#bad omens fic

[concretejunglefm]

The way you bend, the way you break.

Summary: Your best friend, Noah, has harbored a deep and obsessive crush on you for a long time. Driven by his intense jealousy, he reaches dangerous extremes to finally claim you as his own.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

THIS IS A FIC CONTAINS DARK THEMES PLEASE CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS.

CW: smut including unprotected sex (p in v), ghostface, mask kink, boot riding, obsessive bestfriend!noah, stalking themes, yandere themes, manupilation, coercion, blackmail, dubcon, threats of violence, knife play (reader on receiving end), blood play (readers), degrading dirty talk, dacryphilia, breeding kink if you squint, hair pulling, pussy slapping

Names: Princess, bitch, (little) slut, little rabbit, baby, pretty thing,

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, princess?” An enigmatic, almost mechanical voice purrs through the receiver.

“So original,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “You can stop playing games, Noah.” The idea of your best friend playing games like these with you, just to tease you, wouldn’t come as a surprise.

“Wrong, it’s not Noah,” the voice corrects you, dismissing your assumption, and your heart drops.

“Look, asshole, whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested, okay?” You huff, hanging up and choosing to ignore the strange sensation of being watched that begins to creep in.

A moment later, your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number. Attached to the message is a video. You pause for a moment, contemplating whether to press play on the thumbnail, which features a frame of your face. You could choose to delete the message, pretend you didn’t see it, or even block the number. However, curiosity overpowers you, and you decide to press play.

The video you’re watching features you and your ex. What you’re seeing is something you had presumed to be long erased from the existence of any phone belonging to either of you. Then again, you also know better than to assume anything could be permanently erased from the internet in this modern era.

In the frame, you’re on all fours and facing the camera, while your ex, out of frame—lucky bastard, is pounding into you. Every sound from you is almost as exaggerated as the way your eyes roll back and your tongue hangs freely, playing up for the camera—and for him.

When you close the video, another text appears.

Unknown: Hang up on me again, and this video will be sent to everyone you know.

Your chest tightens, and your mind races with panic and dread. As you try to message your best friend with trembling fingers, an incoming call interrupts you, preventing you from reaching out for help.

“What do you want?” you manage to say, trying to keep your voice steady, though it falters slightly. Fear creeps in, and you can’t help but notice the amusement in the strangers’ mechanical voice.

“You might want to use your manners, unless you want everyone to discover your little home movie.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of anyone else seeing that video. The fact that a stranger already has it in their possession sends a sense of dread through you, accompanied by another strange feeling.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” He poses it as a question, but the cold, unsettling tone of the stranger on the other end suggests it’s more of a command.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat and find your voice as you respond, “Yes.”

“That’s good, or you’ll end up starring in a snuff film for your next movie.”

“Oh god…” the words escape your lips, a choked sob rising within your throat.

There’s a ringing in your ears, and you take a step back. Your eyes dart around the open living room, looking towards the front door. But it’s as if the stranger can sense your thoughts, because his voice interrupts your train of thought.

“Don’t even consider running. We’re going to play a little game called hot and cold.”

“I-please…” A soft plea escapes your lips, followed by a choked sob. Fear has frozen you in your tracks, fear and something else, a subtle thrill that creeps into your mind, suggesting that you might be enjoying this.

Surely not?

The stranger completely disregards your plea for freedom, continuing to explain the rules of his game. “If you manage to find me, then maybe I’ll grant you your wish and leave you be.”

There was something about that “maybe” that you didn’t entirely trust. It hinted at the possibility that he had no intention of letting you go once he had you in his grasp.

Slowly, you begin to walk yourself through the house, one ear attentively listening to your surroundings while keeping the phone firmly pressed to your other ear, listening to him call out the varying degrees of how hot and cold you were.

You’re on the verge of giving up, ready to confront him and call him out on his bluff. He’s not here; he’s been playing you, making you believe he is. But just as you’re about to make your move, a rustling behind you catches your attention. As you turn, you’re met with a towering figure standing above you. He’s dressed in an all-black ensemble and wears a ghostface mask.

“Surprise, princess!” he announces, raising the blade in his hand. As you try to pass him, he swiftly scoops you up with his free arm, capturing you in a tight embrace and pulling your back flush against his front.

“Tsk tsk, sweet little rabbit, where do you think you’re headed? Don’t you want to play?” He smirks beneath the mask, and you hear the sly grin seeping into his voice.

When you feel the cool metal blade against your cheek, you softly whimper, “Please…” desperately hoping to somehow escape this or at least beg this stranger to release you unharmed.

“Please,” he repeats your word back to you, his tone mocking. Before asking, his voice laced with a menacing undertone, “Are you scared, princess?”

He gently caresses the skin of your cheek with the flat side of the knife, causing your heart to quicken in your chest as it trails down your throat. You yearn to say yes, but you can’t bring yourself to admit your fear to him, especially not when you can already sense the intensity of his arousal pressing against your ass.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” he whispers, his mask tipping up slightly to reveal his lips. With a gentle yet firm touch, he presses rough, lingering kisses along your throat, making his first move in asserting his claim over you.

You wish for your body not to betray you as it currently is, feeling the heat rising in your stomach, which gradually spreads throughout. Your thighs press together in your pajama shorts, the fabric giving little cover.

Your mind reels from his words as you suddenly realize that this could be someone you know or someone who knows you, at the very least.

“Aww, listen to you whimper. Are your legs shaking too?” He teases, and you realize just how unsteady you are on your feet. His arm is the only thing keeping you firmly in place, as his twitching arousal rubs against you, and his hips rut in a way that provides him with a semblance of relief, even though he’s already fantasizing about how you’d feel wrapped around him.

You hadn’t even realized you were whimpering until he pointed it out. Now, you could barely silence yourself, only soft pleas falling between the quiet sounds. But you no longer knew what exactly you were pleading for—to be let go, to have something more. Especially now that a growing ache was forming between your thighs.

“I bet if I reach down, you’ll be soaked.” You shake your head in denial, but deep down, you know he’s right. No matter how hard you try to pull away or squirm against him, his hand won’t stop descending into the front of your shorts. His gloved fingers glide over the fabric of your lace panties, sending shivers down your spine.

He doesn’t stop there; instead, he pushes aside the fabric and presses a finger between your folds, applying a pressure you didn’t realize you needed to your clit. The pressure makes your hips buck, and instead of a whimper, a needy whine escapes your throat. His dark chuckle in response washes over you, and you feel a wave of shame for genuinely enjoying this.

The delightful sensation of his leather glove is so pleasurable that when he starts withdrawing his hand, it makes you whine, your hips instinctively moving to follow him.

“Look at you, you enjoy this, don’t you? Desperate slut.” His words are confirmed when he raises his hand, reveling in the wetness that coats his gloved fingers. To your surprise, he pushes them into your mouth, making you clean them off with a low growl of an order against your ear.

Beneath the mask he reveals in the sight of you and continues his mocking as he glides the blade of the knife along the front of your sleep shirt, just scraping the fabric. “Mm, you’re making this too easy. I had anticipated a fight. But no, you’re just a twitching mess.”

You despise yourself for loving it so much, for the gentle sounds emanating around his fingers and the way your cunt throbs with need, your arousal intensifying with his degrading words.

“Now, it’s time for some real fun.” He delights, pressing the tip of the blade against the fabric of your shirt. He twists it slightly before pulling it to tear, slicing it all the way up until the fabric is reduced to two hanging pieces at your chest. You gasp, feeling the cool air against your hardened nipples as he spreads the fabric further apart, intensifying your arousal.

Before you have a chance to comprehend what’s happening, he starts dragging you backward down the hallway and towards your bedroom.

When you reached the bedroom, he ordered you to strip completely. Now, he has your hands tied behind your back while you rub your soaking, wet cunt against the thick, black leather of his boot.

You want so intensely to hate this, to vehemently protest against him, yet every sound you make, every desperate shift of your hips, contradicts those thoughts.

Honestly, you’re enjoying this more than you’d ever dare admit.

“I knew you’d be a good little slut, just like you are in that video.” The mention of the video from him sends a wave of embarrassment across your already flushed skin, causing your eyes to dart away from him before he suddenly grabs your chin with a harsh grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at you, you’re gasping like a whimpering, bitch in heat. What’s got you so worked up? Is it me or the knife?”

From the corner of your eye, you catch the glint of silver from the blade, the one he’s been taunting you with. He traces it over your collarbone and throat, but not with enough force to cause any damage. The weight of it emphasizes the threat behind his words each time he promises to ‘slit your pretty little throat’ if you don’t follow his instructions. It’s what led you into this position, yet you find yourself desperate and needy, pleading for him to let you cum and even give you more because you’re aware of how far gone you are.

“Are you going to cum all over my boot like a good little slut?” he teases, and when you try to look away once more, you feel the unforgiving grip of his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back as he compels you to gaze upon him. “Do you need a reminder about not answering me, princess?”

You gasp when you feel the sharp, cutting sensation of the blade against your skin, at your collarbone. This time he’s applied enough pressure to create a small cut, a pool of blood forming. As he lifts the blade to show you the blood, he offers it towards your mouth.

“Lick it,” he commands, and you obey, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and lust. You watch him, fixated on the mask, as you roll your tongue over the flat edge of the blade. The warm metallic taste of your blood coats your tongue.

A moment later, he advances just enough to tilt his mask and press his lips against yours in a passionate exchange. His tongue forcefully enters your mouth, stealing and sharing the lingering taste of your blood, and you moan into his mouth in response. The taste of him is both familiar and electrifying, reminiscent of sweet watermelon halls.

When he breaks away, the mask is swiftly pulled back into place, thwarting any chance of catching a glimpse of your tormentor, but that concern becomes pushed aside when your mind grows clouded by the tight coil forming in your stomach as you careen closer to your climax. You almost don’t want to reach it, fearing the consequences of its end, yet also it being an acknowledgement of your enjoyment and present desire.

There’s no escaping the moment you start to crumble before him, not when you’re trembling and your moans are intensifying in volume.

“Come on, pretty little thing. Give me what I want. Make a mess for me.” He murmurs his encouragement, his eyes fixed on you behind the mask, locked onto the way your hips buck and you desperately grind against his boot, coating it with your arousal. He can sense that you’re restraining yourself and his fingers in your hair tug harshly, drawing your attention to him. “There’s no shame in it. No one’s watching except me. So cum for me, baby.”

It’s as if, on command, you follow his words and let go, feeling your body quiver as your release surges through you with a roaring heat, strained whimpers escaping your lips. You quickly feel yourself growing limp, your body exhausted as the adrenaline wears off, but you know that he hasn’t finished with you yet.

It’s as if you’re a doll, and he’s treating you like one, placing you on the bed and positioning you just the way he desires. You willingly submit, no longer resisting now because you don’t want to. You want this. Even after your recent orgasm, you feel yourself tightening around nothing, the overwhelming desire to be filled consuming you, and you’re certain that’s precisely what he’s going to do.

“Keep your legs spread wide for me, princess.” He says, pushing you down against the mattress as he shifts behind you. When you try to look up, you spot the mirror facing the bed and glance at your reflection. What a mess you are spread out for him—your ass pulled up and presented while your upper half is pressed to the mattress. In that moment, you realize he’s mimicking the position you were in, in the video.

“Please…” you whine, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel his gloved fingers gently stroke your wet folds.

“Hush, you’ll get exactly what we both know you want.” With his other hand, he strokes his cock, positioning himself behind you. His eyes scan your exposed body, taking in the way you tremble under his touch. “Oh, you’re soaking.”

Another whine escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to conceal your face with the flush of embarrassment. However, his gloved hand forcefully slaps between your thighs, right against your clit, causing you to yelp and lift your head.

“No hiding. I want to see you,” he warns, and your eyes dart to the mirror, where you catch a glimpse of his head turned. He’s watching you, and he wants to watch you while he’s fucking you. That sick bastard, you think, but perhaps you’re the sick one because you feel a strange thrill coursing through your body, your clit throbbing with anticipation at the thought of what's to come.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs softly beneath his breath. As you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, your hips shift, trying to push back against him and you feel his harsh grip holding you firmly in place. “God, you’re such a desperate little slut,” he taunts, chuckling darkly.

The tip of him feels so big against you, yet you crave more, yearning for him to fill you up, despite the pain it’s already causing to feel him pressing into you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he forcefully slides you, your walls stretching around him, struggling to accommodate him. A tear escapes and rolls down your cheek from the immense pressure he brings as he slides into you until he’s deeply buried, asserting his claim on you.

“God, you should see how well your pretty pussy is taking my cock.” He growls, gripping your hip firmly with one hand and the back of your neck with the other, pinning you down. He starts thrusting into you, his pace quickening with each stroke inside your tight walls.

The intense movement of his hips makes you cry out, sobs bubbling up your throat from the overwhelming pleasure as you feel him pounding deep into your stomach. “Please…” you choke out once more, unable to find any coherent words.

Did it hurt? Did it feel too good? Was it a delicious combination of both? Regardless, it already felt like too much for you to handle, and your fingers curl into your hands, still tied behind your back. It only makes it easier for him to grip onto you, forcing your entire body down onto the mattress as he slammed his hips against your ass.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groans, and you whimper, your body trembling from the intensity of another climax building within you. You can’t stop the tears that continue to fall; your sobs slip out between your moans, something he’s quick to notice. “That’s it, baby—keep crying for me. I want to feel those beautiful sobs as you come undone.”

That’s precisely what he experiences when you squeeze around him every time another sob rises in your throat, his cock throbbing within you. However, it’s just as he teeters over the edge that you follow, feeling him thrust himself deep into you as his cock twitches with the release of his warm cum, filling you—completely claiming you as his.

No amount of protest could have stopped him, especially since he never gave you any warning. Despite your whining and attempts to throw him off somehow, you’re pinned beneath him as he leans over you, caging your smaller frame beneath him. “Just take it,” he growls, making you feel even smaller as you tremble, unable to deny the way your own body falls apart with the knowledge that he’s cum inside you, filling you deeply, feeling the bulge of him in your stomach.

He remains buried inside you, twitching and throbbing as you squeeze him, as if holding him there, unwilling to let him go.

Neither of you moves, frozen in this moment. There’s a part of you that secretly doesn’t want to.

For a fleeting moment, your eyelids flutter, and your body succumbs to exhaustion. However, you’re jolted to your senses when you notice him raising his hand to remove his mask.

In the mirror opposite, you’re greeted by a familiar face that makes your stomach flip and your eyes widen. “Noah…” you breathe out, and he leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers,

“Surprise, princess.”

[concretenoah]

The only thing I ask for is fluffy new relationship vibes with Noah 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I’m a whore for fluff

pairing: noah x reader

cw: none. just pure tooth rotting fluff!

author’s note: thank you for my first request, madsy. i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. <3 also this is my first real thing so pls be nice guys!! i know it’s not perfect but i had fun with it. also a big thank you to @circle-with-me for beta reading, and to @foliosriot for my header <3

dividers: cafekitsune // title: ‘emergence’ by sleep token

You and Noah had only been dating for a few months, but at this point, you basically stayed the night at his place more often than you did your own. You couldn’t bare the thought of sleeping alone after you guys got together. Maybe it was the way he wrapped his arms around you, or how gentle he was. He just made you feel safe, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Tonight wasn’t any different. Your back was pressed up against him, with his arm wrapped around you. He had placed his hand underneath your shirt to rest on your tummy. His fingers were tracing shapes along your skin so softly that they were barely touching you. It was always enough to give you those good butterflies inside. He started leaving little kisses behind your ear and on the back of your neck, even on your shoulders. Noah couldn’t help but have his lips on you.

You could tell what was coming next by the way he was squeezing your hips and giggling. You saw a different side of him that most didn’t get to see. Next thing you know, he’s whispering with that lil baby voice in your ear, “baby so prettyyy”. You’d giggle from the feeling of his breath on your neck, and there it was. He started tickling your side and rapid firing kisses on your neck and cheeks. He knew it made you squirm, and hell, you might accidentally get him in the eye with your arm, but he didn’t care; It made you laugh. It made you smile, and he loved doing that for you.

After the giggles wore off, you found yourself repositioned and resting your head on his chest. The only sound you could hear was his sweet heartbeat booming in your ear. Besides his voice, it was the best music you’d ever heard. You couldn’t help but leave a trail of gentle kisses along his tattooed chest. It might be cliche, but you always kissed where his heart was. It kinda became a thing between the two of you. “I love you”, you whispered while resting your head back down. He gave you a small squeeze, “I love you”, he whispered back, placing a kiss to your head. With that, your bodies melted together and it didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep.

You spent the night in various positions, sometimes wandering too far away from each other. He woke up a few times and noticed, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer. You felt more of those kisses to your neck, but these were sleepy and soft. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and fell back asleep. The sound of his breathing was like a lullaby for you.

He wasn’t normally the kind to cuddle all night, he gets too hot and honestly, so do you. Neither of you cared though, as long as it meant being close to each other.

You’d lost count as to how many nights you had with him like this. Sleepy kisses, cuddles, and all the laughs in between. It was like the world stopped around you, and only the two of you existed together. That’s what made you fall in love with him so quickly; He was the one to make your mind go quiet and take the pain away, and you did the same for him.

[lolitasangel]

Now Playing: Slow Down, Meddle About Part Two 18+ MDNI

Song Inspo- Chase Atlantic ‘Slow Down’

Meddle About

Summary- You, your friend and the boys spend some time together while you wait for dinner. You end up alone with Noah in his bedroom again with only an hour to spare.

Word count- 3k, MDNI 18+

Tw- manhandling, fingering, reader is a brat, Noah is a dom, grinding, teasing, size kink, p in v, unprotected sex, if you feel I missed a tag please let me know

It’s been days since you and Noah have last seen each other. Your little moment in his bedroom had your stomach twisting with butterflies. Wondering what his reaction was to the little gift you had slipped and hide for him in his room. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he broke and caved.

You hadn’t replied to any of his text messages, you knew you were in for it the next time you saw him. You wondered what he would do, sneak you off into the bathroom, sneak you to somewhere more private if you were all out together. You wondered what his next move was. The more your thoughts drifted off towards Noah, your mind started to wander off on what he did.  

Noah putting you in your place was the biggest turn on for you. Even thinking about him man’s-handling you into any position he wanted you in. You knew you all would be able to meet this weekend. Nick wanted to go out for dinner and get the group together.  

It could also be Nick wanted everyone to meet so he could see Y/f. They had been talking for a while; they looked really cute together too. You weren’t sure if there were going to be any plans after that or not, if not you wanted to try and work Noah up a little more.  

The moment Noah walked into his room and got a whiff of your perfume still lingering in the room he smiled. He really liked you and you were nice and fun to hang out with. Noah wouldn’t mind taking you out on a few dates, even if it was backwards. “Who fucks first then dates” Noah mumbled to himself. He could feel some of the alcohol leaving his body feeling a little tired. He threw off his clothes, changed and got into bed.   

As he curled his arms around his pillows, he could feel his fingers get tangled in something. Confused Noah sits up, grasping the item and pulling it out. Being met with a pair of your panties. “That sneaky little…” he before he could finish a smile was already plastered on his face. Noah didn’t expect a parting gift in your end, but he didn’t mind it, reaching over to his bedside he slipped them in the drawer. “Save these for another time” he chuckled. Ignoring the hard boner forming in his pants and closing his eyes to go to sleep.   

Noah had claimed that he was controlling the game but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have any fun. If he was in control you wanted to drive him as crazy as possible. You wanted to see how far you could push him before he picked you up and fucked you until he physically couldn’t anymore.  

The morning of the dinner and night out with everyone you hopped right into the shower. You didn’t want to waste any time getting ready. Grabbing your shampoo, you start to massage the product into your hair. You weren’t told where the dinner would be so you made a mindful note for later to call and ask.   

Wrapping it up and making your way out, walking through your bathroom you stopped in your tracks. You completely forgot the gift you left Noah in his bedroom. The memory made you chuckle; you wondered what he thought. Did he ‘use’ them, did he hide them, you were curious on what his move Walking over to your bed, towel still tightly pulled around you, you go through your contacts to find Y/F. Clicking the call button, waiting for her to pick up.  

“Hey! Are you still on for tonight” you hear your friend on the other side “Yea, I just need to know where we are meeting and when.” You say, you wanted to have enough time to get ready and make sure you had everything you needed. “It’s only 12pm, we are meeting around 5 at the boys place and going from there” you nodded along to your friend words. The more she spoke you could hear her interest shift over to talking about Nick.   

Your thoughts wandered over to Noah and what he would do tonight. You still didn't want to give into caving and seeing what he thought of what you left; you wanted him to be stuck waiting to see you again. “Y/n? You still alive?” scoffing at your friends' question “yes, I am still alive, ass” you mumbled the last part under your breath.    

“Just making sure, you went quiet, thinking about Noah?” you were rummaging through your closet before the mention of Noah was brought up. “What makes you think that?” you say nonchalantly. “Considering I talk to Nick who talks to Noah” she trailed on “I’m sure you can picture the rest” you could hear the excitement coming through her voice. Your friend had been trying for ages to find you someone to mingle with. “What all were told” you were curious on what Noah said,” he really likes you, mentioned a potential date’ you could hear the teasing tones from a mile away.  

“Well, he is nice and cute” you tried to fight the small smile coming onto your face. “Well, just know he is interested and i think you should go for it”.   

After your phone call with your friend, you continued with choosing what to wear for the night. You decided to go for a simple tee-shirt and jeans. Laying out the outfit on your body you dropped your towel to the floor. Tossing it to the side to handle later. Your thoughts were already occupied. Both you and Noah have obvious interest in each other and you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him.    

During your phone call with your friend, you both decide she would swing by and pick you up until the dinner. You decided to go for a light makeup look today, and a simple outfit. You knew that at some point after the dinner the boys would want to do something else so something simple was the best to go. You decided to wait in the living room for your friend to show up. She usually let herself in to announce her presence and knowing her she would do just that. “Honey, I’m home!” your friend shouted at the top of her lungs in the front doorway.  

Not budging from your spot from the hollering, “alright, old lady I heard you” you teased at her. Causing her to drop her mouth wide open, before she could respond you were already embracing her in a hug. “I feel like it’s been forever since we have hung out” you say holding your friend close. It was true, you haven’t been able to catch up or meet with anyone since work was getting busier and busier. You were relieved to have a few days off now that the rush of the year was gone.   

You both made your way outside to her car. "When's the next time you work?" your friend asked, buckling her seatbelt. "My boss was kind enough to give me the week off" you reply waiting for her to start driving. "Sweet, we are hanging out this week" your friend rejoiced. The car ride over was pretty quick you took the time to update her on anything she missed while you were busy. You listened to her as she continued to talk about what her and Nick have been up to. They really were perfect foreach other. Nick was really nice to her and the way your friend's eyes would light up when she talked about something Nick did for her or said to her. It was nice to see your friend truly happy.   

You both arrive to the house jumping out the car quickly and making your way to the front door. Your friend reaches over ringing the doorbell and waiting for an answer. After waiting a few seconds, the front door opens revealing Nick “hey guys” he says smile big and wide, your friend rushes over giving him a hug “hi, baby” she says, “hi, love, Hi, Y/n” Nick says wrapping his arms around Y/F giving you a wave as best as he can. “Hi Nick, it’s been a while” you say giving him a quick hug. Nick opens the door welcoming you both in, the house didn’t change much since you last had been there.   

Making your way through the house with Nick and your friend you see the rest of the boys hanging around. Folio and Jolly sat in the middle of the couch in a heated match of smash brothers. “We can all hang out here until it’s time for dinner” Jolly suggests attention still on the screen. Folio shoved Jolly to the side trying to mess him up. “Yea, I need to finish whooping Jolly’s ass” Folio laughed out.   

Never minding the boys, you turn your head over to where Noah might be, noticing he wasn’t in living room. You forgot how tall he was compared to you. Even from a distance you still noticed the height difference between you two. “You can go outside to the side porch, and say hi, he’s on the phone with Matt, should be done soon” Nick tells you, getting cozy with Y/f on the couch. Smiling and nodding your head you make your way outside to where Noah now sat. Opening the door and stepping outside, shutting it behind you, you wait for Noah to notice your presence.   

From the action of Noah gesturing around he noticed you standing there. Caught off guard he couldn’t help his lips from breaking out into a smile. You give a quiet wave and smile, rocking back and forth on your heels waiting for Noah’s conversation to wrap up. “Alright, Matt, we can pick this up tomorrow or something…yes…yes…bye” Noah mumbled the last few words. Clicking the hang up button and shoving his phone back in his pocket. You walk up to him giving him a big hug “hi, Noah” you say, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Despite the little ‘game’ you two were having you did enjoy being with him. Talking about nothing and everything at the same time, it’s been a while since someone made you feel that understood.   

“Hi, baby” he mumbled into your hair wrapping his arms tightly around your waist holding you close to his body. You pulled away grasping his arm before pulling him back inside the house.   

Making your way to the living room before Noah had pulled into a hallway closet before rounding the corner. The swift motion made you catch you breathe. Last time you and Noah were this close in compacity Noah almost took you right in the moment. Your front was pressed against his chest. Noah started to muzzle into your neck, humming to himself, breathing in your scent just the way he wanted. “I found your little gift you brat” Noah groaned in your ear. You feel Noah's hands tighten their grip on your hips. Noah could feel you under his hands trying to relieve some of the throbbing your core had felt from the pressure applied.  

Refusing to let you slip through his finger tips like the many times before. “I have no clue what you're talking about” you cried out. The feeling of Noah's hands holding you in place forbidding you to move up against his leg. The pressure of Noah’s thigh rubbing against your core was doing wanders for you. You wanted him to move so badly. This would be the second time he would work you up and leave you for the evening. “Yes, you do, you wanted to be a brat because I didn’t give you what you wanted and you decided to leave a teasing gift” Noah growled.  

Before you could reply Noah pulled you away from the door and walked out before quickly turning around, “you might want to cover that up” he whispered flashing a quick wink at you before making his way back to the living room. Deciding to quickly go to the bathroom and see what it was that he had done to you. You were familiar by now with the lay out.   

Quickly opening and closing the door behind you, turning the light on in the process. Noah left a semi visible mark on your neck. You didn't realize during the quick ‘meeting’ you had you he left a small but visible mark on your collar bone. You were relieved that you could easily cover it with a hoodie or sweatshirt. Making your way back outside to the other you took a seat between Jolly and Noah. Leaning against the back of the couch trying to calm your racing heart. The remainder of the evening was spent talking between everyone. The boys were updating you and you friend on what was going to be happening with the band this year. 

“I’m so ready for tour” Folio exclaimed punching fists in the air with a wide grin on his face. You and Noah made teasing remarks to each other throughout the time you spent together. You both poking fun at each other and even have your own ‘smash bros’ match, you won against Noah thanks to Jolly. Nick kept an eye on the time as he didn’t want to miss the reservation made for the night. It was nice getting everyone together again. Speaking up when it was almost time to head out for dinner.   

Upon hearing this the rest of the boys hopped up to go and get ready. While they made their way upstairs your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Reaching back to see who it was, you saw it was from your friend “Now’s the perfect time, GO!” shaking your head at your friend's encouragement you made your way to Noah’s room. You made your way to Noah room, remembering the which room was what like it was yesterday. You knocked gently upon the door waiting for an answer. Looking up from your feet, you were met with Noah’s eye’s, blushing and looking away you say “let me in”.   

Gawking at your statement, Noah opened his door wider, allowing you to step through. Before you could start your sentence, you felt your body softly land against his bed.   

Your front pressed against the bed, your head just barely buried in the pillow of the bed, you feel Noah’s hands start to explore your body once again. You could your hips being pulled back towards Noah's. You could feel Noah’s cock grinding against your cunt. Noah’s hands started to trail up from your hips, books and then wrists. Holding them in one fist while the other was occupied holding your hips in place. “Have you thought of this before, baby?” Noah moaned in your ear. The feeling of your pussy grinding back up against him. Letting an out a whimper in response, you were too distracted with weight of his body against you. 

Pressed up together firmly. Growling from the lack of answer, Noah flipped you around. Wrapping your legs around him holding him as close as possible. “I asked you a question, this is going to be the second time you have ignored my question, seems like you want a punishment” Noah cried out as he felt you grind up back against him. “I give you my panties and I'm met with a punishment” you sassed back, you knew that last comment would rile something in Noah up. “Keep talking and you’ll see a real punishment. Don't think I forgot about you ignoring me, baby. I should punish you just for that. You look so good, your jeans hug your ass so good" Noah said forcing you to look up and make eye contact with. “Noah, I can't wait anymore” you pleaded out. He looked so good glaring down at you, you wanted him right there in that moment.   

“What do you say, baby? Is that how you ask? I wanted to give you a thank you for your gift but you're acting up” Noah teased back. Both of your clothes were disheveled, cheeks flustered, breath panting. You felt like your veins were steaming hot from the effect Noah had over you. The way his voice dripped with seduction in your ear. The way his hands were so quick and slick, tracing his fingertips across the lining of your pants. “Please, Noah, I need it” you cried out. Your pussy was soaked from the things Noah was saying and doing to you, he was so quick but gentle with his hands. 

The callused finger tips tracing your skin softly, his lips leaving light kisses along your neck. Noah looked up from your neck wanting to see what he was doing to you. Seeing you looked so fucked out already from him barely doing anything to you made his cock throb from how hard he was for you. Noah wasn’t afraid to admit to you the thing ‘s he did to the pair of panties you left him. Fuck them with a fist full of them, pocketing them for good luck anytime he needed it or anytime he was craving you.   

“Are you sure? We can stop now” Noah says, he didn't want anything going wrong or pushing you further than what you were comfortable with. “Yes, I am sure, thank you”, Noah gently cupped your jaw with his hand. “You don’t need to thank me, at any point you want to stop tell me, I won't be mad” Noah say’s firmly, this caused a smile to come on your face “I’m sure” you say, you were grateful Noah was respectful.   

Noah continued o unbutton your jeans, slipping his hand into your panties, fingers rubbing against your clint gently. The feeling of Noah playing with you felt so good. Your body felt electrified from the feeling he was giving you. Noah started to groan into your ear about how good you felt. “You feel so warm and wet for me, i can’t wait till I can taste you; I’m going to take my time tasting you” he chuckles into your ear. Noah was taking his time sliding his fingers into your entrance 

“Please, Noah, I can take it” you needed it, craved it even. “Slow down, Baby. You need to be patient, I want to take this time feel you” As Noah growled those words into your mouth you could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. “Let me make you feel good” he said before pressing his lips against yours. Noah slips his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance.  Pulling away from you to catch his breath. 

You looked so beautiful beneath him at his mercy. The pleasure he was welcoming you with felt like too much. You could Noah’s thick fingers stretching your pussy. The feeling of Noah’s fingers fucking you and the filthy words he was serenading you with were all the much.  

The thought of Noah’s fingers already stretching you so much made your mind wander to his cock. Even just feeling him grind against you, you felt how much bigger he was compared to you. You wondered how much it would stretch you, how much you could take, if you could take it. The thought of being stretched out on Noah’s cock made you tighten your walls around him. You were practically putty under Noah’s hand’s, Noah could feel you tightening around him. 

” Please, Noah, please” you cried out “Please I want your cock” you begged, the way his fingers were working inside of made you need something more. “What, Baby girl, what do you need” opening your eyes back up, looking back up at Noah. Noah started to slow his fingers down the longer you took to answer. Your mind felt so good and fuzzy with him right now. “I want your cock, please” you cried, moving your hips to try and get some friction from Noah.   

“Louder, baby, just a little louder for me” Noah started to rut against your hip, he couldn’t wait to feel you squeezing his cock. The thought alone made Noah drive his lips back down meeting yours. “Please, Noah” you whimpered a little louder.   

Smirking at your response Noah sat up between your legs, Noah tugged your jeans a little further down, he was quick to tug his cock out his pants. “Before we continue, are you sure you want to go further” getting antsy from waiting you couldn’t help but snap at him in response “Damn it, Noah do I have to ask Jolly” you groaned out in frustration. The mention of another guy's lips falls between your lips as you were in his position awakened something in him. “Watch it, don’t even think about mentioning him again” Noah hissed at you, you belonged to him and no one else but him.   

Before you could respond Noah shoved his cock so far up your pussy you felt like you had lost you breathe. Pressing his lips against yours to muffle your loud cries. Noah was so much bigger and thicker than you could imagine. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good” he moaned out. The feeing of him fucking you like no tomorrow felt so good. You could feel how hard he was for you. Reaching down Noah started to play with your clit. “That’s it, baby. You feel so good wrapped around me. God, you’re so wet for me”. Noah continued to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Quickening his pace on your clit. Noah started o quicken his thrusts, grasping your waist holding you in place. Noah could feel himself getting closer and closer 

“Fuck, I'm going to cum. Are you close, baby.” Noah chuckled at how fucked out you looked; he loved this look. He loved knowing he was the reason you were feeling so good. Nodding your head, you couldn't help the light cries coming from your lips, he just felt to good. The more Noah talked in your ear the more you were brought closer to the edge of your high.

Your vision went white from the strong orgasm you had. Noah was still driving his hips into you. Noah could feel himself close to finishing "alright, baby, I'm going to pull out, okay, baby?" Noah asked, you tried your best to respond but the pleasure was too good for you. Right as Noah felt himself about to cum, he quickly pulled out aiming away from you and your clothes.  

You and Noah laid in each other's arms for a little bit, Noah had helped you get cleaned up, fixing your hair for you. "You did so good, thank you for choosing me" he mumbled into your hair pulling you closer to his body. Letting out a little chuckle, “I should be thanking you” before you can continue Noah cuts you off by pulling you into a kiss. “You can thank me another time, we have only 15 minutes left” Noah squeaked out noticing he didn’t have much time to get ready as the others. 

An- I hope you enjoy this part two, part three will be followed up hopefully soon. I tried to make it as good as the first one. I also wanna thank Mandy for giving me courage and the will to keep writing, thank you <3. I have a job interview tomorrow so I'm very nervous, I am praying I get this job. Anyways I hope you enjoyed, please like and reblog. I hope you have a good morning/evening/night.

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[deathblacksmoke]

if you don’t wanna watch me be self-indulgent pls look away now. this is more self-indulgent than i’ll likely ever be — probably.

ruffilo x plus size reader like i promised <3

cw: body insecurities, implied inexperienced reader, mentions of sex, 18+ nsfw

You can’t be quite sure what’s taking you so long.

Nick has never once done anything to make you feel insecure. He treats you like a treasure, looks at you like he thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world, and tells you as much. He makes you believe him.

You’re not sure why when he wraps an arm around you while you’re watching a movie, sneaks a hand up under your shirt, you cringe away. You always hope he doesn’t notice, doesn’t feel hurt, but he’s always quick to readjust and take your hand instead.

You find yourself thinking about it, sometimes, letting him sink his fingers into your hips and keep them there. How contended his smile might be if he were to rest his head on your chest, kiss down your sternum, nibble at the plush skin of your tummy. How he might bury his face between your thighs and groan, digging his grip into your thighs, taking you apart with his mouth and your fingers and looking up at you with those pretty eyes, his gaze searing through you.

Something always stops you, but when you wake up to his pretty sleeping face and his hand resting on your thigh over the fabric of your sweats, you feel yourself get a little brave.

You place your hand over his, move it under the hem of his borrowed t-shirt, his warm, calloused fingers resting on your bare skin. His eyes flutter open, a small smile spreading his lips.

He kisses you. It feels right.

“You know I’m happy to take everything at your pace, right, love?” he assures you, answering the question you’d left unasked. You nod. “I love you. I adoreyour body. I feel so lucky.”

It’s the first time he said it, the 3 words. He doesn’t seem to notice — like it passed his lips without him even questioning it. It does help, a lot.

You move yourself closer to him, as close as you can get, his hand moving from your hip to your lower back. It still feels right. You don’t shy away.

You’re getting there, so close.

“I love you too,” you confess in a whisper, as obvious as anything has ever been. You let yourself be kissed, held by him.

It’s nearly time.

[kaliforniahigh]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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 🫐

tags: @lma1986 @thisbicc @theroyaldixon @whatitsdecending

[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.

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Noah pushes his chair back but misses the way your eyes fall on him.

His hoodie is ridden up when he stretches his arms and then when he crosses his arms it looks even cosier.

You are not really sure of what Noah and you have going on. There are flirting, touches, and occasional make-out sessions. But you are sure that you are falling for him.

It has been a long day in the studio, and Noah and you are the last ones. He wanted to finish the song, and you had good ideas for it, so you stayed when the others left. But you are tired and your mind is already burning from so much thinking.

He looks comfortable, tired but comfortable.

Noah feels you staring. "All good?"

"I'm just tired"

"Yeah? I'll be done soon. Ten minutes"

"Good"

You yawn and he chuckles while leaning back against the chair. He runs his hands over his torso and accidentally lifts again the damn hoodie, obviously catching your eye.

"What?" He chuckles.

"Nothing"

"You think I'm hot"

You roll your eyes. You do, but that's not your main thought right now.

"I think you are cosy and warm, not hot" You mention with a smile. "And I'm so damn sleepy"

Noah laughs and moves his chair to the side, offering his arms and lap for you.

"What?" You ask this time.

"Come here"

"What?"

He scoffs and drags your chair closer, then grabs your hands to pull you up.

"Noah?"

"Come here"

You don't complain when he makes you straddle his lap. It's so sweet when he cups your cheeks and pulls you for a soft kiss. You melt against him instantly.

"You are clingy" He mutters with a cheeky smile.

"Not my fault that you are huggable"

Noah pecks your lips once more and literally pushes you to the gap in his neck. You crack a laugh and get comfortable with your hands sliding in his hoodie for some warmth. He hisses because your hands are cold, but engulfs you on his arms.

"Better?"

You hum on his neck and close your eyes. It's sweet and intimate.

Noah keeps working, sometimes kissing your head or caressing your back. You didn't mind late nights at the studio, but if they keep being like this you are just more than happy with it.

[collapsedglasshouses]

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

[darksigns-exe]

it's delicate - noah sebastian x f!reader

warnings: swearing, fingering (f receiving) oral sex (f receiving) protected intercourse

word count: 4k

note: a little continuation of this thing that i combined with a request from @somebodyels3 hope this comes close to what you had in mine <3

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The party around you buzzes. 

It’s the end of the year – New Year’s Eve – and everyone is here. The band's place is stuffed full of all of your friends. You’ve had a drink or two already, just to curb the bubbling anxiety that has settled in your belly. 

These things aren’t for you, but at the same time you like seeing everyone. You haven’t seen some of these people in ages, and really it is nice to see some familiar faces again. 

You’ve only seen Noah for a moment. 

Things between you have been interesting since the encounter. Noah has kept a little more distance and while it had stung at first, you’re somewhat glad that he had taken that step. Getting that close to him had ignited a few feelings you had been very happy to ignore so far. Having a little bit of forced distance between you had given you time to reevaluate how you feel. Unfortunately, you had always come back to the same conclusion. 

The things you feel for him are just a little bit more than friendship. 

You can’t tell where he stands on the matter, but there’s a small part of you that hopes that he feels somewhat similar. 

You’re ripped from your thoughts by the sounds of commotion in the kitchen. 

The source seems to be an animated discussion between Folio and someone you can’t immediately recognise. It distracts you enough for Noah to be able to sneak up on you. 

He drapes an arm around your shoulder, sidling up next to you. 

“What’s he up to?” he asks, trying to get a glimpse at whatever is happening. 

“I have no idea.” you reply. 

You can barely make out Folio, and you honestly have no idea of what they’re debating. All you can tell is that it clearly isn’t entirely serious. 

“You wanna head upstairs with me? I have something I’ve wanted to show you for a while.” 

If he hadn’t sounded so earnest and things between you hadn’t been so off you would have made a joke out of it. Instead, you quietly follow up to his room. 

You know that he’s been looking for a place of his own, but seeing boxes stacked in his room still takes you a little aback. 

“Did you find a place?” you ask, pushing past some of the boxes so that you can sit down on his bed. 

The room feels so much colder than it usually does. 

Something about this feels odd. 

“I did. That’s what I wanted to show you.” he pulls up a page on his computer, motioning for you to join him, “I know you’ve been having issues with your landlord so – there’s a spare room that could be yours if you want it.” 

You sit on his desk chair and start to scroll through the listing. 

The place is stunning. 

Central, but in an area that feels like an actual neighbourhood. The rooms are spacious, and flooded with light. The living room is gorgeous, the kitchen looks to be newly renovated too. You know that Noah has already put so much thought into this, and really it’s a tempting offer. Maybe you would be less hesitant if it hadn’t been for that encounter.

“Can I think about it?” 

“Of course.” he gives you that pretty smile of his, “It’s just an offer. It’s closer to where you work, too, just in case that influences your decision-making process.” 

A small part of you wonders if that is part of why he settled on that apartment in particular. 

“While I have you up here, I think we should talk about something else.” Noah continues. 

You shoot him a questioning look, even though you already have a vague idea of what he wants to discuss. 

“When I came over to your place and you — got me off?” you give him a nod, prompting him to continue, “I didn’t want it to make things weird between us. And I think in trying to give you space, I made it weird. I’m sorry about that.”

“To be fair, I took a step back too.” you reply, “Let’s just forget about the whole thing.” 

Noah cocks his head to the side, “The whole thing? What if I don’t want to forget about it.” 

You swallow a breath. 

You can’t deny that you’ve been thinking about it a lot. The way he had looked up at you with tear stained eyes had seared itself into your brain. The visual of him thrust into your hand with nothing but pleasure had played on repeat in your mind. 

“I don't think that you want to forget about it either, hm?” Noah squats down in front of you, “I can’t stop thinking about how good you made me feel.”

He brings a hand to your knee, thumb gently caressing your bare skin. 

You force yourself to look at him. 

His eyes are so soft, and there’s nothing that tells you that he’d be upset if you’d ask him to stop this. He waits patiently for you to make your move, quietly watching you with a curious expression. 

You bring a hand to the side of his face. Noah leans into your touch, practically melting at the warmth of your palm.  

“What about everyone downstairs?”

“They’ll be busy for at least another hour. We have plenty of time. And if we miss the countdown, we’ll just say that I wasn’t feeling good, and you stayed with me.” 

He removes your hand from his cheek, and presses a kiss to the backs of your knuckles. 

He rises back up to full height, your hand still grasped in his. 

You let him pull you up from the chair. 

Noah mirrors your earlier motion and places a soft hand against your cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?”

The words just won’t come to you. The nod you offer seems to be satisfactory to him, though. Noah moves in so slowly, giving you plenty of time to move out of the way. 

The first touch of his lips against yours is so soft and chaste. You hadn’t thought about what kissing him would feel like. But when you feel the gentle brush of his lips against yours, you never want to miss it again. His hand remains on your cheek, keeping you close to him. In return, your arms wrap around his middle. 

Noah’s free hand comes to rest at the small of your back, and you can feel him toying with the tie that keeps your dress together. 

When you finally part, your head spins with the lack of air. 

“Sit down for me, will you?” he says softly. 

His hands slowly drift away from you when you take a step back to sit on the edge of his bed. A moment later, Noah sinks to his knees in front of you. He moves to take off your shoes, placing them somewhere off to the side. 

“Nothing you don’t want will happen. You can stop this at any point.” he says quietly, “We’ll only go as far as you want.”

You try your best to focus on the soft brush of his fingers against your calf, instead of the bubbling anxiety in your belly. 

It’s always like this. 

You want this – him – but when it gets to it, the anxiety to do well overwhelms you. 

“Hey.” Noah gives a gentle squeeze to your thigh, “Everything okay? You’re looking a little lost.” 

The concern on his face is unlike anything you’ve seen from him. You know that he cares deeply for his people, you included, but this feels different. 

“Just a little nervous.” 

“Don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart. I promise I’ll take good care of you. This is not the first time you’re doing this, right?” 

You shake your head. 

Maybe not the first time, but your anxieties had limited your experience quite a bit. More than a few partners had headed home again without seeing any kind of action after you’d gotten too into your head to enjoy it. 

“Okay. Can I do something to make this better for you?”

You look down at him, finding only comfort and warmth in his eyes. 

“Can you tell me what you’re doing? I keep trying to anticipate what’ll happen and –” 

“Takes you right out of the mood, huh? Well, we can’t have that. I’ll tell you exactly what I’m doing. All you have to do is lie back and feel good. Sound good?” 

You give him a nod in return. 

“Has anyone ever eaten you out?” his voice is surprisingly calm considering the nature of his question. 

“Just once, but – it didn’t seem like he enjoyed it.” 

Noah scoffs, shaking his head. 

His voice turns so awfully soft when he finally speaks up again, “Will you let me show you how good it can be? For both parties?”

“Will you?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, “Do you want to stay like this or do you want to lie back?”

“Like this is okay.” 

“Good, if something feels off, let me know. No hesitation. I want this to be good for you.” another kiss to the inside of your thigh, a little higher this time, “Do you want to keep your dress on?”

“Is that okay?”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with. If you want to keep it on, that’s okay. You wanna push up your hips for me?” 

You do as he asks, allowing him to take your panties off. He’s careful, slowly sliding them down your thighs. 

“Put on something cute before you came here, huh? Got all dressed up just for me.” he speaks more to himself than anyone else. 

His hands roam across your thighs, giving gentle pressure to make you part them. 

“Spread your legs a little, darling.” when you’ve made enough room for him, he continues, “I’m gonna touch you now, just with my fingers.” 

His fingers slowly trail up your thigh. His touch is feather-light, barely there. You hold your breath when he reaches your centre. The tips of his fingers brush through your folds, until they catch at your clit. You gasp when he circles his fingers across the bundle of nerves. 

“Don’t be shy, darling. Let me hear your pretty sounds.” 

He keeps up the slow, gentle touch for a good while. Occasionally, his fingers drift a little lower, swiping through your folds again. With every pass, his focus shifts towards your entrance. You try your best to focus on him, but it’s already so hard to keep your eyes open. 

Noah gives you another warning before he begins to tease the tip of one of his fingers into you. 

He takes his time working his finger into you. The slow, teasing touch makes you gasp out loud. And, as his finger sinks deeper into you, you let yourself fall back against the mattress. 

“There you go, baby. Does that feel good?” Noah asks softly.

You whine out a yes, but Noah doesn’t seem to be very happy with that. 

“Words.” He says then, sounding almost a little taunting. 

His fingers still, as he waits for your response, eyes fixed on your face so very expectantly. 

“Feels good. Feels so good.” you choke out. 

“That’s it. Gonna let me get a taste of your pretty little pussy?” 

“Y-yes.” 

He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Thank you.”

Noah removes his finger again and a moment later, you feel him trailing a barely there line of kisses up your thigh. And then you finally feel his lips pressing against your folds. 

At first, it’s a soft little kiss, but then you feel the tip of his tongue dragging through your folds. He moves so slowly, that you feel like you could stop him so easily if it becomes too much.  

You shift yourself upwards, in the attempt to get a glimpse at him. And when you look down, Noah meets your glance with the softest look. 

You feel him smile against you, before he pulls away just so. 

“Still feeling okay?” He asks. 

This time, your nod is enough for him. 

Noah quickly dives back between your thighs, burying his face there once again. He’s so careful with it. There’s something devotional about it. His attention is entirely on you and your pleasure. 

You bring a hand into his hair, remembering how he had shuddered last time. 

Noah lets out a sigh in response, but shows no sign of wanting to remove himself. In fact, you think that he sinks even deeper into you. You can just make out the flutter of his lashes against his cheeks as he continues his efforts. 

He gives a first experimental suck to your clit before he pulls away again. 

“Think you’ll be okay with my fingers inside?” 

“I want to try.”

“That’s good enough for me.” He presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Just keep making those pretty sounds for me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He keeps his focus on you while he eases his pointer finger back into you. When you give him no sign of discomfort, he returns his lips to your core. 

Noah gives the softest little kitten licks to your clit, drawing whine after whine from you. As overwhelming as it feels, you just can’t tear your eyes away from him. 

Soon enough, he starts to work a second finger into you. The stretch of it makes you sigh, and the grip of your hand tightens in his hair. And in turn, you’re rewarded with a moan from Noah. 

The careful curl of his fingers, mixed with the steady licks he gives to your folds, drags you closer and closer towards your climax. 

“Noah.” you choke out, making him look up at you. 

“Getting close?” he asks, “You wanna cum for me? Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me?”

You can only give him a desperate nod in reply. 

“That’s it baby. You’re so tight around my fingers. I bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” you don’t understand how he sounds so unaffected by all of this, when you feel as if you’re about to be torn apart, “Come on, let me feel you. You’re so close, aren’t you?” 

You’re right at the edge of it, but something is still holding you back. You let out a whine, hoping that it’s enough to tell him that you need more. 

“Aw need a little more, sweetheart? That needy little pussy just can’t get enough, hm?” 

He brings his thumb towards your clit. The slow circles he draws there, are enough to push you over the edge. You feel yourself clenching around his fingers, as you cry out in pleasure. You’re suddenly so very glad that the music playing downstairs is loud enough to disguise the sounds you’re making. 

Noah works you through your climax with practised ease. The gentle praise he showers you with only makes you feel dizzier. 

Eventually, his fingers slow until he stills entirely. 

“You did so good for me.” he says softly, “I’m gonna pull out my fingers, okay?”

You give him a nod. 

Your breath catches in your throat when he pulls his fingers from you. His fingers immediately dip between his lips. His eyes fall shut again, and he lets out a pleasured hum. 

“Noah?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

His eyes fly up to meet yours, “Hm?” 

“I want you.” “You just had me, sweetheart.” Noah says with a smirk.

“All of you.” 

“All of me?” the smirk fades into something you can quite identify. 

He rises up to his feet and for a moment, you think that he’ll turn around and leave. But instead, Noah leans down to you, placing a hand against your cheek. 

“I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?” 

Your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute. Since the evening when you’d gotten him off, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. 

“Please, Noah.” 

His lips meet yours just a split second later. And before you know it, you find yourself on your back, with Noah hovering above you. 

You bring your hand into the hair at the back of his neck, to keep his lips on yours. 

One of his hands drifts up your thigh and under your dress. You feel his fingers digging into your waist. 

From your lips, Noah trails a line of kisses along your jaw and neck. You sigh when he sucks a pretty little mark into the skin of your neck. 

You try your best to tug his shirt out of his trousers, desperate to feel his skin beneath your fingers again. Noah seems to understand what you’re trying to do and quickly pulls his shirt off. He doesn’t return to you immediately, instead he moves to unbutton his trousers. You’re sure it’s just your imagination, but for a brief moment, you’re sure that his hands tremble just a little. He drops them onto his desk chair, together with his shirt, before he finally returns to you. 

You scoot back, making a little more space for him on the bed. Noah kneels between your parted thighs. You let your eyes wander across his mostly bare body. His chest heaves with quick breaths. You can’t deny the bubbling anxiety in your belly, either. 

Taking this step could change everything between you.  

You bring your hand to his waist, to guide him back to you. 

Noah meets you in another quick kiss, before he sits up again. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks, playing with the hem of your dress. 

As much as you want to seize up, you have to feel his hands on your body. And so you give him a nod. 

Noah helps you sit up, allowing him to take off your dress. You don’t care where it lands because as soon as your body is bared to you, his lips are back on your neck. His hands roam across your body, and now you’re actually able to feel the tremble of his hands. 

Noah kisses his way across your chest, grazing his teeth against your collar bones. You bring a hand between your bodies, pressing your palm against the bulge in his boxers. Noah’s forehead instantly drops to your shoulder. The groan he lets out makes you shiver. 

“Careful, baby.” he sounds so breathless already, “Don’t wanna finish before I’m inside you.” 

He shuffles out of his boxers, finally giving you a proper view of him. 

“Hurry up then.” You say, once again reaching out for him. 

Noah manages to catch your hand in his before you get a chance to catch him. 

“Don’t get impatient now. You’ve been so good until now.” 

He leans over to his night stand and pulls open the top drawer. Somehow you hadn’t thought about protection until now, but you’re glad that he did. 

“Better to be safe.” He notes as he tears open the package. 

Noah leans back over you, dipping down to steal a kiss from you. 

“Ready?”

You nod, bringing your hands to his waist. 

Noah remains focused on your face for a moment longer, before he looks down to where he’s working the head of his cock into you. 

The focused furrow in his brow makes you wonder if he’s struggling to keep himself composed. He takes his time with it, slowly working his length into you. 

Your hand remains on his waist, trying to steady both of you. 

“Oh—fuck.” His head drops against his chest, “You feel so fucking good.”

You wrap your arms around his body, gently coaxing him back down to you. Noah drapes himself across your body, burrowing his face against your neck. 

You feel his breath against your skin. He’s still for a long moment, his body heavy against yours. The weight of him eases your worries. He’s warm and comforting, skin so much softer than you had imagined. 

The skin of his back twitches when you move your hands. 

He begins a slow, steady rhythm. He rocks against you, barely moving away from you. But it’s enough for you. His lips return to the side of your neck, leaving what you assume will be a rather prominent mark. 

He sighs out your name, whispering it against your skin. 

With every thrust, he picks up a little bit more movement. Noah still doesn’t allow a lot of distance between you, but with the extra bit of leverage, he manages to hit all the right spots. 

You’re not sure how long you’ll last. 

The intensity of the moment is quickly dragging you towards your climax. Your belly already feels so taught. 

You can’t tell where his body ends and yours begins. 

Your name is a prayer on his breath. You’ve long given up on trying to form actual words. Between the moans and sighs that fall from your lips, you barely manage to utter his name. 

Your fingers dig into his back. Noah gasps against your skin. You swear that you feel teeth scraping against your bare shoulder. 

It’s a slow unravelling. 

Your climax hits you in slow waves, dragging you under like a current. Noah stills above you. You feel him release into the condom with a quiet gasp. His breath fans out against your skin. 

He stays where he is for a long moment. 

Noah’s back rises and falls beneath your palms. A part of you wants to keep him close like this forever, but you know that you’ll have to face the people downstairs at some point.

Eventually, he begins to pull away from you. Your hands stay on his body as long as possible. But once he has sat up completely, you’re practically forced to let go of him. 

“I’ll be right back with you, sweetheart.” 

He gives a barely there squeeze to your waist just before he gets off the bed. 

You don’t have time to feel shy about being entirely bare, as Noah quickly returns to you. You find yourself scooped up in his arms. Before you know it, he’s wrapped all around you again, this time with his chest pressed up against your back. 

There’s so much you want to say, but you just don’t know where to start. 

Noah’s arm snakes around your middle, somehow pulling you closer against him. You wrap your hand around his. 

He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“So about that room –” you say quietly, scared to disturb the mood.  

“It’s yours if you want it.” 

“Gonna make me sleep in the spare room, huh?” 

You hope that you haven’t read too much into all of this. Every little touch is still embedded in your mind. The way he had looked at you is burned into your brain. And in that moment, all you hope for is that you’re not the only one who feels like this. 

“Can you look at me?” he says and is voice is so unexpectedly soft then, “Please.” 

Noah eases his hold on you enough for you to turn around. 

His brow is furrowed so faintly, “Would you want me like that?” 

“Noah.” 

“Please – I need to know.”

Just like you had done at the beginning of the night, you place your hand against his cheek, “Of course I do.” 

The corners turn up into the faintest beginning of a smile, before he dips down for a kiss. 

“Does that mean that I can call you mine?” 

The barely there nervousness makes your chest ache a little. 

“Only if I can call you mine too.” 

He breaks into that pretty smile of his, “I think this might be the best start into a new year so far.” 

And really, you can’t disagree with him.

The party downstairs is long forgotten. The important thing is right here in front of you. And as selfish as it feels, you’re glad that you have him all to yourself in that moment because truth be told, this has been a long time coming. 

Eventually, you hear the fireworks, but neither of you moves even a muscle. You stay here, wrapped up in your own little moment, wholly entranced by each other. And for the first time, you realise that he’s been yours for a while, just like you’ve been his for just as long. 

All it took was a little nudge.

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Better than the series

Noah Sebastian x Reader 

Rating: 18+

Warnings: light discussion, you being a bit shitty, jealousy, oral sex, Noah using that damn mustache

Author comments: hi bestiessss, how are you? if you follow me, you may have seen a post i made about mustache!noah a few days ago and honestly, i didn't think that post would get so many notes (which makes me think that mustache!noah is something everyone is interested in). anyway, i'm going to hell for thinking about noah like that and i'm taking all of you with me, kisses!

"It was great, guys! Thank you so much! See you next week!" You said, pretending not to be so enthusiastic.

You finished your work and lowered the screen of your laptop with excitement. Friday afternoons were always full of expectations. The daily stress of adult life kept you away from your boyfriend much more than you would have liked, so the closer Friday night, the sacred moment for both of you, got, the more butterflies danced in your stomach. Of course, you weren't a little girl anymore, and you weren't in the "getting to know him" stage, but damn, when you realized who you were dating, it was hard not to feel like jelly.

You took a quick but strategically effective shower, dressed comfortably, perfumed your hair with Noah's favorite scent, and quickly ordered a car to be there as soon as possible.

With a backpack on your back and a smile on your face, you arrived ready for your special evening with Noah. It didn't matter what you were going to do, what mattered was that you were together. The door opened and he greeted you with a warm hug and a kiss before you snuggled down on the couch. How good it was to be with him, you felt as if the week hadn't passed you by, as if being in the warmth of his arms dissolved all the pain and worry in your life. You just wanted time to freeze so you could stay there forever, just you and him.

"I counted the minutes until today. Our Fridays are sacred, but some weeks are so exhausting that they make it even more special," you smiled and patted Noah's cheek. "What do you want to do today?"

He kissed your forehead, the mustache he had invented to keep on lately tickling you slightly and making you giggle.

"I love our Fridays too. But there's one thing… the guys are organizing a gaming session tonight," Noah replied.

You pulled away from his embrace a little, just for you to see him more clearly, blinking your eyes a few times in a row. "But today?" you asked, confused. "Noah, it's our night."

Noah scratched the back of his head, knowing his explanation wouldn't go over well, but he tried to explain himself anyway.

"It's Jay's birthday. He's alone at the exchange and we want to give a little joy to his day. I promise it won't take long."

You understand that Jay is alone and he misses his friends, especially Noah since they've known each other for so long, but you can't hide your frustration and immediately cross your arms in disappointment.

"You're always talking to them, we hardly have time for each other."

"But we're together every week, we see each other all the time, and Jay? Look at his side, the guy's all alone there. I bet you don't want to feel alone."

You stand up, getting off Noah's lap and reply, still frustrated, "Alone? That's how you're leaving me, alone. You should pay attention to me. It's Friday, Noah, our day!"

He stands up, and although you love that look on his face, his already closed face gets on your nerves. You hated it when Noah did that.

"Fuck, am I not here? I don't leave you alone, have I ever left you alone? I understand that today is our day, I really do, but you could put yourself in other people's shoes a little," Noah sighs, trying not to be a jerk and get into an argument with you. He thinks of better words to say to you before he continues. "He needs it today, he's been feeling very lonely lately."

You exchange glances: from his side, the silent plea for you not to be as angry as you already seem to be; from yours, the growing tension and frustration. You sigh, not wanting to start a fight, but feeling deeply annoyed.

"Fine," you just give in, seriously. "But I'm not happy about it."

Noah kisses your lips and only replies, "I promise it'll be quick. You can stay in the room with me while I play, I don't want you to feel left out."

You enter the room together, but the atmosphere is still charged. Noah begins to set up the computer for the game while you sit on the bed, trying to hide your disappointment.

"Gotta call Emma so we can watch something on call. At least that way I won't be totally left out and I'll have someone to talk to."

"Sure, good idea. Just don't be too mean to the character on the show," he replies absent-mindedly, but trying to be nice.

"Don't worry, he'll have all our attention," you reply, giving him a cynical smile.

Noah nods, a little relieved, as you pick up the phone to call your friend. He sits down in his gaming chair, turning on the neon light in the room, and off the regular bedroom light to make the room comfortable for both of you. He adjusts the headset to start while you lie on the bed fiddling with your cell phone, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Okay, guys, I'm here. Let's get started before Jay shows up."

You call your friend, and she somehow comes over to keep you company. You sit down on the bed with your laptop next to you and start watching the show. Noah, next to you, remains focused on the game, occasionally casting a furtive glance at you. A scene begins, highlighting the show's main character. He's handsome, wearing a shirt that, despite its formal appearance, is brightly colored and has some of its buttons undone, tight jeans, and aviator glasses that hide his deep brown eyes. But what really catches the eye is his distinctive mustache.

"Look at that man, that mustache is quite a sight," Emma jokes, her voice electronically present in the room. "This guy definitely knows how to use it to his advantage."

Noah, between the music playing and the laughter of his friends, hears you both burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the room, and he makes a point of very discreetly removing one side of the headset from his ear, curious to know why you're laughing.

"The mustache is like… a sign of confidence. I bet he must be amazing in bed."

"Totally! Do you think he's good in bed just because he has a mustache?"

"Absolutely! He must know exactly how to use it. Just think, a guy with a mustache like that must have tricks we can't even dream of."

Noah finds himself increasingly interested in the conversation and can't help but mute the sound of his headphones, trying his best to pay attention, one eyebrow raised in excitement to know how far your conversation is going, and just pretend to play.

"It must be the kind that takes your breath away in seconds," you say, unaware that Noah is listening. "The kind that knows what they're doing, the kind that's… experienced."

"A lot more than most. If a guy with a mustache like that paid attention to me, I wouldn't care about anything else, I'd just need him and a glass of water to live."

You laugh at Emma's comment, but then you look at Noah out of the corner of your eye and become serious again. "Yes, but some people prefer to play."

Noah continues with his temporarily forgotten game, pretending not to be hearing, but his expression with his back to you shows that he heard every word you said. "To play, huh?" He just moves his lips, speaking silently.

The conversation between you continues, full of laughter and bold comments about the character on the show. Noah keeps the microphone muted for long moments, discreetly observing the interaction.

The show ends and Emma says goodbye to you. Your phone vibrates with a message from your friend:

"It was fun, but I'm going to leave you to sort things out. Good luck!"

You reply with a few words: "Thanks. See you, Emma."

You get into bed, feeling a little better for the laughs with her, but still annoyed that Noah's game is taking longer than he promised.

"Good night, Noah," you say, turning your back on him, then mutter something inaudible, still slightly annoyed, but mostly frustrated. He should have at least warned you that the evening was going to be like this and that you'd be ready to do something else.

Noah doesn't answer, otherwise you might think he was listening the whole time. He sighs, knowing it will take an extra effort to get your attention again.

(…)

The night stretches on and Noah finally shuts down his computer and takes off his headset. He looks at you lying on your back, and even though you're asleep, he knows that you're clearly distant. Without forgetting how you've been thinking about the man in the series, he laughs softly, touches his own mustache, and something in him is ignited.

He slowly moves closer, snuggling up to you under the covers, already pushing your hair aside to make room to kiss your neck, deliberately brushing his facial hair. You slowly stir from the tickle you feel and finally wake up when you feel Noah's big hand playing with the nipple of your breast under your clothes.

"Noah…" you sigh, still sleepy. "What are you doing?"

He keeps tracing long kisses down your neck, making you shiver, and in a low, teasing voice he says in your ear, "You think I'm not paying attention, don't you? Those comments about the guy on the show… Do you think he could make you feel that way?"

Your sleep begins to dissipate as he kisses you, making you sigh, feeling your resistance melt away.

"Did you hear that? I was just kidding…" You turn your face to find his almond eyes staring at you with desire, your ass beginning to feel his bulge growing behind you.

He pulls the blanket off you and turns you over on the bed, kneeling in front of you and pulling off your shorts and panties together. He pushes your legs apart and you moan softly, already completely surrendered to the moment.

"Kidding?" His laugh makes you throb. "I'm going to show you that I'm much better than any guy you see on TV."

And he dives between your legs, ready to taste you, but mostly to tease you. He kisses one side of your groin, then the other, making a point of brushing his facial hair against you, noticing how wet and thirsty it makes you.

"Noah… Please…" you moan, trying to move your hips closer to Noah's mouth. He smiles smugly and runs his tongue along your folds, which are throbbing with excitement.

He turns his attention to your clit, sucking and sucking, making everything hotter and wetter. The hairs on his mustache, which you had just imagined tickling you while watching the show, only made you feel more pleasure. Noah tastes you like a hungry man and brings you closer and closer to coming apart.

"Look at you, you tremble every time I run my mustache over that needy pussy… I don't think I'll be shaving anytime soon. Do you want me to shave, babe?" he asks, laughing and rubbing his nose against you.

"N-no Noah, I don't want you to…" and you moan as you feel two of his long fingers penetrating you, unable to finish the sentence. "Noah, please…"

He is relentless in the way he moves his fingers inside you, knowing every point of you, knowing exactly what to do to turn you on. Without much effort, he feels you clenching against his fingers, your thighs shaking in spasms, and he hears your voice break into a loud moan calling out to him as you cum hard in his mouth.

He pulls away from you and kneels in front of your still-spread legs to appreciate your throbbing folds and your flushed, orgasmic face. "You're such a silly girl sometimes." He smiles and runs his fingers, which were inside you moments before, through his own mustache and ends up sucking on his own fingers. "This is for you to learn to appreciate what you have."

And then he just gets up and leaves the room, laughing at the incredulous way you look at him, trying his best to maintain the idiotic character he's just created, even though he knows he'll be buried inside of you in a few minutes, making you cum a few more times to live up to your special Friday.

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒… 02

Summary: When you were convinced to visit a male strip club, you didn’t anticipate that the guy you locked eyes with on stage and who subsequently pulled you up for a routine, would turn out to be the same guy whose roommate advert you’d be responding to less than 24 hours later.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: slight mentions of smut in context of a sex dream, suggestive undertones because himbo!noah.

WC: 5.4k.

AN: Alright, so I’m not sure how many parts this will have. All I know is that this is for fun I hope you enjoy Noah being a lovable himbo.

Dividers: silent-stories.

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All your worldly possessions, once crammed into a studio apartment, are now scattered across the front lawn of your new home. “Home sweet home,” you mutter to yourself and approach the nearest box, reaching for it before a pair of large, tattooed hands swoops in and snatches it away.

“Hey!” you scold before glancing up and meeting Noah standing before you.

In all honesty, you had assumed that he was at the club all day today. That’s what he had told you when you sent him a text to inform him that you were moving in today—your eviction was finally here, and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough after your former landlord’s son started making strange and suggestive comments about a potential ‘arrangement’ that you would allow you to stay. You only hope he likes the big “fuck you, you elitist cumquat” sign you left on your door, along with your eviction notice.

In hindsight, it was perhaps not your wisest decision, as amusing as it had seemed in the moment. Either way, it was done now, and you were here, ready to confront Noah because you hadn’t asked for his help, yet here he was.

“I thought that you were at the club today?”

“I thought I told you I would come and help you with your stuff when you arrived.”

“You don’t have it,” you insist, but he holds the box out of your reach as you try to grab it again, turning away from you.

“Too late.” He grins and turns towards the house, making his way across the lawn. “Besides, what kind of roommate would I be if I didn’t help you with your stuff?” He calls back to you, but his voice barely reaches your ears because for a moment, you become transfixed on the sight of his back.

Your eyes settle on his broad shoulders, noticing how the black tank top he wears, tucked into his pants and looking a size too small, accentuates his bulging biceps.

It’s when you hear a chorus of “hellos” that you snap out of your thoughts, realizing your name is being called as you watch the rest of the Magic Mike crew, including your new roommates Jolly and Davis, carrying boxes themselves up towards the house.

As he passes by, Folio pauses briefly, glancing at you with a playful grin. “You have a little…” he gestures towards the corner of his mouth, and you instinctively raise your hand to your own, feeling a faint trickle of saliva.

Had you really been drooling over your new roommate?

You shake your head, because that’s a new level of insanity, even for you, yet you can’t stop your mind from reverting to those bulging biceps and the exhilarating sensation of experiencing them up close. You recall the feeling of his arms enveloping you as he bounced you on his waist, treating you as a mere prop for entertainment, including his own.

“Focus,” you grumble to yourself, refusing to let your thoughts become clouded and consumed by this man. Regardless of how hot he is, you weren’t about to make yourself foolish for him.

Despite your attempts to protest the guys helping you move your stuff, they were all ignored. Between them, they managed to move everything from the lawn to your new room in under two hours.

By the time you’re carrying the final box to your new room, Noah is the only one left inside, leaning over the bed as he finishes assembling it.

“Would you like to test it?” he asks, glancing across the room at you standing in the doorway, patting the mattress as an invitation for you to come over. Your eyes widen in response.

“Excuse me?” You blink rapidly, momentarily doubting whether you had actually heard him correctly.

“The bed. Would you like to test it?”

Is he propositioning you right now?

“Uh…” you slowly lower the box onto the floor before crossing your room and settling onto the edge of the bed.

For a moment, he simply looks up at you from the floor, having shifted down to sitting on his knees at the side of the bed.

“Bounce on it then!” he gestures for you to bounce on the mattress, causing your eyes to widen and your face to flush.

Oh god, you think. Does he actually realize how he sounds?

Then, Noah leans on the mattress and starts bounce it with his hands to encourage you, and finally, you give in and comply.

“You need to do it better than that!” He pushes himself up from the floor and climbs onto the edge of the mattress, sitting next to you. With a bit more force, he bounces, causing you to bounce along with him.

“Noah!” you squeal, breaking into a fit of laughter, Noah joining in with you.

There soon comes a squeaking sound from the bed and a banging against the wall from the headboard before they eventually come to a stop as Noah’s bouncing subsides.

“There. I don’t think that’ll collapse anytime soon,” he triumphantly declares, looking down at you with that dopey, lopsided grin that makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Oh, living here is going to be dangerous.

“What are you doing sitting down here in the dark like you’re Winnie the Pooh?” Noah’s voice jolts you out of your skin as you sit on the edge of the kitchen counter, surrounded by darkness.

“Oh god! You startled me.” You laugh, raising your hand to your chest before regaining your composure enough to respond to his comment. “Winnie the Pooh?” You ask, and as the light flickers on when he flips the switch, you blink your eyes, adjusting to the brightness.

“Well, you’re sitting here, just stuffing your hand into a jar of honey.” He gestures towards the jar in your hand, and you pause for a moment, looking down to realize you’ve been caught red-handed, literally, with your hand inside the honey jar.

“I couldn’t find a spoon, so I just…” You shrug, slowly raising your finger to your mouth and licking off the honey coating.

Instead of responding, Noah extends his hand towards the jar you’re holding as he takes a step closer to you, closing the gap between you.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You attempt to pull away the jar of honey from Noah as he reaches for it, his larger hand enveloping yours.

“You read the ad didn't you?”

“Yeah…” your brow raises slightly.

“What’s yours is mine, remember?”

“Are you serious?” You scoff.

“I’m always serious when food is involved.”

For a fleeting moment, Noah’s eyes meet yours, and you instinctively try to pull the jar away.

Before he can reach into it, you quickly lick your finger once more and then dip it straight into the honey, as if you were a child playing a claim game, hoping it would somehow deter him.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t. Noah reaches for your wrist instead, pulling your finger out of the jar and bringing it towards his mouth. He takes your finger into his mouth as he licks and sucks off the honey. Your eyes widen instantly, and your jaw drops slightly. Was this really happening right now?

“Mmm, that’s sweet,” he remarks, gently releasing your finger from his mouth.

Dear God, this man is going to either kill you or drive you to the brink of insanity.

Briefly, your eyes flicker towards the boarded-up doggy door, and you can’t help but understand why someone might be driven to such extreme measures by this man. The charisma he exudes feels almost too good to be true. Surely, he was aware of it?

“Like honey,” he adds with a grin, as if he were proud of that joke.

Suddenly, whatever bubble you had been in bursts, and you roll your eyes, laughing. “Hilarious, ten out of ten!” you exclaim, while his wide grin remains fixed on his face, the same goofy grin that sends a fluttering sensation through your stomach.

“Wait until you hear my Winnie the Pooh impression.” He nods, reaching for the jar of honey once more, only for you to pull it away from him.

“Do it, and I might consider allowing you to have some.”

“You’ll let me double dip with you?”

“I don’t think…” You abruptly stop yourself, noticing the expression of doubt in his eyes before shaking your head. “Yeah, sure.”

Clearing his throat, he puffs out his chest as if searching for the perfect embodiment of the character.

“Oh, bother.”

A moment of silence passes as you press your lips together, trying to stay composed before bursting into laughter, shaking your head. “Please do that again.”

“What? Oh, bother.” The voice is almost exactly like the beloved childhood character, so much so that you can’t help but burst into fits of giggles, tears welling up in your eyes as he continues on, making silly little comments in the same voice, but also with the cadence and manner that Pooh would.

After a few moments of catching your breath, when your defenses are down, he swiftly slides in and snatches the jar from your grasp. Instinctively, you try to reach out and kick him, but his quick reflexes allow him to dodge your attack. As he chuckles to himself, he waddles back over to the stairs and disappears up them.

Reaching your room, you collapse onto the bed, trying to push aside the thoughts that had been conjured up by the seemingly innocent yet suggestive act of Noah licking honey off your finger.

As you feel yourself slipping off to sleep, a knock at the door startles you. Rolling over, you grumble lowly before pushing yourself out of bed and heading towards your bedroom door. “Noah, I swear…”

Opening the door, you’re met with Noah standing there, holding up his long index finger, which is coated in what you can only assume is honey. “I thought it was only fair that you got to suck some off mine,” he says with a mischievous grin.

A breath catches in your throat as he raises his finger to your lips, and your heart races in your chest. You should push him away, refuse, and slam the door shut. But instead, your lips instinctively part and take his finger between them. Your tongue rolls around the length of it as you try to swipe off the honey.

You couldn’t imagine a more erotic scene—sucking honey from his finger just like you had yours, low moans reverberating in your throat.

Before you can even think, Noah pulls his finger away from between your lips and replaces it with the clash of his mouth against yours. His tongue presses into your mouth, eager to taste you as well as the sweetness of the honey he had just shared with you.

“Fuck, Noah!” You gasp into his mouth as his teeth sink into your lower lip, tugging gently. Both of you stumble backward towards the bed, and when you crash into it, you quickly pull him on top of you.

His arms settle either side of you, caging you in, before he starts to pull away, kisses traveling down your neck, collarbone, and then your chest, brushing against the fabric of your tank top before he settles down between your thighs, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your shorts and tugging them off.

With you spread before him, you gasp, your chest pounding and breathing erratic as you peer down at him between your thighs. His eyes marvel over you, as if he’s savoring every inch of you. With a gentle kiss to the crease of your knee, he slowly begins to work his way along the inner of your thigh before pausing, raising his head just enough to gaze at you once more.

“This bear’s got a craving… and only your honeypot can satisfy it.” he murmurs before you watch him descend between your thighs.

At the moment of contact with his mouth, your back arches, and a soft gasp of his name escapes your lips as you reach down to bury your fingers through his tousled dark locks, tugging him closer.

It arrives within seconds, the familiar wave of pleasure that surges through every part of your body and as you bask in that euphoria, you’re jolted awake by the incessant buzzing of a loud alarm.

“What the hell?” you grumble, half-asleep, your hand instinctively searching around the bed to find the source of the noise, before landing on your phone and knocking it off.

It takes a few moments to realize that you’d been dreaming the entire thing. It felt so real, yet there’s no evidence that Noah was in your bed. When you lift the covers to check, you’re still fully dressed in your usual tank top and sleep shorts.

Rolling over, you bury your face into your pillow, trying to push away the hot flush of embarrassment that creeps up on you. You just had a wild sex dream about your roommate. Not only that, but it was incredibly hot, and somehow, he made a silly Winnie the Pooh reference sound incredibly sexy.

Winnie the Pooh. You blame his little impression from last night on that one. Somehow, it had entered your dreams. None of this was how you actually felt, surely.

Deciding to shake off both your dream and these absurd thoughts, you push yourself up and out of bed.

Slipping out of your room, you pause briefly to look towards Noah’s closed door and listen for any sound indicating he’s inside.

It’s quiet, upstairs at least.

From downstairs, a commotion of voices can be heard, some more familiar than others. Slowly, you begin making your way down the stairs, but halt when you come face-to-face with a group of half-naked men standing in your living room, each of them applying varying amounts of baby oil to their bodies.

“Am I still dreaming?” you mumble to yourself, but soon feel a body push past you and turn to see Davis.

“Sorry, we didn’t wake you did we?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You shake your head, your gaze returning to the unfolding scene and watching how each man was meticulously preparing themselves. “Am I missing something?”

“Bryan’s here for a shoot today. Since it’s easier, we work from home.”

Suddenly, it becomes evident when your gaze shifts to the equipment laid out—the various black cases and lighting equipment, as well as a green screen. The spacious living room is wide enough, and you almost feel foolish that you hadn’t noticed it initially.

Of course, your eyes had to naturally gravitate towards the half-naked men.

As you turn to head back upstairs, Noah calls out to you. “Hey, could you help me with my back?”

You pause, glancing at him holding out the bottle of baby oil towards you. You’re tempted to ask if any of the other guys could help him instead.

Taking a deep breath, you nod in agreement. “Sure.” Then, you step down from the last step and approach Noah, taking the bottle from his hand.

“Just get it all over, and don’t hesitate to lather up a few times. We need the camera to capture it.”

“Okay,” you manage to say, your voice slightly trembling as you watch him turn around. There, on his back, is a large and vibrant Jesus tattoo. It piques your curiosity, yet you can’t help but be mesmerized by the sheer size of his back. Your hand instinctively reaches up, as if to touch the broad muscles of his shoulders.

One movement has him flexing his back muscles, muscles you could’ve sworn you’ve never seen move on anyone else before. At that moment, a breath catches in your throat, and flashes of your vivid dream resurface. As a result, you squeeze the bottle of baby oil with such force that the clear liquid squirts out, some even splattering across Noah’s back.

There’s a soft, hushed chuckle that ripples through the group before your head turns to Folio’s direction as he speaks. “Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us,” he says with a cheeky grin that seems to suggest he can read your mind.

As you feel your face flush, you try to play it cool and clear your throat. “I need some fresh air.” You drop the bottle on the nearby coffee table, turn on your heel, and cross over to the front door. Grabbing your jacket from the coat rack, you slip it on and step outside.

There’s only a light chill, but it’s more for your modesty, since you’re still dressed in your sleepwear. Your plan isn’t to venture far, just hang around outside the front of your house until you feel calm and composed enough to return inside.

Somehow, you doubt you’ll ever be either of those things around this guy.

“Are you the new kid who moved in?” A short, stocky older man with thick-rimmed glasses approaches you. His voice is rough, and you can’t help but wonder if his tone was intentionally rude.

“I’m not a kid, but yeah, I just moved in.”

“Great group of guys in there and good to see them finally with a girl in their midst. Too many half-naked men in there, it was starting to look like a real sausage fest. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.” He pauses to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I was gay back in the 60s, until the IRS caught up with me.”

You nod, unsure of how to respond.

“I live in the house next door,” he offers, gesturing towards the house that looks almost identical to the one you currently reside in. “By the way, do you have ten dollars?” He looks up at you once more, and you stand there, frozen for a moment before regaining your composure.

“Oh…” you reach to your jacket pockets, patting them down before finding your wallet and pulling it out. Opening it, you glance inside and slightly twist your face. “I only have a twenty,” you offer, pulling it out of your wallet, only to have it snatched away by him.

“That’ll suffice!” he exclaims with a mischievous grin, chuckling wickedly to himself as he discreetly tucks the twenty dollars away before returning to his house.

“Hey!” you call out after him, but he ignores you and slips inside.

“I see you met Frank,” Jolly’s voice comes from behind you, prompting you to swiftly turn around and face him.

“Let me guess. The ad wasn't joking about the neighbor either?”

The Swede—Mr. International—chuckles. “I see Noah introduced you to his food policy.”

“Yeah…” you feel a faint blush rising to your cheeks and shake your head to dispel the thoughts that keep returning, both from the previous night in the kitchen with Noah and from your dream. “I never imagined he was actually serious.”

“The guy enjoys his food,” Jolly shrugs, offering that as the sole explanation. “Are you going to come back inside now? I don’t think you can avoid Noah forever.”

“I wasn’t avoiding him!” you protest, trying to sound even remotely convincing, but he simply scoffs in response.

“Yeah, right.”

“Why does the kitchen smell like something’s been burning?” you ask, entering to find Jolly and Noah there.

“Jolly burnt his toast,” Noah explains, taking a bite of the half-burnt burger bun between his fingers.

“It’s not toast, it’s a hamburger bun,” Jolly corrects him.

“Whatever. Same thing,” Noah dismisses, taking another bite of food while you shake your head with a quiet laugh.

“So,” you begin, leaning against the kitchen counter and looking up at Noah. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining me on a stream sometime?” You tilt your head, biting down on your lower lip, hoping he’ll accept your offer.

You’d been brainstorming new ideas and couldn’t help but think that living with a male stripper could help boost your ratings immensely.

“Wait, seriously?” You notice the way his eyes gleam with excitement at the idea, completely disregarding the half-burnt burger bun that he carelessly throws into the nearby trash. “That would be so cool.”

“Are you sure? It’ll involve dressing up.”

“Of course! I’m down.” He sweeps the front of his shirt for crumbs, and your eyes flash down, taking in the sight of the shirt he’s wearing.

While it covers the muscles and tattoos that are usually visible, it pulls tight enough to still showcase his physique. You can’t help but think it reinforces your decision on the costume you’ve chosen for him to wear on your stream.

“You want me to wear this?” he asks, peering into the bag that holds your chosen outfit for him.

You can’t hold back grin that spreads across your face, and you nod with a soft hum. “You said you’d be down for it. You’re not changing your mind now, are you?” you playfully raise your brow at him.

“Of course I’m not, but I just hope you’re prepared for me to outshine you on your own stream.”

“I have no doubt you’d manage that anyway. But come on, let’s see it!” you’re practically giddy as he takes the bag in hand.

“Alright, but only if you dress up as well.”

Your eyes narrow slightly, and you twist your lips in thought as you consider his proposal. “What did you have in mind?”

“When I suggested Winnie the Pooh, I didn’t think you’d be wearing a onesie.”

“What? It’s adorable!” You beam, pulling up the hood of your Winnie the Pooh onesie. “I even have ears!” You bring your hands up to the tiny bear ears, flipping them back and forth while Noah chuckles.

“Besides, my legs would never look as good as yours do in that outfit.” You wolf whistle as he advances further into the room, finally coming into view on the camera and stream, in a full Hercules costume ensemble.

Raising your hands together, you clap and chant as Noah begins executing the iconic poses of the Disney hero, “Hercules, Hercules!”

Breaking into a giggle, you pat the seat you’ve pulled up next to you, gesturing for Noah to join. He slips into it immediately.

When you dare to glance at the chat, you’re met with a barrage of new messages, catching only a few as the chat’s speed outpaces your ability to keep up.

pixelprincess: who’s the hottie?

rouge_ninjaa: is that an itachi tattoo?

bellsballsbust: i agree with him you should've worn something sexy

ratsruus: omg look how buff he is!!!! he really is hercules!!!!

peacefulpawsss: aweee you should've been meg!

dailycrossingguard: we’re about to be in a fancam rn

A majority of them were caught up on the obvious, which was that you had a new hot guest, and they were happily pointing out said hotness, as if it hadn’t been haunting you since your first night at his Magic Mike show.

“They’re asking you about your tattoos,” you remark, noticing the numerous messages popping up with the same questions. “They want to know about the one on your thigh.”

As you glance down to look, your face flushes with embarrassment as you realize how high up the skirt of the costume he’s wearing appears to have risen.

“Oh, this one?!” he stands back up, almost completely out of frame due to his towering height, and lifts his leg to bring his thigh towards the camera. He then pulls up the skirt of his costume to fully reveal it.

“Be careful, you’re about to reveal your club.” You tease and reach over, pressing your hand against his thigh as you try to push his leg back down and prevent him from exposing too much to the camera, or at least enough to get you banned.

“Better than a honeypot,” he retorts, and your eyes widen, causing your cheeks to flush red.

You look towards the camera before bursting into laughter. “Oh, bother,” you mutter, shaking your head as you quote the iconic character you’re dressed as.

You make a subtle nod to the previous night in the kitchen when Noah had impersonated the bear, which he must catch onto, as he starts copying you, putting on his best Winnie the Pooh impression, just like he did the other night.

It’s no surprise that the chat spirals out of control, a chaotic mix of fangirls and people requesting other impressions. Yet, you can’t help but burst into laughter once again as he persistently pushes, seamlessly transitioning between embodying the character he’s dressed as and delivering his signature Pooh impression.

"What's your favorite song?" Noah asks.

A moment ago, he rushed into your room while you were streaming, interrupting you—not that you minded—acting as if he had something urgent to tell you or ask.

“My favorite song?” you repeat back to him, a soft laugh escaping your lips. You gently remove the cat ear headphones from your head and place them on your neck as you turn your chair in his direction.

“Yes, it’s of utmost importance.” He insists, sounding like a character out of Bridgerton.

“Oh, well, I’m not sure.” Your brows furrow in concentration as you attempt to recall a single song, but unfortunately, nothing comes to mind in the moment.

“Come on, you must have at least one song,” Noah insists. His big, goofy grin is half the reason you can’t get annoyed by his sudden interruption, or persistence.

Glancing back at your screen, you witness the chaotic response in the chat to Noah standing slightly visible on camera in your doorway. An unexpected urge arises to push him out of view, along with an odd sense of jealousy at the idea of these strangers gawking at him, especially since strangers doing exactly that is his job. In fact, you had once been one of those strangers and even encouraged it after briefly inviting him onto one of your streams.

“This is crucial, you know. You have ten seconds.” Noah begins to pressure you, initiating a countdown as he rocks back and forth in your doorway, gripping the top of it tightly.

“I don’t know!” You feel yourself growing flustered, glancing between Noah and the screen, the chat exploding with song options and more comments about ‘the hot guy’ in your doorway.

“Six—this entire show hinges on this—five.” He interrupts his countdown with additional remarks before you finally burst out an answer.

“Butter!”

For a brief moment, Noah falls silent, his face scrunching up as if he’s trying to recall the song. Finally, he speaks again. “Are you referring to the BTS song?”

You nod in response, albeit a bit shyly.

“I never suspected you to be a K-pop fan.”

“I’m not, I just like some songs.” You shrug, but you can sense the faint warmth spreading across your cheeks. If Noah does notice it, he doesn’t remark on with any more teasing.

“Thanks, honeybee, you saved the show!” He winks at you, and you roll your eyes at the nickname he’s decided to call you this week.

“Do you have to call me that?”

“There’s always Pooh Bear,” he says with a playful grin, causing your cheeks to flush red.

The memory of reaching into the jar of honey with your hand, over using a utensil, and Noah literally catching you mid-act, when you were craving a sweet snack, resurfaces.

Reaching for a nearby pillow, you toss it in his direction. “Get out, Hercules!” You hurl your own chosen name for him back at him, watching as he begins to imitate the iconic character. He flexes his muscles, which are already accentuated by the flimsy skin-tight tank he’s chosen to wear today.

Reaching for another pillow as a threat, he dips out of your room, closing your door behind him. When your attention returns to the chat, everyone is still going wild, making various comments about you both as well as his hotness, which makes your eyes roll. “Alright, let’s refocus on the game, shall we?” You attempt to redirect the chat and stream back to where it was before Noah’s interruption, but it’s evident that everyone’s mind is solely on one thing.

On Friday night, as you arrive at the club with Brooke and Troy, you make your way straight to the bar, listening to the two of them bicker over their latest differing opinion for the week. Just as you’re about to order a drink, another voice interrupts you.

“For you,” Matt slides a drink across the bar towards Troy.

“Oh, thanks, but I haven’t ordered yet.” Despite his protest, you can already see Troy’s hand reaching for the glass because he’d never refuse a free drink.

“I know,” Matt tosses a wink at Troy before turning away and heading down the bar towards another customer. At the same time, yours and Brooke’s jaws drop, and the previous topic of conversation is forgotten in favor of discovering what’s happening between Troy and the hot bartender, Matt, who also happens to be a friend of your roommate, Noah.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Tory insists, sensing the unspoken questions before he silences himself with a sip from his drink. Naturally, you shoot him a skeptical look.

After a few minutes of Brooke trying to pry information out of Troy, Davis approaches you all and guides you towards a table that Noah had previously reserved for you.

“I believe the more pressing question we should be asking is what’s happening between you and Mr. Magic Mike.” Troy attempts to divert the conversation, and fortunately for him, it works because Brooke quickly shifts her gaze to you, along with her line of questioning.

You do your best to avoid direct answers by providing vague responses and maintaining a composed demeanor, until the house lights start to dim.

There was nothing going on between you two, right?

Sometimes you flirted, but most friends did. It didn’t mean there was anything more. Perhaps the most frustrating part was not being able to read him. His laid-back nature and the lack of thought behind his gaze always left you wondering what he was truly thinking, especially during those moments that felt more intense than others in terms of flirting. Those moments that managed to seep into your dreams and influence them to revolve around him.

Tonights show progresses as normally, that is until you hear the familiar intro to the song “Butter.” Your eyes widen, and your cheeks flush as all four tattooed men step onto the stage shirtless, their tight black pants leave little to their imagination as they begin dancing to the song with perfectly choreographed moves that are reminiscent of the infamous K-pop group, yet sexier.

You swear that Noah’s gaze is fixed on you, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as if he’s proud of transforming the song you suggested into this new performance for their show, specifically for you. You’re certain he’s focused on you with every suggestive lyric, which leads him to point down to you—well, your table—making you blush even harder. Meanwhile, Brooke and Troy openly dance beside you, holding up their dollar bills, ready to toss them in Viper’s direction, and when the song finally ends, he winks down at you.

Maybe he is smooth as butter.

Troy, after you mentioned needing some fresh air, joins you outside, while Brooke is still inside, no doubt having a blast watching the guys’ strip show. You’re pretty sure it’s her you hear cheering as Troy slips out through the open door.

“Guuurl, you’ve got it down bad, don’t you?” Troy asks.

“Is it that obvious?” You sighed and forced a laugh.

“Well, if you were one of your little emotes, you’d be the one with hearts coming out of your head.”

“Ugh,” you growl, dropping your head back against the brick wall you’re leaning against. “What am I supposed to do? This can’t be happening.”

“Might I suggest you find someone new to focus on?”

Slowly, you raise your head, cocking a brow in Troy’s direction. “Do you mean like a date?”

“Or dates, plural,” he shrugs. “You’re young, single, and hot, so you could easily find someone.”

It wasn’t a terrible idea. Perhaps finding someone else to focus on would prevent your thoughts from wandering back to Noah and his hands, his tattoos, those biceps, that mouth...

“I guess you’re right.” You concede.

“Wow, can I have that in writing?” Troy teases, and you playfully glare back at him.

“Don’t push it.”

Maybe he’s right. Maybe a date—or dates—is precisely what you need.

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[concretenoah]

imagine sitting on noah’s lap all curled up, your head's resting on his chest and all you can hear is the sweet sound of his heartbeat. you're both in your comfy clothes and under your favorite blanket on the couch so it's extra cozy. lofi's playing in the background and you’re surrounded by dim led lights. his arms are wrapped around you, fingers drawing shapes along your skin. all you feel is love, comfort and safety while being enveloped in his arms. with that comfort comes the heavy weight of your eyelids, and before you know it you're asleep. he starts leaving lil soft kisses on the top of your head. he can't help but watch you sleep and smile to himself. he loves all of your features; the way you sleep with your mouth slightly open, and the little soft noises you make when you nuzzle in closer to him. that one lil freckle by your eye that he noticed the night he met you. you hate it, but he’s constantly reassuring you how adorable it is. the way your hair always falls in your face and you scrunch your nose bc it tickles. he giggles to himself and gently brushes it away bc he knows it’s bothering you. he loves the softness of your skin, and he can’t help cupping your face and rubbing the pad of his thumb along your cheek. he admires every small detail about you, and after awhile, he can't keep his own eyes open. you give him the same comfort that he gives you and he’s never had that before. soon enough, he is softly whispering i love you and placing one last kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep. to love and to be loved, it’s what he’s always wanted and he finally found it with you

i feel like he’d be so soft if he was in love like this i can’t stop thinking about it UGH anyways

[lolitasangel]

Now playing: Meddle About

Noah x F! Reader smut 18+ MDNI

Tw- mentions of choking, teasing, grinding, man handling (please please please tell me if you feel I missed a tw, I never want to upset anyone, thank you!🫶🏼) not proof read

Summary- you and Noah have a little cat and mouse game, who is bound to break first? You or Noah?

AN will be at the end, enjoy 🫶🏼

word- around 3k

Divider by- @saradika-graphics 🫶🏼

Noah wasn’t one to believe in the ‘love at first sight’ he was more of a ‘I would hook up with her’

The boys always either attended parties or hosted them. Noah typically stayed alone in his room or would hang with the boys and if someone came along to hook up then he would do that.

Noah was more concerned with his needs and wants for and to the band. He didn’t want any distractions or anything tied down that would take his attention away from his ‘work’.

Ever since you both met, he hasn’t gotten you out of his head. You both haven’t known each other long and have only talked a couple of times but that didn’t stop him from craving you and your presence.

He wasn’t one to crave something or someone for that matter but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t know if he wanted you on your knees worshipping him or vice versa.

He did know though that he wanted you. He was thinking of different scenarios for you both to become closer and different fantasies about you doing different things.

Ever since you first met you both felt this little spark, neither of you acted it out at first though. When you first moved to LA you were very hesiastan about the scene, seeing as you weren’t from the area.

Your friends had assured you that the ‘party’ you were all going to was not a party, normally that meant it was a party but relief was hit when you saw it really wasn’t a party.

You remember the first time you saw him in the living room, you had walked over and taken a seat next to him. You weren’t gonna flirt with him you just thought he was cute and it was the only seat available, perfect.

You both had spent that day talking a bit and getting to know each other, but, as the night carried on and the drinks were passed around you were both in your own world. You had asked him about his music, he was asking why you moved down to LA. You were just getting to know each other.

But the more you talked through the night the more you couldn’t help the feeling of craving something coming around your body. You tried to shift your mind off of whatever it was that was pulling you towards those thoughts.

Noah took note of the way your thighs were rubbing together and the way you were shifting around in your seat, tilting his head “you okay?” he asked with a smirk coming to life on his lips.

You both knew what that question meant, “yea, just getting cozy” you say flashing an innocent smile, you couldn’t help but take a look at his tattoos and lick your lips, bringing your eyes back up to him and giving him another smile.

Noah knew the look in your eyes because he did the same thing when you walked in, short shorts, a black tank top, showing off your curves, hair up, exposing your neck that he definitely didn’t want to take a bite of.

“Okay, just making sure, don’t want my guest to be uncomfortable” he says nodding his head, he took note of the lack of attention on them, half the boys were in the kitchen, the girls you were with were outside playing a game with the boys.

“I’m having a lot of fun actually” you say, seduction dripping from your lips, you were picturing him taking control of you but you were one to not break.

Noah was sat on the right side of the couch, man spreading, arms on display due to him wearing a plain black tank top and some black sweatpants, he didn’t plan on coming down.

Noah typically stayed to himself with work but when the boys told him some new friends were coming by he figured he should take a break. With the band taking off he knew he deserved a break and some fun.

What he didn’t expect was to see a beautiful woman standing in the doorway with some friends. He didn’t care for your friends being there at the moment but as soon as he saw you he needed you. The boys followed behind him welcoming you and your friends inside.

Getting food and drinks out, talking and getting to know everyone better. You and your friends had moved away from your small town into the big Los Angelous scene. You were excited to finally break free from a place you were being held down at. You just didn’t expect to see an extremely handsome man though.

You both spent the night teasing eachother, you found you both had a lot in common. You wanted to stay longer but the girls were ready to go and you didn’t want to give Noah what he wanted.

As the girls said goodbye and gave hugs you made sure to give Noah and extra big hug, whispering in his ear “I hope to see you again, handsome” you wanted to get the last word before leaving.

Noah bit his tongue and smiled “it was nice meeting you, Y/N, hopefully next time we can pick up where we left off”. You knew that smile was not a regular smile, it was like a challenge. Would you be the one to make the next move or him? You didn’t exchange numbers, you wanted to make him wait it out.

Ever since the first meeting you both spent time playing cat and mouse, everytime Noah tried to get you alone you would slip away. Just barely missing his finger tips, you loved working him up.

Everytime you were near him he craved you, he wanted to take you every chance he could when it was just you too. You were very aware of how Noah felt, you felt the same way but you loved this cat and mouse game.

When it was just you together you would subtly tease him, rubbing your hands against his thigh, everytime you would stretch you would make sure to wear something to help reveal your skin.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you, he just wanted a taste, a bite of you, anything. Noah couldn’t get the thought of you lying under him, panting, whining, crying for him to go harder, faster, slower.

The boys this particular night were hosting a big party, their second album was doing great, their shows were kicking off, they had interview after interview, so it only made sense to celebrate the new accomplishments that were made.

Noah was making his way through the crowds of people in the house, he was keeping his eye out for you. Noah needed to see you tonight, he couldn’t hold off on another week of not touching you.

As Noah made his way into the kitchen that’s where he spotted you, leaning up against the fridge, drink in hand, talking to someone. Noah could see the boredom in your eyes from the conversation you were having with the guy. He made his way further into the kitchen, reaching into the cooler for a beer.

Noah tried to be nonchalant and not get pissed at the fact this guy was cornering you. He should be the one in that position, he should be the one teasing holding you, not someone night jackass.

As Noah stood back up, he he couldn’t help but over hear your conversation, peaking his interest. “Well, it has been a while since I was with someone” you said, a smirk now plastered on your face, teasing eyes meeting his, you give him an innocent smile.

You were aware of what you were doing, you wanted to see how long you could get away with teasing him before he cracked. The guy, whose name you didn’t care for, was now interested in what you had to say, but Noah was more enthralled with your words.

Deciding to stay where he stood, in your presence, he wanted to hear more of what you had to say. He took a seat at the island stationed in the center of the kitchen. Cutting any conversation started with him short.

“Well, babygirl, I can help you with that” the man replied, you didn’t care for him but you knew he needed to be there for your game. You bring your hand to his chest, tapping on it rhythmically “mmm, I don’t think so” you teased, humming to yourself.

Keeping an eye on Noah’s reactions, you saw him start to clench his jaw, and his fist tighten around the can of beer, hearing the metal crinkle under the pressure.

“Oh come on” the man said, his hand was now on your lower back, pulling you closer to him and away from the fridge, you forced out a giggle to keep Noah’s attention up and high, you didn’t want him to miss the show you were gonna put on.

Before you could reply, one of your favorite songs came on “Meddle About by Chase Atlantic”, what a perfect opportunity you thought to yourself. You stood up and grabbed the man’s arm leading him out the kitchen and to the living room.

“I wanna dance, this is my favorite song” you said, you didn’t want to grind on a stranger you didn’t know but you knew in the long run it would be worth it..

As the song started the man pulled you close against him his chest. You closed your eyes and let the music to take over your body, you couldn’t wait for Noah to snap, you had been working him for what felt like ages.

You started to grind up against the stranger, opening your eyes, looking across the room to meet Noah’s. Jaw clenched, eyes piercing with anger? Jealousy? You couldn’t help the little smirk come to life on your face, the plan was working.

Noah sat back in his seat, never taking his eyes off you, watching the way your hips danced around with that man and not him. The way you would giggle at the touches he gave you as the song progressed.

Noah wanted to pick you up in his arms, take you back to his house and fix the problem you started in his pants. Noah wasn’t one to fall for games though, he was aware of your plan and what you wanted, he wasn’t gonna give it to you though.

As the song finished up, you turned around to the guy, telling him you had to use the restroom real quick. You quickly made your way through the living room and up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. As you walked down the halls you felt someone grab you and muffled your mouth.

You kick and thrash in the persons arms, trying to break free, “shhhh, shhh, it’s me” you heard, recognizing Noah’s voice, you slowly turned around in his arms.

You stood inside, what appears to be someone’s bedroom, you were pressed against the door, Noah leaning over you, brown eyes never looking away from you.

You could feel your pussy soaking through your panties, as Noah started to run his fingers against your thighs, tracing your warm skin under his fingertips.

Leaning down against your ear, whispering darkly “I know your little game, Y/N” he said in a teasing voice, bringing his fingers up closer to your shorts.

“I see the way you look at me, I see the way you sway your hips when you walk away from me, the way you stretch making sure your ass perks up in the air” the more Noah spoke the more Noah’s fingers explored, sliding under the hems of your shorts, coming close to your pussy, then slowly taking them away.

“You thought I wouldn’t catch on but I knew the moment I saw you” he says, turning you around, your chest now against the door, pulling the hips towards his, bringing you closer to him.

You could feel Noah’s hands tighten around your hips, grinding your pussy down against his cock, giving you some relief. Forcing out a moan from pleasure, you had spent nights fucking yourself to the thought of him taking control of you.

“ remember at the pool party? When it was just us, hmm?” Noah asked, slipping his hands inside of your shorts, slowly bring his fingers down to your pussy, just barely missing your clit.

“N-Noah” you whined out, he was so close to touching you, giving you what you wanted, pushing your hips forward trying to get any friction and pleasure.

“No, answer my question” Noah says sternly, taking his hand away from your pussy, placing his hand back on your hips, grinding you against him. He could feel his cock pulsating in his jeans, he could just imagine your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“Yes, I-I remember!” You cried out, of course you remembered. The boys had left for a quick second to grab the food for the barbecue you and you did a strip tease for Noah, sliding down your shorts, swaying your hips in the process. Fixing the top of your bathing suit, and accidentally letting the top drop, flashing him for a quick second. You had ‘apologized’ but you both knew it wasn’t needed.

“You teased me, and then flashed me these beautiful tits, except you didn’t let me touch them, remember?” Noah asked, leaving kisses against your neck, sliding his hand up your chest, grasping your boobs and squeezing them, he was running his hands all over your body, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Please, Noah, touch me” you cried out, your pussy was throbbing with need, and the way he was running his hands up and down your body didn’t help. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. The way Noah was taking control of you made you feel like a hunter caught his prey.

Noah slipped his hands under your shirt, mumbling in your ear “is this okay, pretty girl?”, you nod your head, pleading for more. “Yes, more please” you cried out, you hated the way he had you under his eyes like a spell. You were suppose to be the hunter and he the prey.

Pushing your bra as best as he could to the side and out the way he started to fiddle with your boobs. Drawing out whimpers and cries, he was very skilled with his hands, you wanted that skill to go somewhere else though, you wanted him to hurry up and give you what you wanted.

You turned around, causing Noah to drop his hands from your boobs back to your hips, pushing you back up against that door, “come on, pretty girl, you know I have the upper hand” Noah teases, leaning down, eyes lowered, mouth barely pressed against yours.

“It’s my game” you whined out, you were so used to being the one in control, Noah was the only one who made your body feel hot and good. “No, baby girl, it’s my game, I give you what you want, when I want” he says firmly, pressing his lips against yours.

Forcing out a moaning, giving him open invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance, you didn’t want to give up, but the way his tongue felt against yours, teasing and strong. You couldn’t help but give up, allowing him full control.

Now that you gave your submission up to him, Noah took this opportunity to tease your mouth his tongue, tangling it with yours, pulling back giving you a quick kiss, he brings up his fingers replacing them for his tongue.

Wrapping your lips around them, sucking the digits he had placed inside. You couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would feel like in your mouth. This thought brought out a moan from you, the thought of him throat fucking you, taking you raw.

“What’s wrong, baby? You need something bigger?” Noah teased, the way you were so compliant under his hands now, you were so close being fully under his hands.

You nodded your head as best as you could, your hands grasping his wrist to keep his hand in place. Noah bringing up his other hand, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, tightening just a bit.

“Too bad, you’ve been a bad girl, and now you’re gonna have to wait” Noah says firmly, taking his hands away from your body, taking your away from the door, “see you next time”.

Noah slipped out the door, leaving you standing alone panting, you didn’t think he would do all that so quickly, but you also knew it was your move next. You weren’t sure of how you would get him back you had an idea. Taking a look at your surrounding you realized you were in Noah’s room.

You thought of a quick idea, and quickly unbuttoned your pants, slipping off your panties, you quickly got dressed again, slipping them under his pillow for him to find later tonight.

AN- Mandy and I have spent the last few weeks about this and I’m finally getting it out now, I tagged everyone who I thought might like it, I’m not sure when the next part will be out but I plan for it to be soon. I want to get back more into writing it’s just life has been very hectic as of late, I will be posting a master list soon, and updating a few things on my blog.

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[deathblacksmoke]

Formal request for a munch!davis thing pls <3 thankies

for the boy’s birthday <3

cw: oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation

sometimes, when he gets like this, it can almost feel as if you’re not even there.

when his eyes fall closed, pretty lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheeks, his sigh sending vibrations straight through you and setting off goose pimples all along your exposed skin.

he isn’t focused on you, exactly, but rather on the taste on his tongue, your walls tightening around his fingers and welcoming him in. you have no other option than to sink into the mattress and surrender yourself to it, with the way your body is responding to him. the same way it always does.

he’s so thorough, his noises almost obscene, the stroke of his fingers practiced and careful. it’s a slow build, the pleasure building so gradually until your climax greets you without much of a warning. he doesn’t let up for even a moment, your orgasm blending almost seamlessly into your next, the shake of your thighs traveling throughout your entire body.

when he keeps going even still, you find the need to sit up a little, tangle your fingers in his hair, let him know it’s enough. your fingers get caught in a tangle and he groans, a pretty sound that breaks off into a whimper and he still doesn’t stop.

the davis— gets lost somewhere in your throat, the desire to stop him disappearing as he looks up at you with those pretty puppy dog eyes. you relax again, accept the shaking, let your body go numb. you want to let him have this, let yourself have it when it gets to the right side of too much again.

you’re unsure how long he remains down there, pleased to draw orgasm after orgasm from you. his gaze reaches you every now and again, his grip digging into your tummy, a devious smile twinkling in his eyes.

you’re far past boneless by the time he crawls up your body, lips spit-slick and a deep, pretty red.

his favorite thing easily becomes yours, too, especially with as sweet he gets afterwards— putty in your hands for a change.

[kaliforniahigh]

As a follow up to "Noah and his good boy hair", we have "Noah and his bad boy hair"

Enjoy.....