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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Will eventually be 18+/NSFW, this chapter is not.
Notes: I asked a prompt generator for romance and it gave me "gentle baker" and "cautious tattoo artist." Here is part two of that. No beta who cares.
Part 1 here
Part 2/?
“You met Noah.” Nick has this habit of stating things that should be followed by a question mark. You suppose it adds to the air of “calm and wise” he has, but after seeing him throw up Popeye’s fried chicken in your backyard after taking a few too many hits off a dab pen, you can’t bring yourself to find him particularly wise in any circumstances.
“Yeah, we met. At one in the morning. When he was painting his green walls.” You don’t know why you feel compelled to add the otherwise irrelevant details. Maybe to ground yourself, remind yourself that it was real and not some weird dream your brain cooked up after you deprived it of rest for too long.
Nick’s response is a hum, eyes focusing on you carefully. You hold his gaze, familiar with the game he’s playing. You have nothing to hide, you will not look away first.
There’s a tense second where neither of you knows who will give in first. It’s hard to keep anything from Nick; He sees right through everyone’s bullshit to the heart of things. Not that you even have anything to hide.
So, Noah is pretty, whatever! He’s not earth-shatteringly pretty or anything. Maybe he’s even ugly! You were exhausted last night, it’s incredibly possible that your brain took a normal-looking guy and made him out to be a smokeshow because you were tired and pent-up.
You just need to rub one out, and it’ll be fine.
Nick can sense your frustration. He waits a second, then huffs a laugh. “Okay, easy tiger. How was he?”
Brows furrowing, you take a moment to ponder the question. How was he? Earnest, open… Soft.
You grimace at the word as it flits across your mind. Bunnies are soft. Teddy bears are soft. A seven foot tall grown man is not soft.
“Fine, I guess.” Is what you settle on.
One of Nick’s eyebrows shoots up in interest. “Just ‘fine,’ huh? Did he weird you out that bad?”
Scoffing, you roll your eyes at him. You were not “weirded out.” A little concerned at an unknown man in your neighborhood late at night, but who wouldn’t be? “Not weirded out. He was just… Unexpected.”
Unexpected. That’s the perfect descriptor. You had been expecting stupid teenagers with bad skin and even worse taste in weed. Noah was not on your late-night bingo card.
Something like sympathy flashes across Nick’s face. “Hey, don’t be hard on the guy. He’s really excited about his bakery, and he thinks it’s so cool to be next to-”
The bell on the front door dings to announce the arrival of a customer, effectively cutting off Nick’s next words. The two of you make your way out to the waiting area to greet whoever arrived, Nick’s face cracking into a grin when he spots a familiar face.
“Noah, hey man!” Nick walks over to give him the bro-hug all men seem to intuitively know, slapping their hands against each other as they go.
You can’t help but notice that Noah still looks pretty in the light of day, goddamnit. His hair is half-up, pieces falling against his cheeks messily. He’s wearing a t-shirt now, though, revealing layers of ink that contrast starkly with the few patches of bare skin on his arms. Some of the work is shit - like, genuinely bad, worse than even your first twenty pieces. Others you recognize as Nick’s work, his steady hand and illustrative style easily identifiable after your years of working together. One tattooed hand holds an inconspicuous white box, the other shoved into the pocket of a pair of dark jeans.
“Hey, Nicky. Sorry to barge in, I didn’t know if you guys were busy-” Noah looks sheepish as his eyes slide over to where you’re standing, slightly behind Nick. Your eyes lock for only a moment before you’re suddenly very concerned with the loose thread at the hem of your shirt.
“Not busy at all, dude. We usually just check the books until two or so when people start showing up.” He turns to you then, an arm looped around your shoulders to drag you forward. “You’ve met-”
“Yeah, we met.” You interject, glaring at Nick. “Remember, you asked me about it thirty seconds ago?”
Nick taps his chin, looking thoughtful. “Oh yeah, you said he’s a ‘dreamy hunk of a man-’ ow-”
He’s cut off by your elbow lodging itself into his ribcage. You watch him squirm for a second, satisfied with your handiwork, before turning back to Noah.
Which is a mistake, if the dusting of pink across his cheeks is anything to go by. For a second, you’re filled with such an intense yearning that your stomach actually hurts from the effort.You blink away the feeling, getting pissed off at yourself. Maybe it’s time to redownload Tinder, you think to yourself. When was the last time you’d felt the touch of another human being? What even was their name? Mark? Amanda? Jacob? A sleazy hookup would remind you that sex is usually disappointing, as are the people who partake in it- even the pretty ones.
You refocus your eyes on something, anything else, willing the itch of discomfort out of your mind.
The box in his hand blessedly catches your eye again. “What’s up with the box?”
Noah’s brows raise, as if he’s surprised to remember he was holding anything at all. “Oh, right- I brought cookies. Chocolate chip, but I add a little flaky sea salt on top, and the butter is browned, and-”
“Cookies?!” Nick makes a full recovery at the mention of dessert, snatching the container out of Noah’s hand. He disappears with the box into the backroom, the scrape of cardboard signalling that he was not willing to wait for you.
Noah frowns at his friend’s escape. “I’ll make more. Nick said they’re your favorite.” He redirects his attention to you, leaning in so Nick can’t hear, “Our secret, so he doesn’t hog them all.”
The glint of mischief in his eye is enough to have you grinning back at him. You love nothing if not tormenting Nick, and while you’ll never admit it, the thought that he made something specifically for you has your heart fluttering. Still, you can’t resist poking the bear.
“I don’t know if they’ll beat the Pillsbury dough I buy by the bucket, though. Tough act to follow.” You give him a faux grimace, shrugging ever so slightly.
He narrows his eyes at you, mouth hanging slightly ajar. “I’m sorry, did you just imply that a bucket of fucking Pillsbury dough is better than my beautiful, delicious, homemade, sixty percent cacao chocolate chunk cookies?”
“I didn’t imply shit.” You raise your hands in defense, eyes widening. “I just said it would be a tough act to follow.”
His brow furrows, nose scrunching up in the process. It’s beyond endearing, and you find yourself going great lengths to not smile at his expression. “I am going to make you the most perfect cookie, and when it changes your life, you have to swear off Pillsbury forever.”
A hand comes up to clutch your heart, a dramatic gasp on your lips. “Forever? I need to benefit from this somehow, I can’t give up the hard stuff cold-turkey like that.”
A grin spreads across his face at your theatrics, and you suddenly realize that you’re much closer to each other than you were at the beginning of the conversation. “I’ll be your cookie plug.”
An incredulous scoff escapes your mouth before you can contain it. “What the hell is a ‘Cookie Plug?’”
He smiles wider, a boyish expression that would have had you hook, line, and sinker ten years ago. But you were older now, wiser- You knew not to trust the pretty ones.
“A cookie dealer. Your personal cookie dealer. Once you have one of my cookies and realize there’s nothing better-” A puff of laughter breaks free when you roll your eyes at him- “I’ll be your sole cookie provider, keep you stocked with the good stuff.”
You focus your gaze on him in a way you hope is intimidating, though you suppose it’s lacking some heat because you’re having to look up at him. “And if it’s not the best cookie I’ve ever had? What if it’s ass?” Crossing your arms, you level a defiant look in his direction.
His smile never wavers, though. “If you don’t like my baking, I will close up shop, change my name, and move to Ecuador.”
A bubble of laughter leaps from your lips, unable to stay trapped in your chest. You feel your cheeks heating up despite your best efforts to be calm and collected, an embarrassing mannerism you haven’t had to worry about in years. “Deal.” You hope your voice conveys the level headedness you’re not feeling.
“I’ll be by tomorrow, then. One o’clock work for you?” He sounds smug, like he’s already won. You don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting.
“That’s fine. I’ll be here, waiting to be disappointed.” You make your tone wistful, putting your best efforts into matching his arrogance.
He’s seemingly unfazed. “Don’t worry, I’ve never left a pretty girl disappointed. It’s not in my nature.” He shrugs, then leans around you to shout towards the backroom. “Later, Nicky! I’m heading out.”
Opening and closing your mouth like a fish, you’re dumbfounded by his words. You’re still searching your brain for a witty retort when he turns on his heel to walk back out the front door.
“Let me know if you need help picking out suitcases!” You manage to call before the door shuts completely.
You think you hear a raucous laugh from outside, carried in by the wind.
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coming back to annoy you :P
dunno if you’ve already wrote anything like this, if you have or aren’t comfy with it then ignore this; noah with like, self conscious reader? i’m pretty small, but my stomach kinda pudges out at the bottom and it bothers me a bit. squishy tummy. anyway, maybe him like telling reader how pretty he thinks they are and whatnot, just him being a sweetheart :] it can be a blurb or anything you want it to be
ily 💕
please always come to annoy me i welcome it (you're not annoying ever) also that is possibly my favorite part on a woman soooo, hehe. ily bb !! 💕
CW: mentions of body image issues and insecurities.
You’ve never mentioned the parts of yourself you’re most self-conscious about. In truth, you’ve never really needed to tell Noah—he simply knows.
He’s noticed it in the way you hide that part of yourself, usually by wearing baggy clothes or choosing tops that cover you in a more comfortable or flattering way—to you. He never makes comments; instead, he chooses to show you his appreciation for even the parts of yourself you seem to love a little less—because they’re actually his favorites.
When his hand slips beneath your shirt to splay out against your stomach, he always presses it against that part of your stomach. Initially, he would move it when you appeared uncomfortable or seemed to tense up, but when you started to relax, he would happily lay it there.
It’s also where he likes to rest his head. Settled between your thighs, his head against the more plush parts of you, he sometimes presses kisses against you through your clothing or upon your skin—his own silent appreciation of you.
And sometimes, you’ll catch him gazing up at you, all soft and sweet, with nothing short of hearts in his eyes as he softly speaks, “You’re beautiful. Every part of you.” His hand rests at your hip—gentle, warm, and reassuring.
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best friend folio headcanons
NSFW under the cut — MDNI 18+ only
cw: weed
best friend folio, who is always begging to take you on his motorcycle until you can’t resist and finally say yes. folio, who loves the feeling of you clinging to him and your arms wrapped around his torso as you fly down backroads. folio, who has a sickeningly wide smile covered by his helmet every time you shriek from either fear or exhilaration whenever he does something especially dangerous. folio, who relishes in the contact of your chest and his back, for however many miles you ride together.
best friend folio, who can’t get you to learn drums, but you’re present for his practice sessions anyways. folio, who plays and runs through bad omens songs over and over. folio, whose hair is drenched in sweat and his body glistening from it as he plays with his entire heart. folio, who you can’t keep your eyes off of no matter how hard you try. folio, who pretends to ignore you watching him, despite getting off on it for sure.
best friend folio, who is your go-to smoke buddy. folio, who is the only person you will get high with because he makes you feel so safe and comfortable. folio, whose presence always has you feeling bolder even without the weed in your system, saying things you would never say sober. folio, who keeps these little secrets of yours and promises to never mention them. folio, who helps you when you get a little too high or when you’re completely greened out. folio, who is surprised by the quick kiss you give him one night, something he will take to his grave.
best friend folio, who your parents absolutely adore. folio, who helps with dinner and fixing up the old beat up car in the driveway. folio, who gets along with your siblings like a house on fire. folio, who has never been denied a night of sleeping over. folio, who has been woken up in the middle of the night by you a few times, his name falling from your lips in your sleep. folio, who never tells you about it, and proceeds to act like it doesn’t drive him fucking mad.
best friend folio, who walks in on you one day, touching yourself and whimpering his name. folio, whose presence startles you, who looks at you hungrily and offers to help. folio, someone you will never be able to deny no matter what. folio, who touches you like you have never been touched in your life, making you come so easily with both his hands and tongue. folio, who you need inside of you immediately, not caring about how this will affect your friendship. folio, who makes you come again and again until he’s satisfied with the fucked out look on your face, before he’s confessing his feelings for you. folio, who is taken aback by you returning those feelings. folio, who fills you up over and over again until you’re both spent. folio, who cuddles and loves on you for the rest of the day.
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This boy and the first time you stay over at this play? 🥺
first sleepover is a beloved thing for me 🥺
It’s become a tradition — he cooks dinner, you watch a movie, a couple episodes of a show, then you tell him it might be time for you to head home. He walks you to your car, give you a lingering kiss goodbye, asks you to text him when you’re home safe.
The goodnight text after your just got home! text is always a version of the same. The selfie he sends you from bed, a pout accompanying his goodnight baby ❤️ tugs on your heartstrings.
You can’t help it that you like your decompression time, your own bed. You know Matt does too, or at least it’s what you’ve convinced yourself.
And more than anything, you don’t want to rush anything. Things with Matt are going so well, and you don’t want to ruin anything by moving too quickly.
*****
Until the next time.
You hadn’t registered it was happening. One moment you were halfway through The Return of the King, your head resting on Matt’s shoulder, and the next thing you remembered was opening your eyes to credits rolling and a blanket draped over you.
You come back into yourself, realize where you are, and look up at Matt sheepishly. He’s smiling down at you, that big grin that melts your heart every time.
“Did you know you snore?” Matt teases. “It’s cute.”
Your cheeks heat.
“I’m sorry, I—” you start, feeling suddenly so shy, a little bit embarrassed. “I should head home.”
You expect the same routine as every time: a walk to your car, a lingering kiss goodbye, a goodnight selfie and text.
“Why don’t you stay?” he offers, taking you off guard. He’s never offered before, happy to take things at your pace, do things your way. There’s a plea in his eyes: not one that pressures you, but one that does tell you without a shadow of a doubt that this is what he wants. Without being prompted, he responds to a concern you’d left unvoiced. “Nothing will happen if you don’t want it to, I promise. I can even sleep in the guest room.”
It’s an awfully kind offer. And he is terribly sweet.
“I just want you to be here in the morning. I’ll cook us breakfast.”
*****
You do end up in his bed together: separate sides, with Zeus in between. You switch off the lamp on the nightstand and turn back over, just as Matt reaches over and curls a hand around your head, gives you the lingering kiss that’s normally reserved for when you’re leaned up against the driver’s side door of your car.
“Goodnight, honey,” he tells you. You have to admit, you do like this a lot better than the text, the way your heartstrings snap as you wish you were snuggled up next to him.
When you wake up the next morning, with Zeus snuggled up to your front and Matt to your back, his breath warm on the back of your neck, you decide this may be a new tradition. Every now and again.
Taking it slow can mean a lot of things, even sharing warmth in a bed that’s safe, with a sweet dog and a sweet boy you’re so desperately falling in love with.
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Summary: you wake to the sound of a chainsaw and the sight of the neighbor’s tree coming down, taking along the home of a squirrel family you grew fond of ever since they first showed up. You're not sure why the fact hits you so hard, or why you end up crying in Jolly’s arms. But Jolly? He just holds you and makes a promise. And he always keeps his promises. Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x F!Reader CW: pure domestic fluff Word Count: 4k
Wednesday is the one day of the week you get to sleep in, work starting a few hours later than usual. No alarms, no rushing—just you, the familiar weight of Jolly’s arms around you, the blankets, and the warm peace of sleep.
You love Wednesdays, first because you hate waking up early and will take all the extra minutes of sleep you can get, but mostly because you’re usually brought out of dreamland by Jolly’s gentle kisses and the delicious smell of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen.
Except that’s not what wakes you today. Instead, it’s the sharp, much too loud sound of a chainsaw.
At first, it fuses with your dream—just another distorted background noise—but the second time it roars, you jolt upright, heart speeding. You push off the blankets and sit on the edge of the bed, blinking hard, trying to push through the haze of sleep.
The morning chill wraps itself around your legs, cold enough to make you shiver. You’re wearing nothing but an old oversized band tee—one of Jolly’s, the collar stretched and faded, soft from too many washes—and your arms curl around yourself as you shuffle over to the window.
When you look outside, your breath catches.
The old, big tree in your neighbor’s yard, the one everyone knows it’s where the neighborhood’s squirrel family lives, is being cut down.
You’ve watched the little creatures hop along the fence separating your house from the one next to it countless times, their fluffy tails standing proudly behind them as they chase each other across the powerlines. Occasionally, they would even pop up on your porch to stare your flowerpots down, as if they’ve got beef with your plants.
Now the tree they're used to living in is slowly coming down, and the squirrels are losing their home.
A man in a safety vest is halfway up the trunk, slicing through branches with practiced motions while another guides the cut limbs to the ground. The chainsaw buzzes again, and this time the sound seems to tear right through your chest.
You watch it all unfold from your bedroom window, frozen in place. Your chest hurts, feeling unbearably constricted, and there's pressure building behind your eyes. It doesn't take long for the tears to come—sudden and real. You press your fingers to your cheeks, finding them wet.
You don’t know why you’re crying. It’s just a tree. Just squirrels. You’re probably—no, you know you’re overreacting. But the image of their home being ripped apart, branch by branch, makes something small and tender inside of you ache.
You head downstairs, blinking furiously, trying to pull yourself together. The kitchen smells like coffee and toast and all around there's the comforting sound of food being made, accompanied by the soothing feeling of knowing someone woke up before you, and you're not alone.
Jolly is at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs, still in his pajama pants, his hair up in a loose, messy bun. When he turns and sees your face, he freezes for a second, before jolting into motion as he leaves the coffee pot behind and makes his way to you.
“Whoa, hey—What happened? What’s wrong, älskling?” He asks, voice dripping with gentle concern as he reaches for you, his hands slowly gliding up your arms, palms warm against your skin.
Your lip wobbles, and as you try to speak, your voice trips over itself, tangled up in the lump in your throat.
“They’re—” You say, voice thin, pointing in the general direction of the terrible buzzing sound still coming from outside. “Jolly, they're cutting it down. The tree next door. The one with the squirrel family.”
“Oh, baby...”
“I—I don’t know why I’m crying,” you mumble, wiping at your cheeks, a weak, self deprecating laugh escaping your lips. “It’s so stupid. There are other trees, I know that. I just—I woke up and saw it happening and I just started crying, and now I can’t stop.”
Before you can take another breath, Jolly’s arms wrap around you, warm and firm, and he holds you against his bare chest, rocking you gently side to side. He’s done this a thousand times before, his preferred method of calming you down whenever you’re feeling sad or anxious, and it always works.
“They probably had to, love.” He murmurs against your hair, gentle hands rubbing up and down your back over the thin fabric of the shirt you're wearing. “That tree’s so old, the roots might’ve rotted or gotten too unstable. If it fell on their house…”
He sighs, shaking his head, then softens his voice even more. “I know it sucks either way, but the squirrels are smart, yeah? They’ll find a new place, and they’re gonna be okay, älskling. I promise.”
You nod against his chest, letting the familiar smell of him, his warmth, settle into your bones. His thumbs rub soothing circles into your lower back, and slowly, you let yourself settle against him.
It takes a while, but as you hold each other, standing in the middle of your kitchen, you eventually manage to relax, and the tears stop. Jolly steps back to gaze at you, cupping your face in his hands and thumbing away the wet trail your tears left behind.
He doesn't move away to finish preparing breakfast before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss against your lips. When everything’s finished, Jolly suggests that you eat together in his studio rather than the kitchen.
The walls are soundproof, which means you don’t have to hear the chainsaw as it occasionally comes to life—just his calm and soothing voice while you share a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, as well as slices of fresh fruit.
He keeps the mood light, telling you about the weird dream he had involving a haunted concert venue and a goose in a cowboy hat that sounded suspiciously like Noah whenever it spoke.
You laugh once, then again. Then a real one this time.
Jolly goes as far as playing one of those cheesy, soft rock playlists he secretly loves but pretends to hate, humming along just to see you smile as you eat.
By the time you’re brushing your teeth upstairs, the weight in your chest has dulled to something more manageable. You get dressed slowly, pulling on your work clothes, taming your hair, dabbing concealer beneath your eyes.
In the hallway mirror, you look more or less like yourself again.
When it's time for you to leave for work, Jolly walks you to the door and kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, then finally your lips. When you hug goodbyes, you squeeze him extra tightly, a silent thank you for being so understanding about this, even when you don't understand it yourself.
As you walk to your car, you glance once more at the last remains of the tree; most of it is already gone, the yard littered with sawdust and thick limbs like fallen soldiers.
You don’t cry this time.
You still don’t really know why it made you so emotional—why something as simple as a couple of squirrels losing their tree broke you for a few hours.
It’s not like they don’t have other options. There are plenty of trees in the neighborhood, so Jolly is right—they’ll be fine.
Still, when you drive away, your chest aches in that small, lingering way that you can't explain.
Even before your car disappears around the corner, Jolly’s already reaching for his phone.
He scrolls to Nicholas’s name and hits the call button, pacing a slow circle around the kitchen. He waits barely two rings before Nick picks up, voice still groggy.
“Yo?”
“Hey, man,” Jolly says, cutting straight to the point. “Remember that Animal Crossing bench you made for Nadine?”
A pause.
“Uh. Yeah? Why?”
“How far do your woodworking skills go?”
Next time he speaks, Nick sounds fully awake.
“What?”
Jolly exhales through his nose and rubs a hand over his jaw.
“Like, could you build something else?”
Another pause. Then a short laugh.
“Okay. What exactly are we talking about here?”
“A squirrel house,” Jolly says.
There’s a silence on the other end that lasts long enough for him to wonder if the call dropped.
Then:
“I’m sorry. A what?”
“A squirrel house,” Jolly repeats, firmer now. “A nice one. Like… cozy. Maybe a little stylish, even. You know, deluxe condo vibes, but tiny. For rodents. Plural.”
“What the fuck would you need something like that for?”
Jolly sighs again, and offers a very brief explanation of the events from earlier. There’s a clattering noise, like Nick’s dropped something, followed by an incredulous, barked-out laugh.
“Oh my god. You’re really in love.”
Jolly groans.
“Don’t start.”
“You are so far gone,” Nick says. “This is what domestication looks like. One day it’s squirrels, next thing you know you’re building cribs. For tiny humans. Plural.”
“Just shut up and bring your tools,” Jolly mutters, already walking toward the garage. He doesn't wait for an answer before he hangs up.
Two hours later, the doorbell rings.
When Jolly opens it, Nick’s standing there in a hoodie and beat-up jeans, holding a massive tool bag in one hand and a reusable coffee cup in the other. His smirk is already locked and loaded.
“You know,” he says, not bothering with a proper greeting before stepping inside, “when I pictured helping you build something, I assumed it’d be a record shelf. Maybe a guitar rack. Not a woodland creature mini estate.”
“Can we get started now, or are you gonna keep talking shit like you didn't build your girlfriend a bench yourself?” Jolly says, but there’s no real bite behind it. His eyes flicker toward the garage. “I cleared up a space already. We’ve gotta get this done before Saturday.”
Nick raises a brow.
“Oh? So it’s a surprise?”
“Yeah, she has no idea I’m doing this.” Jolly says casually, already walking ahead. “And I don’t wanna half-ass it, so we better get to work.”
What he doesn’t say is: she cried this morning and it broke something in me. He also doesn’t say: I made a promise that the squirrels would be okay, and I keep those, especially to her.
Nick lingers in the entryway just a second longer, then follows him to the garage.
The project begins.

Three long afternoons in the garage later—hammering, sanding, measuring twice and still cutting wrong—and the squirrel house is finally done.
It gets finished just in time.
Nick almost drills into his hand once, and Jolly glues his fingers together at least twice. At one point, they both realize they built the entire back wall upside down and have to start over because the measures are all wrong and it looks wonky.
But they keep going, because Jolly made a promise, and by Friday evening, it’s ready. And it’s… cute.
Like, painfully cute.
Painted in soft, mossy green and warm earthy brown, with tiny faux windows and a slanted roof made of carefully lined wood shingles. There’s a round little entrance cut out at the bottom, and two jutting “balconies” just above it that make the whole thing look like a squirrel-sized apartment complex.
He even glued a miniature acorn to the front like a doorknob. It’s foolish, and sweet, and very him.
But the best part?
Carved into the side in blocky, uneven letters—because Jolly insisted on doing it himself even though Nick offered to laser it—is the phrase: NUT HOUSE—keep out! Squirrels only!
Jolly stands back, hands on his hips, admiring it like it’s a work of fine art. Nick just shakes his head and smiles.
“You really do love her, don't you?”
“Yeah,” Jolly says quietly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I do.”

Saturday morning, before the sun has fully lifted into the sky, Jolly tiptoes out of the garage and into the backyard with the finished house held carefully in his arms.
The world is still mostly asleep, the sky a soft, pale gray just beginning to blush pink at the edges, and the grass is yet again damp with dew. A light breeze stirs the air, gentle and cool, carrying the faintest sound of birdsong and the rustle of leaves.
Your backyard tree—the one you always said looked like it belonged in a storybook—waits patiently in the far corner of the yard. Its bark is rough and knotted, its branches sprawling wide like open arms. He stands there for a moment, just looking up at it, the little house still pressed to his chest.
Then he moves forward, picks the perfect spot on a thick, sturdy branch, and starts the work. Each nail goes in slowly and steadily, Jolly worried about being too loud, not wanting the sound to wake you up before he gets the chance to. He’s careful, almost reverent with the wooden house, adjusting the angle, checking the balance, stepping back to look at it from different sides.
When it’s finally up—secure, proud, nestled into place like it has always belonged there—he exhales. A slow, quiet thing that leaves him smiling to himself.
Once everything’s where it’s supposed to be, Jolly wipes his hands on his sweatpants, glances up at the tree one last time, and quietly makes his way back inside.
Upstairs, everything is still, silent. You’re curled up on your side of the bed, half tangled in the sheets and the soft folds of yet another one of his old shirts—your legs bare, your skin goosebumped from the early morning chill. The curtains filter in the light morning glow, painting you in shades of silver and soft pink.
Jolly crosses the room on quiet feet and sits on the edge of the mattress beside you. He doesn’t say anything at first, just reaches out and runs his fingers gently through your hair, watching the way the soft strands curl and fall, the way your brow twitches faintly under his touch.
You don’t stir, though.
So he leans down, presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and breathes the words into your hair.
“Wake up, älskling. There’s something you need to see.”
You shift with a soft groan, eyes fluttering open as you blink against the light. You’re still half-asleep, your voice low and hoarse when you murmur: “What time is it?”
“Early,” he says softly, smiling. “But it’ll be worth it. Promise.”
Your limbs are heavy with sleep, sluggish, reluctant to move. But something in his voice—gentle, almost hopeful—pulls you upright. He helps you out of bed, guides you by the hand downstairs and out the back door, his fingers cold around your warm ones.
When you step outside, the grass is cool and damp beneath your feet. The breeze brushes against your skin, slipping under the hem of your shirt, and you shiver as you step into the soft light of morning, wondering what could be so important that he’d take you away from the warm sheets to bring you out in the morning chill.
Then you see it—there, perched high on the thick trunk of the tree, is a tiny wooden house, painted in soft, forest colors. Hand-carved lettering on the side.
Your breath catches as you take a step forward, looking at the little house like you’re not sure it’s real, like your eyes are playing tricks on you.
“Jolly…” you whisper, voice cracking. He doesn’t say anything, just watches you with his hands in his sweatpants pockets, trying not to fidget.
You turn to look at him.
“You did this?”
“Well—Nick helped a lot. But yeah.” He shrugs, sheepish, and ducks his head a little. “Told you they’d be okay, didn't I?”
You laugh. A wet, teary little sound that escapes your throat before you can stop it, because somehow—somehow, he did this. He made it okay.
He heard your tears and your heartbreak over a group of squirrels losing their home and made it better, because when something tugs at your heart, it tugs at his, too. And this represents so much more than a simple wooden squirrel house.
Jolly doing that is his silent way of saying, I saw you. I heard you. And I wanted to give you back a little piece of joy.
And you—you’re overwhelmed. Because it’s ridiculously wonderful and sweet and perfect.
Crossing the grass in three quick steps, you throw yourself into his arms, your own arms around his neck now, burying your face against the column of his throat. Jolly catches you, holds you tight, breathes you in, sways the both of you side to side like he did that morning in the kitchen.
You stay wrapped up in him for a long, quiet moment.
The chill in the air doesn’t reach you here, not with his arms around you, not with the steady warmth of his chest pressed to yours and the faint scent of cedar and paint still clinging to his hoodie. You could stay here forever.
When you finally pull back, your eyes are glassy, but your smile is steady.
“Thank you,” you whisper, both hands sliding down his shoulders to rest on his chest. “I don’t think you even understand how much this means to me.”
“I think I do,” he says, just as soft.
Your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie.
“You didn’t have to do any of this.”
“I wanted to.” He whispers, and the sincerity, the tenderness in his voice makes your heart ache with the intensity and the amount of love you feel right now.
You lift your chin just slightly, and he leans in like it’s instinct—like he’s done it a thousand times and would be more than happy to do it a thousand more. The kiss is warm and slow, his mouth brushing yours with so much gentleness it knocks the breath from your lungs. One of his hands comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb sweeping across your cheek.
When you pull away, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes still closed.
“I love you,” you murmur, so close your lips brush against his again when you speak. “So much.”
His breath hitches, and when his eyes open, there’s something bright and quiet behind them, like the sun rising just for you.
“I love you too, älskling.” He whispers. “You have no idea.”
Another kiss—quicker now, giddy—and then you gently untangle yourself from him, rubbing your cold hands up and down your bare arms.
“I’ll get breakfast ready today,” you say, already backing toward the house. “That’s the least I can do.”
Jolly just laughs as he watches you go, turning around and skipping toward the house before he can object. His shirt hangs off your frame just right, and he leans against the tree like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
God, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And the wildest part? You love him right back.
Jolly closes his eyes for a second and just breathes in the cool morning air.
You said you’re making breakfast because that’s the least you can do. And all he thinks is:
Nah. You’ve already given me everything.

It’s been two months since the squirrel house went up.
Two months since Jolly woke you up and led you barefoot into the backyard with dew clinging to your feet and sleep still fogging your eyes.
Two months since you saw it—the tiny handmade house, perched proudly against the old storybook tree—and fell in love all over again with the man who’d built it just because you were sad.
The squirrels live there now.
They’ve made it home, settled into the balconies and tiny windows like they were born for it. They stopped glaring at your plants. One of them even started stealing berries off the porch table when you’re not looking.
And now… now you understand why it hit you so hard when the neighbor’s tree was cut down. Why the sound of the chainsaw shredded something deep inside your chest. Why you couldn’t stop imagining a squirrel family losing everything, even though you knew—logically—they’d just find another tree and move on.
Back then, you chalked it up to being too sensitive. To being tired, maybe. You didn’t know. But now, it all makes sense.
The hormones. The way everything has felt sharper. Heavier. Brighter.
You didn’t tell Jolly you were late. You didn’t want to worry him—not until you were sure. So you waited.
Waited through three different mornings. Three different sticks. Three different results, all glaring back at you with the same result displayed.
Pregnant.
And now, here you are—Sunday morning, sunlight pooling over the porch like melted gold, a plate of toast between you and Jolly, and a secret swelling inside your chest.
He’s sipping his coffee beside you, barefoot and warm, his legs stretched out toward the steps, eyes still half-lidded with sleep. There’s jam on the corner of his mouth, and his hair’s still messy from the pillow, and he has no idea that everything’s about to change.
Your heart pounds, and you don’t know why you’re nervous. He’s going to be happy. He’s going to be over the moon, actually. He’s going to cry, maybe, and kiss you like you just gave him the world. But still, your hands tremble around your mug.
You need to tell him.
You’re terrified.
Excited, yes—more than anything. There’s a tiny heartbeat inside you, and the world feels holy because of it. But it’s big. It’s so big. And it’s unknown and it’s real now in a way it wasn’t before.
You chew a bite of toast, swallow it down with a sip of lukewarm coffee, and glance toward the squirrel house. They’re out again today, climbing, playing, knocking little pieces of bark down onto the grass.
Happy. Settled. Safe.
You take a deep breath and turn to Jolly, fingers tightening around your mug.
“Hey,” you say softly.
He hums, glancing sideways with a lazy grin. “Hmm?”
“Do you still remember how to build stuff?”
He furrows his brow, confused but still smiling.
“Like what?” He furrows his brow, confused but still smiling. “A squirrel mansion? Want me to upgrade them to a three-bedroom?”
You laugh, but your voice is shaking, and the sound comes out smaller than you meant it to.
“No. Not that. Just… in general. Did Nick teach you everything you need to know about woodworking?”
He straightens a little, now officially puzzled.
“I mean, I picked up on a lot. Why? What are we building?”
You look at him.
Really look at him—this man who built a home for a squirrel family just to make you smile. Who holds you like the world might end if he doesn’t.
Your stomach flips.
And your voice comes out softer than you expected. Fragile, but certain.
“Because we might need to build a crib next.”
Silence.
The kind that expands and wraps around both of you, heavy with meaning.
Jolly blinks.
His eyes search yours, wide and stunned, trying to confirm what he just heard. His mouth opens—but no words come out.
You reach for his hand. It’s warm. Steady. Anchoring.
“I took three tests,” you say, voice wavering, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I wanted to be sure before I told you.”
And then, he finally breathes out. A sound caught between a laugh and a sob. His eyes go glassy.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Are you serious?”
You nod.
His hands are already reaching for you, mug forgotten, toast discarded. He pulls you into his lap so fast you nearly drop your plate. His arms wrap around your waist, and he buries his face into your shoulder, laughing and crying all at once.
“We’re gonna have a baby?” he says, voice breaking against your skin.
You nod again, arms around his neck, holding onto him like you’re afraid you might float away.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes shining with delighted tears, smile wide and stunned and so full. His fingers trace your cheek like he can’t believe you’re real.
And then he glances toward the squirrel house. One of them is perched on the roof, tail flicking smugly.
Jolly huffs a watery laugh. “Guess I’d better start sketching some blueprints.”
You laugh, eyes stinging with your own emotional tears, and when he kisses you—long and slow and reverent—you know.
You’re gonna be just fine.
And you’re not afraid anymore.

just a little blurb based on a thought @cowpokeomens dug up from my brain while she threatened to chase me down with a flamethrower and talked about jolly painting nurseries hehe
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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.
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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.
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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!!
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~Berry 🫐
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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.
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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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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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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
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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.”
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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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can I have jolly and plus sized reader please? 👉👈
have i not written this yet? mr. joakim karlsson who might as well have “would lay down his life for a big girl” tattooed on his forehead? shame on me.
cw: absolute 100% filth. jolly makes my brain go brrr. spanking, titty fucking, cum eating, cum sharing, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, creampies
jolly who loves your body so much, he could never bring himself to understand why anyone wouldn’t.
jolly who loves how soft you are, grabs handfuls of your tummy and hips and thighs and ass and groans, lets his guttural sounds break off into dreamy little sighs as he manhandles you, leaves lines of scratches all along your skin.
jolly who pulls you down into his lap after a long, hard day, just so he can give a harsh slap to your cheeks and let his eyes glaze over as he watches the flesh ripple. does it again, and again, and again, until the skin is raw and
jolly who asks you to press your tits together for him so he can bury his cock between them, turns a little feral, unhinged, as he sloppily fucks himself between your breasts, his strong grip adding pressure to your own until you’re dizzy, watching with wide eyes as he lets himself go, without any warning spurting cum onto the skin of your neck, your chin, cleaning you off with his tongue and licking into your mouth, whispers of fuck, thank you.
jolly who loves to bend you in half, fold your knees up to your ears, and bury himself inside you. he loves the way you envelope him, the way his cock disappears between your folds and swallows him whole. he loses himself in it completely, the only sounds in the room his hips slapping harshly against your ass, his moans, your whimpers, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you and the increase from a slow drag to a fast fuck driving you insane. his demands of take it, baby, fucking take this cock barely registering as he empties inside of you, his weight resting heavily on your legs before he lets your legs fall to bracket his body as he buries his face between your thighs. he loses himself in it, not coming up for air until your legs are shaking, riding out a second orgasm on his tongue as he licks every last drop of his own spend form inside of your pussy.
jolly who makes you feel not just loved, but worshipped; jolly who makes you feel not just beautiful, but ethereal; jolly who makes you feel so much more than worthy, with the way he treats you as nothing short of a goddess, and wouldn’t dare have you thinking otherwise.
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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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