#bad omens fic

[measuredingold]

stargazing

authors note: ….hi🥲 this is coming a lot later than i expected, but my last update i did mention life was lifeing and well… it continued to life 😭 i got really sick and was down for about a week, and that added onto everything else just really dwindled whatever energy i had left to finish writing this. however, we powered through ! this is the finale part to you right and i just want to say thank you to everyone who stayed along for the ride. i hope this ending is somewhat of what you wanted :) title from stargazing by the neighbourhood. as always, enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics

word count: 7.7k

cross posted on ao3 / part one, two, and three

cw/tw: Noah Sebastian Is Getting Better At Feelings, first date nerves, ~tension~, reader is just smitten by noah lol, p in v ( don’t be like them, wrap it up ), big unsaid feelings, openish ending ?, 18+ minors do not interact

You pace the length of your kitchen, wringing your hands together as you try to calm yourself down. You feel silly for being nervous because Noah hasn't given you a reason to be all week. You could see that he was trying, and actually wanting to mend whatever relationship you had with each other, and maybe that's what made you nervous.

He was trying. He wanted this. He wanted you.

After literal years of telling yourself it'll never happen, that a hookup is all you will ever be, you find yourself a bit panicked at the possibility of it being something more.

It didn't help that you knew Noah was nervous too, possibly more scared than anything else, and for some reason that didn't ease your mind one bit. This was new ground for the both of you, and neither knew how to navigate it.

Your phone chimes from the counter, grabbing you from your nervous thoughts, and your heart practically drops.

I’m here :)

You feel sweaty, rubbing your clammy hands down the sweater that had adorn your body. Fuck. Why were you so nervous? You tell yourself it’s just Noah, but that only made the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that much worse.

You quickly punch out a reply, telling him you'll be out in a second, and rush around your kitchen to gather your things.

Bag? Check. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check.

You stop in front of a mirror you have hanging in the hallway by your front door, checking yourself out one last time. You over thought your outfit for hours and at this point you just hoped you looked decent enough. You think you did, and with one last look, you were out the door.

You weren't expecting Noah to be standing outside his car, leaning against it waiting for you. He stands up straight when he notices you, and you see the exact moment his eyes widen.

"Hi." He says breathlessly.

He looks you up and down, shamelessly checking you out and you can't help but feel hot under his gaze.

It's not like he's never checked you out before, has plenty of times in the past, but it was so different this time around. You can't help but tug at the hem of your sweater, cheeks flushing with color as you say just as breathlessly, "Hi.”

Your own eyes drag up and down his body, taking him in. He looked good. All black, like he typically wore when he tried to dress up, but still looked so casually Noah. His style was incredibly attractive to you, and you also couldn’t help but feel warm inside that he tried to look nice for you.

Noah blinks, as if he was snapping out of whatever trance he was in, giving you a tight lipped smile. "Ready?"

"Oh, yeah! Ready." You say a bit too enthusiastically, face heating up from embarrassment.

Noah's tight lipped smile falls into something much more relaxed, and your chest feels funny at the breathy chuckle he lets out. He moves before you, opening the passenger door for you. You give him a look, the corners of your lips quirking up.

"Since when did you become such a gentleman?" You tease lightheartedly, your smile growing at the bashful look on Noah's face.

"Always been one," He mutters as you start to get into the car, and he ducks his head into the car once you're finally seated, "but I wanna do this right, so I'm trying really hard right now."

The confession itself sparks a fire inside of you and you don't know what to say, head tipping forward to hide the flush on your cheeks from him. You miss the soft smile he gives you before shutting your door and coming over to his side.

Your heart pounds against your chest, and you're so busy trying to calm yourself down that you barely even look up at him when he gets in the car. You manage to spare a glance at him when he finally pulls out of your apartment complex, eyeing him from your seat.

Sometimes you get overwhelmed when you remember just how attractive he was, especially when you were able to see him up close. He took your breath away in the best way possible. You were always infatuated with him, even when hooking up with him meant just that. Before feelings became involved, before... everything. You were always just enamored by him and his casual beauty.

Your stomach turns when he catches your gaze, looking away from the road briefly, and he flashes you a gentle smile. You look away, hands wringing in your lap as you focus on the cars passing by, trying to ignore the way your face burned with the embarrassment of being caught. You wait a few moments to cast another glance his way and thankfully he wasn't looking at you anymore, so you could go back to admiring him without any interruptions.

Your eyes fall from his face down to his hands, one clutched around the steering wheel while the other is resting lazily on the console. The sudden urge to reach out and lace your fingers with his fills you so suddenly, you have to look away again before it becomes too overwhelming. Just the thought of your hand in his made your stomach flip, face burn, because you knew how it felt. You knew how soft his hands were, and how gently they always held yours.

You didn't think much of it then, but right now it’s the only thing you can think about. He clears his throat and your eyes snap back up to his face, watching him looking between you and the road.

"I'm uh," He clears his throat, "I'm sorry for not saying this before but you look beautiful."

"Oh." You're not sure what to say. You hadn't even noticed he didn't even compliment you, too caught up in trying to act at least somewhat normal around him. You can't keep your eyes off of him, a small, bashful smile forming on your lips. "Thank you. I uh, also didn't get to say it either, but you look very handsome."

"You think I’m handsome?" He takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at you, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Yes, of course I do." The nerves that were flowing through you were slowly evaporating, your arms crossing over your chest. "What else am I supposed to think?"

"I don't know? I usually get pretty before I ever get handsome.”

"Pretty?" You question, giggling. "Oooh, I see. You just want me to call you pretty boy, huh?"

This felt normal. The back and forth teasing between you two wasn't forced, and felt almost normal again. It felt right. Your shoulders weren't as tense, dropping as you heard the first sounds of laughter from Noah. Your smile grows then, watching as he looks back towards you, cheeks a light shade of pink.

"Maybe."

"Well. You are a very pretty boy, but you're also very handsome. I think you can be both simultaneously."

"Yeah?" You nod and he purses his lips, trying to supress the smile that you knew was begging to break through, and fixes his eyes back on the road. "Well, uh. Thanks."

"You're welcome," You say softly, still eyeing him from the passenger seat.

Your conversation dies down then, but the air doesn't feel as nerve filled as it once did. A sort of comfortableness surrounds you both now, the hum of whatever playlist Noah decided to put on for your drive playing through your ears.

This was… really nice. Comfortable. It made something beneath your chest tighten, warmth spreading over you again.

You come to a stop at a red light and Noah shifts in his seat and clears his throat, the hand on the console tapping along to whatever was playing.

You eye it, and the urge from earlier comes back, and this time you don't fight it. Instead, you reach for it. You don't dare look at him, face burning as your cheeks flush pink yet again, and you turn your head towards the window. Your heart pounds beneath your chest when you feel his fingers lace through yours, and your stomach flips when he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

The light turns green, and for the rest of the drive your hand doesn't leave his once.

When you pulled up to your apartment, you couldn't help but feel sad that tonight was over. For lack of better words - tonight had went fucking amazing.

The nerves between the two of you vanished almost completely by time you made it to dinner, and the rest of the night felt like this is how things have always been. You forgot how well you and Noah got on, personalities blending into each other with ease. The reason why you were so attracted to him to begin with was because things were just so easy. It almost made you forget everything that had happened leading up to this.

Even the ride home was amazing, conversation flowed so well between the two of you that the ride itself felt only 5 minutes long, rather than the thirty minutes it truly was. You don't think you've ever heard Noah speak so much.

You look down at your hands laced together over the console, smiling to yourself. The second you got into the car Noah was the one to reach for you this time, pulling your hand into his. It made you feel warm all over knowing he had let down a few more walls for you during the night, just being himself. It felt good knowing that somewhere deep inside Noah wanted to trust you and was trying his best to overcome the worry and doubt in his mind. He squeezes your hand and your eyes lift to meet his.

"I had a really good time tonight." Noah says softly.

You smile. "Me too. We should do this again."

You barely register the words that slip from your lips and flush, but you don't take it back. You meant it. You wanted to do this again, and you just hoped that Noah felt the same. From the way his eyes widened ever so slightly, and a bright smile formed on his features, you gathered that he did.

"Yeah," He murmurs and his eyes flick over your face. "Yeah, we should. I'd really like that."

Noah looks like he wants to say more but seemingly doesn't, and you watch the very moment his eyes drop from yours down to your lips. Your heart practically slams against your chest, eyes widening as you watch him stare for a moment before dragging his eyes back up. The air around the two of you was electrified, and it was the longest three seconds of your life watching Noah's tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip before speaking.

“You can tell me if I’m moving too fast.”

“Okay.” You whisper out, heart racing beneath your chest.

“Seriously, tell me if I am. I won’t take it to heart - no hard feelings whatsoever. We can even act like this never happened, if you want, and-“

“Noah.” You cut him off and you see the blush on his cheeks the second his words come to a stop. “Just say it.”

He pauses again and you’re mentally screaming at him to just do it, to fucking ask you because for the last minute and a half you’ve been dreaming about his lips against yours, the need to kiss him growing as each moment passes.

"Can I kiss you?"

He says it so softly, you almost don't hear him. But you do, and your face heats up, stomach feeling like a bunch of butterflies were set free inside of you because he finally said it. You stare at him for a moment, words suddenly becoming too much, so you settle for a simple nod instead. The nerves from earlier return, but this time mixed with excitement.

You remember the last time you kissed Noah and you can't hide the shiver that runs through your body. Memories of that night flood through your mind and typically the thought is always met with disappointment, but this time it's something much different. You don't dwell on the after, and the feeling he left you behind with, instead you're reminded of the way his lips felt against yours, and the way his hands felt trailing over your body.

You shift in your seat to turn towards him, slight disappointment filling you when his hand left yours, but the disappointment was then replaced by even more excitement when that very hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

His eyes drop to your lips again, palm resting against the side of your face and you can't help but nuzzle into the touch. His thumb brushes across your cheek and your breath hitches when you see him lean in. Your eyes flutter shut as you suck in a deep breath, anticipating the moment his lips finally meet yours.

You know it’s not your first time kissing him. Far from it actually, but it feels like the first time all over again. It’s not like fireworks set off the second your lips pressed together, it wasn’t anything cliche. Instead, something much softer happens, something you haven’t felt in a very long time.

It starts from the tip of your head, right down to your toes. Warmth spreads through you, almost like a dull, comfortable ache, just letting you know that it’s there. That it’s real. Your chest does that thing where it feels weighted, but not in the anxiety inducing way. No, in a nice way.

You briefly wonder if he feels the same, like things are finally clicking into place.

Your lips move together slowly and you hear him sigh softly against your mouth. The hand against your cheek moves to the back of your neck to keep you there as he deepens the kiss, and you feel yourself physically melt in his embrace. You don’t remember the last time he kissed you like this, or if he ever has, but you quickly realize you never want him to kiss you any other way.

You part after a moment, the two of you needing to catch your breath. His forehead rests against yours and he chuckles softly, eyes remaining shut.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” He confesses, eyes fluttering open to find you already staring at him, a gentle smile on your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Since the moment you came out.”

You stare at each other, soft smiles and shared breath. He’s the first to pull away and you don’t know what takes over you, and think maybe you’re the one moving too fast, but the overwhelming urge to keep him with you fills your every sense, the tips of your fingers buzzing with the need to pull him back. You realize you’re not ready for tonight to be over, and you really want to kiss him again.

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

"Do you want to come in?"

Noah blinks, your words slowly registering. His eyes widen slightly and you almost laugh at the look he gives you, like you're crazy for even asking him that.

"You want me to... come in?"

"Yeah," You nod and this time you let your eyes drop to his mouth, keeping your gaze there as you say, "I really want you to."

"Are you sure?" He sounds concerned, and your eyes drag up his face to see his brows furrowed. "I... I don't want you to think that I kissed you because I was like, I don't know, expecting something. Because I wasn't. I just..." His cheeks flush. "I just really wanted to kiss you."

Your chest does that weird thing again, the warmth telling you I’m here, this is real, and you reach out for his hand again. His blush deepens but doesn't pull away, eyes dragging back up towards you.

“If you don’t want to, that’s completely fine. I don’t want you to feel forced.” Your eyes scan his face before locking your gaze with his, and your heart says fuck it. “But I really don’t want you to leave yet, so yes. I’m sure. I want you to come in.”

Noah stares at you for a long moment, curious eyes scanning over your face. You see the exact second that they soften and you think he's going to say yes. But instead he shakes his head, giving you a small, yet sad smile.

"Not tonight." Your heart drops and Noah's smile slips, noticing your shift in demeanor, lips now dipping down into a frown. "I want to. Trust me, I do. But..." His words trail off as he gives your hand another squeeze. "I wasn't kidding when I said I want to do this right."

Your shoulders sag a bit when his words settle in, because deep down you knew he was right. Even though you want nothing more than to drag him upstairs with you, you knew this was moving too fast. This was you being irrational, running on current feelings, rather than thinking logically.

"...Okay." You say slowly, a pout forming on your lips. "You're right. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sorry."

“Don’t apologize.” Noah gives you another smile and the pout on your face vanishes. “It’s taking everything in me to not say fuck it and go up there with you… but I know I shouldn’t. Not tonight, at least.”

Your stomach turns at the implication of his words. Not tonight, at least. Meaning there will most likely be another night where he drops you off, and instead of saying no… maybe he’d stay. You try to hold back the smile that’s threatening to form, but you can’t stop it, instead turning your head towards the window.

"Okay. Not tonight."

You count to ten to try and collect yourself before turning your head to look at him again, the smile you were trying to hide growing wider when you catch him already staring. You hold each other's gaze for a long moment, sharing the same knowing smile.

His hand unlaces from yours again and reaches for your face, humming out your name softly. If you had cared, maybe you would've been embarrassed how quickly you were already leaning back in, but you didn't care at all. All that mattered to you was getting one more kiss from him.

It's much softer than the last kiss you shared, just a slight brush of your lips, but enough to have your chest aching and mind racing. It ends as soon as it starts, Noah being the first to pull away again. His lips brush over your cheek before pulling away fully, giving you a dazed smile.

"Would kiss you all night if I could," He hums out.

"I mean, you could." Your teasing words are mumbled, the corners of your lips tugging into a smile at the sound of his chuckle.

"You're not helping."

"Sorry."

You're not and Noah knows that, giving you a playful glare as you unclip your seatbelt. You give him a bright smile, confidence flooding your veins as you initiate the first move, leaning over the console to plant your lips gently against his cheek. When you pull back, his face is flushed and he's staring at you so softly, it physically pains you that you have to leave him.

"Text me when you get home?" Your hand is already on the door handle and Noah nods.

"Of course."

With one last shared look, you whisper your goodbyes before finally exiting his car. You wave at him through the window and he waves back, looking as shy as ever, and your heart thuds against your chest. You have to turn on your heels and keep your back to him, training your focus on your apartment because you're about two seconds away from running back to the car and kissing the fuck out of him.

It isn't until you're halfway through your skincare routine when your heart finally slows down, and your smile isn't so wide that it's actually hurting your cheeks. You can't stop thinking about Noah, about tonight, and how hopeful you are for what's to come next. You hear your phone go off in your bedroom right as you finish applying your moisturizer, stomach flipping at who it could possibly be.

You already knew it was Noah, and your smile widens again as you finally check the message, settling under the covers of your bed.

Sorry for taking so long to text, got interrogated the second I got home lol

You laugh at the thought of his friends throwing questions at him the second he stepped inside. You could almost see the way his brows probably furrowed, giving them all a very unamused expression while Nicholas stood across from him, arms crossed with a look that screamed you’re welcome.

LOL 😂

What did Nicholas have to say?

Shocked that I even came home lol thought I would've stayed the night.

Did you tell him it was offered? 🙄

...Yes 😐 then he called me a loser for saying I wanted to take this slow and do it right this time lol

Your face heats up at this text, heart skipping a beat at his confession. Noah's adamant attitude on doing this right made you feel warm all over, and any worries you had left on his intentions flew out the window. You weren't worried about him using you or hurting you again. You knew he was being honest. He was trying. The reminder made your stomach swirl.

Well, I don’t think you’re a loser.

But I do think it's cute how determined you are.

Yeah?

Yeah. Very.

His next message comes about five minutes later and you think that maybe he's fallen asleep, but your phone goes off again.

I'm glad you think it's cute. I was worried you'd think I was making up an excuse because I didn't want to stay. Trust me, I did. Hardest thing I've ever had to do lol

You smile, thumbs flying across your screen.

I think getting out of your car tonight was the hardest thing I've ever had to do 😭 but I get it. Too fast for the first date. We've got time.

Yeah, we do. 🙂

The rest of the night both you and Noah exchanged messages until you fell asleep, a soft smile on your lips and the thought of your next date on your mind.

The next few weeks flew by like a blur. You saw Noah again that next weekend for your second official date, and he left you again with just a kiss and a promise of next time. A second date then turned into a third, and a third turned into a fourth, and then a fifth, and that just turned into seeing each other during the week, until eventually you just stopped calling them dates all together.

It was a weird feeling to have this routine with Noah. During the week, you'd hang out with each other casually. Maybe meet up on your lunch break, or after you get off work going over to his place while he's finishing up whatever studio time he scheduled for that day. You'd lounge on the couch in his studio until he was finished before you ended up on the couch downstairs, curled up against each other as you join him and his roommate for whatever anime they've decided to binge that week. Sometimes he'd come over to yours on a random Wednesday evening, take-out in tow. Like tonight.

You had been texting throughout your work day, complaining about the amount of work your boss had left for you with such short notice. You weren't expecting him to show up after you had gotten home, smiling at you sheepishly when you opened the door. Now here you were, take-out eaten, and the two of you curled up on your couch together.

You're not sure what to even call this relationship between the two of you. You haven't discussed it, and truthfully you haven't even thought much about it. You've just been enjoying your time with him. It was nice, and the urges from your first date were completely forgotten.

Well. Almost forgotten.

In all honesty, you were fine with not having sex. In the beginning when this all began - or rather, restarted - you were scared that your relationship with Noah would only ever be physical. Yeah, there had been casual moments between the two of you before you started hooking up, but for almost two years it was all you would ever do.

You knew why he wanted to do this right this time around and take it slow, because he was thinking the same exact thing as you. Were these emotions based solely on the physical intimacy you both shared or were they actually real?

After weeks of fleeting touches, and lots of kisses that left you breathless, you soon realized there was more to it than just getting in bed together. You realized just how easy it was for you two, how natural it all felt. You liked Noah, and jumping back into bed with him was the last thing on your mind.

Except, well, right now.

You can't seem to stop staring at his hands, watching as they drag lazily up and down your legs. At first it was fine, you're used to his touch at this point, but his hands kept dragging up higher and higher to the point that it made you squirm. The way his fingers would dip into the flesh of your thighs and grip, before rubbing the spot smoothly.

Your mind raced at the familiarity of it, reminding you of the way his hands would roam your thighs before hiking them up on his hips. It felt almost deliberate, but you knew it wasn't. Noah was way too focused on this damn show to even realize what the fuck he wasn't doing to you right now.

You suddenly felt hot. You knew your face was flushed and it's gotten to the point where you have to keep shifting, legs moving against his lap to get into a more comfortable position. Except nothing worked and you were left chronically uncomfortable. There was no solution if Noah kept gripping your thighs like that.

After the fourth time of squirming in your seat, you finally hear Noah calling out your name, a laugh soon following.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

You blink, eyes dragging up from the hands on your thighs to Noah's burning gaze, lips tugged in a small smirk.

"Huh?"

"Said your name like five times, I think." Noah laughs again, his smirk growing. "Where'd you go?"

"Uh. Nowhere." Nice save.

"Nowhere, huh?" You nod. "Then I'm sure you can tell me what's happening now in the show, right?"

"Um." His teasing tone only makes your face hotter and you turn your focus towards the television, eyes squinting. "Well, you see-"

"You have no idea what's going on, do you?"

Your shoulders slump forward defeatedly, turning your head back towards Noah.

"I was thinking, okay?"

"Yeah?" His hands move up and down your legs again and your eyes immediately snap towards them, swallowing down the lump in your throat as his fingers dig into your flesh again. "About what?"

"Jesus, you're asking way too many questions."

"And you're ignoring every single one." His features soften, the smirk now being replaced by a pout. "If you're bored we can watch something else."

"I'm not bored."

"Then what's up? It's like you're barely here."

"I told you, I was thinking. Just in my head, s'all." He gives you an unconvinced look. "I swear! Nothing's wrong."

"Alright, then what were you thinking so hard about?" Your eyes drop to his hands again almost by instinct and you watch closely how they caress your skin. You can't stop the shiver that runs through your body. "...Oh."

You blink back up at him, the softness in his gaze replaced by something else, and a knowing smirk settling onto his lips. Shit. You'd been caught. Your face burns under his eyes and you look anywhere but him, huffing out your response.

"Can you fucking blame me? You're gripping onto me for dear life, dude. Hard to focus on anything else."

Noah laughs. "Sorry?"

"You should be." You grumble, arms crossing over your chest.

"I can’t help myself," His response comes moments later and you finally bravely gaze at him, seeing that his focus was now on his own hands. They run up and down your thighs much slower this time, much more deliberately, and you shivered under his touch again. "Just like touching you, I guess. Didn't even realize I was doing it."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." His eyes flick up to yours and you watch the second they drag slowly down to your lips. "You're always very soft. Feels nice."

You stare at him for a second, much longer than you should, and before you know it you're suddenly settling in his lap. It happens so quickly you don't even realize you're doing it before your lips are sliding across his, your fingers tangling in his hair. You're kissing him like your life depended on it, your whines muffled by his mouth as his fingers grip your hips, dragging you against him as he kisses you back just as desperately.

You tug his hair in response, and his pretty gasp against your lips has you feeling like you're fucking crazy. You need him. You fucking crave him. It's been far too long without this, without feeling him, you suddenly wonder how you've gone this long without it. Your kissing settles down to something less messy, but still deep and so full of emotion, Noah has to pull away to catch his breath.

He stares at you now with wide, glossy brown eyes, and you have to physically restrain yourself from kissing the fuck out of him again.

"Fuck." He whispers under his breath, a chuckle following. You feel his fingers dig into your hips again and you roll yourself against him, his breath hitching. "Oh fuck."

You don't hold back this time, rocking yourself against his lap. Your head dips down to ghost your lips against his cheek and then down his jaw, until you're nestled against his neck. You suck gently against the skin there before pulling back to blow cool air against him, Noah shivering underneath you.

"Shit. Baby, wait." The pet name alone has you seeing stars and you can’t help but ignore him, rocking your hips against him with more speed, lips attaching to his neck again. "Fuck, wait. Wait, wait, wait."

He has to pull you off of him and you barely pay any mind to the noise that leaves you, probably the most pathetic whine you've ever let out in your life. You meet his gaze again to see his eyes are much more blown out than before, and that same glossy look.

“Are you…” He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut before speaking again. “Fuck. Are you sure?”

Your heart tugs at the sincere tone in his voice, concern sketched into his features. Even after weeks you can tell he’s still worried of moving too fast, of doing something you’re uncomfortable with.

“Noah,” You sigh out, fingers carding through his hair absentmindedly. You swear you hear him purr. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure in my entire life.”

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” You hum out gently, your hands moving from his hair to cup the sides of his face. “Are you sure? If you’re not ready-“

“Fuck, I’m ready. I’m so ready.” He lets out a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but follow suit, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I just. I didn’t want to move too fast, you know? I wanted to do it right this time, but…”

His voice trails off and you feel the hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into you. You make a noise and shift against his lap, gasping soon after when you feel his cock hardening beneath you. God, he wants this just as bad as you.

“I think we’ve done it right.” You all but whisper, head dipping back down. “Don’t you think?”

It takes him a moment to respond, blinking up at you before a smile spreads across his features. His head tilts up just enough to where your lips barely touch, mumbling out, “…I think so, too.”

You don’t respond, just crash your lips to his in another bruising kiss. He groans against your mouth and you feel his hips press up, causing you to grind down against him. He swears, fingers digging into your hips before he pulls back seconds later, eyeing you.

You know that look and sit back in his lap, trying to maintain eye contact while you pull your shirt up and over your head. Noah’s eyes widen, the hands on your hips sliding up to your waist, squeezing.

“Fucking beautiful.” You hear him murmur before he leans back in, this time his lips attaching to your collarbone.

Your head drops back, letting him scatter kisses along your skin. Eyes shutting, your fingers card through his hair and tug hard. The noise he lets out has your entire body shivering, tugging again just so you could hear it one more time.

Your hand drops from his hair to reach behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall. Noah swears again, followed by another delicious noise that’s suspiciously similar to a whine, before dropping his head. You gasp at the feeling of both of his lips wrapping around a swollen bud, while you feel his fingers toying with the other.

You feel insane already and he hasn’t even done a damn thing. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, let alone Noah, but whatever it is you hope this feeling never goes away.

He takes his time, switching back and forth between tongue and fingers while you pathetically grind yourself in his lap. You think you could very well come just from this, which is absolutely insane, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in a long fucking time.

Your breath catches in your throat when he suddenly pulls away, gently pushing you off his lap and then onto your back on the couch. The dark look in his eyes as he stares down at you has your lips parting and breath hitching, hands reaching for him.

“Off.” You breathe out, fingers wrapping around the fabric of his shirt and immediately tugging up.

He doesn’t say anything in response, just nods his head before pulling his shirt off. It’s your turn to stare at him with wide eyes, scanning over the tattoos that’s etched across his skin. You almost utter the same words he’d just spoken moments ago, fucking beautiful, but can’t seem to make out any words. Instead you just whine out something incoherent, grabbing for him.

He’s quick to drape himself over you, leaning down to catch your lips in another kiss as his hands roam your body. You instinctively raise your hips up off the couch when you feel his fingers dip into the waistband of your pants. They’re thrown somewhere in your living room, probably with your shirts, but you can’t even think of where the fuck they went when you feel his finger swipe through your already soaked folds.

“Holy shit.” He grits out. “You’re so fucking…”

He doesn’t even get to finish his words, a whine escaping from the back of his throat as he makes his way down your body, slowly working you with his finger. You throw your head back against the arm rest, groaning softly at the feeling of him slowly pushing his finger in.

You whimper out his name, hips shifting down to meet his touch, and you feel his breath against your hip.

“I know, baby.” His voice is rough and he presses a kiss against your hip. You feel his finger curls perfectly, hit that spot that has you shouting out and hands flying down, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck.”

It doesn’t take too much longer until he’s able to slip a second finger in with ease, thumb circling around your swollen clit. It’s as if he knows what you need without you asking, already knowing how to work your body. You’re not even sure if you’re saying words at this point, too focused on the way his fingers feel and moving your hips in time with him. It’s overwhelming at how good it all feels.

You whine loudly at the feeling of his fingers parting from you, and Noah shushes you as he works his way back up your body.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He coos out, lips pressing to your neck and then up your cheek, before moving to your lips. “Need to be inside you. Please?”

You arch into him, nodding desperately at his request. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck. Please.”

With one last kiss to your lips, he pulls away long enough to push his sweats and boxers down. You watch him with hooded eyes, dragging your eyes up and down his body. You absentmindedly bite down on your bottom lip, too dazed off the need for him to even realize he was speaking to you.

“…Hm?” The second call of your name pulls you from your thoughts, staring back up at him.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck.” You hadn’t even thought about it, too caught up in the moment. Your hands come up to cover your face, laughter muffled behind them. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Yeah, neither did I.” Noah laughs along with you and you feel him lean back down, kissing around your hands that covered part of your face. “Bedroom?”

"Mhm." You hum out, hands dropping from your face before turning your head, catching Noah's lips with your own. "...but I'm fine without one, if you are. I don't think I can wait a second longer."

Noah groans against your lips, pulling away only to drop his head down to where your neck and shoulder meet, lips grazing across your skin.

"Fuck. Are you sure?" His hips shift, causing his hardened cock to slip between your slick folds and you both gasp.

"Yes." You whimper, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him there. "I haven’t been with anyone since, and I trust you, just... please.”

“I haven’t been with anyone either.”

He stays there for a beat longer, and you already know the wheels in his head are turning. It’s a risky move, you’re sure he knows that, but God… You don’t think you can go a second longer without him inside you, and the thought of feeling all of him is enough to send your mind racing.

His hips shift again, the head of his cock rocking into your swollen clit and you have to hold back a moan, another desperate “Please,” slipping from your lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He sits up, hands running down the lengths of your thighs before hiking them up along his hips. You watch with hooded eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few tugs. The noise that falls from his lips is enough to make you feel desperate, arching off the couch again as you whisper his name.

You needed him now.

You both make a noise similar to a choked whine when he swipes the tip through your folds before finally pushing in, the stretch causing the air to leave your lungs completely. You’ve had him so many times like this before but it still feels all brand new. The groan Noah lets out above you has you pressing up into him, a moan of his name falling off your lips.

"Shit." He groans, head dropping to your shoulder. "Missed this. Missed you. Fuck."

His words echo through your mind and weigh heavy on your chest because you knew that he meant it, wasn’t just saying to save face. He was letting those walls down for you, baring himself and letting you see the real him for a split second. No hiding. Just Noah.

The moment itself is so overwhelming that you catch yourself blinking away the burning in your eyes as you cling to him. You never thought you’d get back to this moment with Noah, and to a place where feelings were mutual. No more running away with the what ifs and second guessing. You both are here now, and that tight feeling in your chest is telling you that it’s fucking real and he’s not going anywhere.

A quiet plea of his name falling from your lips. He lifts his head up to stare down at you, eyes softening when he notices your glossy gaze. His forehead rests against yours and you let out another moan, pressing your chest into his again.

“Say it back. Please.”

“I missed you. I always miss you, Noah.” Is all you can say in one jagged breath, words slurring together.

You think you notice his eyes begin to get glossy, but they’re quickly blinked away and you’re wondering if you had made it up. Instead of responding, Noah tilts his head down to kiss you.

His hips start to move, rocking into you so slowly as your lips slide together. You pull away at a rather hard thrust of his hips, a surprised moan slipping from you as you throw your head back against the arm rest. His head drops to your chest, speeding up his movements.

You stay like that for a moment - your head thrown back in complete bliss as Noah’s mouth moves ever your chest, kissing and licking whatever he could reach. That overwhelming feeling comes back and you’re pulling his head up to you again, whining quietly.

“Noah,” You whimper, lips brushing against his.

“I’m right here, baby.” He hums out, a moan soon following at the feeling of you clenching around him. His hips rock into yours as you try to cling to him, urge to be closer overtaking you. “Not going anywhere.”

You want to say something back, that you know he isn’t, but you can’t get anything out except a low, quiet mewl of his name. The sound of skin against skin fills your ears as Noah snaps his hips against yours, sending you closer and closer to complete bliss. You’re barely even kissing, lips barely touching as you whimper into each other's mouths.

You gasp when you feel his hand slide down between your bodies, fingers brushing over where the two of you met. He finally kisses you the second his fingers press against your swollen clit, your body jolting at the touch.

“Oh fuck.” You cry out the second he pulls away, eyes rolling back.

His forehead presses against your collarbone, eyes dropping to where the two of you met as he gave another hard, shallow thrust. You chant his name like a fucking prayer as his fingers speed up, and you can tell the end is almost near.

“Wanna feel you.” He whimpers out, nuzzling his face back against your neck. “Fuck. I… I need to feel you. Baby, please.”

It doesn’t take much longer, combined with the feel of his cock and rough fingers against your clit you find yourself shouting his name moments later. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks and you barely even register the animalistic noise you make, body arching further into his. You hear Noah hiss against your skin, your cunt sparking around his cock and fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you ride out your high.

You don’t know where you start or where you end, don’t even know if you actually did, aftershocks hitting your body even well after Noah pulled out and fisted his cock. You watch with hooded eyes as he spills his release over your stomach, a quiet cry of your name leaving him.

Exhaustion and pure bliss fill your every sense, and you don’t even notice Noah leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You also don’t notice him leaving, eyes fluttering open when you feel the weight of the couch shift and something warm drags across your stomach, and then between your thighs.

You think he’s going to get up again but he doesn’t, instead laying the towel on the floor beside the couch and mumbling something about getting it later. He drapes himself over top of you again and instinctively you cling, arms wrapping around him to pull him closer to you.

His face nuzzles back against the crook of your neck and your hand finds a home in his hair, carding through it slowly.

“Thank you.” Noah hums out after a moment, the feeling of his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver.

“For what?”

“For giving me another chance.” His voice is so small, so quiet, you barely hear it muffled against your neck, but you do.

That burning feeling is back in your eyes and you try to blink it away, thanking whatever higher power that Noah can’t see your face right now. You scratch at his scalp gently and turn your head, lips brushing against his hair.

“Well… Thank you for trusting me.”

You think your words catch him by surprise when you feel him still in your arms, but then melts back against your chest. You don’t think it’s possible but he somehow presses himself closer to you, and the weight of him on top of you brings a sort of comfort that you’re never going to get used to.

You think you should get up, maybe drag him to the shower with you and then get right back in bed, but the silence right now is nice. You let yourself bask in it with Noah for just a moment longer, scratching at his scalp again. He makes a noise, something soft and happy, and in that moment you’re happy that you gave him another chance, too.

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Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 21

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending, but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence, sex explicit, voyeurism.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind, and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

NOAH

My restless fingers wouldn’t stop drumming on the wooden bar table for even a minute. Everyone around me was dividing their time between laughter and more shots of tequila, but since I arrived, I’d only watched the ice melt in my glass, barely touching my water, so inert in agonizing thoughts that boiled my brain like a cauldron.

“Did you hear what I said, Noah?” Ruffilo nudged my arm, snapping me out of it and reminding me to release my lips from between my teeth.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly.

“Forget it.” He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the others. “It seems like your mind’s somewhere else.”

And it definitely was, though I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Sorry.”

“Man, we just won three major awards for the band, and even in a moment like this, you can’t relax and enjoy it with us. When was the last time we did something together?” he protested, grabbing my attention again. “You don’t even remember, since you can barely stay in the same room with us for more than five minutes.”

Having this kind of conversation while I couldn’t even focus on the general topic at the table seemed ridiculous. Every mental path led me back to her—how she was dressed, how her perfume filled my senses when she moved near me, how she teased me with her tone of voice. She could be anywhere in this damned city, and I needed desperately to find her.

“Give me the car keys,” I demanded, snapping out of my trance, clenching my fingers tightly in the palm of my hand. Ruffilo stared at me, flexing his lips with mild disappointment at my lack of attention to his earlier speech, but I just couldn’t help it.

I felt on the brink of collapse, my body temperature fluctuating wildly, and my breathing failing miserably. If I didn’t see her now, I might explode.

“Noah, you’re not well.”

“Give me the keys now!” I growled, clenching my fists so tightly I heard a bone crack.

Shaking his head slowly, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to me. I stood up promptly, hearing murmurs behind me—questions about where I was going. Ruffilo spared himself the trouble of extending the conversation and shifted the topic as soon as I walked out of the bar.

The cold night air hit me, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. My heart felt like it was about to burst through my skin, every muscle in my body tense and rigid, as though bracing for a fight. I started the car with a rush that barely made sense, my hands slipping on the steering wheel from the sweat.

I had no plan. No idea where she could be. But I had to find her. It was as if something greater than myself was pushing me forward. It wasn’t just a need; it was like a fever, a corrosive sensation that refused to relent.

I drove through the city like a madman, hitting the speed limit, passing every bar, every corner, every damned place I knew she might be. My eyes darted frantically from one point to another, hungry, desperate. The steering wheel groaned under the pressure of my grip, but I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t calm down.

Every detail about her was etched into me like a curse. Her scent, her laughter, the way she played with her hair. Even now, it all seemed ingrained in my brain, mocking me, calling me to keep searching.

I stopped at a red light, the engine humming as I tapped my fingers impatiently on the dashboard. My reflection stared back at me from the rearview mirror: red eyes, clenched jaw, an almost unhinged expression. What the hell was happening to me?

When the light turned green, I sped off, ignoring the speed limit sign. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except her. Every street seemed longer than it should have been; every bar where she wasn’t left an unbearable void. The collar of my shirt felt suffocating.

Finally, I turned onto a narrow side street that seemed to lead nowhere. I parked carelessly and stepped out of the car, body tense, breathing heavy. My eyes scanned the area as if she might appear at any moment.

I could end this madness now and go home, but I heard a distant sound, as if coming from a few streets away. The beat of the music reminded me of live industrial metal. Maybe she was there.

The bar, with no visible name thanks to a broken, unlit sign, was a well-known biker club in the city. I’d looked it up on the way and found out that big MCs gathered there daily to drink and listen to old-school rock. The place reeked of beer, the music was deafening, and the brick walls were covered with band posters. It didn’t take much to realize I completely stood out among the bearded patrons in leather vests and gold teeth.

The entire time I wandered around, there was no sign of her. Restlessness settled at the top of my throat as I sat down at a table, overheating while my head filled with scattered thoughts.

She was fucking hot, and five seconds in this place would be enough to attract every pair of eyes to her and her body exposed by that sheer dress.

“Noah?” A friendly voice cut through my thoughts, making me look up at the waitress smiling as she placed a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the table. “It’s from the lady over there.”

I turned my head slowly to the other side of the bar, and there she was—the devil herself.

Smiling, sitting cross-legged on a pool table, just having won a game against the men gathered around her. She waved at me with wicked mockery, raising her glass in a toast, clearly reading the furious expression on my face as I saw each of them ogling her body—my body—with hungry eyes and malicious smiles.

The ease with which she received those admiring looks disturbed me beyond reason, because I was as bewitched as they were. I couldn't see anything else around me; I was drowning in how stupidly beautiful she looked with her hair swept to the side and her bright eyes lined with dark makeup, making them look like a cat's.

Our sips of whiskey were synchronized, and we watched each other through the glass of our drinks. Judging by her bold demeanor, I figured this wasn’t her first round. The music grew louder, and if my attention weren’t entirely locked on her, I might have known more about who the singer was. But I felt an overwhelming need to monitor her every move, fighting the urge to choke anyone who tilted their head to watch her pass.

Her body on the pool table moved sensually to the music, every motion seemingly calculated to set my sanity on fire. From behind the table, I watched helplessly—just as she wanted. My bottle was already half-empty, and I gripped my glass so tightly it was on the verge of shattering in my hands, while the filthy expressions on the guys' faces grew more intense as they slipped notes at her feet.

Her hips swayed slowly from side to side, rising and falling effortlessly as she glanced at me over her shoulder, intensifying the pressure in my pants and the urge to gouge out my own eyes with every second of this torment.

I lost focus for more than two seconds, running my restless hand over my face, and when I looked back at her, some guy was sliding his hand along her leg. The fun of the game ended when I downed the last sip of my drink, emptied the bottle, and slammed the glass onto the table.

I rose abruptly from my chair and stormed toward the distracted girl, her eyes closed, yanking her off the pool table with a swift, violent motion. Grabbing her body with my free hand, I threw her over my shoulder.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she yelled as I carried her toward the back of the bar. She beat her hands against my back, and I felt my ribs vibrate with the effort she was putting in, but my rage was greater.

Once we were far enough from the noise of the bar, in the bathroom corridor, I set her back on the floor, but not without cornering her against the wall to prevent her escape.

“Every time you act crazy, I’ll act insane. That’s how you like to play, isn’t it?” I snarled, gripping her chin and pressing our noses together. “Don’t ever do that again. Do you hear me, damn it?”

It felt as if the last shred of sanity I had had turned to dust. Her eyes opened, surprised, for a few seconds. She saw something in my face that made her shoulders slowly relax, her breathing uneven.

“So you found me…” she said innocently, her fingertips teasingly tracing the line of my arm. Her voice was hoarse, alluring, and suggestive.

“You could’ve hidden on the other side of the world, and I still would’ve sniffed you out like a damn animal until I found you,” I assured her, brushing our faces together slowly. “I always find you.”

“Looks like you’ve won this round.”

“Want to watch me win the next?”

I used a near-whispering tone, carving my words into her skin with my lips as punctuation. Her chest rose and fell subtly; she didn’t want to give in easily, but her body told another story.

“Are you willing to wager the biggest bet at the table, sir?”

She challenged me with a sharp smile on her rosy lips.

“What’s your price?”

“All-in.”

“All my chips?” I raised an eyebrow at her audacity.

“Playing fair doesn’t suit us, Noah…”

My hand slid from her face to the back of her neck, gripping her hair and tilting her head upward. I traced the tip of my nose from her shoulder to her neck, inhaling her scent as if I needed it to keep living. Truth be told, I did.

“That’s the price to have me as yours for one hour.”

Our gazes locked, and within her dilated pupils, I saw the reason for my downfall. She was hell in the form of a woman, my sickness, my torment, my damn contradiction, and the reason I wanted to become worse each day, just to be someone worthy of her.

But I had never felt more alive than when I had her in my arms.

She was mine.

My answer was to press our lips together in a hungry, voracious kiss. My body burned with urgency to have her again, desperate, famished, willing to do anything not to ruin this again. The taste of her lips, still the same green apple flavor, seemed better, warmer, just like the friction of our bodies as I pressed her against the wall, lifting the fabric of her dress.

Our steps tangled as we entered the bar bathroom, leaving the sound of the music as an echo in the background. I used the momentum to sit her on the counter, fitting my body between her legs as her nimble hands wasted no time ripping my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.

My lips struggled to leave hers, even for a few seconds, and with a disbelieving smile, she realized my free hand and teeth had joined forces to tear the thin fabric of her dress in two, exposing her perfect body, goosebumps forming from the breeze sneaking through the vent.

I pulled a joint from my pocket and placed it between my lips as she flicked the lighter to ignite it. After a few drags, the bathroom was nothing but smoke, camouflaging the pair of men leaning against a stall, watching us.

We shared the smoke as I exhaled it over her lips, passing the joint to her. With every puff, my lips trailed down the length of her body, making her arch her back when I alternated kisses with bites that left marks on her skin. The heat between her legs revealed my approach, and as I positioned one of them over my shoulder, I traced a path, marking from her thigh to her groin.

Her scent was the finest antidote. She was so aroused that her wetness seeped through the sides of her thin panties, which I pushed aside with the help of my finger. The gasps escaping her lips, mixed with the smoke, fused with the sighs of her attentive eyes watching my tongue slowly trace along her inner thigh, getting acquainted with the area as it brushed against her labia.

With one hand, I pressed her down further, pinning her against my face while dragging my tongue slowly upward, my fingers digging into the side of her body before sliding over her ass. I explored the surroundings, deliberately avoiding her clit, torturing her with the slow rhythm of my teasing tongue. Using my free hand, I spread her legs further, moving my fingers to stimulate the narrow space between her first and second entrances.

Applying pressure, I palmed her ass to keep her from squirming under the urging of my fingers and dove headfirst into the well of arousal her pussy carried. I alternated between soft suction and hungry licks, dragging my lips side to side.

I spared her nothing; I wanted to feel everything. From the intoxicating scent she exuded as her excitement grew under the assault of my tongue exploring every corner of her hot, wet pussy, to the sound of her moans, urgent and pleading under the slow rhythm of my fingers.

My eyes were fixed on her, on the effort she made to keep control as my finger slid toward her second entrance, forcing it in while she muffled her moan with another drag from the joint. I captured her clit with a suck and began to swirl my tongue over it, pressing deeper inside her with my finger.

I had to pin her body to the stone counter with the hand gripping her waist, her visible restlessness betraying her as I started to fuck her ass with my finger, all while keeping my tongue swirling relentlessly on her clit.

“Fuck, Noah…” she sobbed, trying to close her legs.

The escalating moans fueled my desperation to devour her more frantically. I buried my face in the fresh pool of juice forming around her, sucking and drinking her liquid while holding my finger steady at the peak of her excitement. Her back stiffened, and her legs around my shoulders spasmed, her moans growing louder and more erratic as I added another finger inside her pussy, fucking both entrances at once.

The only sounds, aside from her nails scratching the firm material of the counter, were the breaths of the men watching us from the shadows.

We didn’t care about being watched; I dare say we might have even liked it. I wanted them to see that everything before them belonged to me. That moan was mine, that body was mine, that pussy dripping onto my lips was mine, and this damn woman was mine, too.

Like the good girl she was, she avoided eye contact with them, focusing all her attention on me. But deep down, she enjoyed being worshiped—and she deserved it.

The rhythm followed the tension in her body, and the closer she got to her climax, the more pressure I applied with my fingers, teasing her with deliberate halts at the crest. Hearing her whimper was like music to my ears. I reversed the swirl of my tongue, smirking as her head tilted back as if pleading with the heavens.

I wasn’t ready to let her come just yet, so I pulled away from her clit as I withdrew my fingers from inside her. I licked my lips, savoring her taste, corrupting the remaining shred of sanity I had left. The growl I heard from her betrayed her frustration; she wanted more. I didn’t let that feeling linger as I dragged her off the counter by her legs and turned her around.

Facing our reflections simultaneously in the mirror, I let my hands roam her body, pressing my face against her skin until she tilted her head to the side. As I kissed her shoulder, I opened my eyes and noticed something different. I quickly dismissed the thought, moving my lips up to her neck, guiding her forward by gripping her hair at the nape.

With my free hand, I spread her legs apart, lifting one onto the counter until she was fully exposed to me. My cock throbbed against the fabric of my jeans as I stroked it and slowly pressed the tip against her entrance, eliciting a soft gasp.

My lips grazed the side of her face as I held the base of her hair tightly, my desire-crazed gaze locked onto her reflection.

“Look at your reflection in the mirror. What does it tell you?” I whispered so only she could hear.

I teased her by pushing the tip of my cock into her entrance, then pulling it out just as quickly, smirking at the sound of her disappointed moan.

“That you’re mine, mine, mine, mine. And no decree from heaven or hell will change that. I don’t need to go all-in for what already belongs to me. Do you know why?”

“Because you can,” she declared, her voice a breathy whisper.

"I can," I ground out, my words wrenching a loud moan from her lips as I drove into her all at once.

Our bodies were fused as one with the long thrust I held for a few seconds, savoring her sob of agony. The hand gripping the roots of her hair dragged her sweaty face to brush against mine while my hips drove into hers. I stifled her moan with a desperate kiss, devouring her swollen, tender lips, slightly bruised from bites.

All control slipped from me as I felt her grinding on my cock, turning the back-and-forth into a dance synchronized with the rhythm of our united bodies, evolving gradually as she threw me that deranged look while halting the head of my cock at her tight entrance. Her teasing drew a ragged breath from me, echoing into her ear, urging her to continue. Her body was completely exposed over the mirror, yet her shimmering gaze remained locked on mine. In the edge of my peripheral vision, I noticed her fingers moving to her pussy, stimulating her clit as she took my thrusts.

"I hate the devil who sculpted your body," I declared hoarsely. "I thank him for the blessing of having created you, but I hate him for having touched you."

"He made me intentionally to corrupt the purest of heaven. I see no goodness left in you, Noah," she said in a soft tone of denial. "I warned you I’d taint your soul by being the first and last woman of your life."

I explored her body with my hand, leaving no place untouched. I traced the texture of her thigh, ridged with deep scars. I warmed myself in the heat she emitted as my hand traveled up her abdomen, cupping her full, firm breast that spilled over the sides of my fingers.

"The thing is, I was never a good man. I’m just a dirty player," I murmured, trailing the path from her neck to her ear with my wet lips. "Like you."

"Then tell me, what will you do to the eyes that watch the woman who’s yours once this game is over?"

The unique scent of her skin made me transcend.

Transcend directly into hell.

For a moment, I had forgotten about the two guys watching us silently, leaning against the bathroom tiles not far away. Through the mirror's reflection, I saw their eyes alternating between us, but something began to heat the back of my neck as I noticed their focus lingering on her and the motion of her fingers.

"I’ll kill them."

Her pussy grew even slicker at the icy tone of my voice, her rising body temperature giving her exactly what she wanted at her feet.

A strange feeling gnawed at me—something that burned like hatred and cut like jealousy. Possession clouded my vision, reducing everything to a dark blur as I lost control of the force driving my cock into her pussy. My pounding thrusts arched her back, her head leaning onto my chest, but even her moans didn’t break the trance hardening every muscle in my body.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in my arm as I pinned her side to our hips, I tilted her body further down. Her sharp nails clawed into my skin, and as my lips traveled across her shoulders, I sank my teeth in, channeling the strength of my relentless thrusts slamming into her womb.

Her moans were precise and sweetly pained but muffled by the tiles and the tiny window that barely ventilated the cramped room. Our attention met in the corner of her eyes, smudged with dark makeup. She gasped, her chest heaving erratically, her trembling legs barely holding under the strain.

I was close to exploding too, though I couldn’t tell if it was from lust, rage, or both.

Without pulling out, I shifted her body to face me. She quickly locked her legs around me, burying her fingers in my hair, pulling away slightly to use the momentum to slam her body against mine as I plunged in and out under her command. My hands palmed her ass in the air, taking control of her movements to deepen each thrust until the sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other filled the room as I forced myself deeper into her.

The walls of her pussy clenched so tightly around me that I stared at the wooden ceiling for a few seconds while she tilted my head back, halting the motion to grind on the head of my cock, bouncing on it. My breath hitched as her lips alternated between wet kisses and sucking, trailing from my neck to my tense jawline, locking our eyes again.

The reddish hue in her eyes from the lingering haze only enhanced the brilliance of her black tourmaline gaze. The deeper I went, against the tight pressure of her pussy gripping me involuntarily, slamming her back against the sink’s edge, the more her eyes widened, amplifying the sound of her moans.

From the exaggerated digging of her nails into my back, she was on the verge of collapse, her legs losing strength under the tremors wracking her. The agonizing tension in her body made her press our faces together, seeking any spark as she whimpered, clinging even tighter to me.

My muscles grew even more rigid every time I drove into her, and with one swift motion, I grabbed her nape with one hand and took her lips to stifle her cries with my tongue amidst the relentless thrusts. The shifts in rhythm made her retaliate against my skin and lips, but the sting of her nails tearing into my shoulder only fueled my determination to keep pulsing inside her.

Our lips parted, and her eyes, now with dilated pupils, locked onto mine. Her breathing started to steady as her body softened.

She sighed in relief, playing with the tip of my nose.

"What are you doing?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow as I felt her pull me out of her.

"Your time is up and I'm done."

"But not me!"

"That sounds like your problem, but jerking off should solve it."

Damn her.

Just like that, she treated me like a prostitute—and not even the expensive kind executives shell out big bucks for. She paid me with a spiked whiskey, fucked me, grabbed my jacket from the sink, put it on before hopping down, and flipped me off through the mirror as she backed toward the exit.

"Enjoyed watching me win this round, Noah?" she teased. "Bye, boys."

Our score was tied, and that wasn’t going to stand.

I took a deep breath, keeping my head low and hands pressed against the edge of the sink. An unearthly rage settled in my gut, spreading through my body as I caught the muttering of the two guys behind me. I dragged my fingers across the marble, thinking fast and forcing myself to adjust my expression while straightening my clothes.

With a seductive sideways smile and slow steps, I clasped my hands behind me for show, reclaiming the lewd gazes from the bar’s patrons.

"Did you like the show, boys?"

The two exchanged glances, perhaps seeing an opportunity, their sly grins widening. The older one ran his fingers through his red beard while the other scratched his goatee, their eyes darting between me and each other.

Luckily for me, they were short—no match for someone towering over them like I was.

"The girl’s got skills, but you—"

I had to fight the urge to let the drink churn back up from my stomach. Before the redhead could take a step forward, I held them in place, running my hands slowly through their hair, alternating a gentle gaze between the two like a damn tease.

"I’m glad you liked it, because that’s the last thing you’ll ever see."

I didn’t give myself time to worry about their puzzled expressions as I used the momentum to smash their heads simultaneously into the water valve behind them, leaving them slumped on the floor with a streak of blood smeared on the wall.

"Bye, boys," I waved with a smile that narrowed my eyes.

I left the bar clutching my right arm, the pain now unbearable as my adrenaline cooled. Digging through my pocket for my phone, I noticed something was missing. As I rummaged through the fabric, realization hit—my wallet was gone.

She swiped my wallet as she passed me.

I dialed the three numbers as fast as my steps toward the car and held the phone against my shoulder, running my hands through my hair when I saw my car wasn’t where I had parked it.

"Hello, is this the police?" I huffed the words, my face hot with anger. "I’d like to report a stolen car from a biker bar. No, the vehicle doesn’t have plates; the thief ripped them off before taking off."

"Can you provide a description?"

"Tall, tattooed, dark-haired, lips swollen from artificial fillers, and definitely pushing the speed limit with that Joker face all smeared with makeup," I described, plopping down on the curb and blowing stray hair from my face.

"Of the car, sir."

"Oh, it’s a graphite-colored Jaguar."

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[fuck1ng-queen]

By candlelight

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2k

Warnings: Husband and wife, masturbation, oral, taking care of your man 

Author comments: hi! how are you all? i'd like to say i'm completely happy for how my first fic in bad omens fandom was so well received, you're all too kind and sweet and i apreciate that SO much! this time i did something with an extra spice because the first one was more fluffy, i hope you like it too. my ask box is always opened for requests and everything else, fell free to talk, i'll love it! english isn't my first language, so please, be kind (if you see something written really terrible, let me know).

When you married Noah Sebastian, you knew things would be tough, but you only figured out how hard it could be the first time you woke up alone. His work used to take him away from home for days, weeks sometimes, and it was always painful to be away from him. In the last few days time seemed to be even more cruel, and even though you were trying to distract yourself from this feeling, time was passing bizarrely slowly. Saturday had finally arrived and you couldn’t help feeling happy, but anxious too.  

You woke up and checked your phone with a tender message from Noah, he was excited to finally meet you at night. You decided to let everything comfortable to receive your husband, changing bed sheets, perfuming the air and preparing something he liked to eat. You picked up the phone hurried to listen to his voice. 

“Honey, I’m home in an hour, okay? Looking forward to see you.” Although the height and eyes made him look serious, mysterious and sometimes even scary, he was a sweet man, caring and totally in love with you. 

"I'll be waiting for you, babe, please don't run down the road" you requested before saying goodbye and hanging up the call. 

You wanted to feel good, relaxed and ready to receive your husband, but you didn't have enough time to take a long bath, the kind you considered a true ritual. However, nothing would change your mood and your expectation of having the warmth of your man's body next to you in bed tonight. 

You took a shower and got dressed to finally receive him. When you opened the door, it seemed so long since you had seen him that you seemed to have forgotten what he looked like; his skin, hidden by several tattoos, had a beautiful tone, the color of his unshaven mustache matched him, and his brown eyes were warm and inviting. That was Noah Sebastian, your particular prince charming, once again returning to you.   

You hugged him standing on tiptoe to wrap your arms around your husband's neck, taking a deep breath and feeling at home again with the familiar smell. His embrace was as warm as summer, as chilling as the autumn wind, as warm as a spring afternoon, and as sheltering as a home in the harsh winter. Noah fit all the seasons of your life, after all. 

"My angel, how are you? I missed you so much." Noah held your face to seal calm, passionate kisses over and over again, happy to finally be back. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion. 

"Baby, you have no idea how empty this house is without you, how empty I am without you." 

Noah led you by the hand into the couple's bedroom and sat you on the bed, sitting down next to you and looking into your eyes. 

"You shouldn't feel empty without me, you are a wonderful woman and complete on your own. I’d love it if you could see yourself the way I see you: beautiful, loving, strong and complete.” 

He slid onto the bed so he could rest his head on the pillow, slapping his hand on his shoulder, inviting you to stay with him. 

"Noah, I don't even know what to say with you treating me like this, you take care of me so much and I can't even take care of you as much as you do to me" you commented, nestling into your husband's chest. 

"You already take care of me so much, you don't need to reward anything, it's not a competition" he said with his eyes closed. 

Noah took a deep breath and yawned, it wasn't easy to drive for hours straight, even more with the highway being exactly the same all the way, hypnotic for those behind the wheel. You leaned on your own elbow, preparing to move closer to his face and draw a line of kisses from his neck to his mouth, while snaking your hand down his chest under his shirt. 

"Shit" he said between kisses "I didn't want to be so tired, I wanted to come and enjoy the time with you, you know" he commented, feeling a little shy about being exhausted even to make love with his wife. "I really want to, but... I need to take some rest, or I won't be able to make up for our lost time in the way you deserve." 

"Oh, Noah..." you giggled "You're irresistible when you're out of sorts, you know that? Stay there." You smacked his lips. "I'll take care of you." 

Noah saw you going to the bathroom, and by the sounds of it, you were doing something. You called out to him, and he lazily got out of bed to find you. Entering the bathroom he could see what you had prepared within minutes: the lights were off and the only brightness came from three candles, making the bathroom lightly lit and very cozy; the air smelled of something calming and relaxing... Chamomile, lavender perhaps? Noah didn't understand any of it, but it smelled really good. 

You were leaning over the sink looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. His gaze, although curious about what was going on, became even more sexy in the warm light from the flickering flames. You approached slowly without taking your eyes from his and, opening his belt, said: 

"I know you are tired, you don't have to feel bad for not paying attention to me right now. For now, let me give you some attention." 

You kissed his lips, undoing the button and unzipping his pants. You bent down to remove his socks, allowing you to continue undressing him. He thought it amazing how sexy you could be even doing something as simple as taking off his socks, without breaking eye contact and with your skin glistening in the dim light. Even though he was exhausted, he felt his cock throbbing inside his clothes. Damn, if he wasn't almost asleep on his feet he'd probably fuck you against the sink just to watch your face twitch with pleasure in the reflection. However, he just let you continue. You grabbed his pants and underwear and helped him to get rid of them. You stood up again and pulled on his sweaty T-shirt, making him instinctively lift his arms so you could slip them over his arms.  

 You picked up the phone and chose some music, playing it in a slow rhythm, making everything even more relaxing. You unzipped your dress beside your body and he watched it slowly fall to the floor, leaving you in a bra and tiny shorts. You stepped into the shower, pinned up your hair, and turned on the water, calling out to him with your forefinger. 

"Baby..." Noah moved closer without being able to avoid touching his dick and squeezing it lightly. 

"Shh" you whispered. 

You pulled him in by the hand, getting wet and guiding him under the water. Noah groaned, the water was at such a good temperature that his muscles seemed to thank for the caress. For a second he even forgot where and with who he was, he just closed his eyes and let that relaxation wash over him. He felt your hands slipping through his hair lathering, down to his neck and shoulders, squeezing the tense areas before moving to his arms and large hands.  

He opened his eyes and watched your hands running over the dozens of designs on his skin, massaging his back, his chest, and pumping his cock once or twice slowly, just to tease him a little. You guided him close to the water, where you rinsed him off and held his face to stand on tiptoe and give him one more kiss on his lips, turning off the water after that. Noah came out of the shower dripping with water and you came right over with a towel to help him dry off. He took the sweatpants and an old t-shirt that you had separated for him and got dressed, impatient to get into bed. 

He went to the bed, lying down in a crooked way. You laid down as well after drying yourself off, kissing him and holding his broad shoulders. Noah ran his hands around your waist, enjoying the lazy sensual feeling it was bringing him, mixed with his tiredness. You slowly scratched his chest, listening to your husband moan softly in pleasure. You positioned yourself, hinting that you would pull down the elastic band of his sweatshirt where it was easy to see that he was getting hard. 

"Baby, you don't have to do this," Noah said. Even saying that, he laid his head on the pillow, seeming to want just the opposite. 

"I don’t have to, I'm doing it because I want to. Relax and let me give you a cuddle, okay?" You smiled, looking at him fondly and pulling his pants down so that you could pull his cock out. 

You stopped to pay attention to the vision that filled your eyes. Your husband was beautiful, and although you had seen him naked several times before, he was gorgeous now. It was probably a mixture of horniness and longing. Taking care of him made him feel vulnerable, and you loved that. You placed your palm on his tummy, moving it gently over his still slightly damp body from the shower. Heavens, you had missed every bit of him. Noah's eyes were almost closed, but they were still looking at you eagerly, smiling and waiting for what you would do next.  

You guided your hand to your husband's cock, wrapping it around him. Noah groaned and closed his eyes tightly, marking slight wrinkles on his face. He was beginning to get drunk in delight. 

"My love..." You whispered against his skin sensually, your voice breaking the silence of the room. "I missed you so much..."  

Noah opened his eyes slowly to answer, but what would he answer after the provocative sight of you holding his sex with a smile on your face? 

"Baby, please..." 

You satisfied his wish, masturbating his cock slowly, letting your fingers run along Noah's entire length. Sometimes you increased the pressure just to hear his voice goes deep, moaning with pleasure, and watch his lip being bitten in a delicious sight. 

Watching Noah playing with his own lips almost made you lose concentration. You were very horny too, after all. It was delicious to stimulate him, to hear his groans, to hear his breathing getting faster and deeper, to see how his hips arched with the threat of cum. You distributed wet kisses on his groin and bit the inside of his thigh, loving to see how his skin shivered. You held his cock, staring at him in the most mischievous way you could. 

Noah's eyes were getting darker than usual and glowing in a silent pleading. You took the message by running your tongue all over his cock. He struggled not to moan so loudly when you put him in your mouth, swallowing him as far as you could. He closed his eyes, gripping the sheet tightly. You sucked him quickly, wrapping your tongue around him and scratching your teeth lightly, not missing Noah's delighted expression for a second. How could he have imagined that he would come home after weeks and be greeted by a candlelight shower and an incredible oral? He didn't know how much he was in need of something like this. 

"Relax and cum." You sucked one ball at a time calmly and ran your tongue over the tip, sucking his cock afterwards, fitting your mouth on it and feeling his hips having uncontrolled spasms. 

"Fuck, baby... I..." Noah moaned, cumming hard and filling your mouth with his warm liquid. You didn't seem to mind, licking your own lips after tasting your husband's flavor. Wow, you were missing that. "Baby..." 

You put his cock back inside his sweatshirt and moved closer to kiss him. He was sweaty and sighing. 

"You can rest now, baby." You turned off the light at the side of the bed and nestled against Noah's chest, rolling lazily against his hips. 

"But..." He softly moaned into your neck. “You sure?” 

"You take care of me tomorrow, okay? Get some rest."  

Noah surrendered to the bed, hugging you and resting his large tattoed hand on your breast, deep breathing one last time.  

"Yes, baby, I'll take care of you tomorrow." 

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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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HOTEL NEIGHBORS || Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

PHOTO CREDIT: Bryan Kirks

SUMMARY: After you hear Noah talk about liking experienced women, you can't help but feel insecure about yourself. Noah wants nothing but to lift your spirits.

WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, friends to lovers, inexperienced reader, slight ? dom!noah i guess, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v (dont do that), slight mutual pining?, not edited oopsie, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @jilliemiw86 @justeli6

A/N: This idea planted itself in my head last night and I don't even know what to say anymore. I’m more than stressed because of university, but I hope my creative spark is coming back rather sooner than later. Is anyone actually reading what I say here. If you're reading this say hi in the comments, ily. Please, enjoy and consider reblogging if you liked it.

You didn’t exactly know you had gotten into this situation but at this exact moment you were shifting in your place and wanted nothing more but to vanish into thin air.

You were currently sitting in a hotel lobby, exhausted and tired from the show the boys had played, and waited for Matt to hand you the keys to your hotel rooms. Somehow in the course of the last ten minutes, the conversation between the guys had turned. They were talking about previous relationships and the experience it came with since Folio had been freshly separated from his ex-girlfriend.

“I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I just want someone with more experience, you know? I’m not saying I wouldn’t date anyone who doesn’t have much experience but I just-… I don’t know. You know what I mean, Noah?” Folio rambled and looked at the man next to you in hopes to find confirmation.

“Yeah, I know. I prefer women with experience, too. I guess.” Noah just mindlessly mumbled while looking at his phone.

You knew for sure the boys didn’t say this in an ill intend but somehow this exchange began to bother you more than you wanted it to. In all honesty, it felt like a punch straight to your face. You felt stupid that this simple exclaim from Noah got to you, but you couldn’t really help it. It wasn’t like you never had sex. You had a boyfriend that you dated from high school to about two years ago, but when it came to your sex life it felt like you never really experienced anything. You knew almost everything that only concerned you, but when it came to another person being involved, your knowledge stopped. You knew what you liked and what you disliked. But that didn’t make the conversation you just witnessed any less hurtful.

You swallowed hard before standing up from your waiting seat in a rather fast manner.

“Imma head to the bathroom.” You mumbled so quietly you feared nobody would have heard you, before walking away. You didn’t see how Noah looked after you with a confused facial expression.

You slammed the door shut behind you and stared at your reflection in the fancy bathroom mirror. Your eyes were watery and you hated yourself for that. Especially Noah’s sentence echoed in your head and you hated that you had a weak spot for him. You hated that you got along with him too well for your liking. When the band hired you as an assistant for Matt about a year ago, you hadn’t planned that all of this would happen. You thought you were there for only one tour and now you were already on your third with the band. To your astonishment, you got along wonderfully with everyone, but you and Noah had a special bond. You didn’t know what it was exactly but somehow you repeatedly found yourself in deep conversations about literally everything with him. It took you well over six months to realize that you didn’t just simply like him as a friend, but you were starting to fall for him.

Right now, you hated yourself that you never got brave enough to admit it to him. You always acted like nothing had changed and you felt embarrassed about the fact that a small sentence like that could throw you off so bad when you didn’t have the right to act like that about it.

A couple of minutes passed before you had enough courage to head back to the boys. So, you took a deep breath and wiped away the single tear that had managed to escape, before stepping out of the bathroom again. Gladly, you didn’t have to justify your sudden move as Matt approached the group at the same time as you to hand you the keys.

“Finally, I thought we needed to sleep in the lobby.” You managed to say with a lopsided smile while Matt handed you your key.

While your group headed in the elevator, you took up a small conversation with Matt about things that had happened at tonight’s show, before he headed out together with the others. The only two left in the elevator being, of course, you and Noah.

“Looks like we’re neighbors tonight.” He answered you with a sweet smile after looking at your key for a second.

“Cool.” You tried to exclaim as friendly as possible and cringed for your second. Even the most unempathetic person on this planet would have realized that something was going on with you, but you were glad Noah decided to not talk about it as you walked to your rooms.

A couple of hours later, you were finished with your evening and ready to go to sleep but before you could slip under the blankets, you heard a slight knock on your door. For a second, you considered to just ignore it but when it knocked again, you sighed and opened the door just enough to look who was disturbing your peace at these ungodly times.

You were greeted by Noah with a worried expression on his face. For a second, you just looked at him confused, but he was fast to explain, while you opened the door a little more.

“Tell me what I did. You’ve been ignoring literally all my texts for more than three hours at this point.” He exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Of course, he was right about his statement. You had seen his texts. Normally, you’d test about the concert or some random stuff until you were both to sleepy to respond, but you had decided you couldn’t deal with him this evening. Not after you got so emotional because of a stupid sentence.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You lied and mirrored his gesture.

He lifted his eyebrow, and you already know he wouldn’t let you out of that conversation until you gave him the answers he wanted. “Gaslight someone else, sweetheart.” He grumbled.

You sighed and looked at your hands. “It’s nothing, Noah.”

“Oh, come on. You know nothing you is unimportant.” He encouraged you.

It felt stupid. Stupid how easy it was to open up to him, but you knew you couldn’t just tell him what’s been on your mind, so you simply shook your head. You were about to close the door, when he reached into the doorframe and pressed himself in your room while you protested.

“Y/n. Seriously, what’s going on?” He muttered in a soft tone while sitting down on your bed. He patted the place next to him. When you sat down, he turned to fully face you and touched your shoulder. “Please talk to me.”

“I really can’t, Noah.” You whispered. “It’s so fucking stupid.”

You felt so dumb, you wanted to slap yourself. You didn’t want this to go bad. You hated your feelings for choosing him. For opening up to him. For becoming so close with him. You remembered how you had joked with Matt about how everyone would eventually fall for THE lead singer and how you said Noah is just a really good friend and now look at you. Unable to even look him straight in the face.

“Did I say something?” Noah wanted to know, and you briefly looked at him. You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer in fear you would crack. You looked at his shirt to calm your thoughts but that was when you noticed his neckline and your thoughts instantly began to wander.

“You never not tell me anything.” Noah urged.

“Why are you so desperate?” You asked him in slight annoyance and swept his hand of your shoulder.

He blinked surprised for a couple of seconds before answering you. “Because you can’t even look at me and I don’t like that.”

Your heart jumped with happiness when you heard that confession, even if it was innocent.

“That’s not true.” – “Then look at me.”

You sighed before forcing your eyes onto his for a second just to look away again.

“See?” He mumbled, defeated. “I’m sorry if I said something that upset you. I didn’t mean it.”

“So, you didn’t mean you liked girls with experience better than others?” You spat out before you could even think about it more and instantly regretted it.

Noah opened and closed his mouth in confusion. He knew about your previous experiences or lack of experience.

“See that’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. It is dumb.” You tried to brush off what had just happened, but Noah shook his head.

“No, no, no. It’s not dumb. I didn’t mean it like that, I-…” He began to explain but you just sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Just stop, Noah.” You mumbled and laid down on your bed. “We should get some sleep. Tomorrow is another stressful day.”

“N-no… I really didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t even paying attention to Folio. I-… I don’t care about experience, Y/N. I consider myself lucky if anyone gets close to me at the moment. I’m a stressed mess, you know.” Noah rambled out and you noticed that he was nervous. You couldn’t really think about why.

“Oh c’mon. Everyone would consider themselves lucky to sleep with you, Noah. And you fucking know that.” You joked halfheartedly, but then a smile crept onto his face.

“You too?” He asked with a broad smirk on his face.

“Huh?” You huffed as your eyes grew wide.

“I mean… I know you are worried about not having too much experience… I just-…” He swallowed hard. “I could… help with that.”

“You wanna have sex with me?” You bluntly asked your friend and felt your heart almost exploding in your chest.

“I-… You know, we-… I-…” He began to stutter for a second but then he saw how nervous you looked and stopped in his tracks. “So, you wanna have sex with me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you swallowed hard. “Uh… I…”

“Forget it, you don’t have to answer th-…” – “Actually, I do.”

Your voice was not more than a whisper while your thoughts were racing. You just blankly confessed that to him, because you were tired. Tired of holding back.

“You are joking, right?” Noah mumbled; his mouth slightly open.

“Oh, come on. As if this comes as a surprise. There are literally people writing fanfiction about you.” You said and ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

“And you know that why?” He exclaimed and smiled lopsidedly.

Your eyebrows rose for a second when you realized what you had said.

When you didn’t answer, he spoke again. “So, you wanna have sex with me?”

“Trust me, with each word coming out of your mouth, the urge is getting less and less.” You answered him and rolled your eyes. His smile faded slightly, and he looked you deep in the eyes.

“Would you feel better if I told you I’ve thought about it, too?” He exclaimed and the tone of his voice shot straight to your core. This didn’t feel real.

“Yeah… Yeah that would help.” You mumbled and swallowed hard, not knowing how to proceed.

A second later, Noah was hovering over your, his face only a couple of inches away from you and you felt how the atmosphere in the room changed.

“You really wanna do this?” He asked you as your hands travelled to the hem of your shirt. You nodded.

“Tell me, you want this.” He almost pleaded with you.

“I want you to fuck me, Noah. For god sake, should I write it down for you?” You whisper-shouted against his lips and with that he giggled quietly before kissing your lips with such force that you realized he wasn’t joking. You grabbed his face and pulled him even closer to you. It felt like you two grasped onto everything. It felt like you were each other’s last meal. Like you were starved for so long, you couldn’t control it anymore.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him down towards your core that was only clothed in your underwear, and you could feel how hard he was. You couldn’t help but grind against him. He slightly moaned into your mouth as your tongues danced with each other and you moved your hips again.

“Stop that.” He suddenly groaned against your mouth, and you began to grin. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I’m not going to go easy on you, sweetheart.” He warned you. It didn’t take a second for you to grind against him one more time, while smiling proudly about what a hard time he had with you.

“You’re going to regret that.” He mumbled and grabbed your hips with his hand firmly. This alone almost made you cum. It felt like something in him snapped. His pupils were blown wide with lust and then he was underdressing you. It was like he was ripping you out of your clothes.

When he reached your underwear, he stopped for a second and looked at you for reassurance. It was the last chance for you to tell him, but you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to stop.

“I trust you.” You breathed out and bucked your hips for a second.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for his, Y/n.” He answered you as he slowly slipped down your underwear. He didn’t waste any time after that and only a few kisses later to your stomach, you felt how his tongue moved through your folds. A soft moan escaped your mouth and you arched your hips to possibly get any closer to him.

Your hands found their way in your hair. It wasn’t the first time someone went down on you, but never before had it felt so intense to you.

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one arm and his tongue was devouring you like it was the last thing he would do. The sounds you were making only made him go harder. Then you felt how he added a finger inside of you, quickly followed by another.

“Oh my-… Fuck, Noah.” You gasped and you felt the vibrations of his laugh against your core. You felt a knot building inside of you and you tried to concentrate on anything that would help you not to come instantly.

“I can feel that you’re close.” He mumbled against you and flicked his tongue over your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

You nodded, unable to form clear words without moaning them.

“I know, you can go longer than that, Y/n.” He hummed against you, and you felt like you were going insane.

“God, please.” You cried out, fearing you couldn’t hold it any longer.

His mouth and fingers felt so good, you were sure you couldn’t help yourself much longer. You felt your orgasm built up and then-… He stopped. He pulled away from you, his fingers out of your pussy and you whined at the loss of contact.

He grabbed your face with the hand that had been inside of you just seconds before and looked you in the eyes. “When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

“You know, it’s kind of unfair that I’m laying here completely naked while you’re fully clothed.” You breathed out with a small smile on your face.

“Oh, yeah?” He laughed against your lips before climbing of the bed to get out of his clothes. His eyes never left yours and yours never left his.

He was in nothing but his underwear, his cock hard underneath them and you bit your lip as his hands hooked under the waistband and he slowly slit them off. Your eyes slowly widened at the sight of his member, and you suddenly realized that all of this was real. He looked so perfect. All of him.

“You still okay?” He asked as he crawled back to you.

“Yes.” You breathed out when he was on top of you again. He leaned down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as if he belonged there.

“Noah, please.” You moaned out and let your hands roam over his back.

“Yes?” He teased you and rocked his hips once more.

“Don’t be such a tease.” You whined and dragged your fingernails over his back. He let out a soft moan.

“Tell me what you want, Y/n.” Noah exclaimed, and you whined, before rolling your eyes.

“Do that again and I’ll make you regret it.” He breathed out.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” You answered him in a mocking tone and he instantly gave his words truth.

For the second time something snapped inside of him. You let out a small yelp as he flipped you over in a swift motion, your chest hitting the mattress. He grabbed your hips with such force, you were sure he would leave bruises.

“You still wanna continue to be a brat?” He asked you in an almost dangerous tone and you shook your head.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He almost moaned and you felt this cock against your ass. He positioned himself behind you, his tip teasing your entrance. His hands wandered over your hips softly and you felt a kiss against your neck. “We can stop anytime.”

“Please, don’t stop.” You breathed out. After that he slowly slid into you, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out.

“Is that alright?” He asked with a soft tone as you tried to get used to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Yes, everything is perfect.” You moaned out.

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when your time has come, this was how you wanted it to end.

“Oh, my f-… Noah.” You whispered out and gripped the sheets beneath you.

His right hand slowly reached to the front of your body and found your clit. He swiftly circled it while rocking into you.

His head was buried in your neck and the room was filled with moans and pants and curse words that were almost illegal to speak out.

“Shit, Y/N.” He whined into your neck. “You feel so good.” His thrust became faster and you were almost certain the bed was going to break if he kept that pace. But you were too far gone to care. You felt that knot in your stomach again and you knew this time you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Come on. Come for me, sweetheart.” He whispered against the back of your head, and you screamed. You screamed load enough that you were sure Jolly in the room underneath to you would hear.

He fucked you through it, his pace only slowing down moments later, right before he pulled out and you felt hot liquid painting your back.

You let yourself fall onto the pillow and he soon collapsed next to you. You turned to face him and could help but smile at him. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m in desperate need of a shower and I don’t even wanna talk about the lack of sleep we’ll have tomorrow.” You answered him and giggle for a second that caused him to smile.

“It was worth it.” He mumbled before leaning in again.

“Yes… yes it was.” Your lips met in a soft kiss and for a second everything inside of you began to tingle. You knew this was a new chapter for the both of you and that this was only the beginning.

“Let’s shower.” He mumbled before getting up and reaching out to help you up. He slung his arms around you for a second. “Maybe you can tell me about those fanfictions while showering.”

Your eyes widened for a second, before you made your way to the bathroom, followed by a laughing Noah.

“I’ll keep that to myself.” You answered him, before closing the bathroom door behind the two of you.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[doomhands-jr]

The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 14

Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut

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Thanks to @flowerynerds for the banner!

Thanks to @throughwoodsanddirt for the beta!

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Noah pushed in slowly. That was always his favorite part: that slow first push, the quiet gasp she makes at the initial stretch… It was almost as good as coming. 

Fuck, she was so wet. She gushed around him, hot and slick around his throbbing cock. 

He groaned against her neck, snaking his hand up her shirt and squeezing the soft flesh, thumbing over her perky nipple. She threw her head back as he thrust into her again, exposing her neck for him to lathe his tongue across. It was hot, and slick, and he slid in and out of her over and over again. 

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“What the—ow!” 

You were still half-asleep when your elbow crashed into the coffee table, but you woke up just fast enough to catch yourself before your head followed suit. 

Adrenaline coursed through your veins. You struggled to catch your breath. Searching around for what had sent you tumbling off the couch so early in the morning, you caught a glimpse of Noah’s tall silhouette disappearing around the corner. A few seconds later, you heard the latch to the bathroom door close softly. 

Your elbow throbbed, and you pushed up the sleeve to see the damage. Already, an angry red lump had begun to form. 

What the hell had happened? 

You’d been having a good dream, though you couldn’t remember what it was about. Just that you were warm—a stark contrast to the unexpected chill that slowly started to register now that the spindly fingers of sleep had begun to release you from their clutches. 

You exhaled slowly, noticing a chill in the air that hadn’t been there before. 

What were you dreaming about? 

Noah was there, you were fairly certain. The two of you were pressed up close to one another, him behind you, and…

…oh shit.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, eyes growing wide. 

That was real. 

Everything froze as your brain began to fill in the holes of your memory. 

You and Noah had fallen asleep on the couch together, and you were sure you’d gravitated towards each other in your sleep. Beyond that, and this may or may not have been real, but you thought you felt movement. 

Your skin tingled with its own memory—one your brain couldn’t yet latch onto. The back of your neck, your right breast, all along your back, your ass…they thrummed with the knowledge that Noah had been there. You could almost hear him groaning softly in your ear as he moved against you. Your neck understood what it felt like to have him sighing, open-mouthed, against it, and down in between your legs, you were damper than you’d ever been. 

It was too much. 

Flopping back onto the couch, you stared at the faint outlines of smoke stains that decorated the corners of the stucco ceiling. 

Noah must have woken up and abruptly realized he’d been dry-humping you in his sleep. That’s probably what had sent you tumbling into the coffee table, him getting up in such a hurry.  

You rolled over to face the back of the sofa. 

It was so nice. You didn’t even need to be cognitively present for it to know that it had been nice. You let your eyes drift shut, allowing your body to sink into the memory of him behind you, arm wrapped around and clutching at your chest. Noah, firm and hot against your lower back, grinding himself into you. 

You reached down to cup your sex over your clothes. Not much—just enough to relieve some of the tension. 

You must have fallen into a micro-sleep because the next thing you know, you woke up to the sound of Noah clearing his throat. You blinked your eyes open to see him standing awkwardly at the far end of the couch. He shifted from foot to foot, clasping his hands in front of him.

“Sorry about that,” he said. The words were awkward as they tumbled past his lips. “I, uh, had to go to the bathroom.”

“It’s okay,” you said, pretending you had no idea what had happened. 

“Power’s out,” he continued. “We should probably get you back to your dorm.” 

You sighed, not wanting your time with him to be over quite so soon. The last time you and Noah had been sexual, he’d disappeared immediately after. You wondered if it was a pattern of his, whether or not he would get in his head, decide your presence in his life was too much trouble, and ghost again. 

Part of you was already preparing yourself emotionally for that. 

“What time is it?” you asked. 

“Almost nine.” He crossed the room to open the blinds and let the sun in, flooding the dark room with light. “Jesus,” he muttered, scanning the scene outside. 

You sat up, craning your neck to see what had drawn that reaction out of him, but didn’t have to wait long. 

Overnight, the snow had collected in droves, piled so high you could barely make out the cityscape underneath it. The road out front showed evidence that salt trucks and plows had already begun working, but that just meant that the snow had been pushed to the side in large piles, blocking sidewalks and driveways. In the yard, the landscaping had been blanketed over, sharp edges reduced to vague white shapes that were your only clues that beneath the ice, you may find where the sidewalk stops and the steps to the porch begin. 

“Looks like the power’s out all over this side of town,” said Noah. You looked over to find him thumbing over his phone screen. “And my shift got canceled.” 

“Yikes,” you said. “Phones are still working, though?”  

He nodded, striding across the room to check outside the front windows. 

You fumbled around in your bag for your phone, opening it to see a text from your parents asking you about the storm, as well as a notification from the university. 

“Power’s out at the university too,” you said. “Generators are down. It says a temporary shelter is being provided at the fire hall just off campus.” 

Noah disappeared down the hall, coming back with a bundle of garments in his arms. He dropped them on the floor, then picked out a black hoodie from the pile and threw it on before looking at you. 

“Get your coat on.” 

You stared at him blankly, then out to the window, and then back to him. “Noah, there’s no way I can make it to the fire hall in this,” you said. “The sidewalks aren’t even passable.” 

“I know,” he said, throwing on some sweatpants over his basketball shorts and tying a knot in the drawstring. “We have to check on the neighbors though. There are some old people that live down the street. We gotta make sure they’re okay.” 

You slapped a palm against your forehead. 

Of course.

How had you missed that? Usually, you’d be the first to jump into service mode, always thinking of how the people around you were affected by problems before worrying about your own comfort. Truthfully, you were a little ashamed you hadn’t considered it.  

You allowed that shame to motivate you into action, throwing your coat on and searching around for where you’d put your boots. 

“Do you have any shovels?” you asked, working to right a sleeve of your jacket that had turned inside out when you removed it last. “We could at least clear the sidewalks for people so they can get to a shelter if they need it.”  

Noah tossed you an extra pair of socks for you to slip on over the ones you were wearing. “Yep,” he said, zipping up a heavy black puffer coat. Then he slipped into a pair of heavy black work boots and began lacing them up. “They’re on the porch. The fire hall’s only a few blocks away. Let’s work on shoveling and salting the sidewalk and then we’ll check on houses as we go.” 

You nodded, pulling on your gloves and following Noah out. 

Ridding the sidewalks of snow was tedious, but the two of you weren’t the only ones working at it. Across the street, a few men worked to get their sidewalk cleared. Down two blocks were another few people with snow shovels, chipping away at the thick blanket of snow. 

As soon as the pair of you cleared the sidewalk in front of a house, you knocked on the door to see who might be inside. So far, only two houses were still occupied in the area. The rest must have evacuated prior to the storm or were visiting relatives for the holidays. One older couple had a fireplace in the house and were taken care of. The other—a frail elderly lady who lived alone, had already arranged for her son to pick her up in his truck and take her to his house. 

The two of you worked until lunch, where you heated up a frozen pizza in Noah’s gas oven and ate in relative silence before heading back out to finish shoveling the next block. 

The work was heavy and strenuous, but it allowed you to clear your head until you were devoid of thoughts and feelings and existed simply as a body, utilizing its strength to accomplish a task. You worked until your muscles burned with the effort and sweat caused your sweater to cling to you and your fingers to prune beneath your gloves despite the cold.  

Ten or so meters away, Noah had his back turned to you as he stuck the shovel beneath the pile of snow, nudged it deeper with his heel, and flung it back over his shoulder. He worked far quicker than you, those days at the gym providing him with ample strength and stamina while you struggled to accomplish even half as much. 

There was something about how driven he was to help his neighbors that had you in your feelings. He never once complained or acted like it was a chore, and he never expected any thanks, either. He did it because it was the right thing to do. 

You turned back to your own section of the sidewalk, punching through the snow with the shovel again and straining under its weight while you tossed it into the yard. You’d developed blisters on your fingers a few hours ago, but kept pushing through, determined to see the sidewalk cleared. It took until the sun was three quarters of the way across the sky to finish the job, but ultimately, you managed it. 

Heaving deep, frozen breaths that cracked your lips on the way in, you locked eyes with Noah and shared a mutual understanding: the work wasn’t finished. 

“Fire hall?” you suggested. 

Noah huffed a laugh, face red and skin scrubbed raw from the way the wind had whipped at it all afternoon. “Yeah,” he said, and you both ditched your shovels on his porch, heading to the hall. 

You arrived to a flurry of activity. The hall was in the middle of being converted into a temporary shelter. A handful of volunteers were busy setting up temporary cots, carrying supplies in from trucks, assembling care packages, and distributing blankets. 

You and Noah parted ways for the time being, him heading to help with the unloading of supplies and you making a beeline over to where two middle-aged women were in a corner, sorting blankets into different piles. 

“How can I help?” you asked. 

“Oh! Good, glad you’re here,” one of them chimed immediately, not even bothering to introduce herself or ask your name. She handed you a pile of folded blankets. “Would you mind setting one of these on each of the cots? Come back when you run out and we’ll have more for you.” 

You got to work, methodically distributing the blankets, weaving in and out from the cots. Some already had occupants, who gratefully accepted the offerings. You noticed a number of them looked like they may have not come from the most secure living environments, possibly unhoused, and it pained you to think of them facing the elements on their own. Rather than fighting back the emotions, you let them spur you forward, determined to see as many people taken care of as possible. 

Once all the blankets had been passed out, you made your way to the kitchens, where volunteers sorted donated food from boxes into piles. Again, you got right to work, asking how you could best be of service and not minding when you were given the task of sorting expired food from fresh. You didn’t even squirm when you had to shovel out a pile of rotten potatoes from the bottom of a crate, though the smell alone had your stomach clenching uncomfortably.  

After that, you got to work scrubbing dishes leftover from the morning’s meal service in preparation for dinner. The staff at the kitchen were in the midst of preparing large batches of soup to hand out, complete with bread and sides of vegetables, and when you finished with the dishes, you switched to chopping carrots for the soup. 

The whole time, the only thing you could think was that this was what philanthropy was supposed to be. There was no ulterior motive to ensure the people receiving help believed in a specific god or religion, just a deep desire to see those in need taken care of. 

It was nearly eight o’clock when you finally stopped to take a break. Warm at last, the sweat dripped down from your temples and your lower back, and you started to realize just how exhausted you were. It was a good tired, but tired nonetheless. 

Wiping your brow, you collapsed into one of the metal chairs lining the hallway outside of the kitchen. As you drank deeply from your water bottle, you observed the scene before you: 

The entire community, or what remained of it, had come together to help each other out. Old and young, rich and poor, all working beside each other to ensure everyone was taken care of and had what they needed.

And in the middle, lading soup into bowls and handing them out was Noah. 

In the back of your mind, you knew that the modern depiction of White Jesus wasn’t remotely accurate to what the actual person probably looked like. Biblical iconography has been whitewashed over centuries of European colonialism, and the real Jesus looked a lot more like the colonized than the colonizer. 

Still, the small part of you that fell in love with the depictions of Jesus you grew up with couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the man that hung from the crucifix in your childhood living room and the man that stood before you. 

Glued to your chair, you watched in awe as Noah smiled at the strangers he served. He offered food to the hungry, rest to the weary, and comfort to those who sought it. 

Several things dawned on you at once: that the metaphor playing out in front of you was disrespectfully on-the-nose; that you didn’t have a simple crush on Noah, but instead actual, tangible feelings for him; that acting on these feelings would mean taking a serious risk considering he’d already hurt you before; and that you were going to act on them anyway, and in many ways were already in the process of acting on them. 

It wasn’t butterflies, but an entire hornet’s nest that erupted in your stomach. 

Holy shit, you were in love with this man. 

You forced yourself to breathe slower, counting to eight on each exhale because the last thing you needed was to lose it in the middle of a crowded fire hall. 

You had to slow down. Was it possible you were deifying him? Had you put this person on a pedestal, failing to see him for who he really was? Had he reminded you of a figurehead you’d always admired, and was that why you were convinced you were in love? 

It was possible. You’d been known to idolize crushes in the past. 

But Noah had been up front about his flaws from the moment he met you. If anything, you’d had to dig deep to find the parts of him that were pure, like what you were currently witnessing. 

You observed him, taking in the way he greeted everyone as they passed him in line, ladling soup into bowls and handing them off with a warm smile. With his hair net and apron, he may have looked more like a lunch lady than any religious icon, but you couldn’t call the humble kindness on his face anything other than Christlike. 

Gratitude. That was what you were feeling. You were overcome with gratitude for the opportunity to know this person. 

Though there were perhaps a few more tasks you could have finished if you’d really looked, most of the work was done by that point, and you were struck with the notion that perhaps the best work you could do at that point was to take in everything happening around you. To let it change you. 

So you did. 

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Walking out of the fire hall half an hour later, you and Noah strolled down the cleared sidewalk in companionable silence, both tired from the day’s events and content to reflect on the shared feeling of a job well done. 

When you came upon the intersection that would take you to your dorm and Noah back home, he finally broke it. 

“You heading back to your dorm?” he asked. 

“Yeah. I’m gonna grab a change of clothes and probably head back here for the night.” You shoved your hands in your pockets, rocking back and forth to dispel some of the nervous energy that had built up in your gut. 

“Power’s still out, then?” 

You nodded, having just checked on your phone before leaving the hall. 

“What about you?” you asked.  

Noah looked down the street in the direction of his place, then back to you. “I was gonna head to my studio. I’ve got a wood stove in there. Keeps it pretty warm.”  

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not wanting to end the interaction, but not sure how to keep it going until Noah chimed in. 

“You’re welcome to join…if you want.” You looked at him, watched the steam of his breath swirl in the air as it exited his lungs, noticed the earnestness in his face, the vulnerability behind his eyes. 

In the pit of your stomach, you were aware of what could happen should you take him up on his offer. The energy between you had been building for quite some time, and there was something in the air that night that hinted at the unknown—that whatever happened between you that night, it would be formative. You wouldn’t walk out of that shed tomorrow without knowing exactly where you and Noah stood.  

“Yeah,” you said. “That’d be nice. Thanks.” 

“I’ll walk you to your dorm if you still want to get changed.” 

“Thanks,” you repeated. 

Inside, you trembled with nerves, already having been overwhelmed by the emotions of the day and anxious about what might come next. 

Those feelings from earlier—they didn’t hit you like past crushes. They weren’t something that needed to be acted upon or expressed immediately. 

You didn’t need to know whether Noah felt the same. It wouldn’t crush you if you found out his were platonic, though you knew you were about to find out. 

Even if nothing happened tonight, you knew you’d be okay. Your feelings were selfless. They arose from the knowledge that this was a person you cared about, whose company you enjoyed, and whose wellbeing you cherished. 

You reflected on them on the short walk to your dorm. When you arrived, you fumbled in the dark to find your phone to use as a flashlight. 

The two of you climbed the stairs slowly. Your battery was almost dead so you turned the brightness to its lowest setting, which made navigating through the darkness a little more difficult. 

Once at your dorm, Noah waited politely outside the door while you changed into a fresh pair of pajama pants and a sweater, taking special care to scrub your teeth with some toothpaste and rinse your mouth out with a bottle of water that was sitting on your night stand. You spat into the trash, feeling much better than you had earlier. It had been almost a full day since you’d brushed your teeth and they’d started feeling gross. 

You threw your phone charger in your purse in case the power came back on in the middle of the night, then checked to make sure you had everything else you might need before leaving. 

“Got everything?” he asked once you made your way back out into the hall. 

“I think so,” you said just as the battery on your phone finally gave out. 

“I got it,” said Noah, pulling out his own phone. You could only make out his silhouette in the darkness, but his presence was still comforting. 

“Thanks,” you said. “Lead the way.” 

There was no light or warmth in the studio when you arrived. It was just as cramped as you remembered, and the added chill left it feeling less than cozy. 

Noah immediately got to work loading the small wood stove in the back while you bundled up on the couch with a few blankets that were stacked in a corner. He fiddled around with some old newspaper as kindling, threw in half a brick of a starter log with a few thin strips of wood on top, then started building out the pile with thicker logs until he was satisfied and lit it, keeping the door of the stove open. 

“Should be warmer here in a minute,” said Noah, sitting back on his heels to watch his work. 

“Hey,” you said, shifting to the other end of the couch to be closer.

Noah turned his head to you, quirking his eyebrows up in curiosity. “What’s up?” 

“Thanks for today,” you said, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them. “It felt good to help out.” 

Noah averted his eyes and chuckled, flashing that grin you loved so much. “Just doing my civic duty, ma’am.” He finished with a tilt of his head, as if he was tipping his hat to you and you giggled. 

“Still,” you continued. “Not everyone cares about the people around them as much as you. It was refreshing to see.” 

Noah fidgeted with the lighter in his hands, flicking it a few times in lieu of a response. You allowed him to play off the compliment, knowing full well that sometimes you tended to be too heartfelt with your sentiments, but you were glad you said it, just the same. He deserved to know. 

“Want some wine?” he asked, reaching under his desk and fetching a bottle out of a small fridge that had now been rendered useless in the power outage. 

“Please,” you said, sitting back further into the cushions and watching the flames dance up the sides of the stove while Noah uncorked it with his teeth. 

“I don’t have any cups,” he said, plopping down beside you and taking a swig from the neck. He handed it to you and you followed suit, wincing at the bitterness that flooded over your tongue. “Sorry,” he said, frowning. “I like a dry wine. I should have mentioned that.” 

“It’s fine,” you said, swallowing the large gulp with some effort. You caught Noah working to suppress a smile and you passed the bottle back to him. He took another swig and then tensed as the liquid made its way down. 

“Hypocrite,” you teased. 

Noah sucked in a breath. “That wasn’t the wine,” he defended. “I shivered. It’s fucking freezing.” As if to emphasize, he wrapped his arms around himself. 

“Oh,” you said. That made more sense. “Want to share?” You lifted the edge of the blanket and gestured for him to join you. 

Noah sighed, scooting close and pressing into your side. “Fuck, you’re warm.” 

You giggled, adjusting yourself on the couch so you could curl into his side for more warmth. You brought your knees up to your chest and wedged your frozen toes under his thigh, the double layer of socks no longer doing enough to keep them from going numb. He offered the wine to you again and you took another drink. Now used to the flavor, you found it wasn’t that bad. It had a richness you couldn’t appreciate on the first try.

“How do you normally spend Christmas?” you asked, passing the bottle back to him. 

“Usually I’m working,” he said, wrapping the blanket tighter around him. “That takes up most of my time. If I’m not, then I’m either writing music or playing video games.” 

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” you asked. 

Noah chewed on his lip, then took a sip from the bottle, held it in his mouth for a second, and swallowed. “Sometimes,” he said, then wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Not right now, though.” You flushed, burning under his touch, despite the cold. “What about you?” he asked. “What’s Christmas like at home?” 

“Ha!” you spat out. “We’re so busy with church events we usually don’t get around to actually celebrating.” It wasn’t entirely true. You did receive gifts, but you often opened them whenever you could get around to it, in between helping your family organize different toy drives, attending special services, participating in productions and leading the children’s pageants. There was no time for the kind of cozy holiday celebrations you longed for. That’s why you’d been so excited to stay on campus this year—you could celebrate however you wanted. 

“That sucks,” he said. 

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad.” 

You chanced a look up at him to find the firelight flickering in his eyes. There was a quiet intensity in the way he held your gaze. Nerves ignited in your stomach, sending the wine churning and causing you to squirm in his hold. For a second, it looked like he might try to kiss you, until he took another sip from the bottle of wine and passed it to you. 

You supposed it was wishful thinking on your part, considering how he’d been very clear about his boundaries. Even this much physical contact was more than you’d bargained for. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss once the moment had passed. 

“So you really left the church, huh?” he asked, drumming his fingers on your ankle. You sipped from the bottle, working to keep the nerves in your stomach from spreading out through your whole body. 

“It was time,” you answered. You offered the bottle back to him but he declined, so you took another sip. Half the wine was already gone, and you’d started to feel the pleasant buzz creeping through your veins. 

“The faith itself or just the organization part?” he asked. He wrapped his hand around your ankles and adjusted your legs so they could drape over his lap. The backs of your thighs met the top of his and they immediately warmed upon contact.  

“I don’t know,” you answered, trying to focus on the conversation instead of the tingles sparking to life everywhere your body connected to his. “I don’t know what I believe anymore, and at this point, I don’t really care. It might be good for me to figure out who I am when I don’t have anyone telling me who I should be.” 

“I can respect that,” said Noah, sliding a palm up your calf. Jesus, was he even aware of the effect he had on you? For a minute you said nothing, choosing to focus entirely on his touch. You leaned into the couch, letting your head rest against the back cushions and your eyes drift close. You didn’t care if you were letting your cards show—Noah might as well know just how much you craved him. 

“What about you?” you asked after a while. 

“What about me?” 

You opened your eyes to find him quietly regarding you. “Any plans to surrender your soul to the Good Lord?” 

Noah snickered softly into his chest. “Not at the moment,” he said, taking the opportunity to pick at a stray thread on your sweatpants. “I don’t know though,” he continued. “Maybe there’s something out there. God, or the universe, or whatever. A divine sort of energy that gives people a sense of meaning.” 

“You think it’s all the same?” you asked, noticing some of his hair had fallen into his face. Your fingers itched to push it back, so you did, tucking it behind his ear. He caught your palm in his, bringing your clasped hands to rest on your knee. He flipped your hand over palm-side up and started tracing patterns over your wrist. 

“Maybe,” he said. “Maybe it’s the accumulation of all our souls once we die—a divine collective. Maybe all our religions are just each culture’s best attempt at explaining where it comes from.” 

His fingers stilled in your palm and you closed yours around them, lacing them together with his. 

“I think,” you began, glancing back up at him and trying not to be consumed by the way the light danced across his face, “that maybe we’re not meant to figure it out.” 

He smiled a half-smile, the corner of his mouth lifting up and perhaps you’d appreciated his mouth before, but never in this much detail. 

“You might be on to something,” he said. He dropped his gaze to where your hands remained interlocked, running his thumb along your knuckle. “Can I ask you a question?” 

You sat up a little more. “Sure.” 

He hesitated before speaking, sucking in a breath and holding it for a moment before exhaling and turning back to you. 

“What was it like kissing Folio?” 

Your gaze dropped back to the bottle of wine in your hand. That was not a question you’d expected him to ask. You’d locked the memory of the kiss in a compartment in your brain titled Things You Won’t Bring Up to Noah, and as far as you were concerned, that’s where it should stay.  

“I don’t know,” you said, bringing the bottle up to your mouth and taking a large swig to kill some time. “Do you really want me to answer that?” 

Noah shrugged, relaxing his grip on your hand and you slid your fingers out of his grasp, using it for balance so you could sit up a little straighter and collect your thoughts. 

“I don’t remember much, to be honest,” you said. “I was pretty drunk. And in my defense, I didn’t know you were there.” 

“Hey,” he said softly, “No judgment here. I was just surprised, is all. Call it morbid curiosity.” 

The question felt like a trap, like anything you could say would be the wrong thing, but Noah had asked, so you decided to be honest. You took another large gulp of wine for good measure before you answered, after which, Noah took the bottle and downed the last of it. 

“So,” you began, feeling your cheeks flush under his stare, “it was fine, I guess. He tasted like stale beer and cigarettes, which wasn’t great, but he’s a good kisser.” 

“How?” Noah asked. 

“I don’t know,” you said, sinking back into the cushions. “He’s just… enthusiastic? I guess. He’s not too sloppy or anything.” 

“So, you liked kissing him?” Noah prodded. 

“Noah,” you whined, rolling your eyes at his questions. “Do we really have to talk about this?” 

“Please?” he asked. “I just wanna know.” 

You took a deep breath, pursed your lips to slow the exhale, and then rested your forehead against his shoulder so you didn’t have to look at him as you said the next part. 

“Yeah, I liked kissing him,” you admitted. “It was better than kissing Isaac, at least.” You rolled your head back again so you could see his reaction. “But keep in mind that I don’t have a ton to compare it with. He could be a trash kisser for all I know, and I only liked it because it was my first time making out with someone and that was exciting.” 

“I think you’d know if he was a trash kisser,” Noah said. 

You rolled your eyes again. “Still, we were drunk. It was just for fun. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything.” 

“No?” Noah asked, fingers digging into the back of your knee. 

You held eye contact, and suddenly you noticed the vulnerability there, just behind his eyes, and in the slight pout of his lower lip. 

“No,” you said, softening. “Not even a little bit.” 

Noah swallowed, pulling his lower lip into his mouth to wet it. Suddenly, you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your palms grew sweaty and you couldn’t seem to draw in a steady breath. 

“Well,” he said, exhaling a half-laugh. He broke eye contact and let his eyes drop to your legs. “You sure? He’s a real catch. I could put in a good word for you if you want.” 

“Noah!” you whined, and you were about to tell him to stop being a jerk, when he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into him. 

The first kiss was slow, meant to give both of you time to process the fact you were finally kissing. Then he went in for a second, this one deeper. He licked at the seam between your lips, and you parted them, allowing him to dip his tongue into your mouth. You released a shaky breath, hands trembling slightly, and not from the cold, until they found purchase around the neck of his hoodie. 

For a while, you stayed like that, exploring the textures and tastes of each other, memorizing the shape of his lips and movement of his tongue as it slid over yours. Noah tasted of the wine you’d shared, layered over a heady mixture of herbs and spices and something else entirely his own. 

His hand wandered up your leg, fisting itself in your sweatpants and he pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap, desperate to eliminate as much distance between your bodies as possible. 

He dragged his teeth along your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth before letting it spring back into place and when he was satisfied with how swollen it had become, he pulled you closer by the neck so he could suck a bruise into the skin behind your jaw.

You arched into his touch, digging your nails into his shoulder as he took your earlobe in his mouth and tugged at it, sending all the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. 

Deep in your core, something stirred. A deep need made itself known to you, hot as liquid magma, winding itself around you like a coil—a sensation you’d always associated with the forbidden. The coil would wind tighter and tighter, but it was never allowed to snap. 

Senses on overload, you rocked against him, exploring what would happen if you allowed yourself to give in. Noah’s hands clutched at your hips, bracing you against him. 

Needing more of him, you took his face in your hands and brought your mouths together in another kiss. Gone were the slow, rhythmic kisses you’d shared before. Now it was a tangle of teeth and lips and tongues and you stopped being able to tell where you ended and Noah began. 

You rocked into him again, this time feeling a distinct presence that hadn’t been there before. Noah groaned into your mouth and you swallowed the sound. He rolled his hips into yours, and you felt yourself losing control. 

“Are we moving too fast?” you whispered, finally breaking the kiss. Noah wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, bringing your lips back together. 

“Mmph,” he said into the kiss. “I don’t know.” He spoke in short bursts between kisses, only half-focused on the conversation. “What do you think?” 

“We should probably,” you said, pausing to suck on his lower lip, “slow down.” 

“Yeah,” he breathed, fingers dragging across your neck. “Let’s slow down.” 

It was a nice thought. The intentions were there, but you both fumbled the execution as soon as Noah sucked a deep red mark into a particularly sensitive area of your neck and your body responded by grinding down onto Noah’s lap. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, releasing your skin from his teeth, “baby, I’m trying to be good here, but you make it hard when you do that.” 

Not even registering the words, only the way your body responded when he called you baby, you bit into his lip, sucking on it hard as your hips gyrated on his. 

“Hold on,” he said through the kiss, placing his palms on your shoulders to still you. “Hold on.” 

It took you a second to register that you were no longer kissing, and when you did, you let out an involuntary whine.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to catch your breath. 

“We’re moving too fast,” he said. Your eyes scanned his face, noticing how red and bitten his lips had become. 

“Oh,” you said. You didn’t want to slow down, though. Everything you’ve learned up until that point taught you that youshould want to slow down, but slowing down was the exact opposite of what you wanted. 

He tilted his head, sliding his hands down your body to rest on your waist. “I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re drunk.” 

“I’m not drunk though,” you said. 

He tucked his lips into his teeth, looking at you with amusement. “Even so, I think we should take it slow.” 

You pouted, letting your fingers trail down his chest. “It’s just,” you began, trying to find the right words to articulate your thoughts, but the cloud of lust in your head had your brain fighting to stay afloat. “Do you feel like this is too fast?” 

Noah swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing up and down, slightly distorting the shape of his tattoo. “For me? No.” His fingertips dug into the flesh of your ass as if to demonstrate his point. “But my virginity isn’t on the line here.” 

He had a point, but was your virginity something you even wanted to protect? Lately, it had started to feel much more like a cage than anything of value. 

Rather than answer him, you rolled your hips against his one more time, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place. You could feel him throbbing under you, a few layers of cotton the only things separating you from the freedom you craved. 

And that’s exactly what it was to you, you realized. Taking this next step meant setting yourself free from the guilt and shame you’d always associated with your sexuality. It would mean reclaiming your body as your own. And who better to experience that with than the person who encouraged you to let go of that shame in the first place. 

You leaned in to flick your tongue against his upper lip. He caught it in his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.

You smiled into the kiss, grabbing the hand he kept around your waist and moving it under your shirt until he cupped your breast.  

“Succubus,” he whispered into your open mouth.

“Sinner,” you countered. 

Something happened in that moment—a transmutation of your soul. In the past, you’d always looked up to the men in your life, idolizing them or striving to be worthy of their time and attention, but here, warmed by the light of the fire and the heat of Noah’s body under you, the tide had shifted. 

“Say it again,” he said, pulling you further into him. 

You were no longer an unworthy peasant, begging to be noticed—but a goddess. Someone worthy of being celebrated and admired. It was divine and sacred and potentially sinful, but after spending so much time worshiping, perhaps you could allow yourself to be worshiped for once. 

“Sinner,” you whispered, draping your arms over Noah’s shoulders. Your mouth hovered just over his, lips parted and wet, begging to be kissed. 

For a moment, neither of you moved. It was just you and Noah, sharing the same breath, caught in a game of chicken, each daring the other to move first. 

In the end, it was Noah who ran out of patience. He crashed his lips into yours, and you surrendered your body easily to him. When the friction of your hips on his was no longer enough, he lifted you up, flipping you until your back hit the couch, legs wrapped around him while he ground his body into yours. 

He was slow to undress you, starting only with the removal of your sweater, and with your skin finally exposed to him, he wasted no time in exploring every inch, sucking a nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue across until it pebbled between his teeth. He then moved on to the other, repeating the act until he was satisfied, and then began kissing his way down your stomach and back up, trying to discover every sensitive spot he could find.  

You flushed under him, heat creeping up your chest and neck despite the chill in the room. When Noah was done painting your collarbones with hickeys and teeth marks, he moved lower. 

“Wait!” you said, and he stilled, worried that he’d crossed a line, until you grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled it over him, needing to feel his skin on yours. 

He dropped back down to kiss you, and for the first time you could enjoy touching him without any barrier. You sighed into the kiss, running your hands all along his back and shoulders, logging every rope of muscle and ripple of skin and trying hard not to put too much pressure on the freshly tattooed parts, but having a hard time controlling where your hands wandered. 

In the time it took for you to register what was happening, Noah had already slid your sweatpants down over your ass and you separated so you could kick them the rest of the way off. 

He went slow, at first only caressing the apex of your thighs with delicate fingers so you could get used to being touched in such a sensitive area. It wasn’t long before you were begging for more, however, wrapping your hands around his wrist and pulling him into you. 

Apparently, that was the wrong move, because Noah flipped his hand, easily catching both your wrists and slamming them above your head. He switched his hands so he could hold yours with his non-dominant one while the other cupped your sex. 

“I have waited a long time for this,” he hissed, eyes boring into yours. “Do not rush me.” It was both a command and a threat. 

You bucked your hips into his hand, needing more friction and he removed it, slapping your inner thigh instead. 

“Use your words.” 

“Please,” you rasped out, flushing a deep scarlet at just how pathetic and needy you sounded. 

“What do you want?” he asked again, letting his hand roam down once again to stroke your clit. 

You swallowed, feeling uncomfortable being so lewd, but in an effort to rip the band-aid off, you chose to be direct. 

“I want your fingers inside me.” 

He smiled, slipping one long digit past your entrance. It slid in easily, finding no resistance as by that point, you were dripping. 

You weren’t a complete stranger to the sensation of having something inside of you—you’d masturbated before, so you knew how your own fingers felt, but you weren’t prepared for the feeling of his. 

They were long, and thick, and moved with a dexterity you had never been able to achieve. The second they entered, a strangled moan escaped from deep within you—one you think may have been begging to escape for years. 

Within minutes, he’d worked you into a frenzy. You were no longer the graceful goddess from earlier, but a gasping, writhing mess of a person, falling apart around his fingers. 

“Do you want to come?” he asked. 

You nodded, fighting to stay in control of your breath. “Please,” you whispered. 

“Okay,” he said, speeding up his ministrations. “Be a good girl and come for me.” 

Whether it was the dirty talk or the sheer skill of his hands, your entire body seized up and then exploded, sending a rush of fluids to your center, resulting in a loud squelching noise that carried over the sounds of your moans. 

Waves upon waves of sensation rippled through your body, muscles twitching from overstimulation and rendering you boneless.  

Noah extracted his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean, then smiled down at your lifeless form as he stroked your hair. “Good,” he murmured. “Good.” 

He hoisted himself off you, sliding off the couch to kneel on the floor next to you, and bent down to kiss you lazily. 

Not being satisfied with so little contact, but still not having control over your legs, you slid off the couch and onto the floor with him, the plush area rug providing a decent barrier between your naked body and the cold concrete floor beneath you. 

You straddled his hips once more, kissing him slowly, this time with gratitude. His hands roamed down your back and caressed your thighs and you could feel him, painfully hard underneath you.

You were still sensitive, but not too sensitive to move against him and he sighed into the kiss. 

“What do you need?” you asked. Though your body was drained, wrapped in a post-orgasmic glow, you still had an unyielding desire to give as much as you’d received. You wanted him to feel good and though you might not be experienced enough to know exactly what to do, you at least wanted to try. 

“I just need to feel you,” he said. 

You knew what he meant by that, so you slid off his lap and tugged on the drawstring of his pants until they were loose enough to inch down his thighs. 

Once they were gone, you were free to take in the sight of him. You’d never seen a naked man in person, so you weren’t sure what to expect, but you were caught off-guard at how big he was. Tentatively, you wrapped a hand around him, noting how soft and smooth the skin was underneath your fingers. 

“Did you really have it pierced before?” you asked. 

Noah laughed, and in your hand, a pulse surged through him. 

“I did,” he said, taking himself in his hands and tilting it up to show you. “The scar is still visible,” he said pointing to the underside. You squinted, trying to make it out, but couldn’t see much in the light of the fire. You ran a finger along the underside and could feel where the texture changed and he hissed out a breath, grabbing your hand. He leaned over and spit into your palm, then wrapped it around his shaft, squeezing to show you what level of pressure to apply. 

He guided your hand up and down. “Please?” he said softly, and you nodded, taking over the motion and watching in awe as he let his head fall back, exposing his neck to you and sending a new wave of desire surging through you at the sight. You allowed your mouth to roam over his neck, trailing your tongue over the pulse point and taking in the expansion of his throat as inhaled. 

His breathing sped up, and it wasn’t long before he pulled you into another bruising kiss. He clutched at your hips, digging his fingers in and it was hard to keep hold of him in that position, so you let go and settled for grinding yourself against him, which he didn’t seem to mind. 

He set the rhythm, using his hands to rock your hips back and forth over himself. You found yourself growing wetter by the second.

A flood of emotions hit you all at once—pride, fear, anticipation, but strongest was desire. You wanted this. You wanted to be in control of your own body. You wanted to decide for yourself what to do with it, and you knew more than anything that you wanted this with Noah. 

Unbeknownst to you, Noah had been carrying condoms his pocket for weeks, just in case this moment arrived, so it was no trouble for him to fetch one, tear the wrapper with his teeth and roll it onto himself. 

He laid you down on the plush rug and spread your thighs, positioning himself in between them. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, holding your gaze. You’d never seen him look so serious before. 

“Yes,” you said, staring back and trying to communicate nonverbally just how very sure you were. 

“Okay,” he said, breaking eye contact to kiss you one last time. He brought his fingers to you again, sliding them through your folds and scissoring them inside of you to make sure you were ready. “It might be uncomfortable at first.” 

You nodded, slipping his hair over his shoulder so you could better see his face. “Just go slow.” 

He did, pushing into you centimeter by centimeter until just the head slipped past your opening. He paused, forehead resting against yours while you adjusted to the stretch. It was big, and he was right that it was a little uncomfortable at first, but it was also better than you could have ever imagined. 

“Okay?” he asked, and you nodded, pulling him into a kiss as he slid farther into you. 

An overwhelming sensation of fullness—that’s the best you could describe it. He was warm and solid and stretched you in such a way that you knew you’d be replaying this moment in your head for the rest of your life. 

He backed out just an inch and pushed in again, and you wondered how and why anyone could possibly consider an act that felt so completely right to be sinful in nature. You threw your head back, exposing your neck and he ran his mouth along the column of your throat, tasting the skin while you soaked in the feeling of being so intimately connected to him. 

You pushed yourself off the floor, gesturing for him to lay back against the couch so you could straddle him. You felt safer if you were in control of the motion in case it proved to be too much.

Gently, you rocked against him, feeling the pressure of him inside you stretching you to your limits. He was almost too big in length. You couldn’t sit fully on him without him pressing uncomfortably against your organs, so you hovered just over the base of him, moving your hips back and forth. 

You found it easier to brace your hands on his thighs behind hind you and lean back, and when you did, he brought his thumb to your clit so he could trace small circles around it. 

Your movements were slow and shallow at first, but with time, you found yourself adjusting better to his size and capable of taking more. You began to bounce, throwing your head back as your hips met his over and over in messy repetitions. Sounds escaped from Noah, first quiet gasps and whimpers, but growing lower and gruffer the more you moved. 

His nails scraped along your back, digging into the flesh and pulling you into him, and he held out as long as he could, but eventually needed to be back in control, so he flipped you around so you were once again on your back and hooked his arms under your legs to prop you up. 

“Okay if I go harder?” he asked, and you sputtered out something that sounded enough like “yes” to satisfy him. 

He sped up, no longer holding himself back and you only now understood the sheer force his muscles could exert because for a second you lost the ability to comprehend what was happening. 

Sounds you didn’t know you could make escaped without your permission. Noah threw your legs over his shoulder so he could brace himself on either side of your head, folding you in half as he drove himself into you. It was all you could do to keep your eyes locked on his, watching the intensity of his gaze as it burned into you—pupils blown, brow furrowed, jaw tensing. 

“Fuck,” he spat, pulling out of you and flipping you over to all fours before reinserting himself. Wrapping his arm around your middle, he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest. He held you against him by your throat, hand easily wrapping around the circumference and putting only enough pressure on it to keep you where he wanted.

“This okay?” he whispered against your neck and you nodded, body existing on an entirely different plane, just trying to take in everything happening at once. 

He bit your shoulder, sucking another angry red mark into it before releasing you so you could fall forward and rest your face against the soft fibers of the rug—something to ground you while he continued his barrage inside of you. 

He dug his fingers into your hips and used them for leverage as he pounded a steady tattoo into your pussy and you felt the same welling up of energy you’d felt when he had his fingers in you. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he hissed in time with his thrusts. One arm reached around you to feel around for your clit, fingers slipping over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he tried to lock them into place. His thrusts grew sloppy and unfocused, losing control of the rhythm he’d been holding before. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, I’m gonna c—,” he began, but never finished his sentence because the rest came out choked, morphing into a guttural groan. He throbbed inside of you, fingers releasing your clit so he could brace them on your hip as he chased his orgasm to its end. 

As soon as he caught his bearings, he replaced his fingers on your clit, drawing steady tight circles while he continued the best he could to thrust inside of you despite the fact he was well beyond fucked out by that point. 

Already on the brink, you tumbled over the edge easily, cascading waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you rode out your high against his hand. 

You collapsed on the floor, Noah on top of and inside of you, muscles twitching while you fought to catch your breath. 

“Holy shit,” Noah whispered between deep exhales. “Holy shit.” He reached out to tuck your hair behind your ears. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding against the rug. “Yeah, I’m good. You?” 

“Yeah,” he sighed out, wrapping his arm around your middle and rolling you on your side. He peppered kisses over your shoulder and up the back of your neck. “Water?” 

“Please,” you breathed. As you returned to your body, you noticed just how much hydration you’d lost in sweat and other fluids. Your mouth was dry, throat parched and aching against the chill of the air as you sucked in breaths. 

Slowly, Noah removed his softening cock from you. He slipped off the condom, tying a knot in the end and throwing it in the trash can under his desk. Then he fetched a bottle of water from the same mini fridge that had produced the wine, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to you. 

You took it with trembling hands, lifting your head to sip at it, but struggled to force yourself upright. 

“Here,” he said, taking your arm and pulling you to a sitting position so your back could rest against the couch. 

He dragged a blanket from the sofa, throwing it around your shoulders and turned his focus to your legs, caressing your calves while you came down from your high. 

Noah slumped against the couch, resting his forehead on the arm while he drew slow patterns into your legs. After a few more sips of water, your thoughts became less cloudy, awareness returning to the room. You over at Noah, finding him just as exhausted as you felt. 

He turned his head, watching you watching him and his fingers stilled on your leg.  

“Hi,” he said, breaking out into a smile.  

“Hi.” You breathed out a laugh, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to you. He put up no fight, sidling up to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He took the bottle of water from your hands, drinking deeply before handing it back to you and encouraging you to drink more. 

“How are you?” he asked, and all you could do to answer was giggle, still high off endorphins. 

He chuckled softly, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you in so he could kiss you lazily. After a few minutes, he pulled away, collecting a few blankets and cushions from the couch and fashioning a warm nest on the floor. 

“We should get some sleep,” he suggested, and you agreed, finally (albeit reluctantly) sliding back into your clothes and cuddling up next to him on the floor. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back into him and you rested your head on his chest. 

You were both aware you had a lot to discuss in the morning, the biggest question being what this meant for you, but for the time being, you were content to remain in a post-coital haze, listening to his heartbeat, comforted by how solid and sturdy he was underneath you. 

He kissed the top of your head as he wished you goodnight, and the last thought you had before you drifted off to sleep in his arms was that if that was a sin, you could understand why Jesus would feel compelled to die just so you could enjoy it. 

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Roomies

MDNI 18+

1.7k words

Noah Sebastian x Fem!Y/n

CW: unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, fingering, little eensy weensy bit of dirty talk

You and Noah had been roommates for a year on the dot. You both took the day and threw a small “celebration”. You had movies, snacks, your favorite fast food places and of course, alcoholic beverages.

Your movie options were wide ranged, from comedy to horror. Horror was your personal favorite but you didn't mind comedy at all.

You were watching The Shining, currently, such a classic movie. You could never get tired of it but Noah was so over it. You had forced him to watch it at least 25 times with you.

“Y/n, this is so boring!! I've seen this movie at least 30 times and you, even more!” He groaned.

“Whatever! It's my favorite!” You pushed off his annoyance and turned back to the movie. You had a bowl of pretzels, popcorn and chocolate chips. It was a good snack to just snack on while you mindlessly watched the movie.

Noah had his own bowl that he had now got up from his laid-back position on the couch, fully sitting up.

“Noah, move!! You're completely blocking the screen.” You rolled your eyes as Noah smirked and chuckled.

“Oh no! What a tragedy!” He sat facing you now, still covering the TV.

He leaned in close and you knew what would happen. You had no time to run away before Noah's hands were on your sides, tickling you.

“No! Noah oh my god!! Let me go!!” You tried to be mindful of your upstairs neighbors but your voice turned into more of a screech.

Noah completely ignored your pleas and continued his business. You wiggled and squirmed and you were now against his chest. You tried your best to get away from his grasp but it was no use.

Luckily, Noah had stopped, giving you a chance to breathe.

“We're going to get a fucking noise complaint because of you.” You mumbled.

“Yeah, whatever. The landlord is a douche anyways.”

Noah's arms were wrapped around you, keeping you safe and sound. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary. You were both single and sometimes just needed to feel loved.

You wouldn't lie, you found Noah attractive. His tattoos were appealing and his muscles had become more defined since he moved in and his hair had such a nice cut. You would joke about his scar from the lip piercing he had ages ago.

You and Noah had started off as strangers but now you were more inseparable as ever could be.

You were falling asleep as Noah was rocking you both back and forth on the couch, it was pretty late but luckily neither of you had work in the morning. It had worked out perfectly.

“Don't fall asleep on me, now.” His voice was low and rough but yet so comforting.

“Hm? I'm not!” You looked up at him and smiled.

“Seems like you might be.” He softly laughed.

“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.

He gave a soft kiss to your forehead. Usually, they would be friendly and would just be a soft peck, but this one was different.

It lasted longer, his arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer. For a split second, you thought something might have been wrong with him.

“Are you okay, Noah?” Your eyes gave concern when he pulled away.

“I'm perfectly fine, angel.” He smiled.

Angel was a nickname he used often with you when he was being cutesy. A blush rose to your cheeks, your face now being flushed pink.

“You look like one of those anime characters when they blush. You know, with the three blush lines?” His eyes were focused on yours, one hand now playing with their hair.

“Angel?” He sounded anxious.

“Yes, Noah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

A moment of silence was shared between you two before you nodded.

He took it slow and gave you a spiderman kiss. You smiled into the kiss and held onto his arm. When he pulled away, you pulled him back in.

You wanted this for a long time without even knowing.

This kiss was deeper, more meaningful. The first kiss was to seemingly test the waters. To see if either you or him had felt like it was right.

It felt more than right.

In no time, your tongues were dancing around each other and Noah's hand (with permission of course) was starting to explore your body.

His left hand groped your tits while his right hand was slowly dipping into your panties. He was taking too long for your liking, so you took it in your hands and moved his fingers under the waistband of your panties, letting him feel the pool of wetness he had caused you.

It caused him to break from the kiss, letting a soft moan escape from his lips. Instead of going back to your lips, he kissed along your neck. His middle and ring finger started to move along in small circles on your clit. Every so often gliding them up and down your cunt to collect the new wetness that had pooled up.

You leaned your head to the side and watched his hand move from your cunt to remove your pajama pants and underwear.

“Fuck I bet your pussy looks so damn pretty, angel.”

He took in your scent, the perfume you worse drove him up the wall. He could devour you in seconds if you'd allow him.

He had you open your legs, sliding his fingers through your cunt once more before plunging them into you. Your breath was caught in the back of your throat. God only knows how long it's been since you've been fucked, let alone fingered, by another person.

“Oh, god…Noah-” You started to grind against his hand, feeling his free hand grip you tight. You could feel his cock harden and twitch under your back. The way you're moving your body only made it worse. Your back rubbing against Noah's cock was making him go crazy.

His fingers curled up into your g-spot, causing you to shutter and snap your legs closed.

“Don't you dare. Keep them open, angel.”

You tried your best to do as he said. It was so hard. The pleasure was all too much and your body was on the verge of taking a mind of its own.

“Noah- oh god, Noah..” Your cunt tightened and clenched around his fingers, signaling how close you were to him. Noah didn't have to say anything to you to let you get yourself over the edge.

It crashed into you. After fucking yourself for so long, having someone else touch you was undescribable.

Your nails dug into his arm and you slowly came down.

When you had gained your energy back, you turned around, facing Noah, sitting on your knees.

“Take your shorts off.”

“Are you sure, angel? You don't have to-”

“Noah, shut up. Let me have you.”

With no further questions, Noah threw his clothes somewhere in the living room. His cock was utterly beautiful. It had a pretty pink tip, veins running up and down the shaft and god it made you drool.

You spit onto it, stroking it once or twice, so it wouldn't hurt as much when you sat on it.

You desperately wanted to wrap your lips around it and suck him dry, but he denied.

“I won't last long enough, please just let me feel you. Fuck, please, angel.” His words were more so pleas than directions.

You took your shirt off, along with his as you started to crawl into his lap. Once the rest of your clothes were discarded, you sat down on his cock.

Your mouth hung open as Noah's eyes rolled back. You steadied yourself by putting your hands on either side of Noah's shoulders. Noah took charge and placed his hands on your waist.

“Holy shit. You feel like heaven on fucking earth.” His voice was breathy and it made your pussy flutter around him.

You started off by grinding on his cock, letting yourself adjust to his size. He was bigger than you expected and definitely bigger than anyone else you had slept with before.

“You're so fucking big. Holy shit!”

He smirked and started to slightly bounce you up and down. Once you caught onto the pace Noah set, You took it into your own hands.

Noah made a ponytail in his hand and softly pulled your head backwards. He placed a fat hickey onto your neck. He knew you'd be pissed, he knew it would highschool behavior but fuck, he couldnt help it. It looked so perfect on you. Made by him.

Your eyes rolled back and you let your legs do the work for you. Noah was meeting you halfway, thrusting his hips to fuck even deeper into you.

You swore you could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

You knew you'd be sore as fuck tomorrow but it'd all be worth it for the sex you were having with the man in front of you.

“Fuck, you have no idea…how long…I've wanted to do this..” He spoke between catching his breath.

You heard the wet noises from your pussy and your skin hitting together. Weirdly, it was such a hot sound, knowing the cause made you even wetter. You were dripping down your thigh and onto Noah's pelvis bone.

You both were an absolute mess but it felt so good. Neither of you could think straight and all you wanted was to feel was Noah's cock pump you full of his babies.

Noah knew all of your ins and outs. You had many conversations of your kinks and fantasies, solely as friends. Mostly when you were drinking or getting high, but nonetheless, he remembered them all.

“Wanna feel my babies, hm? Feel me stuff you full of my cum.” His words were harsh but his body language was so soft and gentle. Despite his cock completely abusing your cunt.

You nodded, tears building up in your waterline.

“God, yes please Noah. I wanna feel you.”

You felt your stomach tighten up, like a rubber band that was ready to explode.

“Pl-please!!” You cried out

“Cmon, angel. Do it with me. You got it, baby.”

Sweat was building up on his toned chest, making him look even more attractive, if that was at all possible.

Within the next three thrusts, Noah had painted your insides. It made you feel so warm and fucked out. It was utter bliss.

You collapsed on Noah's chest, heaving for air.

Noah's hand ran through your hair as he thanked you.

“Want me to run you a shower, angel?”

[measuredingold]

you right

authors note: hello hello ! two weekends in a row ? i am on fire lol I’ve been working on this piece for awhile and finally got around to finishing it. inspired loosely by you right by doja cat. feedback is always appreciated and i hope you all enjoy !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross posted on ao3

word count: 2.3k

cw/tw: infidelity, p in v ( be like them and wear protection! ), slight…angst?, noah sebastian is bad at feelings, slight hurt ig?, situationship lol, toxic relationship, 18+ mdni

Your breath hitches when Noah's hand runs up the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up against his hip. His lips brush over yours to muffle the noise you make when his hip rolls into yours, pressing you flush against the wall.

"Shit." He groans, pulling back to drop his head down to your chest, lips attaching to your exposed skin.

Your shirt was lost about five minutes ago, along with your bra, and your skirt was now bunched up around your waist. You knew it was a sight to see, Noah attached to you with your head thrown back against the wall, his lips wrapping around your hardening bud. Your hand moves to his hair, fingers twisting in his dark locks and tugging ever so slightly, and the vibration of his moan against your skin has your back arching.

The disappointment that was settling in your stomach was still there, fading, but still there nonetheless. You should be disgusted, ashamed for letting yourself get into this situation again but you're not surprised anymore. Noah was an enigma, pulling you to him whenever he could even if you tried to fight it. You couldn’t help that you wanted him, could never get enough of him. Constantly always craving to feel his lips against yours, to feel his hands caress your body, to feel his hips pressed flush against yours.

He was something you always wanted, needed, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it soon.

Which you should. It'll never go further than this. Sex. That's all it is, all it'll ever be. Two people too stubborn to address their feelings for one another, instead hide it with casual sex. It's sad, and borderline pathetic, but that's how it's always been with him.

And how it always will be.

You thought you got over it. You met someone a few months ago, had a nice thing going. They were nice and treated you well. You thought the hold Noah had on you was finally over, you've moved on. Though, the second your eyes met his across the room tonight, celebrating a mutual friends birthday, you knew that it was a fucking lie.

You're not over him. You never were.

"Noah..." Another tug at his hair has his hips pressing into yours again, causing a moan to slip from your lips.

"Missed this." You hear him mumble, lips trailing up your chest to your neck. "Missed you."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of it slamming into your chest. Missed you. That's the most vulnerable thing he's said to you in... ever. Your hips stutter for just a moment, eyes fluttering open to find that he's pulled back, already staring at you.

"Yeah? You missed me?" You hum out, your grip on his hair loosening.

"Of course I did." He pauses, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, eyes dropping from yours to drag down your body. "Did you miss me?"

When his eyes find yours again you notice the grin tugging at his lips because he knows you did. If you didn't you wouldn't be here right now, his hips flushed against yours with your back against the wall. You roll your eyes, but you know your cheeks are flushing.

"Maybe."

"Don't be like that." His head dips down again, lips brushing against the base of your neck and you can't help but shudder, your fingers in his hair tightening their hold yet again. "Say it."

"...Say what?" You sound breathless, eyes fluttering shut as Noah's teeth grazed over your skin.

"That you missed me." You don't even bother stopping the whine that slips from you when he pulls away, but he doesn't go far. His lips are barely brushing against yours now, forehead pressed firmly against yours. "Say it. Please."

"...I always miss you, Noah."

There's a split second of silence before Noah's surging forward, lips pressing into yours with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up with a bruise on your lips. It moves quickly after that, your underwear being lost somewhere in the dimly lit room with your shirt, and then the sound of his rustling belt as he shoves his jeans down. He pulls away to flip you around, your cheek now pressed against the wall.

Big hands sprawl against your backside, gripping, and the groan Noah lets out from behind you has your core aching.

"Fuck. Look at you..." You hear him shuffling behind you and then the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, and for a second your stomach drops.

He was prepared, which isn't shocking to you, but he couldn't have known you were going to be here tonight. He acted shocked when he saw you, even telling you that he didn't think you'd make it. Had he planned on hooking up with someone else tonight? You don't get to dwell on it for too long, or the way it makes your blood boil from jealousy, because his tip is pressing into your entrance.

"Oh fuck." Your eyes squeeze shut and you reach back blindly, his hand finding yours immediately.

"So fucking tight." He grits out.

Your fingers lace with his and you squeeze hard, because the stretch is almost too much. Almost. You can't lie to yourself and say you hate it, because you don't. You loved the stretch, the burn of it all, because it was a sore reminder the next day that he was yours for a moment. His hand that wasn't laced with yours gripped your hip, his thumb sliding across your bare skin in a comforting manner.

"Always take me so well," He exhales, voice teetering on a whine, and he leans his forehead against your shoulder. "So good."

You just whimper in response, squeezing his hand again. The both of you moan in unison when he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against together. He lifts his head before you feel his lips ghost over your shoulder.

"You okay?"

You nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip to try and keep your noises at bay, mind already racing at how fucking delicious he feels inside. You never understood how he always felt so good, snug deep inside you, like he was meant to be there. He presses another kiss to your shoulder before unlacing your fingers, letting both of his hands now grip your hip as he slowly starts to move.

The drag of his cock has your eyes rolling back, mouth dropping open as he pushed back in, hips snapping against yours. The gentle demeanor is now gone because he knows your time is limited so he doesn't waste it, rocking into you with such force that has you seeing fucking stars. Pleasure courses through your body as the head of his cock slams into that spot over and over, your body shuddering against the wall.

"Noah..."

"What is it, baby?"

"I... I need..." You don't even know what you need and find yourself grinding back against Noah, pushing his cock deeper inside you.

“What do you need?” You only whine at his words, grinding back against him again. You feel one of his hands slide from your hip and down to where the two of you meet, his fingers brushing against your swollen clit. Your body shudders again, a broken moan leaving your parted lips. “Oh? Is this what you need, sweetheart?”

You nod, cheek still pressed against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Noah, baby, please.”

He shushes you, fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “I got you. Don’t worry. Gonna give you what you want.”

You hear him grunt behind you as your cunt clenched around his cock at his words. It was all becoming so much so quickly, if you were more coherent you’d be sad at how little time you actually had left with him, but you can’t even think of that. No, you’re too focused on how fucking good his fingers feel, rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. His thrusts don’t let up either, his pace quickening and the drag of his cock has a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit.” He whines out, giving you one hard thrust before grinding himself against your ass. “Does he fuck you like this, baby?”

You choke on a sob, pussy clenching around his cock and you hear him groan.

“No, he doesn’t. Poor baby was begging me to fuck her.” His face buries against the back of your neck, his thrusts picking up again. “But it’s okay, you don’t need him… because you know all you need is me, right? I’ll always give it to you the way you like.”

He sounds drunk, words slurring in between his moans as he thrusts into you again. Your cheek is starting to hurt with how hard it’s pressed against the wall but you don’t care, chanting Noah’s name over and over again. The fire in the pit of your stomach keeps growing and you blink away the tears that are burning at your eyes.

It’s so good, feels so fucking good but so wrong at the same time. He wasn’t lying. Your sex life with your current partner was fine but nowhere near compared to this. Noah knew your body better than you did and knew exactly what you needed every damn time.

“Noah, I’m…” Your eyes burned and you choked on another moan. The hand between your thighs never let up, and his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat gently.

“Gonna come?” You try to nod in his hold, but his grip on your neck tightens slightly making it difficult. “Yeah? Go ahead. You can come, pretty girl.”

And that does it, the coil in the deepest pit of your stomach undoing. Your vision blurs and if it wasn’t for the grip on your neck, you’re sure your moans would be so loud the entire house would’ve heard you. You don’t even fucking care at this point, too lost in the pleasure that’s coursing through you, and the way Noah continues to pound into you to reach his own high.

“That’s it, fuck. Come all over my cock, baby.” He groans behind you, face burying against your shoulder to muffle his own noises.

Your body convulses with aftershocks of your orgasm, whimpering in over sensitivity. It doesn’t take much longer for Noah to find his own release, hips stilling against your ass as he whined out your name. His hold on your neck releases but he doesn’t move from you.

The two of you stay tangled in each other for a few moments longer, trying to catch your breaths. The reality of what just happened settles over you but for some reason you feel… content. The guilt and disappointment was no longer lingering over you.

“Fuck.” Noah chuckles behind you, lifting his head from your shoulder just a bit to scatter a few kisses where his forehead had been. You preen at the affection. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You say breathlessly, groaning quietly when you feel him shift behind you, cock still buried inside you.

The two of you both whine at the feeling of him slipping out and you couldn’t help but feel sad at the emptiness it left behind. You hear him shuffle around behind you, probably to throw away the condom and to hopefully look for something to clean you off with, and when your felt him settle behind you, the gentle touch of a cotton between your legs has you melting against the wall.

“Sorry to whoever shirt this is.” Noah mumbles, chuckling quietly.

You only hum in response, eyes fluttering closed as the exhaustion enters your body. Noah takes his time and even places another kiss against your shoulder, whispering to you that he was done and that you could get dressed now.

Something shifted in the air after that, the moment much more intimate than the other times you had spent together. But you nod, humming in response again before turning to find your clothes. You find your clothes with ease, Noah's words lingering in your head.

Because you know all you need is me.

The truth in those words makes your throat close up and you try swallowing whatever it is you're feeling away, pulling your underwear up and under your skirt that was still bunched up around your waist. You smooth it down before reaching for your shirt, slipping your arms through the holes. The weight in your chest returns, just like it had when Noah mentioned that he had missed you, the first admission of its kind.

Maybe there was some truth behind that for him, as well. Maybe all he needed was you, too. Your stomach turns at the thought as you begin to button your shirt up with shaky fingers, hearing Noah shuffling behind you in silence.

You begin to wonder what he must be thinking and a part of you is hoping he's thinking the same thing. It's foolish believing, you know it is, but you can't help it. Maybe you two had finally gotten over that unspoken rule that was set in place to where all feelings were avoided? Maybe it was time you two faced the music and admitted to whatever the fuck was going on?

You shouldn't want this. You should let it go. Yet, your mind is racing with all the possibilities and what if's, and you find yourself speaking before you can double down on it.

"Noah, I..."

You finished buttoning your shirt, turning around to finally face the male but find him nowhere to be found. Your heart drops, sinking so low into the deepest pit of your stomach. He's gone. He left you here without even an utter of a goodbye. Your eyes burn and there's a sour taste in the back of your throat, building up slowly as the realization dawns on you.

[familiarscars]

Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 22

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending, but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence, sex explicit, voyeurism.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind, and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

Los Angeles, November 2, 2020.

The silence of the street that morning was an unexpected balm, as the timid sunlight filtered through the living room window. You were sitting on the windowsill, your forehead pressed against the cold glass, watching the birds outside in their incessant cycle.

They would descend to the ground, examine the scattered fruits, and carefully pick the best ones. With their beaks full, they flew back to the nest, where the hungry chicks awaited. But the larger bird, ever vigilant, would push the smaller ones back inside with its wings, blocking any attempts to explore the world beyond the interwoven branches.

It seemed to believe that the nest was all the chicks needed: protection, food, and safety. What more could possibly exist out there to justify their restlessness? To the larger bird, love and care should be enough. And yet, the chicks kept struggling against the limits imposed on them.

The question echoed in your mind like a refrain: why were they so ungrateful? But soon that thought was replaced by another, more disturbing one, like smoke lingering in the air: you understood the chicks. Perhaps because, in some way, you had once been in their place.

"Up early?" Noah’s husky voice broke through behind you, followed by the brief warmth of his lips against your temple. The fresh scent of toothpaste contrasted with the heaviness in your chest.

"I didn’t sleep." Your reply was dry, almost drawn out, as your eyes stayed fixed on the glass, watching the birds. The words came out alongside a faint mist on the window—a testament to your restless breath.

Noah sighed and sat beside you, picking up the phone left at your side. He swiped at the screen for a few seconds before locking the device and shaking his head slowly in disapproval of what he’d read.

You, on the other hand, had spent the entire night immersed in that toxicity. Cruel comments and lies pierced your mind like needles: accusations of assault against Noah, death wishes, judgments of your character.

They knew everything. They knew about your humble childhood in Richmond, your devoutly Christian mother, and your stepfather named Seth. They knew about the abuse you suffered and how you’d been thrown out of your home. They knew you had no one else in this world.

But how? That question throbbed like an open wound. There was no answer. Only the fact that all of it, exposed to millions of strangers, had reduced you to ashes, while the memories you’d tried to bury were unearthed without mercy.

"We agreed not to give attention to this kind of thing," Noah’s voice was low, almost pleading, as he placed the phone back where it was.

"It’s easy to say that when none of those comments are about you." Your voice was muffled, your forehead still pressed against the glass.

"I know it’s shit, okay? I’m sorry for that, but we both agreed that ignoring this situation and moving forward as if we lived in a bubble was the best thing to do!"

You slowly pulled away from the window, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. Then you opened them again, turning to face him. He was there but felt distant.

He had taken on a burden that wasn’t his. He carried your problems as if they were his own, trying to live a life that didn’t belong to him. All because he believed that by doing so, he could keep you by his side.

"Right, but where exactly are we ignoring this, Noah?" Your voice was firm, cutting through the air. He frowned, surprised by your question. "We’re locked inside the house like prisoners. You’ve banned any interaction with the public during and after shows. You changed my costumes, cut the band’s meet-and-greets. None of us have social media anymore. You want to be with me from the moment I wake up until the moment I fall asleep. Is this what you call ignoring what they’re doing to me? Treating me like I’m the problem and need to be hidden away, as if I were a threat?"

The accusation hung in the air like a muffled thunderclap, leaving a silence that felt heavier than the morning itself.

Noah didn’t respond immediately. His expression hardened, his jaw clenched, and he looked away toward the street as if searching for an answer among the still trees or lonely lampposts. It was as if the words tangled inside him, trapped, struggling to escape. You knew that look. He was carefully choosing what he could or couldn’t say, trying to avoid letting any word spark a storm.

"Wait..." He furrowed his brows after a long pause. "Is it just me, or are you trying to pin this on me?"

"I’m giving you the part of the blame that’s yours!"

"But it makes no sense for you to talk like this, as if I’m keeping you captive! Fine, maybe those people don’t exist outside the internet, but what about that guy? Do you really think I’m wrong for wanting to protect you after what he did to you and knowing he might still be out there?" He shouted, slamming his hand against his thighs, the sound echoing in the room’s silence. "Seth was following us during the tour, and you didn’t even care to let us know that could be happening!"

"I thought I had everything under control, and Seth is my problem!"

"Control? I can only imagine what was giving you that false sense!" Noah's tone hardened, his eyes darkening in a way that was almost frightening. "You didn’t just risk your life, you put all of us in danger, holding onto a ticking time bomb like that and not telling anyone! This ridiculous habit of yours, thinking you have to solve everything on your own, nearly destroyed everything!"

"Ridiculous habit?" Your voice came out weaker than you’d hoped because, deep down, you understood his desperation. "Wanting to deal with my problems like an adult, without leaning on anyone, is a ridiculous habit to you?"

"That’s not what I meant. But when you refuse my help, when you ignore everything I do to protect you, you act selfishly because you’re only thinking about preserving your pride, which, let’s face it, is useless in a situation like this!"

Noah had always been like that. He turned love into possession, protection into armor that suffocated as much as the pain he tried to shield you from.

"And when you make my problems your own because of this hero complex of yours, isn’t that selfishness?" you shot back.

He ran his hands through his hair, exhaling sharply. His fingers trembled briefly before disappearing into his pockets. It was rare to see Noah like this, vulnerable, and that only made it hurt more. He was trying to be strong. Trying to be firm. But the truth was, he was breaking along with you—one piece at a time.

"I don’t want you to carry this alone," he said, his voice steady now. His gaze met yours, direct, filled with a raw intensity that made him seem like someone else. "I see you destroying yourself. I see how all this crap hurts you, and it kills me a little more every day. I just want to keep you whole!"

"Noah, you don’t want to keep me whole because you care about me. You’re afraid of what might happen to your life if I cease to exist."

He shook his head but said nothing.

"That’s the real selfish act. You mask your protection with a prison without bars. Because you’ve forgotten how to live your own life. Since you realized I could breathe for both of us, you stopped trying."

You stood up from the window, your legs trembling after sitting in the same position for so long, and faced him. He didn’t look away. Every detail of his exhaustion was there, plain as day: the deep circles under his eyes, the pale skin, the lips pressed into a tense silence. Noah was just a shadow now. A shadow of what he thought he needed to be to keep you safe.

"I’ve never heard such nonsense in my life." He rolled his eyes, incredulous. "You point out my overprotectiveness and forget I do this not just for you, but for the band, for our career! That’s what’s at risk every time you decide to do whatever you want and fuel news as bad or worse than this!"

"Your ability to spin a topic to dodge your mistakes is fascinating."

"You complain about feeling trapped and pressured by me, but when did you ever do something to keep your name out of those headlines?" he countered, his voice rising. "I’m not talking about the Seth incident, that was an isolated mess, but I’m referring to your preference for destroying your image daily instead of being woman enough to clear up the truths and lies about you! Oh no, wait, you’re waiting for me to do it!"

"It’s the least you owe me, seeing as it’s your fans accusing me of assault!"

"And what about all the other times?" he demanded, his eyes blazing. "Don’t tell me Miss I’m Strong and Handle Everything Alone has never been capable of defending herself? Don’t dump everything on me now."

You let out a weak laugh, but it was drenched in disappointment. Maybe it hurt as much as betrayal because it felt like he’d been holding onto all those words as a weapon, waiting for the right moment to use them. Your chest ached, burned in a way that almost made you want to scream. But you held firm, crossing your arms and digging your fingers into your skin as if it could anchor you.

"I guess I was too busy using myself as a shield to keep anything from reaching you. Sorry if I didn’t have time to craft a better statement." Your tone was dry.

"And why did you waste your time doing that?" he shot back, his challenging tone at odds with the gleam in his eyes, where tears threatened to surface.

"Because you could never survive a single day in my shoes."

Noah let out a bitter laugh, glancing up at the ceiling as if trying to escape the conversation. Slowly, he pushed himself up, walking toward you with deliberate, almost calculated steps.

"You, you, you, you..." He repeated as he leaned down to meet your eyes. The man before you now wasn’t the Noah you knew. He was a stranger. "It’s always about you."

"There are many things I’ve learned from you in five years, Noah. One of them is how to make the scene about myself even when I’m trying to do something for someone else," you said firmly, your chest puffed out as you held his gaze. "Maybe it was never about us."

With those words, you pulled away from him, running your sleeve under your eyes to wipe away the tears threatening to fall. It didn’t matter that, deep down, you could hear his heavy sigh, almost a grunt, as if a sword had pierced his chest. You remained resolute, grabbed your bag, and walked to the door.

Noah grabbed your wrist, his grip firmer than you expected.

"Where are you going?" His voice was urgent, almost desperate.

"I need to breathe."

And with that, you pulled away from him and slammed the door behind you.

The streets were wet from the drizzle that came and went without warning. You walked aimlessly, stomping into puddles as if you could crush the anger underfoot. The streetlights cast long shadows stretching ahead of you, but your mind was elsewhere. Each step echoed with Noah’s words, the accusations and excuses he used to justify everything.

It was as if he was always watching from the sidelines, looking at the bigger picture where he was the center. The band, the career, the reputation. All of it seemed to matter more than you, especially now that he no longer hid how much the climb to success had changed him. It wasn’t about protecting you but about protecting what he thought he couldn’t afford to lose after everything he’d achieved. You felt it now, as though he had shaped your entire relationship around his own interests.

And you? You were just a piece in this game he controlled.

The cold wind hit your face, but it couldn’t extinguish the heat burning in your chest. The anger, the frustration, the hurt—it was all a tangled mess that seemed to grow with every thought. Noah made it seem like you were always purposefully swimming against the current, that every move you made was a calculated risk he had to rein in and tether under his control. It didn’t matter if you were right or not.

Your eyes landed on a neon sign flashing at the entrance of a bar. The muffled sound of live music spilled through the partially open door, and for a moment, you hesitated. But something pushed you inside. Maybe it was the need to forget, even if just for a few hours.

The atmosphere was warm, welcoming in its own way. The cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol and old wood. You went straight to the counter and ordered a shot of something strong. You drank it quickly, feeling the heat slide down your throat like a spark. You ordered another, and then one more. The music in the background began to draw your attention, the sound of the guitar and the raspy vocals filling the space. You turned, letting your eyes find the stage.

A lone singer stood there, his face partially obscured by the dim light, but his energy seemed to overflow. You found yourself moving closer, almost unconsciously, drawn to the music like a moth to a flame. When you were close enough, he looked at you, a faint smile on his face.

“We have a special guest in the audience tonight,” he said into the microphone, his eyes fixed on yours. “Care to join me on stage?”

You felt your heart clench, a mix of surprise and hesitation. But before you could think too much, the crowd began clapping and cheering you on. It was like an invisible push. You climbed onto the stage, took the microphone he extended, and took a deep breath.

The music started softly, and you felt the melody pull you into a place you hadn’t visited in a long time. When the first notes escaped your lips, your mind was flooded with memories.

Pearl’s bar. The simple, magical nights when everything was easier, when music was the only bond you and Noah needed. He came every night, sat in the same spot, and you always knew he was there before even seeing him. It was his gaze that made the entire world disappear. You remembered your first duet, how your voices met, intertwining as if they had always belonged together.

And then came love. So easy, so inevitable. Noah was the spark, and you were the fire. Everything seemed perfect back then. Music united you in a way nothing else could.

But now, as you sang, reality seemed to overlay the memories. The Noah you once knew wasn’t the same man who now seemed more concerned with appearances and status. And you were no longer the enchanted girl who sang just for him.

When the song ended, the applause was deafening. You smiled, an empty smile that didn’t reach your eyes. The audience’s gratitude didn’t move you as it once had. It was as if the flame that burned inside you had been extinguished. You thanked them and stepped off the stage, the weight in your chest heavier than ever.

Back at the counter, you ordered another drink. As the bartender filled your glass, you stared at your reflection in the mirrored wall behind him. For a moment, you didn’t recognize the person looking back.

From the corner of your eye, you could see a scene that churned your stomach more than the acidic amount of alcohol you’d been drinking. A woman and a little girl who looked like her were sitting at a table, sharing a plate of fries while enjoying the next song.

You watched from afar, like an invisible observer in a world that wasn’t yours. The woman stroked the girl’s hair as she laughed, swinging her small legs on the high chair. They shared a plate of fries, chatting between bites, as if they existed in a universe apart, shielded from any pain or emptiness. The live music filled the air but seemed distant, muffled by the growing weight in your chest.

You wished you could feel homesick. Wished you knew what it was like to have a place to return to, where someone was waiting for you, ready to hear your sorrows. You wished you had the kind of bond they shared, the freedom to rest in a lap that was your safe haven. But you had never known what that felt like.

A fragmented memory surfaced — your mother’s face, always serious, always distant, as if she were a figure hovering over you instead of someone present by your side. You tried to recall if there had ever been a gesture like that, a caress through your hair, a moment of carefree laughter. Nothing. Only the void of memories that never existed.

The lump in your throat became unbearable. You couldn’t look at them anymore. Grabbing your things in a hurry, you stumbled over your own feet and left the bar as if the air inside were suffocating you. The rain had grown stronger, and you felt the cold drops hit your face like tiny knives. The wind seemed to mock your vulnerability, but you kept walking without knowing where, fighting the feeling that you were utterly alone in the world.

Your phone was in your hand before you even realized it. Your fingers trembled as they searched for your mother’s number in the contact list. When you finally pressed call, the sound of the ringing echoed like a desperate prayer in the night’s silence.

One ring. Two. Three.

Each second of waiting seemed to tear something out of you.

Four. Five.

She didn’t answer.

The rain seemed to weigh more with each passing moment, as if the sky, too, was aware of the emptiness opening inside you. You slowly lowered the phone, your gaze lost somewhere ahead. It wasn’t anger you felt but something deeper, more corrosive. An agony that came from a place even alcohol couldn’t numb.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the woman and the little girl leaving the bar, the child now holding a small, colorful umbrella that nearly swallowed her. The mother pulled the hood of her coat over her daughter’s head as they talked, laughing at something you couldn’t hear. They passed by you, so close you caught the sweet scent of perfume mixed with fries.

And then, they were gone.

You stood there, motionless in the rain, feeling your heart weigh in your chest like an anchor. There was no one to call, no one to listen. You pressed the phone against your chest, trying to contain the sob that escaped your throat. But it was useless. The tears came, mingling with the rain, and for the first time in a long while, you let the loneliness consume you completely.

Across the street, under the dim light of a lamppost barely piercing the darkness, two men stood too close to each other. One of them, with a hood pulled low over his eyes, held something small and rectangular in his hand. The other looked tense, glancing around as they exchanged a few quick, inaudible words beneath the sound of rain hitting the pavement.

You stopped walking, blinking against the drops wetting your lashes. That scene, so subtle and mundane, should have gone unnoticed. But something about it ignited a fire in you, a fire fueled by hurt, loneliness, and a deep anger you could no longer ignore.

The promise you had made — to yourself, to Noah, to whoever — briefly flickered in your mind but was swallowed by something greater, something overwhelming. Fury. A fury that made you tremble, not from the cold, but from the urge to do anything to escape the void consuming every fiber of your being.

You crossed the street without thinking, your feet slightly stumbling on the uneven curb. The second man, the one receiving the package, noticed you and muttered something before turning and disappearing around the corner, hands stuffed in his pockets. That left only one. He saw you before you got close but didn’t show surprise — he just glanced at you sideways, with the tired expression of someone who’s seen it all.

You stopped in front of him, your heart racing and your clothes clinging to your body, rain streaming down your skin. He said nothing. Neither did you.

Your hand went to your jacket pocket, pulling out a crumpled bill that had barely survived the dampness. It was enough. It always was. You held the wet paper between your fingers, showing it without ceremony.

He didn’t ask what you wanted. He didn’t need to. Without a word, he reached into an inner pocket and pulled out two small packages, almost identical to the one he’d just handed to the other man. The plastic gleamed under the faint light, so translucent you could almost see what was inside.

You traded. Just like that.

You had just broken your promise.

⭑ @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard ; @iluvmewwwww75 ; @anarchydomainglory ; @foliosgirl ; @lma1986 ; @chey-h ; @supersquirrel1996 ; @zozaline​ ; @just-randomm-stuff

[kaliforniahigh]

Noah and this lightning 💜

[xx-like-a-villian-xx]

I'd Love To Watch

You’re forced to share a room with Noah and he wonders what book you’re reading.

This one is for all my dark romance reading babes, stay slay 🥀

My ao3 is HERE

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in anything upcoming posts, (I have so many WIPs)

CW: one bed trope (ugh my fave), mentions of dark romance, fingering, Noah is a MUNCH, squirting, forced proximity (let me know if I need to add any more)

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

“Are you kidding me?” You groan, staring at the second suitcase in the bedroom that you called dibs on when you arrived at the Airbnb. “Matt, who put their shit in my room?” You call out to your best friend and tour manager who walks towards you, a smug smirk on his face.

”Well Noah kept saying he would take the couch but there’s a California King in there so I told him he should just bunk in with you tonight.” He leans against the doorframe, grinning. “Call it team building.”

”Team building?” You scoff, exasperated.

All you want is one night to yourself without being stuck in a bus full of sweaty guys and Matt thinks it's funny to let the man you’ve been trying to avoid all tour share your room.

Noah doesn’t like you, it’s been clear since day one. Every time he talks to you he’s so patronising and cocky it makes your blood boil but it’s not like you can say much. You’re just their merch girl after all, replaceable. If it wasn’t for Matt you wouldn’t even have the opportunity so you keep your mouth closed and stay out of Noah’s way unless it’s important.

“Does Noah know that we’re sharing?” You fold your arms over your chest, staring at your best friend.

Matt chuckles. “More than aware, he actually seemed fine with it.” Your eyebrow raises in surprise and he laughs. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You watch Matt retreat to his room and get to work pulling your pyjamas out from your suitcase, locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for what you now know is going to be a hell of a long night.

While brushing your teeth you hear someone shuffle into the bedroom and you groan internally. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, you gather your discarded clothes from the day and take a deep breath before opening the en-suite door.

Noah is lying spread eagle on the bed, wearing a pair of basketball shorts with no top, scrolling on his phone. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence when you put your things back into your suitcase. You roll your eyes, grabbing your book to sit in the window seat across from the bed for a while, quietly reading to yourself. The silence is thick and you can hear his heavy breathing, distracting you from your book.

Your eyes flick from the dark romance novel to the man on the bed, eyes trailing over the expanses of ink that cover his toned skin and you feel heat pooling in your core.

”Anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” His voice breaks you out of your trance and your eyes flick back to the words on the page.

You scoff. “I wasn’t staring, you just breathe really loud and it’s pissing me off.”

He chuckles darkly. “Yeah, sure thing sweetheart.”

The sound of movement reaches your ears but you daren’t look at him, lifting the book higher to hide your red face. Suddenly the novel is snatched from your hands and you scramble to grab it back from him.

”Heartless Heathens?” He hums, holding the book out of your reach as he reads the blurb then flicks through a couple of pages, eyes widening. “Jesus, Y/N. I didn’t realise you were into this kinky shit.”

Your face is tomato red, burning hot as you try to wrestle the book from his hands.

“Noah give me my book back!”

All he does is laugh, eyes flicking back and forth as he reads the page I had bookmarked. “Oh my god! ‘Does that tight pussy hurt when my fat cock stretches it out like this?’ Wow…”

His dark eyes meet yours and you squeeze them shut out of embarrassment, hiding your face with your hands.

”You like that shit, huh?” You can hear the amusement in his voice as steps forward, throwing the book down on the window seat. You want the ground to swallow you up when you feel him staring down at you.

You huff, removing your hands from your face. “Loads of people do, it’s just a book.”

“I mean, do you like that stuff? Guys talking to you like that in bed? Asking you if it hurts when they stretch you out on their cock?”

You laugh, he’s joking right? You look up at him and your mouth goes dry when you see his dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

”I don’t know,” you shrug. “I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years, I don’t really have the time.”

Noah looks taken aback at your words and his lips turn up into a smirk. “A pretty girl like you? Surely you have guys begging for a chance in every state we visit.”

You chortle, crossing your arms. “Unlike most guys, I don’t need sex.”

He scoffs, picking the book back up. “So you just read this casually?”

”Most of the time.”

”And the rest of the time?”

The hot flush returns to your cheeks, reaching the tips of your ears. “That’s none of your business.”

He starts to flick through the pages again, humming as he reads. “Can I take a guess?”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, go ahead.” You throw yourself down onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as he paces, reading.

“I think you like this Corvin guy most, I can imagine you getting all hot and bothered when you read his parts and you can’t help but find yourself fingerfucking yourself in your bunk when everyone is asleep.” His head tilts when he stops to look at you, his eyes searching for the telltale signs of your arousal, grinning when he sees your thighs clench together. “Am I correct?”

You shake your head in disbelief. What’s his game and why is he trying to get under your skin over some book. Your underwear feels damp from the wetness that is pooling at your core from his words and you have to stop yourself from lunging at him, to either punch him or kiss him…you’re unsure which one would be more satisfying.

”C’mon Y/N, tell me.” He sits next to you, pointing at a section where the main character is riding Corvin. “Is this what you get off to?”

You feel all too hot and bothered with him sitting next to you with his shirt off, tattooed skin taunting you as he tries to coerce the secrets of your alone time out of you.

”If I wasn’t in here right now is that what you’d be doing? Getting off over your little dark romance book?”

”What’s your deal Noah? Why do you want to know about all this?” You sit up straighter and he lounges back, eyeing you humorously.

He shrugs. “It’s just cute that you read this horny stuff. I never took you as the type to get riled up by it, is all.”

”You’d be surprised.” You mumble and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

”You read worse?”

”Oh shut up, Noah. It’s just dumb fiction, why are we even still talking about this?”

He turns to his side, propping himself up on his elbow, eyes burning into the side of your head. “Because I can tell how hot and bothered you are right now and it’s kind of sexy, I must admit.”

You gulp at his words, staring straight ahead in a conscious effort not to look at him or all of your resolve might falter.

”So tell me, were you so pissed about having to share this room because you wanted some special alone time tonight with your little smut novel?”

You can feel his smirk and the tension in the room thickens, turning into a storm cloud of lust.

”You can still do it, you know.”

Your eyes finally dart to his smug face and your eyebrows furrow. “What?”

He shrugs casually. “You can still get yourself off, I could read to you if you want?”

Your swallow thickly, your core throbbing at his words. “No, that’s weird.”

Noah chuckles. “Masturbation isn’t we-“

”I fucking know that! What’s weird is you’re my boss and you’re offering to read to me while I make myself cum. Do you hear yourself?”

You can’t lie to yourself, the offer is almost too tempting. It’s not fair that the most attractive man you know is basically offering to help you get your rocks off but he hates you right? He’s always so moody and weird around you. Why is he being like this?

He sits up, scooting closer so your shoulders are touching and he leans close to your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. “Or I could tell you every wicked little fantasy I’ve had about you since you waltzed into the studio with Matt all those years back.’

Your eyebrows raise and you turn to him, his mouth just inches from yours. “You fantasise about me?”

He laughs, a smug sound that makes you want to punch him. “Oh yeah, my favourite is the one where I get to bend you over and rip apart those fishnets you love to wear, the ones with the lace flowers on.” His eyes darken as he reminisces over the lewd thoughts and your mind wanders.

How would it feel to have his hands all over you, tearing away those expensive tights that you adore? How would it feel to have him buried to the hilt inside you as he pushes your head into whatever surface he can find? Fuck its all too much.

”Noah, we shouldn’t talk about this stuff.” You try to reason with yourself but your resolve quickly disappears when his long inked finger trails up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your silky black pyjama shorts.

“Why? We’re both adults.” He smiles almost innocently.

”Because you don’t like me.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Since when? Didn’t I just tell you that I literally think about how I want to bend you over?”

You roll your eyes. “You literally talk to me like shit the majority of the time.”

”I like watching you squirm.” His smile is cocky and it only sends more electricity to your core because he’s right, he does make you squirm and you like it too.

A lust filled silence lingers in the air as he stares into your eyes, a smirk plastered on his lips.

”So do you still want to get yourself off, I’d love to watch.” He cocks an eyebrow and there it is, the last of your resolve leaving out the window.

”Fine.”

He’s like a kid in a candy shop when he sits up, watching you lie down on the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you close your eyes, trying to pretend he isn’t there. You slide the silk shorts down your legs, leaving the black lace thong on and your hand travels over the soft fabric, running over the damp patch that is only getting bigger.

You gasp when you slide your hand between the fabric, fingers slipping between your slick folds, easily finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that's been begging to be touched since you walked out of the bathroom to find Noah sprawled out shirtless on the bed. Oh how you wanted to just climb on top of him, to sink down on his cock like you owned him.

A quiet whimper escapes your lips when you circle your clit, slowly teasing yourself to the images of Noah’s cock buried deep inside your cunt. You feel him shift next to you to get a better look at your movements, how your fingers move under the dark lace of your panties. You hear him take a shaky breath and it sends shockwaves to your sensitive core.

“Does that feel good?” His voice is deep, coarse in your ear and you whine out a confirmation, moving your fingers faster over your clit. “God, you don’t know how good you sound. Do you like it when I talk to you?”

”Y-yes.” You sigh and he chuckles.

”Such a good girl.” He whispers, breath tickling your ear. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, huh? Do you want to be good for me and remove your underwear so I can see how you touch that pretty little pussy? God, I bet it’s so perfect.”

You whimper, using your spare hand to push the lace down your thighs, kicking them off as you toy with yourself. Noah leans forward, a hand landing on your thigh to pull your legs further apart and a feral groan leaves his throat when you spread yourself open for him to see just how wet you are, fingers covered in wet slick.

”Oh fuck, you look so good sweetheart. Show me how you bury those pretty fingers in there.”

You push two fingers into your core, the wet sound reaching your ears. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life. You hear Noah’s breathing quicken as he watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, soft moans leaving your bitten lips.

”Doing so fucking well for me.” The praise feels like heaven when it meets your ears and you speed up, curling your fingers upwards. “Fuck, what I would do to bury my own fingers inside you.”

”Please.” You whine, opening your eyes to look at him, your breath coming out in pants when his lust blown eyes meet yours.

“Please what?” He smirks, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear as you find your clit again, rubbing your soaked fingers over the sensitive bud.

“I need your fingers inside me, please.” You’re so fucking needy and you can tell how much he gets off on it by how his smirk grows into a cruel grin and he holds his fingers against your plump lips.

”Are you gonna suck them for me? Get them nice and wet like the good little slut you are?” Your eyes roll back at his words and he gasps when your tongue swirls around the calloused pads of his fingers, soaking them with your saliva.

He pushes two long fingers into your warm mouth and you hollow your cheeks around them, staring up at him with innocent eyes that make his aching cock strain against his shorts. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and trails them down the valley of your clothed chest, down your navel to where your own fingers are still toying with your clit. Your eyes follow and your hand moves, giving him full access to where you need him most.

”You gonna watch me fuck you with my fingers huh?” He smiles sweetly, sliding his fingers up and down your drenched folds teasingly.

You nod, leaning up on your elbows to watch his slender fingers disappear between your folds, rubbing tight circles around your clit and you gasp his name, your mouth falling open at the immense pleasure. He chuckles, sliding them to your entrance to gather the wetness that pools there, moving back to your clit to play with it all too slowly.

”Please Noah.” You whine and he tuts.

”Be patient, I’ll get there. I want a better look.”

He moves to lie between your legs, pushing your legs further apart to get a good look at your glistening cunt. You can feel his breath hot against you and you could just cum right there without him even touching you, especially with how he looks up at you through those long lashes, eyes black and predatory like he wants to eat you whole.

“You’ve got such a perfect pussy, fuck.” He groans, pushes his long middle finger in, the dark ink disappearing inch by inch inside your cunt and you moan louder than expected, your hand flying to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, it feels so good, so soft.”

A second finger joins the first and he slowly curls them, finding that spot that leaves you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back, your head lolling back on your shoulders. His spare hand grips your inner thigh with a bruising hold and you're sure there will be bruises there tomorrow but you don’t mind, it feels like heaven.

”My mouth is so close to your pussy I can practically taste you.” He growls and your hips buck, pushing his fingers even deeper inside you. He chuckles darkly. “Do you want me to taste you?”

You sob, nodding enthusiastically.

”Use your words, pretty girl.” He hums, kissing your pelvic bone.

”Please taste me.”

He hums, his hot tongue dragging over your folds before his lips close around your clit, leaving you gobsmacked from how fucking good his tongue feels against you with his fingers fucking into you.

You’re close, you can feel that tightness building in your lower abdomen, so fucking close. His fingers curl faster, his tongue lapping over your clit like you’re the last water source on Earth and you’re falling. Your legs shake, a feral groan leaving your lips as your orgasm rips through your body like a fucking tornado. His fingers only move faster as his lips leave your sensitive clit and you're tipping over the edge again just as quickly, gushing around his fingers and the bed sheets below.

”Fuck, good girl!” He grins, lapping your sweet nectar from your thighs. “Think you’ve got another?”

You have no time to protest, he rises to slide between your thighs, fingers still buried deep inside your cunt as he stares down at you, curling them fast exactly where he knows he can drag another orgasm from you. His free hand covers your mouth when you cum again, screaming into his palm, soaking the front of his shorts where his leaking cock strains against them.

”Good fucking girl, well done!” He kisses your forehead, pulling his drenched hand away from your sensitive core to suck his fingers clean.

You stare at him in bewilderment when he smiles down at you. You’re in shock at how much you just came for a man you thought hated you half an hour ago.

”I think I need to catch you reading more.” He chuckles.

”Shut the fuck up.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into a searing kiss.

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“So you two didn’t kill each other last night?” Matt smirks when you make your way downstairs in the morning, wearing one of Noah’s shirts with him freshly showered following behind you.

Folio storms past, looking a little worse for wear. “I would’ve preferred it if they did, I need to bleach my ears.” He groans, pouring himself a mug of coffee.

You blush bright red, throwing a grape at the drummer and Noah wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

”Guess my plan worked then.” Matt chuckles, popping a grape in his mouth with a grin.

[darksigns-exe]

coming soon: a prayer to venus - noah sebastian x ofc

december 20th || midnight cet

Noah has always been somewhat sure about himself, albeit a little insecure and unsatisfied when it comes to his height and weight. So really, he can’t explain the feeling that barrels through his brain like a freight train at that moment. He can’t tear his eyes away. Narcissus has nothing on him.

It’s almost as if he’s had a minor problem with his vision and has tried on glasses for the first time.

[badnoahmens]

You’re Mine

Noah Sebastian x Reader

3.6k words.

A/N: jealous Noah has me feeling strong feelings. Smutty shit so 18+ only. Wrote this instead of working on higher priority WIPs.

You twist the handle for the hot water off, steam being the only thing that filled the small shower around you now. After the long day you had, a nice, hot shower was the only thing that seemed to help take the edge off. With a sigh, you step from the warmth surrounding you, reaching for the towel and swiftly tucking in the side to preserve your modesty.

As you exit from the bathroom, you swipe meaninglessly through your phone, scrolling through photos posted from friends and the odd targeted advertisement. With a small ding a new notification graces the top of your screen. An old friend of yours, Patrick, that you had kept in touch with throughout the years, had recently reached out and was sending memes he thought you would like. Seeing as the two of you had similar jobs, they were mostly focused on that. Innocent enough, but it wasn’t worth looking at now.

Without taking much notice of your surroundings, you walk between the bathroom and into the kitchen in search of a snack to quell your cravings. Noah was leaning on the counter in the middle of the kitchen, elbows propping up with one hand curled into a fist under his chin, the other scrolling through something on his phone. His eyes were slightly glazed over, a side effect of the doom scrolling that he often fell into. You side-eye him as you walk past, pulling an unimpressed face as you responsibly reach for an apple.

The bite you take makes a loud crunch that is the only sound that breaks the silence in the room. The chewing that follows is equally as loud and disturbing, echoing as an irritating wet, mushy slurp. You kept your eyes on Noah as you took a second loud bite from the apple, knowing full well he loathes the sound.

Another scroll with his thumb flashes bright colours and fast-moving videos on his phone, still unaware of your presence.

A third bite of the apple, this one finally earning a reaction. His head slowly turns, pivoting on the hand that he still has balancing under his chin, his eyes landing on you as you take a fourth, menacingly slow and obnoxiously loud bite.

And then it is a stare-down. You refuse to let up, keeping a blank expression on your face as you grind down, meticulously masticating the organic surgery fruit. Noah squinted his eyes, knowing full well that it was your intention to bother him. He clicks his phone so the screen locks, and places it gently on the counter.

“Alright! That’s it!” he finally calls as you lift the apple, almost gone now, to your mouth dramatically slowly for another bite, although you never get to take it. Noah stands and strides over to you, snatching the apple from your hands, tossing it into the bin that sat in the corner of the room. It was immediately after that you were tossed over his shoulder, flailing in a panic. He turned on his heels and speed-walks to the bedroom. You bounced slightly as the pace he held wasn’t one that was all that graceful. He was laughing maniacally at your feeble attempts to squirm from his grasp. You would never tell him that you weren’t actually trying.

With a jostle and a thud, he dumps you on your back, the soft mattress bouncing below you. You fight playfully, trying your best to catch Noah’s fast and nimble hands as they darted in and out, tickling your sides. His smile is palpable, his hair wavering from side to side as he adjusts his plan of attack every time you twist and turn under him. He has his knees pinned by your sides, grey sweats and a black t-shirt lingering over you as his colourful, decorated arms and neck looked ever so enticing. You couldn't help but notice the way that his pants twitched as he continued to hold you pinned down on the bed.

In a sudden change of heart, his hands stop, grasping your wrists and holding them above your head in one of his hands. He drops his face so that it is an inch from yours. His breath wafted over your face and you smiled, glancing between his intense gaze and watching the way he licked his lips.

“How was your shower? Did it fix your bad day?” He asked. His head tilted to the side slightly. The question sounded innocent enough, right?

“I’m still a little tense,” you reply. And you were honest with your response. It was a long day. When you arrived home, your bags were quickly dumped on the floor by the door haphazardly, a huff leaving you in an attempt to exult some of the emotion that had pent up all day. Working with kids was difficult on a normal day, but there must have been something in the air today for them to be as wild as they were. Noah knew you were in a less-than-ideal mood. Bless his soul, he did try and help, but the best thing you could do was to wash the day away. Now, even after a shower, the aftereffects of a bad day were still lingering despite being only towel-clad underneath your boyfriend.

“Turn over” he motions with his head, releasing your hands from his vice grip allowing you to lay on your stomach instead. In the midst of this motion, he tweaks his fingers under the top of where your towel sat, tugging at the tuck that held it secure. You had a sharp inhale as the cold air hit your bare skin, still warm and slightly damp from your shower.

You heard Noah hum behind you and you glance over your shoulder back at him, but he doesn't see your face. Instead, his eyes are trailing down your body, pupils dilating when he sets his sight on your ass.

Noah was an ass man for sure. And he was obsessed with yours. He would always be so handsy with you, the odd playful slap here and there, tucking his hand into your back pocket to cop a feel when he probably shouldn't be, even his favourite sex positions were the ones where it was front and centre in his view.

You tucked your hands under your chin, still twisting so that you could see Noah in your peripherals. His hands started to glide over your back, down your sides, following the sweet contours of your body. Noah let out a low growl from deep within, but you’re certain he wasn’t aware of half the noises he was making; the deep breaths, slight gasps and quiet moans.

Using all of his restraint, Noah tears his gaze from your ass and lifts his body so that he is kneeling over you, hands now placed on your shoulders. He could still feel the tension in the knots that had built up over time, forming firm ridges across your shoulders and back. Tattooed digits started to knead into the tender muscles twisting under your skin. The pressure mixed with the slow circles made you close your eyes and let out an involuntary moan. Noah hummed and smiled to himself, knowing the power this had over you. You were such a sucker for massages, and could never deny having Noah;s hands all over your body.

He continued to try his best to break down the clusters of tension, twisting and rubbing at the bundles that had gathered over a long time. Your head would roll from one side to the other, allowing Noah to work into different areas and use different pressures to make some kind of difference. Noah would be lying if he said he didn’t love it too. Having his hands all over you? Making you feel good? Knowing full well that this often led to something far more exciting? Yes please.

It was at this moment, as you were about to be lost to Noah’s touch and oblivious to the world, when your phone dinged again. Lifting it up to your face, another notification from your old friend lit up the phone that was strewn carelessly on the bed next to you.

Noah’s hands stopped.

“Who’s Patrick’?” Noah asks, the slighted hint annoyance in this voice. You readjusted your position so you could see Noah’s face, his expression blank. You tried to wriggle so you could twist from under him, but his legs tensed and squeezed you so you were stuck, completely at his mercy.

“He’s an old friend. Has a similar job. Been sending me some memes about work. He sent me one earlier but I didn’t respond so he’s probably sending another” you answer.

“Sending you memes, huh? He does this often?” Noah’s leg muscles were still tense beside you as he sat back on his haunches, warm calloused hands now retreating from your body.

“I mean, a little bit. He reached out last week after he started a new job with someone I used to know.” You pause, Noah’s demeanour was changing before your very eyes. Now, he seemed a little standoffish.

Noah makes a “Hmff” noise in response.

“Noah?” He doesn’t respond. “Are you jealous?”

No response again.

“Noah” you call once more.

“You’re seriously moody because I have been talking to an old friend?” You prop your head up on your hands in an effort to get a better view of Noah. Although you could see his face, he had turned to look across the room beyond you, and he seemed perplexed.

“Fine. Don’t talk to me. That's totally fine” you say sarcastically, shifting underneath him to slip out from his legs still perched beside you. Before you could free yourself entirely, Noah leaves. He stands and crosses the room, disappearing into your walk-in robe. Sounds of shuffling items then follows.

You twist and sit up, pulling the towel back around you. Your gaze was down at trying to hitch the material back into a safe tuck as you ignored the kerfuffle Noah was making when he walked back into the room.

Just as you are satisfied with the towel adjustments, Noah’s hands are on you, pushing you back down onto the bed. He hovers over you again, but now his eyes were dark and his motions were very intentional.

You go to speak, but Noah shakes his head and stands again, holding a firm grip on your hips so that you swivel to a new angle, diagonal across the bed, and spinning so that you land back onto your stomach, just like before.

Your eyes glance up in front of you and you see what the commotion Noah was making before. A full body-length mirror was now sat up leaning against the wall, allowing for your reflection to stare right back at you. You look up at Noah through your eyelashes in the mirror, raising an eyebrow quizzically at you, trying to figure out the expression Noah has spread all over his face. That is, until it hits. It’s a look of desire.

He proceeds to crawl over you, leaning forward on closed fists so that they land on either side of your head before rising to be on his knees. Illustrated hands that contrast with the towel hitch around your hips, yanking them up fast and forcefully so that your knees fall under you, perching your ass high.

You couldn’t help but have a smirk plastered on your face; Noah on the other hand, still doing his best to hold a poker face. His gaze wanders down, allowing his hands to rub possessively over your cheeks under the fuzzy material. They dance lightly over your hips, then begin the trace lines on the insides of your thighs. You let out a high-pitched whimper as an automatic response. You had no control over what influence Noah had on your body, let alone when you were like this.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave your face, so you teasingly leant back, pressing your skin closer to him. Your breath started to quicken, hitching in your throat when his nimble fingers flicked at the towel causing it to slip down, exposing your body once again. Noah struggled to keep his composure as he took the sights, expression faltering slightly and his hands moved to your folds immediately feeling the warm wetness on his fingertips.

Your eyes slipped closed, relishing in the lightest of touches that Noah was gracing you with, that was until one hand came down with a hard slap on your ass, and the fingers teasing you were gone.

Your eyes shoot open and your body jolts in reaction, except Noah clamps his hands on your hips and pulls you back closer to him.

“Keep them open” he growls, and you watch the way his mouth twitches as his fingers return to your folds, one hand grabbing a handful of the tender skin of your ass cheek perched up in his direction. You lock eyes in the mirror. “I want you to see who’s you are,” he continued.

Slowly, one finger glides into your pussy. It might not be enough, but it’s something. You rock back in the slightest way, and Noah’s grip tightens on your ass. He gives you a warning glance, before his eyes move to his digit disappearing into your folds. It curls up inside you, like he was beckoning you to come closer. The caressing on your inside walls slowly pumps out, and then in again. A rhythm started to build and he added a second finger.

Starting to feel more full, your eyes begin to close, but you remember the demands before they fully shut. Instead, you peer through half-closed slits and admire the way Noah’s hips were starting to grind against you. There was a mound growing in his pants, grazing against your inner thigh, telling you that he is loving this.

“Does that feel good?” He murmurs from behind you, and his eyes are back on yours in the mirror. You nod and hum in response, sliding a hand back behind you to reach for Noah. He takes your hand, grasps it firmly, and places it on your back. It’s feels unnatural, but not unformatabme. Your fingers intertwine as acts almost like an anchor. For you? For Noah? You’re not sure, maybe even both of you.

“Say my name” he demands.

“N….” You start, and he flicks his wrist, stopping any ability to control your voice. Instead, a moan escapes.

“What was that?” He whispers, twisting his fingers again in the same motion.

“Nooaaahhhhh…” the end of his name escapes your mouth as a sigh, as though it could have very well been your last breath.

Noah’s fingers disappear from inside you, slipping out and bringing with it some of the wetness that is all but dripping from your pussy.

“What do you want?” He asks. But you can’t speak. The emptiness turns into an ache. All you can do is stare at him in the mirror and watch as he slides his fingers into his mouth, letting drips of your own liquids run down his chin. His eyes are blown wide and dark with desire, and he notices the way your legs twitch closer when his tongue graces the space between his two fingers, curling up to clean them of any remnants of you on them.

“I- I want you” you are able to stammer out between the heavy breaths.

He grins a devilish grin and shifts his weight, struggling to jam down his sweats to his thighs with one hand, ignoring his own wet patch of precum that had soaked through the front of them. His hand then lands on the outside of your thigh, in the crease where it meets your hip, as he steadies himself. You can feel the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, and then he pauses.

His dark eyes are locked in on yours, looking through his eyelashes, and moving his eyes, slowly rocks his hips forward. The pressure is achingly slow. He is teasing you. Letting you know that he is in control here.

Your free hand grasps at fbe sheets below you, trying in some way to let out the tension that is building. The other hand still intertwined with Noah’s behind you tightens in grip. He gives his own squeeze back, almost as a reassurance. Your mouth falls open and eyebrows twist, anticipation causing you to be entirely out of control if your own body movements. You feel him inside, yet it’s the lack of rhythmic motion that is missing.

Your hips buck forward involuntarily, something deep within you just pleading for more friction between you and Noah, and he picks up on it. He begins to drag his cock out of you, placing his free hand on the inside of your thigh, tapping it with grace as though to say ‘open more’. You do as you’re told, shifting the weight to one leg and the other swings out to make a wide gap between your legs. Noah doesn’t hesitate after that.

His shaft is hammering back into you. In and out like a jackhammer. The fingers of his free hand now sitting dangerously and teasingly close to the tight ring of muscle that sat between your asscheecks. You look at his face in the mirror; a sheen of sweat building over his face after only a minute of fucking, his brows furrowed as he stares intently at the work he is doing on your behind. Nails dig into the tender flesh of your derriere as Noah tilts his head back.

You feel the white hot glow begin to burn inside you. Noah is not taking any chances tonight, his hand leaving yours on your back to tangle with the mess of hair on your head. It was already knotted, but Noah intertwined his fingers with it, tugging with little force to bring your chin up.

Your legs were shaking at this point, and it could have been from the pleasure or the absolute hammering they were receiving. There was a growl from Noah which drowned out the hum of the tv from the other room, but you couldn’t tell what he actually said. The skin on skin slapping sounding even sloppier by the second. He was getting close, he was starting to fumble over his rhythm, but he could see that you just weren’t as close to your release as he was.

His hand leaves the tangle of your messy hair, keeping his eye contact in the mirror, and lands on the underside of your belly. You can feel him pull towards him, another silent instruction. Pushing on your arms, you felt weak. They shivered underneath you and you rose to your elbows, then up on your palms.

“More. Against me” Noah hums through a tight jaw. The pounding from behind you was starting to slow and you knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

With the right shift of weight, you right yourself on your knees, feeling the sweaty, warm sensation of Noah’s heaving body on your back. His arm wrapped around your chest, settling with an open palm grasping needily at your breast. He grabbed, twisted and pinched at your nipple, caressing what he could as he tried his best to focus on bringing you closer. And boy, was it working.

The new position gave you a full frontal view of what state you were in. The mirror was a portal to a world of pleasure and sex, and the only ones who lived there were you and Noah. Nothing else around you mattered. Nothing else around you even existed in this moment.

Your eyes clamp shut as the build of your orgasm was teetering at the edge, threatening to unfurl and throw sensations through your body that only Noah could achieve. There was a tightening around your neck, and as your eyes open, he land on Noah’s is tense stare from behind you.

“I said keep them open” he demanded. “I want you to watch you cum. Watch what I can do to you.”

All you can do is nod. He was never this dominant, but he must have been really ticked off. He had a point to prove, and he was delaying his own paradise just to make it know.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours” you whisper.

The hammering of his cock inside you, slamming deep inside of you, paired with the hand that had just dropped to your clit was the magic that brought your orgasm to its peak. There was a flood of heat that washed through you. If it wasn’t for Noah’s arms, you would have collapsed right there in front of him. Your body jerked involuntarily as Noah let you ride out the electricity. His eyes were on your face, watching as you cried out with his name, hands desperately grabbing at his arm twisted around you.

His muscles flexed as he held you up, knowing that you needed him to stay this close, but he couldn’t help but give up the fight of holding back his own orgasm. With a wet jerk of his hips, he slipped from you just in time to let the streams of hot white cum leave him, landing on the lower part of your back. You fall forward, landing with your arms by your face, and let Noah release onto you. You watch as his own eyes close, failing to follow his own rules, and then collapses beside you.

It was minutes before either of you even got your breaths back into a regular pattern. You watch Noah lay on his back, his palm resting on his forehead, and a sex-drunk smile on his face. He turns to look at you, letting out a low chuckle.

“I’d like to see Patrick’s memes beat that.”

[sorrowsofsilence]

Nightmares • Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (fem!fingering, male!receiving, explicit language)

Prompt: You wake up from a nightmare, and your friend Noah finds a way to keep it off your mind.

Authors note: I know this prompt was requested a while ago, but I finally got it out hehehHEHEHE

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THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

“I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.” He seethed through his tongue, piercing me with his harsh words.

“But-“ you whispered, barely able to make a sound as your stomach clenched with complete heartbreak.

You never should have admitted your feelings for your best friend.

Noah’s glare was grim as he pointed a finger into your chest, disgust radiating off of his tone, “I would never love someone like you.”

His words dug into your soul, breaking you from the inside out as if you were a worthless, disposable vase, shattering into unfixable pieces.

“Y/N,” he yelled, face inches from yours with a snarl evident on his face as he bore hatred into you.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

Your eyes opened as you gasped, your body flying upward as you sat on the couch, chest heaving heavily.

Wet tear-stained cheeks left you gathering your bearings, before making eye contact with a concerned brunette, his auburn orbs furrowed with distress.

You coughed and choked on your saliva, breathing with intensity as you sobbed loudly, pulling the thin fuzzy blanket up to your throat in an attempt to comfort yourself.

With legs draped over Noah’s lap, the two of you were placed on the couch. Looking around the room in confusion as the blue light from the tv danced across the darkened room, you watched it illuminating Noah’s worry. The sound of the movie that you were long-gone from paying attention to, was muffled within your ears as they rang with anxiety, unable to focus on what just happened.

Right, you were watching a movie with him; but must’ve fallen asleep.

It was just a nightmare- but it felt so real.

Noah’s calloused hand reached out to you, his slender fingers delicate as he rested them on your leg, ghosting over the exposed skin from your shorts.

“Y/N,” Noah’s voice cracked with fret, “what happened?”

You sniffed as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve, shaking your head, “n-nothing, I just had a bad dream.”

Sucking in a hyperventilating breath, you sighed and Noah opened his arms, inviting you into his space.

You hesitated for a moment, something that he noticed, before he reached over to grab your shoulders and pulled you into him anyway.

You relaxed slightly once safe in his familiar arms, pressed against his chest. Your face nuzzled into his black sharingan hoodie, his cologne faint as it mixed with the smell of tide from his laundry. The fabric was soft against your s/c skin, and Noah’s fingers began cradling your head, running across your scalp and through your strands in a soothing motion.

His free hand rubbed up your back as you rocked gently, “did you want to talk about it?”

“uh, n-no.” You hiccuped.

Your heart pounded at the thought of telling him what happened in the dream. He couldn’t know it was about him rejecting you, saying he would never love you.

The two of you had only been friends for a couple of years, meeting at a record label party. You were talking to Matt about sound mixing and Noah had overheard; and you’ve been inseparable since.

You never intended to fall in love with him. Of course you’ve always found him handsome, but there wasn’t ever an initial crush. However as you got to know him, his humour and personality sucked you in, leaving you completely whipped; and lost.

It was easier to believe he would never feel the same, because you were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

Noah sucked in a breath, “are you sure? I’m pretty worried about you right now, not gonna lie.”

Shrugging, you squeezed onto his body and clung to him. Noah’s small circles on your back delved lower and lower before sliding underneath your crew neck, inviting himself to trail his nails along the bare skin of your back. He traced rhythmic patterns, leaving the skin goose-bumping and tingling.

He always did that when you were anxious.

“One second you were quietly sleeping, the next you were thrashing and crying.” He whispered, resting his cheek on your head. He was genuinely worried, and you knew he cared about you; despite the harsh words that came from the dream.

You exhaled heavily, easing into his touch, “It’s okay, it was just awful… I don’t want to talk about it.”

Noah hummed, agreeing warily. You twisted your body so you were resting your back against his chest and snuggling into his arm that wrapped around you, before turning your attention back to the movie. His hand still rested along the skin beneath the sweater, holding onto your side.

You had no clue what was going on in the movie, but the two main characters on screen were heavily kissing, and beginning to strip. You and Noah watched in silence, ignoring the awkward tension that began to build as you held each other to the sex scene unfolding ahead.

With puffy eyes you wiped your cheeks again and began focusing on breathing, worried he’d notice the way it hitched as the characters loved each other. Your mind raced as it replayed the nightmare over and over again.

Noah’s torso stiffen, his hand on your side hesitating for a moment, before circling the skin again. He ran his hand across your stomach, soothingly.

You pretended to be focused on the movie, and so did Noah, but knew his attention shifted once his fingers tailed further down, the tips treading dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.

He dipped his fingers just between the waistband, running them across your abdomen, the skin tingling at the sensation.

Sucking in a shaky breath as he pushed his hand down further, touching the top of your underwear; you felt your stomach churn in anticipation.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously, confused at his actions. Noah’s always been touchy with you, whether it was playing with your hair, holding and hugging you, or tickling your skin; but this was something different- something blurring the line between friendship and more.

His chest vibrated as he spoke, a sultry touch added to his tone, “Maybe, if you’re comfortable,” his fingers continued to slide further down, now between your underwear, “you need a little distraction?”

Your heartbeat quickened at his words, a mix of confusion and excitement washing over you. Noah’s fingers lingered for a moment, waiting for an answer.

“What do you mean?” You whispered and felt him smile as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“I can tell you’re overthinking,” He said gently, “so, let me give you something else to focus on?”

The muscles of your thighs clenched at his words as lust washed through you. Of course, you’ve thought about Noah’s inked fingers; there have been many times you imagined your own were his during nights fated to lustful thoughts.

As the room felt smaller and smaller, your mind began to wander to dirty images of succumbing to Noah, the nightmare beginning to wash away.

Nodding slowly you questioned him, “like?”

A breath caught in your throat once his fingers dipped against your sensitive skin, pressing small circles with the pads of his middle and ring fingers.

“This,” his voice hoarse and hungry.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as Noah’s fingers slid between your folds, the slick arousal coating his fingers as he teased your entrance.

“You’re soaked, and I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckled, and your face flushed from embarrassment. Everything about him turned you on, and now he knew.

You hummed, too nervous to make a sound as his fingers sank into you. With your head tilted back to rest it onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes, afraid to look at Noah who was peering down.

Noah’s free hand ran up underneath your shirt, passing your chest before stopping at the nape of your neck.

“You’re allowed to moan,” He chuckled, his fingers curling.

Laughing lowly, your hips beginning to rut towards his touch, “Well then, I’m going to need you to make me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Eyes fluttered open to his, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Noah’s dark eyes flickered to his hand that pleasured you, watching how you pushed and pulled from his touch, his mouth agape, almost moaning himself. His repetitive motion left you crumbling, body close to release.

His fingers continuously curled towards your pleasure, his thumb pressed against your clit as he skillfully gave you everything he had. His free hand slid from the base of your neck, grabbing hold of your chest, squeezing.

Noah’s fingers slid up, the pads rubbing along aggressively, stimulating every desire you have ever had. At that moment a moan escaped your throat and he smiled widely, encouraging him to go even faster.

“There you go,” He groaned in contentment and you felt him harden below. Your fingers gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin as eyelids lowered in rapture, stimulating that you were seconds away from release.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you came, your other hand gripping Noah’s that held you from above your shirt, squeezing as your abdomen clenched. Legs began closing around his hand as Noah worked out your orgasm, refusing to stop until you pushed him away.

With heavy pants you sat up, turning to face Noah who smiled, taking his fingers into his mouth and licking your release off of them. The tension between you two grew stronger as his hand then slid to the top of his cotton shorts, palming his erection that pushed tauntingly against the fabric.

You watched hungrily, mind no longer thinking about the nightmare from minutes before; but instead wanted to see how far he’d be willing to go- just this once.

“I think I need more of a distraction,” you said delicately, adrenaline taking your racing heart. Without a second thought, you then straddled Noah on the couch, grinding into him as his fingers gripped your hips.

Your body began aching for Noah’s touch again, craving him as his auburn eyes flicked between your own and your lips. You leaned down as his hands travelled up your body, gripping your face as he broke the distance and kissed you desperately. You couldn’t help it as your stomach grew butterflies, his soft lips devouring your own in a hungry kiss, lips open as his tongues pushed against each others.

A guttural groan escaped Noah as he kissed you deeper, the beat of his heart vibrating against his chest in excitement. His hands glided down to follow every curve of your body, pushing and pulling against the skin with need. His hands landed on either side of your hips once again before gripping your ass, pushing you into his arousal, frantic for friction.

“I bet I can make you come without even touching you,” you teased and spoke into his lips, rutting back and forth along his covered length.

Noah chuckled darkly, “I guarantee you could,” his breath quickened, “but I’ve dreamed about your lips wrapped around my cock too many times to let that happen the first time.”

Pausing for a moment, you stared down at him, almost shocked at his words. His smile was radiant as he brought you into another haste kiss, feeling giddy as you two melded into one.

Dream, about you?

“Really?” You whispered, barely audible. You shoved the surprise to the back of your brain, kissing him eagerly one more time before sliding off his lap and onto the floor. Positioning yourself between his legs, you then gripped the hem of his shorts as he watched every move, analyzing each touch.

“I need you Y/N,” he replied as you pulled his shorts down, his arousal breaking free and standing hard against his stomach. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you gripped him, beginning to stroke up and down.

Noah ardently pushed into your hand and watched with furrowed brows. You then slowly licked a strip up his length before taking him into your mouth fully.

Swirling your tongue along the tip, you then began sliding down, lapping and sucking. Listening to his moans left your knees weak, barely supporting yourself below, succumbing to his need.

Noah’s fingers tangled in your hair as he held it out of your face, admiring you worshiping him. His head fell back in pleasure as you took your free hand to stroke what was free at the base, rubbing his skin firmly but in a delicate manner.

“Jesus fucking Christ Y/N,” his groan deep and lewd, the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him leaving Noah crumbling to the touch.

You wanted to take an orgasm from him, but weren’t sure whether you wanted him coating the back of your throat, or breeding your insides.

“So,” you licked up Noah again before pulling back, stroking him with a hand as you spoke, “do you want to come in my mouth…”

You trailed off, before looking up at him devilishly through your lashes, “or inside of me?”

Noah’s slanted-slutty grin and lidded eyes told you everything, but his words reassured you completely, erasing any signs of doubt you had from the nightmare.

“I’ve always wanted to make every inch of you mine.”

[concretecultist]

Pomegranates & Pleasure

summary: a hot, steamy, sensual night with Noah (requested)

pairing: fem!reader x noah sebastian

word count: 4.8k

warnings: 18+ !!! smut, shower sex, mentions of lube (bc sometimes we need a lil help), allusion to blood kink if you squint, p in v , oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, this could be a loose installment to the “Kingdom Come” universe

A/N: as always, be sure to comment and reblog if you enjoyed! it helps us writers out a lot!!🩵

~Berry🫐

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Noah had only been home for a few days, just getting off from tour and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, saying that he needed to make up for lost time but honestly you weren’t complaining. Especially when he walked in the front door with a shit-eating-grin on his face along with bags in his hands. With an arched brow, you tilted your head at his ornery demeanor.

“What are you up to?,” You were sitting on the couch in one of his t-shirts, a simple pair of black cotton panties underneath and a novel in your lap.

“You’ll see in just a few, I gotta set everything up,” he rushed over to kiss your lips and you could hear the mischievous tone in his voice as he rushed off to the kitchen and then up stairs to your shared room. Noah was always the type to plan surprises like this, each one being better than the last and it always started like this, the playful yet nervous look in his eyes and always telling you to be on standby.

So, you continue flipping the pages of your book, immersing yourself into the content. You didn’t really pay attention to how much time had passed, finding it better to fully distract yourself and almost forget that he’s getting his surprise ready so that you’re not a sitting duck with an anxious tummy.

“Baby,” he sang, such a happy tune that had you grinning from ear to ear and somehow, it grew even wider when he stood at the bottom step with his hand extended, waiting for you to get up and take it.

You rushed over to him, bouncing on the balls of your feet while looking up at him.

“What have you got planned?,”

“Nothing like we’ve done before, so I need you to keep an open mind,” raising his brows as if he’s waiting for any hesitation from you.

“I’m sure it’s going to be great, baby. You always make it great for us,” sultriness bleeding into your tone, your hand running up his stomach to his chest over his black tank top, twirling his chain with your pointer finger, “I’m getting excited so why don’t we head up there, yeah?,”

With a simple smirk, he threads his fingers with yours and leads you up the dark stairs and down the dark hallway to your room in which a deep maroon glow is emitting from below the door.

The aroma of fresh fruit and cream make their way into your vicinity, setting off your olfactory senses and triggering a physical response from you, stimulating your body before you’re even fully in the room.

When you cross the threshold, you see candles lit everywhere, a blanket spread out on the floor with a glass plate. On that plate is a cut open pomegranate, its juices pooling beneath the bloomed fruit. Alongside the pomegranate, are cherries, whipped cream and an expensive bottle of red wine with one of your fanciest glasses.

Your mind takes you to the possibilities of what’s to come and you can feel your body beginning to vibrate with excitement. This was about to be a night of luxurious highbrow adventures.

“Wanna sit with me?,” he gently pulls you over to the blanket and sits first, bringing you down to sit right in front of him.

“What inspired this surprise?,” popping a cherry in your mouth, admiring the fact that he took the time to take the pits out.

“Oh, y’know,” he shrugs, opening the wine and pouring you a glass, taking it upon himself to hold it by the stem and tilt it toward you, he wanted to feed you the wine. He’s in a trance over the way your lips wrap around the rim, eyes going dark as the crimson liquid adorned your lips.

“Just a sucker for making my girl cum under red lighting”

You almost asphyxiate on your wine, caught off guard by his nonchalance of what he just verbalized.

“Oh?,”

He just sends that signature smoldering look and scoots closer to you after setting the wine down and handing you the glass. His hands immediately find your thighs and begin massaging them as you sip away and eat your cherries.

“Plus,” he began, “You deserve it. You deserve to be doted on. Holding me down and supporting me while I’m on the road, it’s the least I could do,”

“You know it’s no problem, honey,” voice dropping an octave, scooting closer to where your arms are around his neck and your legs are around his waist while his legs are still stretched out around you.

It didn’t take long for you to finish your wine, setting the empty vessel to the side, and it definitely didn’t take long to feel the beverage coursing through your veins.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he didn’t even give you a chance to lean in before his hand is on the back of your neck and your lips enter a dance, moving to a tempo you two made, the moans and whimpers escaping being the ad libs to the song your bodies created. The both of you are grabbing at each other, just needing to feel the other beneath your fingertips.

Noah pulled away for air to stare at your wet, kiss swollen pout, humming in satisfaction. He reaches over to pluck a cherry off the plate, it’s soaked in pomegranate juice and it drips onto your chin when he brings it to your lips. He surprises you when his tongue licks it away before it falls onto the blanket without a trace. When he pulls away he whispers to you

“Open for me, Pretty,” the pet name making your heart skip a beat

You follow his command with ease and he presses the soft cherry onto your tongue with his thumb. In the midst of looking him in his eyes, your lips wrap around the digit and he audibly groans at the sensation. Withdrawing with pop, you slowly chew the cherry, swallowing the tart bulb.

“It’s about to get a little messy,” Noah admitted, his hands making their way under the top you claimed as yours, “Gonna undress you. Gonna treat you so good,”

The space was getting hot and you weren’t sure if it was due to all the candles or if it’s because you have an idea of what he had planned and it excited you with how erotic it is.

When you’re bare in front of him, he props you up on a few pillows. He reaches for something out of view and you don’t really care to follow his hands, he just looks so good like this, the line work of his tattoos popping under the ruby lighting, his hair framing his face and his muscles taut under his skin. You just wanted to pounce on him.

A small bowl comes into view, a deep hue like blood but with the fluidity of water.

Pomegranate juice.

“I told you,” he grabs one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, pouring a small of the juice on your ankle, mesmerized by the trail it makes down your leg, “This is going to be messy,”

He dips his head near your core, kissing on your inner thigh, then flattening his tongue to lick his way back up to your ankle, lapping up the trail of the juice.

The sight of watching him lick fresh fruit juice off your legs had your pussy throbbing, bucking your hips up just for a little something, but he repeated this motion a few more times just to get you worked up. Sucking and biting like you’re a cool, ripe mango on a hot summer day. Little sighs and whimpers falling from your lips, just wanting him all over you.

Then he crawls forward, softly kissing your lips when his fingers begin circulating your clit.

“Open that pretty mouth for me again,”

Following his directions, he fed you some pomegranate seeds, “Keep yourself grounded, we don’t want you choking,”

He didn’t give you time to reply before he’s pushing his lengthy fingers into you, immediately curling when you begin to chew. The flavor coating your taste buds, taking over your senses as he moves within you, causing your head to fall back when swallowing the sweetly sour seeds

“Baby, that feels so good,” muttering softly, your pussy drinking in his thrusting fingers. You don’t flinch when you feel juice being poured down your neck, dripping to your hardened nipple. Noah catches a glimpse of this and instantly wraps his warm, wet mouth around the bud, drinking in the flavor of the juice and the taste of your skin. His fingers sped up as his thirst was getting quenched, his tongue flattening once more to lick up to your chest until he’s latching onto the sensitive spot on your neck.

Your moans bounce off the walls, your hand tangles in his hair, pushing him further into your skin, pathetic noises fall from your lips while you beg unabashedly. He retreats to feed you more of the jewel-like seeds and drips more juice over your torso, sucking and biting on the flesh that awaited his arrival.

Noah made sex such a beautiful thing. It never got boring and right now, he’s making you feel like you’re the rarest fruit and he’s the only one deserving to taste it.

He is.

The red juice paints your body like he’s a vampire who is carelessly drinking from his apprentice, letting the life force drip past his teeth.

“Fuck, Noah. Baby, please” feeling his tongue and mouth all over you with his fingers deep inside had you reeling.

When he pulls away, you’re under the impression that he’ll pour more juice on your skin, except his fingers come into view and they have fluffy white cream all over them. You notice the tub of whipped cream beside him, wondering when he was finally going to use it.

He holds his fingers to your lip, playfully swiping some on your bottom lip and smirking. His fingers still move inside of you when he leans forward to lick the whipped cream off your lips and push his tongue into your mouth. The sweetness of the whipped cream along with Noah’s natural taste was a delicious combo and it gets even better when he pulls away to insert his fingers into your mouth, pressing them onto your tongue once more. The top notes of the sugary cream in addition to the middle notes of the cherry and pomegranate juice and the base notes of his flesh was intoxicating.

His eyes never left your lips, they were so pretty and plump as they wrapped around his long digits, so long that when you pushed forward to suck them clean they hit the back of your throat but you were unfazed.

Noah was captivated by the fact that he had two fingers in your mouth and two in your soaking pussy and both holes were beckoning him in like a siren’s song.

“Do I taste good, baby?,” his voice low and his eyes dark

“Mhm,” you hum, not wanting to take his fingers out of your mouth just yet, there’s just something about tasting him like this that had you weak in his grasp.

“You gonna cum for me?,” he bends his neck for his lips to brush against your cheek, both hands working you out and you’re almost there when he pulls his fingers away to bring more whipped cream to your mouth.

He’s hitting the back of your throat again and you spread your legs wider for him to get deeper. He’s hitting every sweet spot and at this point, you’re in such a daze that you don’t care that your saliva is dripping from around his fingers, dripping down to your bare chest. You’re moaning like a cat in heat, legs trembling, breathing heavily through your nose, you were right there, so close.

You were about to whine after he took his fingers away from your needy mouth once more. But much to your approval, he’s bringing them back, but only to spread more pomegranate juice over your pouting lips.

The fingers that were coaxing you to orgasm were going hard, drawing you closer and closer to the edge and you were finally pushed off when he’s kissing the juice off your lips.

“Mmmm!,” your body is twitching as you ride out your high, face scrunching as your orgasm washes over you. You become weak and pull away from him and fall back onto the pillows he had set beneath you.

He gives you a few beats to catch your breath, taking this time to lick his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

“We’re not done,” he sang, amusement dressing his tone. He grabs a grocery bag and begins digging in it to find something, “I know shower sex can be uncomfortable so I did some research and found some lube to help us out. I asked the lady at the shop and she recommended this,”

Noah was right. Shower sex wasn’t always the most comfortable, strictly because the water washes away your arousal, causing discomfort and friction that was unbearable. So you grab the bottle of lube from his hand and read over the label- interested in what the product has to offer.

“Okay,” you nod, smile growing, “Yeah let’s try it,”

He’s eager, eyes shining in exhilaration, pulling himself up off the ground and helping you up.

“There’s one more surprise,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks you two into the bathroom.

“You’re just full of those tonight, aren’t you?,” happy that you’d actually be getting in the shower, the remnants of the juice starting to get sticky.

He doesn’t reply, only opens the shower door, allowing your eyes to scan the space to see what he had set up. At first you frown because you don’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Then you see it.

A fresh, shiny detachable shower head that seems to sport many different settings.

“Oh dear,” your eyes widened. You know what you were in for. There was only one time that you orgasmed from water and it was when Noah held you with your back to his chest, pinning your legs so they stayed open all while the bath faucet beat down on your clit, making you cry out for him from the intensity. Now there’s a new variable in the equation and you just know he wasn’t gonna play nice.

He could only chuckle at you, shaking his head when starting the water and stripping himself so you both stood there bare.

“Hop in, baby,” he tapped your butt after helping you tie your hair up.

The first half of the shower consisted of Noah genuinely helping you clean up, scrubbing your back, massaging your neck, bending down on his knees to wash your calves and feet. The intimacy of the soft actions had you yearning for him once more, just wanting him to press you against the cool glass door and take you how he wants.

Then you feel his lips on your legs, making their way up until he’s at your neck, his hands on your hips, grinding against your pelvis and without him asking, you lower yourself onto your knees. His cock stands out from his body, his back to the shower head and when you look up, he looks like a sexy villain. Steam flowing past his features, his dark wet hair framing his face, water beading on his tattoos, he just looked too good to not slurp up.

Thus, with no hands, you guide him into your mouth and you hear his sigh, taking delight in the way your cheeks hollow as you suck him in.

“Fuck, Sugar. You’re so good to me,” he presses a hand against the cool tile to brace himself

“You take me so well. So proud of you, baby,” he bucks his hips forward just a bit, the sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat was overloading his mind. He was always so sensitive and responsive to you. Knowing this fact always gives you butterflies.

You place your hands on his thighs, just so you could feel his skin while you please him. The muscles under his hot skin were tense so you took this time to massage them, a nonverbal way to tell him that he’s okay and that he needs to relax. That thought of relaxing was pointless though, considering you picked up your pace which had him groaning loudly into the hazy space.

“Just like that, baby. Just like that, fuck you’re such a good girl for me,” his other hand comes to the back of your head to bring you forth, letting Noah follow his indulgence in setting the pace he desires. You love how empowered he became when you were on your knees for him. You loved sucking his soul out, you adored observing the way his mouth hangs open, loved when his lashes flutter and you always find it cute when his cheeks burn strawberry red. You were doing that to him. You were blessed with this view.

Before he got too carried away, Noah pulled your head away, creating some distance between your mouth and his throbbing length to bend down and kiss you with an urgency that said ‘I’m ready to rearrange your guts’

He stands you up along with him and lifts you up to set you on the built in ledge of the shower.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, taking in your form, he just had to stand there and drink you in, “So lucky to call you mine,” he steps in between your legs just letting his hands roam until he goes for the lube.

You brush his hair back out of his face so you can see all of him, such a candid scene in the moment as he prepares to make your soul his once more and you’d give it to him over and over again for as long as you live.

The lube wasn’t cold as it spent time warming up in the shower with you but the slickness of it did take you by surprise, mixing with your own arousal to make this moment sustainable and pleasant.

“Just gimme one more on my fingers,” he begged, Noah adored feeling you cum on his cock but with his fingers it was distinct. Feeling your walls pulse around the tattooed appendages was different because with each thrust of his fingers he felt like he was the moon and you were the tide, like he was literally pulling each orgasm out of you, plus, seeing how brain dead you go for his fingers was always a sight for sore eyes.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, soft eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth. With how he’s thrusting alongside the ease of the lube, you’d be cumming in no time. You brace your hands against the steamed shower door and the white tile wall all while you begin rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Such a good girl for me,” his free hand coming to cup your cheek, “You like making me proud, don’t you?,”

“Y-yes, yes!,” you stare into his eyes, just wanting to give in a glimpse into the world that he put you in, everything he did to you felt overwhelming and he hasn’t even dicked you down yet.

He uses his thumb to circle your clit, adding a pressure so delicious that your ears begin ringing. He’s got that taunting smile on his face when he speeds his fingers up to the point your back is arching.

“Please!,” your wail bounces off the tile and you’re going hazy eyed. Fuck, does this man know how to make you melt.

“Please what, Sugar?,” he knows what you want, he also knows that words are so hard to put together when you’re like this, but he makes you say it every time, no matter how long it takes, he won’t give you what you want until you say it.

“C-cuu-,” you’re fighting for your breath as you try to form your plea

“C-c-cu-,” he chuckles, he finds joy in ridiculing you and your cheeks start to burn at the shame of knowing it’s what brings you closer and closer.

“Cum! P-please can I.. can I please cum!,” he always makes your first one easy, but after that he wants to hear you cry for it, he wants you a mess in his hands as you bear your soul to him on what you need.

“Give it to me,” his mouth wraps around one of your nipples, your hand quickly flying to the back of his head to hold him there, reveling in the sensations of his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, his fingers deep inside and his thumb circling your clit and you’re unraveling.

“Oooh, fuck,” gasping for air while the tremors take over your body, “Yes, yes, yesss!!,”

Your pussy tightens around his fingers as you cum for him once again. He keeps his head against your chest and you feel the vibrations of his laughter reverberating off your skin as the sound makes its way to your ears.

“Don’t laugh at me!,” slapping his shoulder as he pulls away and he can’t help but kiss your pouting lip.

“I just love how you let go and give your body to me,” he shrugs, kissing all over your face, rejoicing in the squeals you made trying to fight him off.

“You okay for one more?,” Noah steps away to reach behind him for the shower head, setting it beside you two as takes lube and begins stroking himself.

“I dunno, you tell me,” you wrap your legs around his waist, using your heels to pull him in and you sigh happily when you feel his tip brush against your entrance, “I’m always ready to give you more,”

Neither of you say a word when you weave your hand between the two of you, taking Noah’s slick cock in your hands, rubbing the tip against your clit and down to your hole, both of you exhale in tandem.

You guide him inside of you and he gives a low laugh at the way your eyes roll at the feeling of him filling you up.

Noah kept a hand on your hip and the other by your head, pressed flat onto the wall as he began rolling his hips. His jaw drops when your walls wrap and pulse around him at every angle. He’d never get tired of how good you feel because each time he found something new to love. Like this time, he notices that somehow, the pulsing inside of you had matched his heart beat and it had his stomach fluttering.

“Noah,” you beg, “Faster, harder, please,” You didn’t want it slow and sensual anymore, you wanted it hard and steamy, the kind that had you clawing at the walls and your voice cracking.

Noah climbs on the ledge with you, on his knees while your legs are spread open around him. The water on your skin splashes lightly while his hips smack against your ass. You were thankful you two had decided to add this ledge when upgrading your bathroom because with the pace he’s going at, you two would have fallen already. But he’s grounding you in place and vice versa.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” he whimpers, “Can’t wait to watch you fall apart on my cock,”

He was such a masterpiece, like he was something pulled out of someone’s imagination come to life.

“Baby,” you huff, already feeling yourself ready to cum again. He knew what you were asking for, so he took the shower head and changed the setting to the steady jet and goosebumps arose on your skin.

“Just be a good girl and take it,” he leans back to watch you when he places the strong stream on your clit and you’re swiftly trying to pull away from him but he’s not having it

“What do we do when it’s too much?,”

“We… w-we breathe,” you grunt, hands slapping on the wet tile beneath you.

“So breathe, Sugar,” he instructs, continuing his torture on your clit and setting his pace back to what it was, “You know you can be as loud as you want, I don’t care, just don’t run from me,”

He was right, he always drank in your sounds like they were the fountain of youth, he just wanted to give you the pleasure you deserve.

“Noaaaaaaah!!,” a deep exhale escapes your chest, the water pressure was perfect, so good, inebriating even, but the way it was beating down on your sensitive bundle had you ready to shatter like beautiful stained glass.

“I know,” Noah shuddered, the angle he had the jet stream at was beating down on his length just below his tip each time he withdrew from you, “Fuck, baby, I fucking know,”

You were both vocal messes, he used the fingers of his free hand to dig into your thigh and you used your nails to dig into his.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you cry out, you were drowning in pleasure and soon it would overtake you like a strong wave.

“Please,” he groans, “God dammit, yes, cum for me,” Noah leans forward to press his forehead against yours, his signature move to let you know he was close, he loves being as close to you as possible when you both let go.

“Keep those pretty eyes open, keep looking at me, Sugar. You can do that for me c-can’t you?,”

“I dunnooooo,” your breath hitches along with your body and you know that’s not the answer he wants when his hand comes to grip the back of your head, pulling you in to kiss you so hard you think your lips will bruise, but it’s okay, it feels good. He’s nipping at your lips, teeth are clashing with need and tongues dancing. You felt like you were in your own personal porno but with real passion, real feelings, real pleasure. The steam from the shower was getting thicker, the temperature of the water felt so good and it wasn’t washing away the lube so the friction was immaculate.

“That’s not good enough,” He growls, “You know that’s not an answer your King wants to hear,”

His pace was earth shattering, it was chipping away at your composure and you were about to fall apart.

“So let’s try again-,”

“Yes!!!,” you yell, “Yes! Yes! Fuck… I… I can do it, please!,” your hands are framing his face, holding him close to you as you can feel the heat building up, “Noah, please say yes, I need to cum please, please can I cum, I’m always so g-good for you please!,”

Hearing you grovel had his hips faltering and he was about to crumble right along with you.

“Please,” you squeak, tears in your eyes, toes curling so hard you know they’ll be cramping later.

“Show me what a good girl you are,” he demands, holding the shower head at an angle that sets all of your nerves into overdrive.

“Noah, fuuuuuck!!,” eyes wide, fighting against the urge to close them, his name and profanities flowing out of your mouth as you cum around his cock, just like he likes. He kept the jet on your clit until he was done and it had you crying out in overstimulation.

“That’s my girl,” his mouth hung open against yours as he shattered to pieces, “So… f-fucking good,”

You felt him throbbing inside along with you as he spilled all that he had to offer. Both of you muttering I love you and words of assurance to calm the other back down. When you both seemed to catch your breath, you shared an intimate kiss, slow and lazy but the passion was there, no words were needed.

Washing up once more and getting yourselves out of the shower. You help Noah clean up the mess in the room and you scold him for letting the candles burn out of eye sight.

“We were caught in the moment,” is all he says, pulling you into bed with him, spooning you while he runs his hands over your body to help ease any tension in your muscles.

“You take such good care of me,” you mumble, yawning as the exhaustion is finally setting in.

“You do the same for me,” he assures, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder, pulling you in even tighter so he could feel every inch of you possible.

“Now rest up, I’ve got another surprise for you tomorrow,”

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Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Needles, underage drinking, explicit language. This is the last filler chapter before shit starts picking up again.

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Thanks to @flowerynerds for the banner!

Thanks to @throughwoodsanddirt for the beta!

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The late morning streamed into your room, flooding the ornamental rug in dappled sun. A light snow had begun collecting at the bottom of your window, but the cloud cover wasn’t yet dense enough to obscure the light. 

You’d woken up several hours ago but hadn’t worked up the wherewithal to drag yourself out of bed. Instead, you’d spent the time scrolling through various social media apps, keeping up to date with how your friends were spending their winter break. 

Your mom had Facetimed you that morning to check in. She’d updated you all about the trip she and your father were on. Several prominent members from a network of churches in the region had flown to some obscure part of Africa and were currently building a school and a church. They were planning to open it on Christmas Eve and have a dedication ceremony. They’d also purchased toys for the kids to open on Christmas morning. Her excitement poured through on her face and in her voice, and despite your reservations about missions trips, you smiled. 

As much as you wished middle-class families could participate in philanthropy and still respect the cultural belief systems of the people they were visiting, a school was a school, and you hoped it would be a net positive to the village. 

Once you got off the phone with her, your stomach began to rumble, so you rolled over and dug through a drawer in your nightstand you’d designated as your snack drawer until you pulled out a pack of cinnamon pop-tarts. Probably not the healthiest breakfast you could have chosen, but whatever—you ate them without tasting, continuing to scroll while your thoughts drifted to yesterday.

You heaved a sigh, unsure how to proceed with Noah. He seemed like he was the real deal, but then again, he had seemed like that before and ended up hurting you anyway. Now, he was weaseling his way back into your heart, burrowing under your skin and making himself comfortable as an uninvited guest. Worse still, you found yourself growing soft for him, which was a problem for you.  

It was possible that you were blinded by your attraction to him, giving him the benefit of the doubt because you were naïve and wanted him to be better than he was. 

But yesterday, he’d treated you with more respect than you’d ever received from a man. It didn’t feel performative, either… Your intuition told you he was being honest, but even if he wanted to do better—was he capable? Could he turn his behavior around that easily? Was it all an act just to get back into your good graces? 

You came upon a video that broke you out of your thoughts. Ava had posted herself and her little cousins playing some card game you didn’t recognize. You smiled, noticing how old they were getting. You’ve been close with Ava’s family since middle school and remember when her cousins were first born. As much as Ava fought with her parents, her cousins were always a soft spot for her. 

You replayed the video, brushing the crumbs off your shirt when you heard a knock at your door. 

Speak of the devil…

Cautiously, you slid off your bed and padded over to the doorway, opening it to find a very out-of-breath and sweaty Noah in a black tracksuit and puffer jacket. Impressive, in light of the cold. 

“Hi?” you said, the question likely as evident on your face as it was in your voice. 

“Hey,” he said, watching you observe the sweat that clung to his forehead. “I jogged here.” 

“I can see that,” you replied, fighting a smile. “What’s up?” 

“Do you wanna come work out?” he asked.

Your face contorted with confusion. “Work out? Right now?” you asked, leaning back into your room and checking the weather on the other side of the window. “It’s snowing.” 

“Well, yeah,” he said. “The gym isn’t that far away. I was on my way and thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted to join.” 

You pouted. “Gross.” 

Noah’s face scrunched up as he snickered at you. “Come on,” he pressed. “It won’t be that bad.”  

You wrinkled your nose. “It sounds hard.” 

Noah rolled his eyes. “Go get changed. We’re going to the gym.” 

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“Ten,” Noah breathed. “Alright, you can do it. Give me two more and then you’re done.” 

You tensed your whole body, squeezing your core as he’d instructed, the iron bar heavy across your shoulders, knurling cutting into your skin and bruising the back of your neck. 

“I don’t understand why you want to see me suffer so badly,” you panted, struggling under the weight.  

Noah laughed. “Call it a kink. Come on, you can do it.” 

You flushed at his remark, diverting your gaze from his for a moment to collect yourself, and when you locked eyes with him once again in the mirror in front of you, his expression told you he knew exactly where your mind had gone. 

He stood behind you, arms outstretched and ready to catch the bar should you fail. You dipped down into a squat, legs straining to keep you balanced and steady, and then with monumental effort, you brought yourself back up to standing. 

“One more,” he said, voice coming out low and soft to soothe against the burn you felt in your thighs. “I’ve got you.” 

You didn’t think you could do it, every muscle protesting against you, but you’d come this far. You dipped down once more, feeling your legs start to give out. When you got to the lowest point of the squat, you got stuck, legs beginning to give out under the weight of the iron. 

“Come on, get it up,” Noah said, voice gaining in volume. You squeezed your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as you concentrated on standing. A few more moments of strain, and then Noah’s hands grasped you around your middle, warm and firm on either side, holding you steady. He added just enough leverage that slowly, inch by inch, you moved the bar until you were back to standing. 

As soon as you re-racked the bar, you collapsed onto the black rubber mat of the gym floor. Sprawled out, chest heaving to catch your breath, you looked over to Noah, who fought to hide a smile behind a hand that pretended to scratch at his lip. 

“And you willingly subject yourself to this kind of torture?” you said, legs somewhere between numb and burning. You kneaded the soft flesh, trying to bring back sensation into the limbs, now draped uselessly in front of you.

“Give it a few tries. You’ll get addicted to it,” he said, taking a seat next to you and removing the cap from his water bottle. 

The gym he’d taken you to was in an old warehouse that had used to store lumber, Noah had mentioned on the snowy walk there. Inside, an array of rusted equipment littered the room with no real rhyme or reason. You had no idea what most of it was even used for. 

The gym was mostly empty on a Thursday morning. Across the room, a middle-aged man performed set after set of bicep curls in front of the mirror. In the corner, a thirty-something woman jogged on a treadmill, and two teenage boys took turns bench pressing, which you only knew because Noah had given you a run-down of the most basic strength training exercises, as well as lectured you on why they were so important. 

“You can either choose to suffer in ways you can control now or be forced to suffer in ways you can’t control later,” he said. 

You rolled your head across your shoulders to look at him. “What are you even talking about?” 

He rested his weight behind him on his palms and looked down at you with a patient sort of condescension. 

“You’re young and fit now,” he said, “but that goes away more and more every year. Pretty soon, you’ll wake up with back pain and hip pain and all that other stuff. The longer you let it go, the worse it gets, and the longer it takes to fix. If you build a good foundation now, it’s a lot easier to maintain.” 

“Ugh,” you scoffed, leaning back onto the floor and staring at the metal roof above. He had a point, but you hated when he got all preachy—you’d had enough of that in your life. “What got you into working out?” 

“My job,” he said. “It’s really hard on the body—too much repetitive motion.” As if to hammer his previous point home, he hoisted himself up by the side of the squat rack and began loading heavy iron plates onto either end of the bar. “My body is my instrument.” He stepped under the bar, situating himself in the center to evenly distribute the load across his shoulders before he heaved the bar off the rack. “I have to take care of it.” 

You allowed yourself to watch unapologetically, taking in the corded ropes of his hamstrings, the broad expanse of his shoulders, the sweat that dripped down from his forehead, off the end of his nose, and down his chest, pooling in the space above his collarbones. The hard set of his jaw as he focused on his form. He bottomed out in his squat, pausing for a moment before exhaling a heavy breath, then ascended, every muscle in his legs straining against his skin until he stood tall and proud. 

And then he repeated it. 

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“Jesus?” 

“Yeah…and?” 

Noah winced, hissing through his teeth. Every time he booked a tattoo session, he was confident that he was familiar enough with the sting of a tattoo needle that it wouldn’t faze him, and every time, he was proven wrong. 

“Nothing, I just…I thought it would have come up before now.” 

Noah couldn’t see your reaction from where he sat in the chair, but he could tell you were mulling over the large portrait of Jesus Christ done in American traditional style on his back. 

“I didn’t want you to read too much into it,” he said, sucking in a breath and holding it while Winston, his tattoo artist, colored in a particularly sensitive spot right over his spine. 

He could tell that was exactly what you were doing by how quiet you were. The Jesus tattoo had started out as a joke—something that allowed him to reclaim a bit of religious iconography in an almost tongue-in-cheek way. As he absorbed more pain from the needle over multiple sessions, however, it morphed into something else. 

In his mind, the figurehead represented a belief that suffering was ultimately the path to righteousness. Not suffering in an unnecessary or gratuitous way, but suffering as in self-sacrifice. And not righteousness in the way Christianity frames it, but from a mental health perspective. 

Noah’s mental health had always been a delicate instrument with which he’d had to tinker. Lately, he’d been learning more and more about what improves it and what causes it to tank. Humble work through low-level suffering has been the best way for him to take control of his psyche. Engaging in pleasures of the flesh was fine every once in a while, but ultimately left him feeling empty. 

It was something he supposed Jesus probably knew all along. Perhaps that what was Christianity should have been about. 

“So why Jesus?” Your curious voice broke him out of his thought pattern. 

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I saw it in a flash book one time and I just liked it. It doesn’t have any meaning.” 

It did, actually, but he wasn’t ready to unpack all of that yet, let alone admit it. Maybe with time. 

“I’m thinking of getting one,” you said. Noah tried to turn his head to look at you, but his artist tutted and directed him to keep still. 

“Like what?” Rather than look at you, Noah instead focused on the wall of framed artwork in front of him. Hundreds of tattoo designs hung on the wall ahead—sometimes several to one page. Noah had two of the designs on him: one a floral symbol on his hand, the other was a heart with a burning cross on top of it that he’d chosen to incorporate into his back piece. 

“I liked this little rose I saw in one of the flash books,” you said. 

“I could fit in a palm-sized flash tattoo after I’m done with him. My last appointment cancelled. Damn snow,” said Winston. 

“How much?” you asked. 

“Depends on what you want.” 

He heard your footsteps behind him as you walked away and came back a few minutes later. Noah held his breath—Winston was working on filling something in right below his armpit and it took everything in him to keep still. He wished you would hurry up—the conversation with you was a good distraction for him. 

“This one,” you said. You must have been holding the flash book up for the artist. Noah wished he could see which one you were referring to. 

“Black and white or color?” Winston asked. 

“Color.” 

“Same size as the picture?” he asked. 

“Can you do smaller? Like half the size?” 

“Sure thing. That’ll probably run you about one-twenty.” 

“What about for black and white?” 

“If you just want linework, we can do eighty. If you want shading, it’ll be a hundred.” 

“Is there an ATM nearby?” 

“Right across the street,” said Winston. “But we take card.” 

Noah gritted his teeth as the needle ran across a nerve, but he was finally starting to adjust to the feeling. It always took him a few minutes before he got in the zone. 

“I don’t want the charge to show up.” 

Winston huffed out a laugh as a response. He wasn’t overly-talkative, which Noah liked. He’d been going to Winston on and off for the last two years for his back piece, which was so large it took several sessions. He could have done it faster, but tattoos weren’t cheap, and piece work didn’t exactly pay a fortune. It took several months to save up for a session, and then he’d usually drop six hundred at once and sit for hours at a time. 

Today, however, was just a short session. He’d received a small Christmas bonus and had some spare time, so he’d called up Winston that morning to see if he could get squeezed in. Since half the town had gone home for the holidays, the artist’s schedule was open. The last thing he’d expected was for you to want to tag along. 

The bell for the shop chimed and Noah heard you walk back in. 

“Did you decide on color?” asked Winston. 

“Yep! I’m still deciding on where to get it though. I don’t want my parents to see it.” 

“You could always get an ass tattoo,” said Noah. He’d meant it as a teasing remark, but the way you paused to consider it had his gut turning even more noticeably than the needle currently stabbing ink into his spine. 

________

“You’re being ridiculous, you know.” 

Noah didn’t think he was being ridiculous. If anyone was being ridiculous, it was you. 

“It’s called having manners,” he defended. He stared straight ahead at a blank corner of the shop, fists clenched, trying to determine whether the paint on the wall was a true red or if it had a slight orange tint to it. 

“It’s called being uptight,” you said. 

He didn’t blink, set on winning the staring contest he was holding with the wall. “You’re one to talk.” 

“I’m not the one hiding my nose in a corner because I can’t look at a girl’s hip.” 

Noah rolled his eyes, turning around to face the bench and finding you sprawled across it, face down with the waistband of your pants pulled low on the right side. He swallowed, steeling himself against the sight lest his face betray his thoughts. 

“Is mocking me distracting you from the pain?” he asked. 

“Little bit.” 

He relaxed at the same time you hissed and buried your face in your arms. Hesitantly, he allowed his eyes to run over the curve that stretched from the small of your back to the height of your ass cheek and back down to the top of your thigh. 

The tattoo artist ran his needle over the stencil, outlining the small rose nestled right where your ass and hip met, just below where the waistband of your underwear would sit—he could tell from the vague hint of a tan line still left over from the summer you’d spent at the camp you told him about. 

He could picture you there, getting out of the pool with a wet T-shirt draped over your body because the church camp had rules about modesty when it came to swimwear. Despite your best intentions, the shirt still clung to your curves, the hem riding up to reveal the swell of your ass, bikini bottoms suctioned against the skin, water dripping down your thighs, and… 

“Like what you see?” 

Noah’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. You peeked at him over your shoulder with a knowing smile playing on your face.

“Shut the fuck up,” he spat, but it came out whinier than he’d intended. 

You burst into a fit of barely-suppressed giggles. 

“Hold still,” commanded Winston. 

You whispered an apology and tucked your lips between your teeth to keep from laughing until karma intervened and you winced at a sore spot.  

________

“What do wanna do next?” you asked, practically skipping out of the shop in your post-tattoo high. 

“Nothing,” said Noah from behind you.  

You stopped in your tracks and looked up to find him staring back down on you without any expression you could read. “What?” 

“Look around you,” he said gesturing to the snow. You did, recognizing the wind and snow could put a damper on the evening if you let them, but they didn’t have to. 

“Okay, and?” you asked. 

“It’s a fucking blizzard out. Come on,” he said curtly, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the direction of your dorm. “I’m getting you home.” 

Perhaps it was your temper, or perhaps you were still buzzing from the thrill of getting  your first tattoo but you ripped your hand out of his. “No.” 

Noah spun back around to face you. The wind whipped his hair in front of his face. “What do you mean no? I’m taking you home.” 

“I’m not ready to go home. I want to do something else.” 

Noah sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Like what?” 

“I want to get a drink,” you said, scanning the streets for any nearby bars. 

Noah crossed his arms, tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek. “Are you even old enough to get into a bar?”  

“No, but Folio said he got into bars all the time when he was underage.” You didn’t always listen to Nick when he monologued instead of completing his community service, but that story clung to your mind. 

Noah sighed again. “I told you, I don’t want to overstay my welcome. We’ve already been hanging out most of the day. I don’t want to get in too deep.” 

“You’re not,” you protested. “Besides, you may not deserve it, but I do.” 

At that, he stilled, and you continued. “I’ve spent my entire life trying to be the perfect Christian daughter, okay? I’m so tired of playing it safe. I want a taste of freedom. I’ve earned it. And to be honest, you sort of owe me after the way you treated me.” 

He pursed his lips, considering it, but you already knew you had him backed into a corner with that last remark. A moment later, his shoulders dropped in resignation. “One drink, and then we’re going home.” 

You let out a sound of delight, skipping again to catch up to Noah and then grabbing onto his sleeve when the snow caused your boot to nearly slide out from under you. 

________

“Try not to die on the way there,” he muttered. 

Noah studied the stained glass of the lamp that hung above the pool table, trying to decide whether the red spots were leaves or flower petals. Or were they feathers? 

He wouldn’t let his eyes drift lower, because if he did, he’d have seen your exposed lower back, arching as you bent over the pool table to line up your shot. 

Inside the bar was sweltering. The bartender had mentioned the temperature control on the furnace was on the fritz, and the only options were either letting it run continuously or shutting it off and letting the patrons freeze. 

Sweat beaded at Noah’s temples and at the back of his neck, causing his hair to stick uncomfortably to the skin. Taking an elastic from around his wrist, he gathered his hair and tied it in a knot on top of his head. Even the thin short-sleeved shirt he wore began collecting sweat on the back. 

When the two of you had arrived at his favorite dive bar, the Empty Keg was nearly just that—empty. Nobody had carded you, so Noah had led you to a small table near the back of the place behind the pool tables and told you to sit tight while he ordered drinks from Steve, the familiar bartender Noah had already established a rapport with. 

Guessing at what would be tolerable for you, he ordered you a rum and coke, asking Steve to give you a light pour. He got a whiskey neat for himself and then went ahead and ordered some wings for the two of you to share, since you’d been complaining that you hadn’t eaten much. 

It was torture enough watching you lick wing sauce off the tips of your fingers. Torture again when you peeled your sweater off your body to reveal a practically transparent camisole underneath. Torture a third time when, after your first drink, you asked him to teach you how to play pool. 

He’d tried to remain as respectful, showing you how to hold the cue with verbal direction, rather than being obvious by lining himself up behind you to position you with his hands. A slight hitch in your smile let him know you were frustrated with this, but he insisted. 

You made a show of bending over the pool table to line up your shot, cleavage on display, and Noah had to leave, making the excuse that he was going to buy another round. 

At the bar, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt and slumped into a stool. The bartender immediately greeted him and asked if he wanted another round.

“Yes,” he answered, without looking up from where his face was planted in his palms. 

“Girl troubles?” asked Steve as he began pouring the rum. 

“I don’t know,” Noah answered, honestly. It wasn’t something he wanted to get into, and sensing that, Steve shrugged and finished making the drinks, setting the glasses in front of Noah with a clatter. 

Noah knew you were flirting and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be tested so directly. You made him weak, transforming his resolve from sturdy to feeble with a simple glance and he felt like he was going to die. 

He was in deep. It took every ounce of his resolve to continue treating you like a normal person and not use every single trick he’d acquired in his long history of fuckboyery to get you naked and in his bed. 

It would be so easy, too. You were already doing your best to tempt him. He knew all he had to do was say the word and you’d be all over him in a second. In the humid, whiskey-soaked haze of the bar, it was growing harder and harder to think of a reason why he shouldn’t just give in. 

Except that he wasn’t ready. He knew it. If he gave in too soon, he risked throwing himself back into his normal fight-or-flight response. He’d overthink it and find some reason to pull away in order to protect himself, like he always did. 

No, this time he had to go about it the right way, and you weren’t making it easy on him. 

Without a good reason to delay any longer, he carried the drinks back over, only to be greeted with the sight of you bent over the pool table, tank top riding up and exposing your lower back and the curve of your hips and the beads of sweat that had appeared along your spine and god, if Noah didn’t want to just collect them all with his tongue. 

Jesus fucking Christ. 

He inhaled and exhaled sharply through his nose, saying a silent prayer to excuse his language. Tensing at his jaw and in his fingers around the glasses, he set yours next to you forcefully before taking his place on the opposite end of the pool table so there was at least something sturdier than his resolve separating the two of you. You took your shot and sunk it into the corner pocket. You were obviously hustling him on top of everything else. 

“Thanks,” you said casually, picking up your glass and sipping from it. “I think it’s your turn.” 

“Right,” said Noah. He set his own glass down and searched for his next ball, glad to have something else to focus on. 

He could tell you were unsatisfied with being ignored. You rounded the table and perched yourself on the edge of it next to him, crossing one knee over the other and swinging your legs casually. You leaned up against the pool cue, letting the strap of your tank top fall off your shoulder as you looked at him knowingly and it took all of Noah’s focus not to look back at you. 

“Noah,” you said, voice low and breathy and full of everything Noah had been trying to avoid, and as soon as his name left your lips, Noah scratched, sending the cue ball shooting off the edge of the table. 

“I got it,” he said at the same time that you huffed and jumped down from your perch. He rushed across the bar, chasing after the white ball and when he came back, you stood next to the table with your arms crossed, impatiently tapping your foot and staring him down. 

You were going to have to work harder than that to break him, though. Noah was dead-set on getting out of this interaction without any incident and it was just a matter of who was more stubborn at that point. 

Without making eye contact, Noah set the ball on the table. 

“You’re up,” he muttered, grabbing his drink and letting his eyes nestle deep within the glass of amber liquid. 

He could feel you boring into his face, but he wasn’t going to crack. As soon as you realized that, you slumped over the table and resumed the game. Noah hid his smile in his glass of whiskey and pretended not to notice the exaggerated arch in your back as you bent once more over the table. 

________

Stepping outside the bar, a punishing rush of wind slammed into Noah, causing him to stumble a bit. The conditions had grown even more severe, and Noah knew there was no way they were going to make it all the way to your dorm. 

You must have come to the same conclusion when Noah did, because you tugged on his jacket to get his attention. 

“My dorm’s too far,” you shouted over the wind. “Can I crash at your place?” 

The obvious answer was yes. Both of you knew it, but Noah was still reluctant to answer. This is exactly why he wanted to get you home earlier. 

He trusted himself at the gym. He trusted himself at the tattoo shop. He even trusted himself (barely) at the bar. But in his home? Overnight? With alcohol making his head all fuzzy and softening the lines between your skin and the cloud of lust around you? 

Noah was cooked. 

“Come on, then,” he said, turning and beginning to trudge down the few blocks it took to get to his house. 

You seemed to understand that it was important for you to be on your best behavior or else he might change his mind about letting you stay, so you silently followed, stepping in the footprints he’d left behind. 

________

“Do you need anything to sleep in?” he asked as soon as the two of you reached the entryway of his dilapidated rental. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up—they’d started aching with the cold. 

“I should be okay,” you said, still shivering despite the warmth of his home. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. He scanned you up and down. Your pants were soaked up to the knees from melting snow. 

“Maybe some sweatpants, then” you said, following where his eyes had gone. 

Noah chuckled on his way back to his room, reemerging later with the same set of clothes he’d let you borrow last time. You thanked him, expression a bit bashful as you grabbed the pile from his hands and rushed to the bathroom to change. 

When you came back, your hair was down, spilling pleasantly over your shoulders and Noah watched the way it reflected the low lamplight in waves as you moved. He’d seen you in his clothes before, but in a much different context. 

Now you were here, making yourself at home on the couch while his sweatpants and hoodie swallowed you in comfort. You rubbed your tube-sock-cladded feet together like a goddamn cricket and wrapped your arms around yourself, still apparently trying to get warm. 

“Hey, do you have a blanket or something?” you asked, scanning over the living room. 

“I was, uh,” he began, rubbing a palm over his chin. “I was thinking you could take my bed. I’d crash on the couch.” 

“What?” you said, face twisting with confusion. “Noah, that’s ridiculous. You sleep in your bed. I’m the one burdening you. I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“I’d feel more comfortable if you took my room,” he said. As much as he hated his hometown, some things about it still stuck with him, and southern hospitality was one of them. 

“But you’re like, a million feet tall,” you countered. “Would you even fit on the couch?” 

“Can you just humor me?” he said. “I’ve been needing to put fresh sheets on my bed anyway. This will be a good excuse.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes as you always did—an expression Noah was growing increasingly fond of, and gestured to his room. “Be my guest, I guess.” 

He bowed his head an inch or so and returned to his room, rifling through his closet for the only other set of sheets he owned. 

It was silly, and he knew that. Part of him just enjoyed the thought of you sleeping in his bed. He liked the idea that he’d have that shared experience with you. Both of you would know what it was like to be in his room. Perhaps tomorrow, once you were back in your dorm and he was done with his shift at the factory, he’d lay his head down and his pillows would smell like you. 

Jesus, he needed to get ahold of himself. 

He ripped the old sheets off, piling them in the corner of his room and began the arduous process of figuring out which end of the fitted sheet went where. 

When he came back to the living room, you were sprawled out on the couch and with your eyes closed. 

“You asleep?” he asked softly. 

“Mmm, no,” you said without bothering to open your eyes and Noah took a second to taken in your relaxed features and how your skin glowed softly in the low lighting. 

“Bed’s all made up.” 

Your lower lip jutted out in a soft pout and Noah’s stomach did a somersault. 

“Come on,” he said, nudging you with his knee. “Get up.”

You whined in protest, curling further into the sofa.  

He sighed. It was cute, but not cute enough. “Get up or I’ll call the police and turn you in for trespassing.” 

At that you opened your eyes, shooting him a look that perfectly communicated your annoyance. He nodded towards the room. “Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be out here.” 

You huffed, finally heaving your body off the couch and stood in front of him. “Thanks for letting me stay,” you said in a rare moment of genuine gratitude. 

“Any time.” 

He watched you slump lazily towards his room and listened to hear the click of the door before making up the couch to suit himself. He had to grab a spare blanket from Ruffilo’s room, making a deal with himself to wash it and return it before his friend got back from visiting his family, and then spread himself out on the lumpy sofa, hoping to get a few hours of sleep. 

Sleep, however, did not come. Instead, his mind wandered over to his bedroom, picturing how you looked curled up in his bed and wondering whether you were also having trouble sleeping. 

His dick twitched. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing it away. 

It was one night. One night with an attractive woman in his bedroom. He wasn’t even in the same room. You were on the other side of the house. He could get through this. 

Rolling on his back, he stared at the ceiling and began running through all the steps needed to make a tapping block on his machine. 

Set X to 1.5 inches. Set Y to 2.5. Run program. Remove block. Deburr. Place block back into clamp. Select tool #5. ¾ in. drill. Set Z axis to 1 inch. Run program. 

Fuck. He forgot the next step. 

He tried to get his mind back on the machine, but it was too late. An image of you writhing underneath him flashed in his mind like a lightning strike. 

He dug his fingernails into his thigh, swallowed hard, and went back to the tapping block, already knowing it wasn’t going to work. 

Sighing, he felt around for the remote on the coffee table. Maybe he could put on a documentary or something to distract himself until he fell asleep. 

His hand clasped around the black plastic and he thumbed the power button. The TV flashed, momentarily hurting his eyes until they adjusted. 

Choosing the first streaming service he could find, he searched the documentaries and came up with one about how the Himalayas were formed, and that couldn’t possibly be sexy, so he selected it and waited for his mind to switch off. 

Two minutes into learning about why scientists have found fossils of cephalopods he heard the squeak of a door opening, followed by soft footsteps. 

Of course. 

“What’s up?” he asked softly, without taking his eyes off the screen. 

“I can’t sleep.” 

Your voice came across quiet and drowsy. He looked at the clock and it had already been an hour since you’d gone to bed. 

Sighing and, with great effort, sitting up, he scooted his body to one end of the couch and gestured for you to have a seat at the other. 

“Learning about the Himalayas,” he said. 

“Is this the PBS one?” you asked. 

Noah shrugged, turning his attention back to the TV and trying to ignore the way his body buzzed in your presence. 

“Hard to believe they’re younger than the Appalachians,” you said. The documentary hadn’t mentioned it. This was information you’d apparently gathered elsewhere. 

“I didn’t know that,” said Noah.  

“Yeah,” you continued, resting your toes on the edge of the coffee table. You started doing that thing again where you rubbed your feet together like a cricket—not that Noah was paying attention. His eyes were trained on the screen. “The Appalachia date back to Pangea, and actually part of the range continues on into Europe.” 

“Nerd,” he said. 

“You’re the one watching a documentary about it.” 

Noah said nothing, but his heart thrummed in his chest. 

You kept quiet after that, the two of you watching side-by-side as the narrator talked about the four thousand species of flowering plants native to the zone, and the diversity of fauna, and how the landscapes and ecosystems around the range changed dramatically after the formation. 

Eventually, Noah looked over to see you dozing quietly on your side of the couch. He smiled to himself, knowing that it would probably be better if he moved back into his own room. 

Perhaps in a little bit, he would. It was a really good documentary. 

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