his knuckles white due to the hard grip on the bottle and on the counter behind him, until he sighed in defeat.

“Come on, it’s not like we’re never seeing each other again” You nudged him trying to cheer him up “All you gotta do is hire me as your photographer again” You winked at him and took another swing of your beer, but you didn’t miss the way he watched your lips wrapping around the bottle.

“You say it like we’ve fired you, but you forget you won’t get rid of us, and especially me that easy”

“Like I’d want to get rid of you” You rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve waited a little longer to go home though, are you that tired of looking at my face?” He teased, the smirk on his lips making you weak on your knees.

“Tired of looking at a catch like that? Never”

“You think I’m a catch? Good to know” The way his eyes burned as he looked at you up and down again raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re insufferable”

“And you’re a terrible liar” He grabbed your hand “Now come on let’s have some fun”

The rest of the band along with other guests had gathered around the sofas in the middle of the room, all of them paying attention to Jolly, who was explaining the rules of the drinking game he’d just invented.

After a few drinks, beers and shots in, you along with anyone else got loose and the games that were tame at first got wilder as the night went on.

“Truth or dare, come on, never gets old and I’m dying for some revelations tonight” Folio spun an empty bottle in the center of the coffee table in front of them “bottom asks, top answers”

The bottle finally stopped spinning and you had the first round: Rufillo to Jolly.

Jolly chose dare and Rufillo made him drink 5 seconds of tequila.

Another spin. Folio to you.

“Come on honey, truth or dare?” He made the question with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Truth”

“Let’s heat things up a bit then: of the people in this room, who would you make out with?”

Your cheeks burned red with his question as all eyes were on you and the room went silent waiting for your answer. Yet you weren’t shy, the alcohol in your system had you bold at that point.

“Noah”

“Yet you always deny he’s your favorite” Folio pretended to be offended.

You winked at Noah, who was sitting by your side, eyes narrowed in you as he raked them over you, visibly satisfied by your answer.

A few more rounds went by until the bottle landed on Noah.

“Truth or dare, buddy?” Folio had evil intentions in his eyes again and of course Noah wasn’t going to be spared.

“Dare”

“I dare you to take a body shot on the person you find the hottest in this room”

Noah left his place by your side as the boys brought him salt, a piece of lime and a shot of tequila. When he got up you felt your heart sinking in your chest with the realization he might choose another girl, but when he knelt in front of you, you lost your breath.

Noah rested his tattooed hands on your knees, uncrossed your legs and pulled you towards him, to the edge of the couch, the way he manhandled you catching you off guard as he was now between your legs and your skirt rose higher, getting dangerously shorter.

Heat pooled in your panties as you watched him lean you backwards and prepare you for the body shot. He placed the small glass of tequila in your cleavage, poured salt on your neck and the piece of lime between your lips.

“May I?” He splayed his hands on your thighs as the smug on his lips grew wider.

Since your lips were occupied by the piece of lime, you only nodded, watching him lick his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck.

Noah took his time on licking the salt off your neck, swirling his tongue and kissing your skin in the process, then made his way down to your chest where his nose brushed against the valley of your breasts as he wrapped his lips around the shot glass to down it, and for last came up for the lime on your lips, his own ghosting over yours as he took it with his teeth, eyes locked on yours as he teased you in front of everyone, fingers sinking on your thighs as he seemed to be holding himself back.

Rufillo cleared his throat loudly and Noah quickly stood on his feet.

“Fuck I’m dizzy” Was all you could muster as you got up as well all flustered, pulling your skirt down as you headed for the kitchen for some water.

You were so aroused you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your core ached between your legs as you pressed them together hoping for some friction. You chugged down a glass of cold water in a vain attempt to ease your nerves, but it wasn’t water you were thirsty for.

The feel of his tongue and lips on your neck still lingered, tingling, and you wondered what he would do to you if you weren’t surrounded by people.

“Thirsty?” Noah materialized behind you, practically caging you, but also keeping some distance.

His eyes were darker than usual, burning holes in yours as he waited for your answer, and you both knew very well that “water” wasn’t the subject, and since this was your last night with them, with him, you weren’t running away anymore.

“Been the whole tour” You fired back at him and he took a step closer.

“Same on my part” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, his fingers entangling with the hair on your nape while his thumb traced your lips “It’s a shame we waited this long… If you only knew all the ways I’ve had you in my mind…”

His husky voice sent your shivers straight to your pussy at his confession, and you wanted nothing but to have at least a sneak peak of what he’d had in his head. If only he could know what’s been to yours as well.

“Well now I can’t seem to understand why are you taking so long to show me?”

“Is there someone in a hurry?”

“Since I have a flight in the morning…” His hand slid down to your neck, choking you.

“And who says you’re getting into that plane tomorrow?” You couldn’t help but to moan when he tightened his hand around your neck just enough to make you melt into his grip “Let’s get out of here”

He let go of your neck and grabbed your hand, guiding you upstairs towards his bedroom. You stood in the middle of his room waiting for his next step as he locked the door behind him, the predatory gaze sending shivers down your spine as he checked you out once again.

“You are so fucking beautiful”

You couldn’t help but to blush at his confession as he stood in front of you, both hands cupping your face, admiring your delicate features.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you” He licked his lips, his eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes.

“Fucking kiss me, Noah”

“Thought you’d never ask”

He crashed his lips against yours and you felt your body going limp in his arms as he deepened the kiss. You let your fingers trail their way through his dark soft hair as his tongue explored yours, devouring you. He kissed you passionately and his hands roamed free over your body, you nibbled his lower lip and he pulled your hips closer, making sure you’d feel how hard he already was, pressing against your belly.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t” He gasped, his restraint holding on by a thread.

“Who says I want you to stop?” Your hands slid down his chest to the hem of his shirt “I want your everything” You pulled his shirt upwards and he took the cue to help you take it off.

Your fingertips traced the tattoos on his body in admiration, every inch of him pure perfection in your eyes.

He kissed you again and guided you backwards to his bed, making your body collapse on it just as you felt your calves hitting its edge. Noah hovered over you, the thin chain around his neck dangling over you, almost touching your face as his hand ran up the side of your body from your outer thigh.

When he reached your ribcage, his fingers changed their path to the middle of your chest, to the zipper of your crop top, and you held your breath as he opened it slowly, eyes trained on you as the leather piece slowly slid off your breasts revealing them to him, nipples hard and sensitive on his full disposal.

“Fucking amazing”

Your lips met once more as he splayed one of his hands on one of your boobs, fondling it and pitching your nipple between his tattooed fingers. His body stood between your legs and you whimpered when he rubbed his clothed manhood against your aching center, covered only by helplessly damp lace panties.

His lips trailed kisses down your jaw towards your neck, where he now, very aware of your sensitivity in that area, covered your skin in with kisses and angry love-bites, clearly intending on marking you as his.

Your manicured nails ran up his back as his lips now peppered kisses down your clavicles to your chest, his mouth immediately latching on one of your breasts, suckling and nibbling your nipple, to then soothe the small sting with the softness of his tongue before switching his attention to the other.

You arched your back, legs spreading wider apart as you surrender yourself completely to his mercy, small cries of pleasure escaping your lips as you watched him, mouth and hands full of your boobs, the ache between your legs almost unbearable as you desperately needed him there, filling you.

“Noah please…” You pleaded as your legs tried to pull his hips to grind against you with no avail.

His voice was raw, deep and filled with lust: “Please what?”

He teased, lips now traveling lower on your body, stopping only to give him enough room to take both your skirt and panties at once, throwing it randomly in his room.

“I need you to tell me what you want babe” He nibbled the skin right below your navel, and the realization of how close he was to your intimacy sent stronger shivers over your body as he kissed your inner thighs “Fuck you’re dripping”

“I need you inside me, please” You whined as his lips got closer to your hot center, his eyes admiring how glistening wet you already were for him before he blew his breath on you, making you quiver at the sensitivity.

“I will princess, but I need to taste you first”

Noah spread your legs wider apart and his tongue ran flat over your pussy, collecting and tasting all the arousal he could get, moaning against you as he finally got to taste you. His skilled tongue on your clit got you seeing stars in seconds as he worked on building your orgasm, and you prayed the music downstairs was loud enough to keep the rest of the party from hearing you, because you just couldn’t hold yourself back.

“You taste so fucking good”

Noah ate you like a starved man, feasting on you, taking pleasure in watching the sexed expressions on your face and how you helplessly writhed below him. He added a finger inside you as he kept working on you with his mouth, his long finger immediately finding the magic spongy spot inside you that made your legs shake around his neck as the pleasure knot forming on your lower belly threatened to explode violently at any second.

You tried to hold it back for as long as you could, but when he combined the work on your clit with his tongue along with a precise flick of his wrist, he forced the orgasm out of you in strong white hot waves of ecstasy, making you lose your senses for a few seconds as he rode your high.

Yet Noah didn’t stop.

Still eating you, he held you firmly and flipped you both on the bed, making you sit on his face. Your faltering legs threatened your balance, but his firm grip kept you up straight.

You looked below you and the scene alone almost made you cum again. The pussy-drunk look on his face, the disheveled hair, the way half of his face was covered in your slick, dark eyes glossy as he looked up meeting yours as he kept lapping, sucking, overstimulating you on purpose.

“Oh my fuck N-Noah…”

“Fuck my face babe”

He growled against you, fingers sinking on your ass cheeks as you, still shaky, followed his command and started to roll your hips back and forth, allowing you to control the pace, the pressure, and to use his face on your own will.

You felt your climax blossoming inside you again as he kept devouring you, drinking in every drop he could take from you, his nose rubbing against your clit while he fucked you with his tongue.

“Oh fuck… Noah…” Your orgasm bubbled up inside you again, but you were not ready for it yet, you were sure you’d collapse on top of him if he gave you another one in such a short time.

As if reading your thoughts Noah stopped, keeping you from falling apart so soon, but on the other hand edging you as you were so close to jumping off that cliff again.

You got off of his face and moved down his body to remove his pants and underwear, hurried, dying to feel him. He propped himself on his elbows and watched you undress him with shaky hands, the fucked out expression on your face making him want more of you.

Your jaw dropped when his cock sprung free, rock hard against his belly, head glistening with precum, the size and thickness doing justice to his height, and your throat went dry to the thinking of how he would feel inside you, stretching you.

“It’s all yours” He grinned, watching you admire him.

You straddled and pulled him up to kiss you and your taste still lingered on his tongue. His arms wrapped around your back and waist bringing you closer, and you took the cue to rock yourself against his shaft, coating it with your arousal, mixing it with his precum, the friction making him groan against your lips.

You pulled his hair, tilting his head back exposing his neck, and attacked it with your lips and tongue, all while you now teased the head of his cock with your opening, pretending you’d finally let him in, threatening to finally join your bodies, but skipping it every time, his digits digging on your flesh with his impatiency.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it now?” He peppered kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“You tell me… You want it that bad?” You whispered in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

That’s until he took control over you again and held your hips in place, lining himself with your entrance, all while he pulled you by your hair with his free hand, pulling you away from his neck, making you look at him, eyes so dark with lust and oozing such a primal desire you felt like prey.

“I do”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now eyes on me”

He instructed and you immediately obeyed. With one of his hands still on the back of your head and the other on your hip, the tip of his cock met your pussy and Noah pressed you down on him, merging your bodies slowly. His name came out of your lips in such a sinful pitch that made him throb inside you, the vision and the feeling of you, flesh and bone, being endlessly better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Your arms snaked around his neck as he bottomed you out, you felt so full and stretched, your whole body was on fire, ignited with desire, and when you got used to his size you started to move on top of him, slowly increasing your pace as you rode him, stealing grunts of pleasure out of him every time you intentionally clenched around him and fucked him harder, your skin slapping against his as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He was so lost in his own moment he didn’t know if he should look at where your bodies merged, at your boobs bouncing in front of his face or at your sex glazed eyes. His lips captured yours once again as you rocked your hips back and forth, that very specific motion almost making you both snap.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum”

He whined and rolled you both, laying you on the bed as he got on top of you, switching positions so he could last longer, to feel you longer, to fuck you longer. He pushed himself inside of you again and all at once, at the new depth he reached with that position turned you into a moaning mess as he now set his own pace, but making sure that with every thrust he stimulated that very spot he found earlier inside you.

“Noah oh my…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as that postponed orgasm emerged again like a tsunami, washing away all of your senses as it bursted from inside out, hard, making your pussy clench desperately around him as he rode your high, taking every bit of his restraint to ride you through it without unloading inside you, cock throbbing in need, and just as he felt your body becoming jelly under his he pulled out of you, cumming on your belly in long hot spurts as he stilled over you, cheeks red and eyes rolled back.

He glued his forehead on yours, breathing still heavy as he came back from his own high, admiring how impossibly beautiful you looked at that very moment.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you into that plane tomorrow”

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #romance #noah sebastian #bad omens #nick folio #nick ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #self insert #joakim karlsson #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you

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mrsducky · 5 months ago

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THE NOTEBOOK 2004, dir. Nick Cassavetes

#one of the few scenes between them that I genuinely find very sweet and romantic #'do you know I love you?' is top tier expressions of affection #the notebook #the notebook 2004 #noah calhoun #allie hamilton #noah x allie #ryan gosling #rachel mcadams #romancegifs #filmgifs #moviegifs #romanceedit #mine

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 month ago

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Kiss me stupid, silly

Request made by @beautifullyalone23 : pleaseeeeee. Not sure how requests work but, what about a slow burn with Noah? Mutual friends, she's a bad ass with a heart of gold? Lots of sass ect. Idk im rambling. Anyways thank you for the much needed escape. It's keeping me going 💚

a/n Was a pleasure writing it. Hope you will enjoy it.🤍

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If God was a woman it had to be you. Cheesy and so fucking stupid but Noah was sure of it. He felt like a schoolboy all over again once the slight crush had started. He was awkward and so fucking shy but you would just slowly blink at him. Like a cat. A slow, unwavering, kind look. Not a hint of teasing. Not a hint of judgment. Even when his lisp got the best of him since he was nervous as fuck. You would just nod along, not even once pointing it out.

“Can I ask you something?”, Noah breathed out as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Shoot, star boy”, you mused, leaning against his car as you looked over the seashore. Noah was on the break. Quite literally. In all ways imaginable. On a breaking point. On the break from the only thing that had him going. “Why…”, he frowned slightly as if assessing his next words.

“Remember we have a rule of no questions that start with why”, you pointed out, turning to him slightly. It was a silly rule, one that was made during one of many 2 am conversations. “You stayed”, Noah states making you shake your head slightly, “What do you mean?”. You never really understood why he was so surprised that you kept in touch with him. He was an awesome guy to be around, a rare gem and you had told him that but he had never truly believed you it seemed. “With me at the beginning”, he adds turning to you but his eyes fall onto the sea once more, “Don’t look at me like that”, he grunts.

“Like what?”, you shrug, tugging the selves of his hoodie down your palms. “Like you’re both pissed and feeling sorry for me”, Noah huffs, brushing his hand over his face. It always killed you how little he believed in himself at times. “Noah, I admire you and you know that”, you reasoned with a shake of your head.

“But…”, he starts only to be met with you turning away from him and rounding your way to the other side of his car. “What are you doing?”, a slight panic shoots through him at the thought of you finally being fed up with him. “Nope, not having this, come on”, you urge him, slipping into his car.

“What are you doing, Y/n”, he asks once more, wanting to hear you say it. “It’s freezing Noah, you will catch a cold, come sit in the car”, you point for him to do the same, needing shelter from a late night wind that had set in.

He sits there for a moment. The silence suddenly suffocates. He could never explain why he loved your company so much. Now he could but he was chicken shit as Nick had graciously called him. Too afraid to admit that he hadn’t escaped the inevitable. He had feelings for you. “How’s your new project?”, Noah asks, choosing to change the topic. You were a part-time model the shoot you had signed up for had blown the internet. Noah had bought the magazine. Two. One was still in the wrapper. Not to mention that you agreeing to be a part of their new album prom shoots had been the biggest highlight for him.

“Don’t care about it”, you shrugged, making Noah instantly turn to you, “Wait I thought it was your dream to land that”, he asked, surprise written all over his face. “Don’t care about it 'cause I'm here with you now”, you muttered, leaning your head on the side of the car seat.

Noah quickly mirrored your actions. Letting his eyes fall over you. Just watching you watch him for a moment. “Jolly said that you were sent by Lord almighty to me”, he sighed, fingers absentmindedly reaching for your hand. Something he had tried to stop. But given up after you haven’t pulled away. After you had only gone and intertwined your fingers with his instead. “Hmm..”, you hummed, “I always liked Jolly, he’s a good egg”. And he was. Both a good person and a big part of what you and Noah had going on. You weren’t sure if Jolly had said the same to Noah but he had found you in one of the house parties. Sat you down before handing you a drink and pretty straightforwardly pointing out that you had a crush on his friend and Noah had a crush on you. “It’s like leading two blind mice”, he grunted. The memory making you chuckle slightly.

“What?”, Noah asks intently, trying to scramble for every piece of your mind. “I had this…”, you shake your head, letting another laugh slip and past your lips, “I had this insane crush on you when we first met, and gods Jolly called me out bad”.

You watch all emotions possible swim all over Noah’s face. From shock. To clear denial. To joy. To confusion. “No you didn’t”, he shakes his head firmly. “Oh, I did, down bad, boy”, you nod instead. “You don’t go for guys like me though”, Noah frowns. “Who said that?”, you roll your eyes. “Well your ex…”, he starts only for you to hit his shoulder slightly, “Is ex for a reason”, you tap at your temple.

He watched you, as if calculating your words, “Wait…”, he tilts his head to the side, “Past tense though, had a crush”. You can’t help but smile slightly. Leave it to Noah to catch something like this and cling to it.

“Yeah…”, you nod, watching his face fall, “It grew into something deeper”, you add with a shrug. He blinks. Blinks again before taking a deep breath in. “Yn”, Noah shakes his head, “Are you taking a piss out of me or are you for real cause…”, but you don’t let him finish. Both hands reach out to take first fulls of his black Bad Omens hoodie as you pull him in. Crashing your lips onto his. His hand finds the back of your head immediately. As if he too had been waiting for this. As if he too had been anticipating it. It feels as if you see colors as his lips move against yours. All the emotions finally have an outlet.

“Oh fuck…”, he breathes out as you both pull apart. “Wow”, you add, feeling dazed as you watch him. “Yeah”, Noah chuckles, “wow indeed, come here”, he brushes his thumb over your lips before leaning back in to brush his lips over yours. If only you could kick your feet like a schoolgirl, you would. “All this time I wanted to kiss you”, he sighs, cupping your cheek. “Make room”, you grunt, moving to climb over to the driver’s seat. “What are you…”, Noah starts, his hands instantly move to your hips to steady you. “Don’t you want to make out in the car?”, you ask, halting, just in case you read the room wrong. “Do you want to? Cause I… there’s no rush”, he’s quick to reassure you, you shoot him a look before squeezing on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Kiss me stupid, silly”, you mutter against his lips. “Your wish is my command”, he muses, his inked hand brushing over your neck before he grips your face ever so slightly, bringing you closer to him.

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you #bad omens imagine #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens x reader #bad omens x you

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mysunshinetemptress · 6 months ago

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Call Your Mom

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: talks of suicide please please know you are never alone

Tears streamed down your face, blurring the already distorted image in the mirror. It had been years since the suffocating darkness of suicidal thoughts had threatened to consume her. Back then, Leah had been your anchor, your lighthouse guiding you back to the shore. But lately, with the weight of the loan to Manchester City pressing down on you, a familiar coldness had begun to seep back in. The vibrant colours of your recent success with Man City seemed to have drained away, replaced by a suffocating grey.

you had convinced yourself it was just the stress of the new environment, a temporary blip. But tonight, the blip had morphed into a monstrous wave threatening to pull you under. The once vibrant colours of your apartment seemed muted, the silence deafening. The thought of reaching out to Leah, of tarnishing the happiness you'd built together, felt unbearable.

But as the racing thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last, the fear became a raw, primal instinct. Tears pricked at your eyes, blurring the digital clock on the nightstand. 3:12 am. Shame burned in your gut. How could she be feeling this way again, after all, Leah had done to pull her back from the brink .

Leah's voice, even thick with sleep, was a lifeline.

You fumbled for your phone, the familiar warmth of the screen offering a flicker of comfort. Leah's name on the contact list taunted you. Reaching out felt like a betrayal, a regression. Yet, the darkness whispered terrifying thoughts, a relentless chorus you couldn't seem to silence.

With a shaky hand, you hit call. One ring. Two. Three. Just as you considered hanging up, Leah's drowsy voice filled the silence, even thick with sleep, it was a lifeline.

"Y/n? Everything alright?"

You sucked in a breath unable to answer.

"Baby? Hey, what's wrong?" Leah's concern, though muffled by distance, sliced through the fog of despair. Shame threatened to choke you, but the words tumbled out, ragged and desperate. Leah listened patiently, her voice a soothing balm even across the miles.

"Stay on the phone, babe. I'm on my way."

You choked out a protest. "No, Le, it's too late, you..."

"Don't argue," Leah interrupted gently. "Four hours. I'll be there."

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the phone that was deafening. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears leaking past your lashes. "Le? Are....Are you still there?" you croaked, your voice thick with despair.

"Always," came Leah's unwavering reply, even through the static of the phone call. "Don't you even think about hanging up."

You knew Leah could hear the tremor in your voice, the raw vulnerability that sliced through years of carefully constructed walls. The move to Manchester had felt like a fresh start, a chance to prove yourself on a bigger stage away from the stacked bench of Arsenal. But the pressure had become a suffocating weight, and the initial excitement had morphed into a suffocating loneliness.

"It's stupid," You mumbled beginning to pick at the skin around your fingernails, hating the pathetic sound of your own voice. "I thought I was past this. But it just…it hit me tonight."

The four-hour drive was an agonizing eternity for both of you. You paced the apartment restlessly, the phone pressed tight to your ear, the silence punctuated by Leah's gentle reassurances and the rhythmic hum of the engine in the background.

The guilt gnawed at You as you began to feel guilty for calling Leah so late. "Leah, you don't have to do this," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "It's just me being a mess.....I'll.....I'll get over it."

"No," Leah's voice came resolute through the speaker. "This isn't just you. You're not alone in this, i'm not letting you do this alone not tonight not ever."

The dam broke then. You confessed everything - the creeping despair, the fear of disappointing your Mom, god your mom was the only one you had growing up and the only child to a single parent, she had sacrificed everything for you and now here you were wanting to end the life she had given you, the life she had sacrificed so so much for."Oh my god Le, My Mom I don't...I can't" Leah listened without judgment, her unwavering support a beacon in the storm.

"She'd be disappointed," You mumbled, "that I'm not... stronger."

You choked back a sob. the thought of dragging Leah into it was unbearable, of your Mom "I can't let Mom know," you whispered, your voice tight with fear. "She thinks I'm… I'm better now. She'd be so disappointed.....Le she...she gave up everything and I...oh god...I just want to through it all away." Leah didn't know what to do.

"Y/n," Leah said, her voice firm, "being strong doesn't mean bottling things up. It means reaching out for help when you need it. We'll face this together, okay?"

You shook your head unable to answer.

Leah sighed, the sound travelling through the phone line. "Your mom would want you to be happy and healthy, Y/n. She would understand you can't keep this bottled up it won't help. I'll call her, I'll explain everything and I already know she will be so proud you called me instead of struggling alone ok, so hold on and I'll call your mom ?"

The suggestion hung in the air. The thought of facing your mother's concern, of potentially shattering the fragile image of your recovery, terrified you. But the alternative - the terrifying chasm of despair that had threatened to engulf you - was even scarier.

Taking a shaky breath, You finally conceded. "Please," You whispered, the first flicker of hope igniting in your chest. "Please can you call her?"

Leah sighed in relief sipping in "Of course baby, as soon as I get to you I'll call her ok?" You let out a hum letting Leah know you heard her.

Through the night, Leah's voice became a lifeline. You talked for hours, about everything and nothing, about the weather in Manchester, Leah's upcoming game, and the silly things you both used to laugh about back in your younger days. With each passing minute, the frantic edge in your voice softened. The dawn broke just as you finished reminiscing about a particularly chaotic prank you'd pulled on a teammate in your youth.

Exhausted but with a fragile sense of calm settling over you, you looked at the phone screen. Leah's location showed she was somewhere near Birmingham now.

"Leah," You began, a nervous tremor in your voice, "you really don't have to come all this way."

"Nonsense," Leah interrupted, her voice full of determination. "I wouldn't be anywhere else. I told you we'll face this together, okay?"

By the time Leah arrived, the first rays of dawn were painting the sky a soft pink. Relief washed over you as you pulled Leah tightly into a hug, the familiar scent of your girlfriend a potent reminder of the love and support that still surrounded you.

"We'll get through this together," Leah whispered, her arms wrapped securely around You, slightly scared to let you go. "Come on let's get you to bed and then I'll call your mom," she added, her voice firm.

#woso #awfc #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x y/n #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson x you #call your mom #noah kahan

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frickingnerd · 2 years ago

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protecting you when you can't protect yourself

pairing: noah x gn!reader x taion

summary: you've gotten injured in the last battle and when you get attacked by a pack of volffs, taion and noah are there to protect you!

a/n: i know how to spell wolves btw, but i went with the way it's spelled in the game 👉🏻👈🏻👀

the last fight against moebius had left you badly injured and before you could even catch a break, you were already surrounded by enemies again. a pack of volffs was attacking you from all sides, before any of your teammates could even take care of your wounds.

noah quickly jumped in to defend you, as you were hunched together on the floor, your arms so bruised up that you couldn't even hold your weapon.

"taion, take care of y/n! i'll take out the volffs!"

noah called out to taion, who quickly came to shield you as well with his mondo's, before casting an area wide healing skill. slowly your wounds started to close, as taion carefully helped you sit up, letting you lean against him.

noah was meanwhile struggling to keep all the volffs away from the two of you. they had spotted how vulnerable you were and were trying to attack you. sometimes a volff or two managed to get past noah, but were held back by taion's mondo's.

eventually, noah managed to strike down the last one of the pack. as soon as he was sure that there were no more that would attack, he rushed to your side as well.

"y/n's going to be okay!"

taion assured him. your wounds were mostly healed by now, but it would still take a few days until you'd be back on your feet again. still, noah was relieved to hear you were alright…

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emmyrosee · 2 months ago

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Im begging for some Akaashi moments PLEASEE😭😭😨😭

THIS TOOK FAR TOO LONG IM SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY 🥺

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“Okay, keiji, pay attention.”

“Why are my keys-“

“Shush.”

Immediately, Keiji closes his mouth, looking at you curiously, blue eyes flicking between you and the three clear cups before him on the table. Under the left cup, are his car keys, trapped under the glass. The small cat keychain you got him smiles back innocently up at him, and he makes a move to open the cup and free the tiny friend from its confines. You gently bat his hand to still his movements, which he does. “Okay. Keep going,” he says patiently.

“Under these three cups, are your car keys,” you begin to explain, and instinctively, keiji’s eyes flick to the cup containing his keys; he says nothing, waiting for you to continue to explain. “I’m going to turn around, and when I do, I want you to mix up the cups a bunch of times. If I can find the cup with your keys under it, we go get a sweet treat.”

Finally, Keiji smiles in realization, chuckling and shaking his head at your antics. “Can’t I just go get you a sweet treat?” He asks.

You shrug, “I wanted to leave it up to the universe.”

He looks back down at the crystal clear cups, “the universe seems to be rigged.”

“The universe will provide for your spouse if it desires.” You press a kiss to his cheek and spin around, “okay! Mix them up.”

Keiji looks down at the cups in front of him, and there’s a though, just a thought, of taking the keys from under the cup and hiding them, but the idea of you pouting has his heart squeezing. Even if you do deserve to be messed with a little.

He grabs the left cup and slides it to the middle, moving the middle to the left. “Okay. Mixed them.”

“You mixed them enough?” You ask. “I didn’t hear a lot of shuffling.”

“You’ll just have to pick a cup and see,” he assures.

You spin back around and hum in thought, mockingly patting your chin as if to truly be thinking about which crystal clear cup his keys are under. Your hand hovers over one of the empty glasses, then the other one, before curiously grabbing the key-glass. You cheer happily and clap, and Keiji chuckles and claps with you.

“How ever did you figure it out?” He asks.

“You have a genius living under your roof,” you sigh dramatically. “You’re welcome. I’ll be sure to use my big brain for good, rather than evil.”

“Sounds good,” he hums. “Go get shoes on, you’ve earned a sweet treat, I suppose.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you barrel down the hallway, leaving him to scrub his face with his hands, looking to the sky in amusement.

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kairukitsuneo · 1 year ago

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⚠️Suggestive dialogue text⚠️

Mirage is pretty dramatic and his words can be....misunderstanding…(lol)

(Noah is just helping to get the wrench that was stuck inside Mirage)

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 2 months ago

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#nobody wants this #heart melted #im not crying you are #hot rabbi breaking our hearts everywhere #noah roklov #joanne x noah #noah x joanne #kristen bell #adam brody #love #1x4 #kiss #kisses #kissing #cute things

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circle-with-me · 3 months ago

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i haven’t stopped thinking about this photo since i saw it. so, let’s talk about it, shall we?

nothing but fluff below the cut 🩷

I think this is the Noah you get the first time you stay the night as his place. I’m not saying he doesn’t get this excited or make breakfast for you any other time… but there’s something special about his smile in this photo.

Maybe you’ve been dating for a few months and tour has disrupted your one-on-one time together, or you just prefer to take things slow. Noah is nothing if not patient. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy and comfortable. Whatever the reason, when you finally get to stay with him for the first night—he can barely contain his excitement.

When it’s time for bed he curls up behind you so close, pulling you tight against him. One hand splays over your exposed tummy rubbing gently as he kisses your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, softly telling you about all of the nights he’s spent longing to fall asleep with you in his arms. You feel more safe and secure with him than you ever have and it’s no surprise to you that you have the best night’s sleep ever.

The next morning, you’re a little disappointed when he’s not beside you but you know he hasn’t strayed far. The clattering of dishes in the distance tells you exactly where he is. You catch him off guard as he’s whipping up something extra special for the two of you for breakfast. He flashes you the sleepiest smile—so proud of himself and happy you’re there.

Noah won’t let you lift a finger, shooing you to the table for you to wait patiently for your breakfast. When he’s done, he brings your plate to you with a kiss on the forehead. Soon after he’s seating himself closely next to you, that sweet sleepy smile still plastered on his face.

It’s impossible to resist his requests to stay the night again nearly every night that week.

#noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian headcanon #noah sebastian x female reader #noah sebastian x you #noah sebastian fanfiction

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unlimitedlust · 3 months ago

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Pretty When You Cry - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Heyy, this was requested by an Anon, I got really excited with their idea and I hope I made justice to it!

Warnings: smut smut smut smut (this one has a lot more smut than the previous ones), handjob, oral f! and m! receiving, p in v, creampie, squirting, dom! Noah.

It’s very late over here, forgive me for any mistakes, please.

W/C: 4.2K

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

Please let me know if you enjoyed it, it makes my day when you comment on it ❤️❤️❤️ Likes and reblogs also make my day, so feel free to do so!!! Enjoy it!!!

End of Author’s Note

Noah had just got home after months on the road with the boys and the way you missed and craved for him at that point was maddening. But before you could have your alone time with him, you still had to attend the band’s barbecue to wrap up and celebrate the end of the tour.

You begged him for at least a quickie, but he was adamant you’d leave that for after the party because he knew that after such a long time away from you, it wouldn’t be just a quickie.

But you weren’t okay with that. You wanted him and now you were obstinate to have him crawling for you.

So you wore the floral sundress you’d just bought, it hugged your body in all the right places, marking your waist and highlighting your chest, and had a slit on the left side, exposing your leg and thigh at each step. You applied your favorite cologne and a light makeup, and you were ready to go.

Noah eyed you from head to toe as you came down the stairs and gave you a firm slap on your ass as you walked past him towards the door.

“I liked the dress, baby, looks perfect on you” He paid his compliments as you both got into his car.

“Wore it for you, love” You winked at him and landed your left hand on his thigh, like you always did.

But then an idea crept into your head as he hummed a random song distractedly. You moved your hand higher and inwards on his thigh, caressing it with gentle rubs getting closer to his crotch each time.

You felt him tense and his gaze shifted from the road to you for a fraction of second, until he relaxed and settled himself on his seat, allowing and giving you space for whatever you had in mind.

You moved your hand higher and your fingers finally grazed his cock, hard in his shorts with your teasing. You palmed his length over the shorts slowly, impatiency starting to slip off him with a heavy sigh as you circled lightly the pad of your thumb on his sensitive tip.

His knuckles got white on the steering wheel due to how hard he held it while you pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, heavy and slapping against his lower belly, the sight making your mouth water and your pussy throb in need.

You spit on your hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly dragging it up and down his length, intentionally avoiding his tip, which made him visibly clench his jaw and fight back a frustrated moan as you worked solely on his shaft.

You gathered some saliva and leaned closer to him, making him think you were about to blow him off, but instead, you stopped your mouth inches away from his cock, parted your lips and let your spit drip from your lips to his tip, extra sensitive from being neglected, the light feeling of your saliva dripping and running over it making him buck his hips slightly searching for more.

You giggled seductively as you added your other hand on rubbing him off. One pumping his length, twisting its wrist around it to add an extra layer of pleasure, while the other worked on his head, switching from squishy pumps to just cupping it with the palm of your hand, leisurely rolling and lightly squeezing him, the wave of pleasure from that very specific motion making him break the car abruptly as a nearly guttural moan came from his lungs with the sensitiveness.

Seeing Noah so needy and vulnerable in front of you got you aching between your legs as he begged for you not to stop and threw his head back in pleasure. Thank god you were stuck on some light traffic because at that point Noah had his hands on the headrest of his seat, blunt nails digging on its leather as he buckled his hips forward and came in a long moan, cock twitching, spilling all over your hands as you kept on working on his high.

“That was amazing” He exclaimed breathless as his chest heaved up and down, and he got back into his driving stance while trying to reach out for some cleaning tissues for you, until he, taken by surprise, almost got hard again by watching you lick your hands and fingers clean, a devilish smirk on your lips “Fuck, baby what’s got you like that today?”

“I needed you to fuck the shit out of me before we left, but you decided against it, remember?” You teased him by making a pout with your lips, pretending to be annoyed at him.

Before the traffic light turned green, he pulled your head roughly and kissed you aggressively, in a clear attempt to show you how much he wanted you too. But still, you couldn’t miss the barbecue with the boys.

You arrived there shortly after, Noah’s cheeks were still rosy when you got out of his car and went straight to the backyard’s gate to meet the guys, their laughter could be heard from the street.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon, everyone was enjoying themselves and laughing off the fun moments from the tour while eating good food and having nice cold drinks.

You could feel Noah’s gaze on you from the small group he was gathered in a corner, watching closely everything you did, even the smallest gestures. So you took advantage of that.

Matt had just served a batch of hot dogs in the table next to you and you took one of them, taking it to your mouth, your tongue sliding on the sausage as you drove it in, mayo smearing on the corner of your lips on purpose, so you could sensually lick it off, just as you did on your fingers back in the car, getting Noah ridiculously jealous over a hot dog.

And that’s when you decided you’d tease him at every chance you got.

You could see him trying to avert his gaze from you, but it was pointless, his eyes were always there. You walked to one of the coolers for another beer and turned your back to him as you bent down to grab another bottle, your dress riddening up as you did so, almost revealing what it hid underneath.

At that point he wasn’t just discreetly watching you, he was actively ignoring his conversations and had his eyes trained on you, torn between wanting to fuck you there and then at that very position, and feeling a pang of jealousy because if he was watching that, it meant others could watch it too. On both hypotheses he felt himself getting hard, which made him have to carefully arrange his cock in his shorts so no one saw the on growing boner.

He forced his attention back to whatever random subject Jolly was talking about, trying to think about anything but you so he could quiet down the “situation” inside his shorts.

That’s until you, after a couple of minutes out of his sight, waltzed past him, stealthily depositing your white lace panties on his hand, winking at him as you casually walked back to the group of friends you were in earlier.

Noah swallowed dry and his blood boiled as his cock got fully hard, forcing him to sit down on the couch behind him and immediately grab one of its pillows to cover himself while also saving your underwear in his pocket.

“You okay bro?” Ruffilo asked, aware of his friend’s uneasiness.

“Yeah. My back hurts. Just need to seat for a moment”

You knew by the look on his face he’d make you pay for that later. Not only for getting him all flustered in front of his friends, but especially for walking around in that dress having no panties underneath.

You thought about giving him a break, but when a tray of cupcakes came into your sight you just needed to push his buttons again.

You grabbed two of them and headed straight to Noah, sitting on one his thighs as you gave him one of the cupcakes.

His free hand made its way to slide over the curve of your ass, but you stopped him in his tracks.

“You can look, but you can’t touch” You whispered deviously, giggling in his ear.

“I’mma fuck that attitude out of you when we get out of here” His promise along with his husky tone got you clenching your legs together in anticipation.

As if nothing was happening, Noah took a bite out of his cupcake, frosting smearing the corner of his lips, and before he could himself clean it off, you leaned into him and licked off, your eyes meeting his dark ones as you did it.

“Guess you’ll have to work hard then” You spat back and got off his lap, swaying your hips on your way.

A couple of hours had gone by and you decided to give him some peace, but your previous acts through the event were still lingering on his head, earning you predatory looks you knew you’d “regret” later when he had his way with you, especially every time he felt the lace in his pocket.

It was night already and the barbecue came to an end. You said your goodbyes to everyone and headed home, the ride on your way there silent, but the tension thick in the air and you noticed how Noah drove a lot faster than usual, eager to get home.

He pushed you inside the house and closed the door behind him with a loud bang, his impatience evident in his demanding tone.

“Bedroom. Now.”

“I’m so tired, can’t we leave this for tomorrow?” You teased one last time, faking a yawn, and in the next second he had you pinned on the hallway wall, hands around your neck.

“Quit it. Upstairs. Now. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d fuck that sassiness out of you, so don’t expect any sleep for tonight”

You’d been wet all day in need of him, but having him bark those words at your face had you dripping in anticipation.

He let go of your neck and you quickly obeyed him, practically running up the stairs as he followed closely behind, closing the bedroom door as you got inside.

“On your knees” He commanded, voice husky in lust as he took his shirt off.

You dropped on your knees in front of him, both of you next to a floor to ceiling mirror, allowing you to watch yourselves.

Noah bent down and grabbed you by your jaw, his face inches from yours as he said:

“Got me hard in front of everyone the whole damn day and with that short dress with no panties underneath” You bit your bottom lip at his tone, terribly turned on by him and his imposing, bossy stance “Gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you learn not to do that again”

You tried to kiss him but he stood back up straight and pulled down his shorts, freeing his rock hard manhood in all its glory.

“I’m the one who’ll decide when you can kiss me or not, baby” He had a devilish grin on his lips “But have in mind, you’re the one who started it”

You couldn’t think straight to come up with any sassy remark or any other kind of answer, so you just drove your hands to his cock, only to be stopped midway by a pull on your hair.

“No hands. You’ll have to deal with all of it with your mouth only”

You put your hands on your back as he brings your head closer to his cock, eyes connected, your mouth split open and tongue sticking out to lap him languidly from its base to its tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around it as your tongue played with the small bundle of nerves on the slit right below his tip on the underside of his cock, making a strangled moan escape from his lips.

You kept on sucking him, driving him deeper into your mouth, making sure to make a “pop” sound every time you pulled out of him completely, only to dive into him again, jaw hurting with his thickness and length, but focused on getting him all the way into your throat, to the point your nose pressed against his pubic area, without the help of your hands.

The vision he had from above was unholy as he kept you still, cock deep in your throat as watched you struggle on keeping him all the way in, a few tears running down your cheeks and spit down your chin in the process, an absolute heaven for him.

Noah tightened the grip on the makeshift ponytail on your hair and started to thrust in and out of your mouth, ruining it as he sped up his pace and intensity, making you take support on his legs as he fucked your face, moaning shamelessly above you.

You knew he was close when his thrusts became erratic and his cock started to twitch on your tongue.

Noah entangled his fingers on the hair on the back side of your head and pulled you backwards, away from him, letting only his tip rest on your tongue as he stroked himself and came on it, some of his spurts missing your tongue and painting your face as you keep your tongue out and mouth wide open for him.

In his eyes you looked like a work of art, all disheveled, makeup running down your face and eyes glazed with lust as you licked and swallowed the cum that stained your lips and your cheeks.

“Good girl” He praised as he hoisted you up and crashed his lips against yours hungrily, tasting himself as he captured your tongue.

He guided you backwards to the bed, stepping out of his shorts on the way, and laid you on it without ever breaking the kiss.

His lips finally left yours and trailed their way down your chin towards your neck, spreading kisses and love bites all over it, making sure to leave his marks, claiming his girl.

While he kept working on your neck sending shivers down your spine, his hands came up to your boobs cupping and fonddling them still covered by the dress, until he finally pulled its front part down and off of you, exposing your hardened nipples and allowing him to explore your breasts further.

He pinched your nipples with his thumbs and index fingers, rolling it between them but not too hard, just enough to make you arch your back, offering more of you as you writhed under him.

You spread your legs wide and thrusted up your hips to meet his own, desperately trying to have the slightest friction on your pussy, but it was no use, Noah immediately brought one of his hands and pinned your hips down on the bed.

“Please” You whined is frustration, clit aching and desperately needing some attention.

“Thought you liked teasing” He sank his teeth on the crook of your neck in response.

Noah soothed his bite with his tongue and kissed his way across your collarbone to your chest, licking its valley before he attached his lips around one of your nipples, gliding his tongue over it to then nibble at it, the stimulation so good you could feel the knot on your pelvis forming only by it.

He shifted his attention between your boobs, repeating the same movements, and you were so concentrated you didn’t see him moving his right hand down to the center of your body.

You gasped audibly when he finally ran his fingers over your slit, collecting your slick to rub it on your clit with feather-like touches at first.

You raked your hands over his tattooed arms and back trying to feel more of him, one of them settling through his silk dark hair, keeping him at your chest level as he still feasted on your boobs, marking their flash with small bites.

Noah pressed harder on your clit with the pads of his fingers and you felt that knot on your lower belly tightening, eager for the long awaited release as Noah, even after all those months away, knew your body more than yourself and pushed all of your right buttons to have you falling apart under his touch.

Your whole body tensed as you got close to your climax, but when you were about to snap it, he stopped and drew his fingers away from you.

“No!” You complained in raw frustration.

Noah giggled evilly at your reaction, the tables had turned and by the mischievous look in his eyes, you knew he’d make you pay for all the teasing you’d put him through.

“You’ll cum only when I allow you to. Understand?”

You nodded flustered as he collected more of your slick with his fingers and drove them to your lips so you could taste yourself. He pushed his inked fingers in your mouth, making you open it wider.

“I want your words”

“Yes”

“Good. Now eyes on me”

His face was on the same level as yours. He braced himself on his arm by the side of your head as he drove his hand back between your legs.

He sank two of his long fingers inside you, stretching your walls and going straight to that spongy spot inside you. He smirked when he saw your breath hitching and your pupils dilating when he started to curl his fingers inside you, rubbing it in a ‘come here’ motion.

Noah knew you loved this and knew how easily you gave in when he reached that very spot, and you only confirmed that when you unwittingly spread your legs even wider, allowing him full and unrestricted access to you.

“Noah please…” You begged, helplessly trying to pull on his short hair as he sped up his pace, taking you up that cliff you’d been craving to jump from.

Your body tensed again and you bit your bottom lip as we kept on fingering you, and when you thought he’d finally make you cum, he stopped again, retrieving his fingers and licking them clean as he laughed at your frustration.

“No” He deadpanned.

Restrained electricity ran through your veins and you felt even more sensitive with all the edging, your body feeling like jelly, even though you hadn’t cum yet.

As he waited for you to come back from your - almost - high, Noah crawled down the bed, pushed the skirt of your dress up and peppered wet kisses on your inner thighs, his lips getting dangerously close to your pussy, to then skip it, just to watch you wriggle above him.

He snaked both of his arms around each of your thighs and brought your pussy inches away from his face. He blew his hot breath over it and lightly ran his nose over your swollen clit as he did so, making you shudder under his hold.

You groaned loudly when you finally felt his tongue run along your slit, lapping up your arousal. He kissed and licked and suckled on your most sensitive spots, making you buck your hips up for even more of that, desperate for the release that’s been denied to you twice already.

Noah sucked on your clit and licked circles on it as he kept it between his lips, and that was it for you, you felt it coming hot and strong inside you, ready to ripple through you, toes curling at it, when he again, pulled away, postponing your release.

And at that point you were desperate, your chest heaved and a couple of tears of both pleasure and frustration streamed down your face because you needed it, you needed it hard, and he was taking it away to punish you.

“Please please please” You begged again while he helped you out of the dress you were still wearing.

“I told you I’d fuck that attitude out of you, didn’t I?” He whispered against your lips as he hovered over you, the tip of his cock lining to your opening as he did so.

“Then please do it”

“Do what?”

“Fuck my pussy” One of his hands went straight to your neck at your words.

“It’s not your pussy baby” He choked you “It’s mine” And pushed himself all the way in in one hard and deep thrust, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch.

Your nails clawed down his back and you felt completely full as he started to fuck you properly, the hand around your neck adding to the experience as it pressed on the sides of your neck, cutting off part of the flow of oxygen to your brain.

After all those months away from him it felt like heaven having him inside you again, hips slapping harshly against yours as he now fucked you in short thrusts, but hard and deep at each of them, making sure to roll his hips enough so your clit would also be stimulated in the process.

“Fucking missed this” He groaned on your ear, peppering kisses on your neck “Fucking missed you”

“Me too baby.. feel so good inside me” You mumbled back as your walls clenched around him, announcing your orgasm building again in your core.

“Fuck don’t do this, I need to last” He moaned out, visibly holding himself back at your walls squeezing on him.

Changing positions, Noah manhandled you roughly, making you land on your fours, and pulled you by your hips, pushing his cock all the way back in one hard thrust. Stilled inside you, his hands once holding your hips slid down to your waist and then your ribcage, his hard grip pressing your body down on the bed while your ass was still up in the air and bottomed out by him.

He leaned down to your ear and said:

“I want you to cum hard on my cock, can you do that for me?”

“Yes baby” You sighed, breathless and head in overdrive with the new angle he was hitting.

“I want you to clench hard around me, milk me up so I can fill that pretty little pussy, you understand?” His words alone were enough to make you throb around him.

“Y-yes”

“Good”

He got back to his previous position behind you and pinned both your wrists together behind your back as started to fuck you again, in and out in harder and deeper than before, shoving your body forwards at each thrust, making you fight for your own balance as you drooled on the bed sheets, completely cock drunk.

You became a full moaning mess as he railed you like never before. Your denied climax coming back stronger than ever before and heightened by the sounds of his own moans as he drilled you.

You felt your body in flames as the pressure on your pelvis got unbearable and Noah, reading your body, leaned forward and took his hand to your clit. Only this time he wasn’t stopping it.

So it came. You screamed against the sheets as an earth shattering orgasm took over your senses, making you gush over Noah, your whole body shudder and your walls clench hard around his cock as he rode you through it, the feel of him twitching and cumming inside you at the same time only adding to your high as your whole body went numb with the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had on your life.

You were so blind by your high you didn’t realize you’d squirted on Noah, who smiled proudly at you as he pulled out of you, your fluids running down his lower belly and his cum dripping out of your hole.

He buried his face on your sensitive cunt and lapped it up for the last time, collecting his own cum to bring it to your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sticking your tongue out so he could spit it in, kissing you lovingly after.

You shifted your position on the bed, laying facing up the ceiling while Noah went to the bathroom.

He came back moments later with a wet towel and started to take care of you. First he cleaned the smeared makeup on your face and the remnants of spit and cum, kissing tenderly the places he’s just taken care of, then he cleaned the cum oozing from between your legs, kissing your knees once he was done.

After disposing of the towel, he climbed back on the bed with him, pulling you to his embrace as you nuzzled against his chest.

“You have no idea how I missed you, baby, I love you so much” He whispered as he kissed your forehead and held you tightly in his arms.

“I couldn’t stay another second away from you, Noah, you’re a part of me already” You tilted your head up to meet his lips “I’m unable to describe how much I love you too”

You felt dizzy as his heartbeat lulled you into your sleep, until he poked you.

“Uh uh” You looked at him confused as you waited for him to continue “I’m just giving you a break. I meant it when I said we’re not sleeping tonight”

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