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familiarscars · 2 days ago

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Fahrenheit | Nick Folio | One Shot

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⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Nick Folio X Stripper!Reader.

⋆ ��𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. for a good amount of money you can make any wish come true.

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Rounds on a Carousel.

Rising and falling to the rhythm of a song that felt like it had just escaped from one of those delicate music boxes, the kind with a beautiful, elegant ballerina at its center. A nostalgic sensation, an almost childlike memory. This wasn’t your life, nothing about it resembled yours, but it was just as exhilarating.

Neon lights painted the club in shades of red and purple, reflecting off every surface like an electric fever pulsing to the beat of the music. The bass made the floor vibrate beneath your high heels, an intense heartbeat dictating the rhythm of the night. The air was a dizzying mix of sweet perfume, expensive alcohol, and the heat of eager bodies pressed against the edge of the stage.

The slow pulse of the music wrapped around your hips as you moved along the pole, becoming one with it. Practiced and deliberate, slow and sensual, every movement was a calculated tease as your body coiled around the steel like the most dangerous kind of serpent. Between glances, you met the famished, mesmerized expressions below the stage. You ran your fingers along the cool metal, feeling the stark contrast against the heat of your skin. Your body already knew what to do. Every muscle, every curve, every drop of sweat beginning to form was a silent invitation. Eyes were locked on you, but you didn’t need them to know you were in control. The air was thick, charged, nearly suffocating—exactly as it should be.

Men were like servants at your feet.

When the night fell and you stepped onto the stage, control over them was handed to you effortlessly. They would do anything you wanted. They didn’t think, only surrendered to the illusion of a woman feeding them just enough to swell their fragile egos, making them believe they were worthy of your attention. Needy men craved exactly that—a mere scrap of confidence—so that, without hesitation, they would throw themselves at anyone daring enough to take advantage.

And once they were entangled, thoroughly deceived, they offered you an ocean of opportunity, perfect for draining them dry before the show was over.

That was the most entertaining part of your job.

With a slow motion, you spun around the pole, hair slipping over your shoulder like a veil of temptation. The lights caught the satiny sheen of your skin as you arched your body, a dangerous game between strength and softness. Your fingers gripped the bar firmly, and with precise momentum, you lifted yourself, legs wrapping around the polished metal. Gravity became an irrelevant detail as you slid down, every inch of skin illuminated under the flashing lights.

Heat coursed through your body as you leaned back, forming a perfect line that highlighted every curve at just the right angle—pure provocation without a single word. The beats of the music merged with the hitched breaths of those watching, captivated by the rhythm of your movements.

Your tongue met the cold steel as you dragged your damp lips across it. Flickering red lights, heat seeping from your pores, your veins burning with the rush, and the smoke drifting through the stage cast a spell over every entranced gaze. With your back against the pole, you slid down slowly, spreading your legs as you reached the floor—a privileged view for the most generous among them tonight.

As you descended, your feet touched the ground with the lightness of someone who knew exactly the power they wielded. Your gaze roamed the crowd, a silent promise to whoever dared to hold it. The atmosphere burned, thick with desire and admiration.

This was what you did. You dominated.

And in that moment, the whole world was yours.

The deep pulse of the music seemed to sync with your steps, like an extension of your own desire to command that stage. The heat of the club pulsed around you, charged with lust, but something was different now. A gaze.

You felt it before you saw it. An invisible weight pressing against your skin, igniting a burning spark that shot down your spine. When your eyes drifted over the crowd, he was there.

Seated in the shadows, surrounded by smoke and darkness, yet still completely exposed. He didn’t look away. Didn’t blink. His gaze was unwavering, so intense it seemed to devour you right then and there. Like a man crawling through a desert, starved and parched, aching for the unattainable. He wanted to drink you in with his eyes.

Your chest rose and fell in a different rhythm now, deeper. A crackling energy licked at your skin as your dance shifted subtly.

No longer for the crowd. Not for the applause. For him.

Your fingers traced over your own skin, slipping between the lace barely covering your chest as you turned around the pole, as if marking the path he longed to touch. Your movements slowed, deliberate, more enticing. Your leg extended with practiced grace, the curve of your hips accentuating every detail he absorbed as if he were a condemned man facing his final temptation.

And he remained there, motionless, mesmerized, as if the rest of the club had disappeared. As if nothing but you existed.

When you arched your body against the pole, tilting your head back, you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. His gaze burned your skin like an unspoken promise, a raw desire vibrating between the two of you, like a stretched wire on the verge of snapping.

You smiled. Slow. Provocative. Like a queen granting a mere mortal a glimpse of paradise.

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched. And in that moment, he knew. He was already yours.

The water slid down your throat, cooling the heat still burning beneath your skin, but the sensation didn’t last. The bar was empty now, the low music vibrating against the walls like a distant echo of the spectacle that had unfolded hours before. The customers were gone, the staff too, and you were about to leave as well—until a deep voice, right behind you, made you freeze.

"I want to pay for your time."

The glass halted midway to your lips. Your heart pounded, a mix of surprise and indignation burning your face before you even turned around.

"I'm not a prostitute!" you shot back, your cheeks burning, fingers tightening around the glass.

He smiled. Slow. Confident. The kind of smile that made your skin prickle before you even understood why.

"I know," he murmured, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "But I want to pay for your time. I want you to dance for me. Just for me."

You hesitated, still feeling the blood thudding in your throat. He didn’t look drunk, nor desperate. Just determined.

"I only have tonight in the city," he continued, leaning over the counter, close enough that his woody scent mixed with the smell of alcohol and the leather of his jacket. "I’m leaving with my band tomorrow. Don’t deny the request of a man you might never see again."

You wetted your lips without realizing, nibbling on the corner of your lower lip. Your eyes scanned him, the relaxed way he waited, as if he already knew you’d say yes. And maybe he did.

"My time is expensive," you said, crossing your arms, trying not to show how much his gaze disarmed you.

"Good," he tilted his head, a burning glint in his eyes. "I don’t mind giving you everything I have."

The silence stretched between you, heavy, charged. An invisible current connected you, an unspoken challenge in the air.

Then, without another word, you turned on your heels and walked toward the stage. The echo of your heels against the floor reverberated through the empty bar, each step a promise. You climbed the steps slowly, the tips of your fingers grazing the cold pole, and let out a controlled breath.

The music started again. And this time, the dance was only for him.

The bass throbbed through the floor, the air, your blood. His. The pole was your anchor, but with each note, each spin, you detached a little more from reality, diving into the dance like someone surrendering to a forbidden ritual.

He didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. He was there, transfixed, hypnotized, as you painted an unspoken invitation with your body.

Your skin glowed under the red light, a damp sheen that made him swallow hard. The movements started slow, precise, a play of shadows and curves that ignited desire with the patience of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Every sway of your hips, every glide along the pole, every arch of your spine made it clear: this wasn’t just a dance. It was a spell. And he was falling.

You stepped down from the pole without haste, bare feet on the stage, your body undulating to the rhythm of the music. His eyes followed you, but at some point, he was no longer just a spectator. You pulled him into the performance without him even realizing it. Your scent was intoxicating. A mix of sweat, perfume, and desire pulsing through your skin. He felt it when you drew closer, when your breath brushed against his, when the tips of your fingers ran lightly along your own thigh, as if tracing the path he wanted to take.

Your eyes were flaming abysses. Red. Blood-filled pupils reflecting the fever of that moment.

Slow, feline, your body danced in the space between the two of you, unhurried. You made him feel your presence before even touching him, your warm breath caressing his skin, the burning promise in the way you moved around him, as if marking the territory that already belonged to you.

The first touch was subtle but electric. His fingers trailed down your nape, tracing the path of a desire on the verge of exploding. And he didn’t resist. His face drew closer, lips grazing the exposed skin of your shoulder in a slow, hot, torturous drag. The tip of his tongue traced an invisible path along the curve of your neck, descending as if savoring you before committing the ultimate crime. He slid his lips over your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, your stomach, while your hands tangled in his hair—pulling, guiding, demanding more.

Lost in a battle for control that didn’t exist, seeking escape in the dark desire of a night that might become just another memory by morning. You didn’t care about any rules at work when you let him go all the way. Free of your shorts, he pushed your thin panties aside and lost himself even further at the sight that had tormented him all night.

Leaning back, you watched as he descended, his mouth capturing your swollen lips with absolute hunger. A low sigh escaped your lips. His tongue moved back and forth with a slowness that felt more like torture, then captured your clit and circled it counterclockwise, never breaking eye contact—his gaze possessed by something wicked.

Gasping, your back arched involuntarily when he pushed two fingers inside you. He alternated between deep thrusts and slow, teasing sucks, his tongue painting strokes of electric pleasure that surged through your entire body. Your skin tingled, as if hundreds of needles were taking turns deciding which would torment you first.

Heat. Sweat trickled down your neck, bearing witness to your feverish state, made evident only by the loud moans that drowned out the music in the background. He punished you with quick thrusts and slow sucks, leaving your mind hazy with so much skill that you questioned where the hell a man like him had even come from.

You inhaled sharply, your chest rising and falling like you were fighting against a tide dragging you under.

He locked his fingers around the top of your slit and sucked your clit as soon as he felt your body tense. He didn’t want you to come yet, and you obeyed like a good girl.

When he climbed back up, his breath ragged, eyes locked onto yours, there was a moment of silence. A single instant where only the sound of desire filled the space.

Then, your lips met.

The kiss wasn’t delicate. It wasn’t soft. It was fire. Sparks igniting the air the second your mouths clashed, teeth scraping, tongues warring in a game where both of you wanted to lose. You drowned in the heat, in your own taste, in the way his hands gripped your waist and dragged you closer into his lap, aligning you perfectly before slamming his cock inside you in one swift motion—like there wasn’t enough space in the world to keep you apart.

A cry tore from your lips when his thickness stretched your pussy, but even the burn of it was intoxicating, and with every thrust, you felt arousal drip between your thighs.

He groaned into your mouth, hands firm as they explored your curves, capturing your breasts, gripping your thighs, claiming every inch of you and silently begging for more.

You opened your eyes for a fleeting moment and saw only red on the ceiling of the club. Only fever.

Only a stage that no longer belonged to you. Nor to him. But to both of you.

Each bounce stole the air from his lungs, and you made sure to arch your ass higher, dropping onto him harder, faster, as his hands refused to leave your body even for a second. He played with the piercing on your nipple, smirking at the contrast of cold metal against sensitive, rigid flesh, spurring your hips to grind against him even more.

Slowly, you both rose from the floor, his solid body pressing against your back as your face rested against the metal pole. Bracing yourself, you felt his chin on your shoulder, his fingers gripping your thigh as he positioned you—his cock pushing inside again, still slick, yet struggling against your tightness.

Your legs trembled, your moans turning hoarse. The pressure of your walls squeezing around him made him sink his teeth into your shoulder. It was painful, dirty, forbidden—anyone could walk in at any second—but the thought only fueled you, making you clench even harder.

You wanted all of him. You wanted to provoke him, to make it hurt even more.

With another deliberate squeeze around him, you heard his moan deepen, his fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back. When your gaze met his burning irises, he silenced you with his lips, a furious kiss dripping with intensity as he pounded into you harder.

Your body burned so much your legs could barely hold you up, both of you panting as your bodies moved in sync, slick with sweat. For a brief second, sliding over his cock reminded you of the way you gripped the pole every night—how intimately you knew it, how it was a part of you. Just like he was now.

He plunged into you without shame or hesitation, devouring you with the hunger of someone who had been waiting far too long for their favorite meal. He dedicated himself to everything at once, and you had never felt so desired, so touched, so thoroughly satisfied in your entire life.

The light filtered through the thin curtains, tinting the room with a soft golden hue. The air still carried a trace of perfume and sweat—a silent reminder of the night before.

You woke slowly, stretching lazily on the unmade bed. A yawn slipped from your lips as your fingers ran through your hair, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. Sitting up, your feet touched the cold floor, and you walked to the bathroom to begin your morning ritual.

The shower water cascaded over your skin, washing away the warmth of sleep—and perhaps something more. Perhaps fragments of the night, blurred in your mind like echoes of a fever dream. You dressed without hurry, brewed a strong cup of coffee, and leaned against the small kitchen counter, trying to stitch together the loose threads of memory.

The scent of coffee pulled you further into wakefulness. The hot liquid slid down your throat, and it was only then—when your eyes drifted over the room—that you noticed.

An envelope.

It was there, next to your bag, on the nightstand.

Your stomach sank.

Slowly, you approached, fingers hesitant as you picked it up. The moment you opened it, the air seemed to vanish from your lungs.

Fourteen thousand dollars.

The crisp stack of bills felt heavier than it should.

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at the money, feeling your heart hammer violently in your chest.

It really happened.

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lilgarbitch · 2 days ago

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The Voice of an Angel - Two

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

CW: nothing much, stress with tour, sugar daddy!Matt

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a minute to come out and isn’t longer. I don’t want to jump around time too much or add any unnecessary scenes and overwhelm myself. The next part will be more fun, I promise🖤

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @badomensgoodomens @enemiestolovershoe @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland

Part One

Y/N | Sunday 10:32 AM

I wake myself up with a snore, groaning and rolling over. I grimace when I feel droll on my cheek, quickly lifting my head and wiping it away. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and stretch out my legs before I realize something. My eyes shoot open and stare out my window, seeing that the sun was high in the sky.

“Fuck,” I quickly reach for my phone, repeatedly hitting the button as I try to turn it on. I never put it on the goddamn charger last night.

I reach over the side of my bed and almost fall over as I swipe at the charger, finally grabbing it and plugging my phone in before stumbling out of bed. Running to the kitchen, I see the time on the stove and huff as I grab a glass, fill it up and chug it, needing to fix the dryness in my mouth before getting ready.

After rushing through a shower and throwing on whatever semi- matching clothes I could find, I grab my keys, phone, and bag before high-tailing it out of my apartment, almost forgetting shoes.

I burst through the library’s doors, giving a patron who just happened to be standing nearby an apologetic look for startling them, before speed walking to the back room. Surprisingly, the library was quite empty for a Sunday morning. Not that there was ever a rush, but weekends were usually when people had time to come in to get what they needed, usually needing assistance, and when there’s only one person in, it can get overwhelming.

I was pinning my name tag to my shirt when I felt a presence behind me, making me hunch as I slowly turned towards them, ready to get an earful for being late to a morning weekend shift, but as my eyes reached Alex’s face, I don’t think I’ve ever let out a bigger sigh of relief.

”Where have you been?” She asked, hands on her hips like scourning mother. I gave her an apologetic pout, trying to gain sympathy.

“My phone died so my alarms never went off. I’m so sorry. I hope it hasn’t been busy,” I explain. She gives me a deadpan look.

”Stay up late reading again?” She asks with a smirk, already knowing my obsession with fanfiction.

”Surprisingly, no. I’ve just been so exhausted lately from not getting enough sleep that I guess my body recovered by making me sleep almost 12 hours.” I answer, shocked by my own body.

“Well, thankfully it’s been a slow morning, and I already put away most of the returns, so if you want to do the rest, I can take any customers and you can take it slow today. But you owe me.” I pout and walk over, reaching to give her a hug, that she continuously tries to dodge.

”You’re the best. And don’t worry. I have just the thing to pay you back, but it’s a surprise.”

”Uh huh, sure you do. Well, get your ass out there, because I’ve been on my feet all morning and being able to sit down is all the payment I’ll take right now.” She says as we make our way out of the back room and she heads towards the front desk, sighing as she sits down behind it.

I hold back a laugh as I make my way to the cart full of books and start scanning the rest of them. I wasn’t going to tell her that the reason the exhaustion took over so bad was because I came so hard last night that I could barely edit and post the audio before completely crashing.

After scanning and putting away the rest of the books, I checked with Alex to make sure there wasn't anything else I had to do before sitting down at a nearby empty table and pulling out my phone, still needing to check the responses from my other job.

Without checking my notifications, I scrolled through the comments of everyone, liking a few sweet ones. I had to hide the smile on my face when I saw that ThotxPleaser had actually left one, helping my consistent racing thoughts the past week. I was about to tell myself that I was worrying over nothing when I finally checked my Cashapp.

I gasped so fast that Alex sent me a wild look after I choked on my own spit. I did my best to wave her off and catch my breath as I read his message.

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

All I want is to hear your voice more. Talk about your day, how the weather is treating you, or rant about a TV show you’re watching. I’d listen to you forever. All I ask is if you’d be willing to send me voice memos here and there to get me through my days. Name your price, sunshine.

So I was right. He has been using my audios as some type of escape. And just sent me a thousand fucking dollars to get private ones. And from the sounds of it, he didn’t even want them to be erotic, he just wanted to hear me talk. This couldn’t be that easy, right? My mind was racing as I took this all in.

I loved the library, and it was a job that truly made me happy, but it wasn’t great pay, especially for a girl who liked to spoil herself from time to time, so I’ve been using my donations for most of my living expenses, most coming from ThotxPleaser. Having this big of a donation, with the promise of more, meant that a weight had just been lifted off my shoulder.

Ever since it was announced, I’ve been saving up small chunks of the donations to hopefully get a good set of tickets for Alex and I to see Bad Omens. It was one of the things we had bonded over when she started working here, and she has saved my ass so many times that I had been planning on surprising her for a while now. And now, I can actually make it happen.

Without even responding, I immediately head to the ticket page, praying that there were any left for the date they were playing in our city. Praise the fucking gods above, there were. And there were even meet and greet passes that I added on without care, knowing I was about to make more money that I even knew what to do with.

I sneakily slip past Alex as I made my way towards the back room again, heading straight for my bag. I pull out my wallet and input all the necessary details before clicking buy. The second that the ‘You’re Going!’ message popped up, I almost squealed as I jumped up and down with excitement.

I hurriedly put all my things back into my bag before heading back out towards the front desk. Seeing that there were only a few patrons in the library, none near the desk, I might as well use this chance to tell her.

I slip behind her and bend down as she stares at her phone, spooking her as I gave a small “psst.”

“What?!” she asks as she turns to me with an almost angry startled look, making me bite back laughter.

“Would you like to know your surprise?” I ask in a sing-songy voice. She raises an eyebrow, acting unimpressed already.

“You were serious about that? I thought you were just going to show up with coffee and donuts tomorrow or something.”

“Pfft. I’d never do that…” I trail off, completely lying as I have done exactly that before, which she reminds me with the look on her face, “No, I have something I think you’ll enjoy a little more than coffee and donuts.”

As she stares at me expectantly, still seeming unimpressed, I turn my phone around and show her the screen. It takes a few seconds for the image to process in her brain, but once it does, a silent shock takes over her as she repeatedly glances back and forth between my cocky smile and the proof of purchase in my hands.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did. And…” I trail off, bringing my phone back to me to zoom in on the extra special part of said purchase before turning the phone back to her, “I got us meet and greet passes.”

She had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep quiet as she started kicking her feet, spinning the desk chair in the process, making me laugh. We instantly start discussing our plans for making sure we take off work that day and the day after, and obsessing over the boys and how insane it was that we were actually doing this.

Y/N | Sunday 5:03 PM

As I head towards my car, still riding the high of knowing I’m going to meet the boys of my favorite band in less than 3 weeks from now, I remember why all of this was even possible. Sliding into the driver's seat, I pull my phone out of my bag and look over the donation again.

I mean, I could send him a message, discussing the details, or I could send him a recording, giving him something worth the money he already sent. Pulling up my recording app, I turn on the car and set my phone in my lap, pressing record before pulling out of the parking spot.

“I know you said that you’d listen to me talk about whatever, so I figured the best way to start these off would be talking about how you want this to go. I’ve honestly never done anything like this, so I have no clue if I should charge per minute or something, or just- Oh, fuck you!… Oops sorry. I’m driving home from work and some asshole just cut me off. Anywho, maybe we can discuss this over DM or something. I’ve honestly never talked to a follower privately so I’m not even sure how to do that. Shit, do I just send this to your DMs? I don’t know how any of this shit works.”

I pause, and sigh. I’m definitely making a complete fool of myself already, but men have bought used panties, so I doubt he’s going to care if I send him an audio of me sounding like a complete idiot.

“I think I’ll just send this to you through DMs and then research a more formal way of doing this later, especially once we discuss more about how you’d like me to make these. Oh fuck, I can literally send these over Patreon. No, I’ll just stick to DMs for now. God, this is gonna take some getting used to. I also have no idea how to charge you for listening to me ramble, so truthfully, I trust you to just send me whatever you feel fits, since you spoil me so nicely already.”

I look down real quick and see I’ve only been talking for a little over a minute, and with $1,000, I feel he deserves a little more yapping, so I continue.

“What else? Uhhh I guess I could talk about my day. Kinda started off shit, to be honest. I crashed so hard last night after posting that audio that I never plugged in my phone, resulting in it dying and none of my alarms going off. Thankfully, my best friend was the one working with me today, so I didn’t get my ass chewed out for being late. And I did use your money to spoil the both of us to a concert as an apology gift. I would tell you who, but you’re a complete stranger and could try showing up to every show, searching for me. So let’s just say they’re a band of really hot guys who make really good music and I’m so fucking excited to see them.”

I turn down the road that leads to my apartment building, so I decide that I should probably wrap this up.

“I do want to mention that I’m extremely thankful for your support. Like, more than you think. Especially with a request like this. I always expected my first request being some freak begging me to say some weird shit or talk in a yoda voice as I play with myself. And you know what? This was actually really nice just talking about my day out loud. I don’t have anyone to do that with, so the fact you’re letting me, and paying me, is honestly a fucking wish I didn’t even know I had, come true. I’m gonna enjoy yapping to you, mysterious Thot Pleaser. Anywho, I gotta go. Message me back when you get the chance and hopefully I didn’t annoy you just yet. Byeee.”

I stop the recording as I turn off the car, instantly hoping my shitty car wasn’t making too much noise in the background of the audio, before grabbing my things and heading up towards my apartment.

Once inside, I beeline towards my bedroom and flop down on my bed before pulling up Twitter and clicking on ThotxPleaser’s account. I click on the little message icon then send the audio file with ‘- Angel💋’

Matt | Monday 7:34 PM

I’m fucking stressed. Folio lost his ID and Noah spent all day freaking out because we put his mask on the bus with his other shit and no matter how many times we told him it was there, he just kept saying ‘What if it’s not?’ or asking people, mid packing, if they would ride with him to the depot to check, despite us all seeing it there. I’ve been routinely checking over our equipment time and time again, making sure we have everything because last time, Jolly didn’t tell us he messed with it and we didn’t realize until the first show, having to borrow another band’s guitar last second because he just needed to test out his one last time. And I knew he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, but with everyone running around like headless chickens, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the guys moved something, thinking they were helping.

And to top it all off, Angel sent me a fucking recording that I haven’t been able to look at. My stomach absolutely dropped to my ass when I saw the notification and I feel like shit leaving her waiting for a response but the timing couldn’t have been worse. I could easily listen as we finish getting everything together, but I didn’t know how I was going to react to it and I didn’t have the mental capacity to handle the emotions listening to her would bring me. And I knew I couldn’t listen tonight because the second I get off my feet, I’m going to crash, and we’re going to have to leave early in the morning so the last thing I need is to stay up replaying it on repeat.

But I truly needed nothing more than to hear her right now. I knew her voice could ease most of the stress and overwhelming thoughts. I just couldn’t handle a single distraction at the moment.

Matt | Tuesday 6:47 AM

I draped an arm over my eyes as I felt the bus shake beneath me as I sprawled out on the couch. I managed to get maybe four hours of sleep last night, and I was fucking exhausted, but I couldn’t fall back asleep, even though everyone else passed out within 30 minutes of the bus hitting the road.

We weren’t getting to the first venue until around 3, and I definitely had the time for a small nap, but my nerves felt like they were on fire. The beginning of tour always felt like this, especially with how fast moving it had to be, so I knew the anxiety could calm down within the next week, but right now, my mind wasn’t going to let me feel a single moment of peace.

As I scrolled on my phone, switching between apps to occupy my time, I realized this was the perfect time to finally listen to Angel’s audio. I glance around at the closed curtains of the boy’s bunks before switching over to my alternative account on twitter and opening my DMs. I really hope she got the memo of me not needing anything sexual. I just wanted to hear her voice.

I hit play and instantly it fills my ears like a beautiful melody. I have to hide my chuckle as I hear her stressing over rambling too much. She sounded so adorable. And something about how…domestic…this felt was just melting my brain. If I ignored the fact that she was talking about payment and how to get this to work, the sound of her car driving over suburban roads and the way she’d get distracted by the things around her almost felt like I was on a call with her as she told me about her day.

I let the audio replay one more time, actually taking in her words instead of just listening to her voice, before typing out a reply.

ThotxPleaser - Sorry it took me so long to respond. I’m fine with whatever you want to do. I promise I’ll spoil you no matter what you decide to send. And I’m happy that you can use this as a way to talk about your day. I’ll always be here to listen to you ramble about whatever you need to get off your chest. And I’m glad you’re spoiling yourself, you deserve it. I hope when the concert comes, you’ll tell me about how much fun you had.

ThotxPleaser - Oh that reminds me

I switch over to my Cash App and send off a little gift for her with a smirk on my face.

ThotxPleaser - $1,500

Use this to buy yourself a nice outfit and for you and your friend to get yourselves some merch and food at your show

I want to send more, the need to have a conversation with her overwhelming me, but I don't want to push too far. With a content smile, I finally relax in my seat, sleep taking over almost instantly as my mind plays on how happy I was to come to this agreement with her and how much it’s going to help me, especially knowing it’s going to make her happy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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FOLLOW YOU [Nick Folio x f!Reader]

: ̗̀➛ MASTERLIST

: ̗̀➛SUMMARY: At thirty-seven, Y/n’s life feels like a series of wrong turns—divorced, jobless, and still unable to say no to her parents' expectations. But when she meets Nick, a confident and carefree man ten years her junior, one impulsive night with him challenges everything she thought she knew about herself. : ̗̀➛PAIRING: Nick Folio x f!reader : ̗̀➛WARNINGS: MDNI (i warn you, i'll bite if i catch you), 18+, reader is ten years older than nick, SMUT SMUT SMUT [oral sex (f&m receiving), protected pinv, nick whimpering >:)], mentions that reader is a writer/wants to write, mentions of reader's previous marriage, mentions of matt's lotr obsession and how its shown in fanfics, swearing (idek if it is a warning on my blog anymore, its always present lmao), nick calls reader sweetheart, fluffy smut hehe, y/f/n = your father's name : ̗̀➛WORD COUNT: 6.2K : ̗̀➛A/N: So here's the long awaited request. Again... sorry it took me so long, but I just needed time to get into it. I also kind of answered another request with this (another anon asked for fluffy folio smut, so ur welcome <3). This piece is inspired by Follow You by Bring Me The Horizon and I hope you catch the references c: Enjoy and let me know what you think! <3 TAGLIST AND DIVIDER CREDIT AT THE END

Sometimes, you wondered where you had taken a wrong turn in life. You were approaching your forties, divorced, and had just quit the job you once swore would carry you to retirement. On top of that, you still couldn’t figure out why you lacked the courage to tell your parents "no" - especially when it came to attending their annual parties, extravagant celebrations meant to showcase their success in the music industry.

They had started their record label shortly after your dad had left his old band - right around the time you turned three. You didn’t remember much of life before then, but you had always been aware of the shift. Your mother loved reminiscing about the days when your father was a carefree, bubbly spirit, always lost in music and adventure. Yet, every year at this event, his attempt to reclaim that persona only made it painfully obvious how much everything had changed. It was a cruel reminder of the version of him you never got to experience.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your father - you had your moments. But looking back on your childhood, you saw the contrast between his distant, absent nature and the high-spirited character he played at these gatherings. It was no wonder your marriage had unraveled so quickly - just over a year ago; you had recognized the same facade in your ex-husband, the same manufactured charm that cracked under the weight of reality.

Despite your silent vows to endure these nights for the sake of keeping your parents happy, the resentment still crept in, suffocating you.

You caught your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the neckline of your dress - a simple black gown with a high slit, a deliberate choice against the more extravagant dress your mother had picked out. The discussion about it had already been held, and as expected, your mother had sighed in disappointment but relented. At least the heels and necklace sat right with her.

The event had been going on for an hour, yet it already felt like an eternity. Of course, you had arrived early to help with the final decorations, avoiding your father in the process. He had been too engrossed in boasting about their latest signing - a rising metalcore band. You hadn’t even bothered to listen to their music, uninterested in indulging yet another conversation about his triumphs. Worse still, he had managed to lace his bragging with subtle reminders that your own life was, in his eyes, going nowhere. His disappointment clung to you like a second skin, suffocating and inescapable.

You inhaled sharply, composing yourself before stepping back into the party, your practiced smile back in place.

An hour later, you found yourself stuck in a painfully dull conversation with a producer who couldn’t keep his eyes off your cleavage. You were contemplating an excuse to leave when your mother’s voice interrupted.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” She appeared at your side, her manicured hand pressing against your back as she steered you toward the bar. "I need you to meet some people."

You barely had time to react before you were standing in front of two men. One was tall, covered in tattoos almost from head to toe, while the other, slightly shorter, had long dark brown hair up in a bun. Both turned to you with polite smiles, setting down their drinks.

“Don’t be rude, Y/N.” Your mother’s whisper was sharp as she leaned toward your ear. “These are two of the members from our new band. Bad Omens, you remember?”

You forced a brighter smile, though it felt unnatural, and muttered a soft, “Hi.”

They returned your wave with casual nods.

“These are Noah, the singer, and Joakim, the guitarist,” your mother continued, beaming with pride as if she had personally discovered them herself.

Sensing your discomfort, they nodded again with small smiles, clearly recognizing your reluctance to be there. Without warning, your mother excused herself, abandoning you with them and leaving you scrambling for small talk.

You took a long sip of your drink before clearing your throat. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all ours,” Joakim, the one with long hair, said with a smirk. “We didn’t know Y/F/N had kids.”

“Yeah, he tends to forget to mention that,” you replied, forcing a chuckle.

An awkward silence stretched between you, and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “So, how many are in the band?” you finally asked.

“Four,” Noah answered. “Our bassist got sick before the event, and honestly, I have no idea where Folio wandered off to.” He smiled, seemingly trying to put you at ease.

You nodded, looking around, already searching for an escape route. “I don’t wanna keep you up.”

“You’re not,” Joakim assured you. “We get how nerve-wracking these events can be.”

You appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn’t enough to make you stay. “I think I’m gonna get some air,” you excused yourself, not waiting for a response before slipping away.

Weaving through the crowd, you found your way to the second-floor balcony, a hidden haven where you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed.

Or so you thought.

Pushing open the door, you were met with the sight of a man sitting on the floor, staring out at the city skyline. The unexpected presence startled you, nearly making you drop the bottle of wine you had swiped from storage.

“Jesus, you scared me,” you breathed out, clutching the bottle tighter as he turned to face you.

He had dark hair, cut short, and a tattoo creeping up the side of his neck. Leaning back on his hands, he regarded you with mild curiosity - cigarette in his hand.

“Didn’t think anyone else would come up here,” he said simply, turning his gaze back to the view.

You sighed before settling down next to him, offering him some of the finger food you had grabbed along the way. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna judge you for running away. I do it every year.”

He chuckled, taking a pastry from your hand. “What band are you in?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m in a band?”

His expression shifted to surprise. “Not like there’s anything wrong with being in one,” you said, feeling how your face heated up.

You then took a deep breath before taking a sip from the bottle. “My father owns the record label. Which means I have to be here.”

“Ah,” was all he said.

You studied him. “That’s it? No follow-up? No sucking up because my dad might give you a better deal?”

He scoffed. “Considering you’re up here instead of schmoozing, I figured you’d had enough of that for one night.”

You exhaled a laugh. “Fair enough. So, who are you? Considering how you look, I’d guess you’re in a band.”

“What makes you think I’m in a band?” He exclaimed, mocking your earlier expression.

You smirked with him as he clearly enjoyed throwing your words back at you. “You look young, and your eyes still have that glint of hope.”

He laughed. “That’s dark.”

“And I’m not wrong.”

“I’m 27,” he said, feigning offense.

“Exactly. Younger than me.”

He shook his head, smirking. “I’m with Bad Omens. I’m their drummer.”

You tilted your head, defeated. “Damn, I really can’t outrun you guys at all.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, surprise threading through his words.

You sat up straighter. “What do I mean? You mean, besides the fact that you are my Dad’s new favorite topic to talk about when he’s not subtly bashing me for making all the wrong life choices?”

“Can’t be that bad if he still invites you to things like this.” He mumbled, making you roll your eyes.

“How encouraging of you,” you scoffed, pushing yourself up from the ground as a cold breeze drifted over the balcony.

“That’s always been my strength,” he said with a grin, stepping up beside you at the railing.

For the next few minutes, you both stared out at the city lights in silence. He radiated a calmness that made it easier to think about the things you’d been trying so hard to ignore.

“Can I be honest with you?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, hesitant to break the peaceful quiet between you.

“Of course.” He glanced at you briefly before looking back at the skyline.

You exhaled. “Sometimes, I’m disappointed in myself.” The words left your lips like a weight lifting off your shoulders.

“Why?”

“I feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, and I’m rapidly approaching forty.”

“You’re really bitter for a woman in the prime of her life,” he mused, making you shoot him an offended look. He smirked before continuing. “Maybe you should try living in the moment… Just a little.”

“That’s easy for someone your age to say.” You crossed your arms.

“Come on.” He shrugged. “Being in a band is a great example. But let’s be real - I can’t see myself drumming at seventy. Well, I can, but my back definitely won’t be on board.”

You huffed but couldn’t help relaxing a little. He had a point, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

“I want to go home.” You grinned, but he just rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. What do you want to do with your life?”

You let out a long sigh, thinking. “Honestly? I’ve always wanted to write.”

“Like novels?” He took a final drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stamping it out.

You nodded.

“So why don’t you?” he pressed, and the frustration bubbled up - because that was the one question you never had an answer to.

“Because I need to make a living, and a few unfinished Word documents aren’t exactly paying my rent,” you muttered, running a hand over your face.

“If J.R.R. Tolkien had said that - our tour manager would be stuck with some pretty dull fanfiction about him, since no one would’ve written about his Lord of the Rings obsession.”

You chuckled. “Wait… so you read fanfiction about your tour manager?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“You’re dodging the question,” he shot back, meeting your gaze. For a second, you held it before smirking and looking away.

“And you don’t want to admit you’ve read fanfiction about yourself and your bandmates,” you teased.

Before silence could settle between you again, he spoke up. “Alright, hear me out. Let’s get out of here. We’ll go wherever you want, do whatever you want. And - just to contradict your assumption - I appreciate creativity, but I’d rather not read fanfiction about myself.”

“You’ve gone mad.” You cried out in shock at his request.

That was when he made the statement that turned the whole evening around. “And you’re boring.”

Not even ten minutes later, the cool night air wrapped around you as you and the guy, who finally told you his name was Nick, slipped away from the grand event, leaving behind the murmur of conversations and the clinking of expensive champagne glasses. Your father’s party had felt suffocating, each forced interaction weighing you down like a stone. But out here, under the city lights, you could finally breathe.

“So,” Nick mused, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, “where to?”

You glanced at him, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind, his expression open and waiting. For a moment, the answer eluded you. You hadn’t expected him to actually follow through on his offer to go anywhere, do anything. Most people just made empty gestures, but not him.

Then, a memory flickered in your mind. “There’s this small carnival on the edge of town,” you said. “I haven’t been there in years. And it’s open until midnight.”

Nick grinned. “A carnival? I like it. Lead the way.”

The cab ride was filled with easy conversation and laughter, the lingering tension from the party dissolving into the background. When you arrived, the sight of colorful lights spinning in the distance and the scent of cotton candy and fried food instantly lifted your spirits. It was a world away from the pristine elegance of your parents’ gathering, and you welcomed the contrast.

“Alright,” Nick said as you both stepped onto the fairgrounds, hands tucked into his pockets. “What’s first? Ferris wheel? Haunted house? Overpriced snacks?”

You tapped a finger against your chin, pretending to deliberate. “You know, I think I’d like to see you utterly fail at one of those impossible game booths.”

His mouth fell open in mock offense. “Excuse me? You know I’m a drummer. That means, I have impeccable hand-eye coordination.”

You laughed, nudging him toward the nearest booth, where a pyramid of cans sat daringly on a wooden shelf. The game operator smirked as Nick handed over a few bills and took aim with the weighted baseball. His first attempt barely rattled the metal. The second was better, but still, they stood firm.

“You know,” you mused, watching him narrow his eyes at the stubborn cans, “it’s okay to admit defeat.”

“Never.” He rolled his shoulders back and took a deep breath before throwing his final shot. To both your surprise, the cans crashed to the ground with a satisfying clatter.

Nick turned to you with a triumphant grin. “Told you.”

The game operator begrudgingly handed him a prize - a stuffed bear with comically large eyes. Without hesitation, Nick turned and placed it in your arms. “For you.”

You laughed, hugging the plush toy to your chest. “I have to admit, I’m impressed.”

“As you should be.”

For the next hour, you wandered through the fairgrounds, riding rickety coasters and attempting to best each other at whack-a-mole. The easy banter between you never faltered, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying the moment in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

Eventually, you found yourselves standing before the Ferris wheel, its towering frame outlined in twinkling lights. You hesitated for only a moment before Nick took your hand, tugging you gently toward the ride. “Come on. It’s not a real carnival experience without this.”

The ride attendant ushered you into a seat, and as the wheel began to turn, the world seemed to slow. The city sprawled out before you, a sea of golden lights stretching into the distance. The sounds of the carnival faded, leaving only the gentle creak of the wheel and the occasional burst of laughter from below.

“This is nice,” you admitted softly, hugging the stuffed bear to your chest.

Nick glanced at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Yeah, it is.”

A comfortable silence settled between you as you reached the top of the wheel. The carriage rocked slightly with the breeze, and you shivered involuntarily. Without a word, Nick scooped closer, weirdly shrugged off his jacket since the carriage was rather small and draped it over your shoulders.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured, touched by the gesture.

“I know,” he said simply, his voice warm. “But I wanted to.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, only to find him already watching you. His gaze was soft, steady, and there was something about the way he looked at you that made your breath hitch. You didn’t really know if you would regret this whole thing, considering you had completely different lives. On top of that he was almost ten years younger than you. You didn’t even know what you wanted. Then, his words shot into your head again. ‘Maybe you should try living in the moment.’

Before you could get lost in your doubts, you leaned in.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant - like testing the waters before diving in. But then Nick’s hand lifted to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek, and you melted into him. The world around you faded, the moment stretching infinitely as his lips moved against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. Your hands searched for something to hold onto and soon grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him even closer to you, causing him to sigh into the kiss in surprise.

When the Ferris wheel began its descent, you finally pulled away, your heart was hammering against your ribs. Nick studied you for a long moment before a slow smile spread across his lips.

“That was unexpected,” he murmured, though there was no surprise in his eyes - only something warm, something hopeful.

You swallowed, suddenly shy. “Was it… okay?”

His fingers trailed lightly down your arm before settling over your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “More than okay.”

The city lights, the carnival sounds, even the crisp night air - they were all secondary to the warmth of Nick’s hand in yours, the lingering taste of the kiss still on your lips.

As you walked back toward the exit of the fairgrounds, his hand still entwined with yours, you felt something shift inside you. For the first time in a long while, you weren’t dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. You were just here. Living in the moment. With Nick.

And it felt right.

When you reached your apartment building that wasn’t too far away from the carnival, you hesitated at the door, glancing up at him. He watched you expectantly, his expression unreadable. In any other moment you would have said your goodbyes and vanished into the comfort of your home. But not today.

“Do you…” You hesitated, then exhaled, smiling softly. “Do you want to come in?”

Nick’s lips twitched upward, and without a word, he followed you inside.

The night was far from over.

You suppressed a giggle as Nick almost instantly pressed you against your front door, his lips meeting yours in a forceful manner, causing you to drop the bear he had won for you on the floor. It’s like you forgot to breathe for a solid minute, taking the moment in before kissing him deeper. Your tongues met as you clutch onto the dress shirt he was wearing.

You felt how his hands roamed your body as if he tried to memorize every inch of you. The need for him sat deep in your stomach and begged him silently for any kind of resolve from his teasing hands. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers dancing over his hair as you slowly guide him towards your bedroom.

He let out a small yelp as he stumbled at the edge of your bed, causing you to laugh as you collide with him on the mattress. For a short second, you both caught your breath before looking in each other's eyes. The easy banter was quickly replaced with intensity in the form of his brown eyes staring at you as they darkened with desire.

You had seen this look in a couple of eyes before, but never had it felt anything like his gaze. Everything suddenly felt like it made sense to you. Like everything that happened to you needed to happen to lead you to this moment.

One of his hands slowly traveled downwards, hiking up your dress and grabbing your thigh before he turned you on your back. You instantly wrapped the leg he was gripping onto around his waist to drag him closer to you.

You felt his hot breath on your face, when he whispered. “As much as I love this dress, I bet it would look a lot better on the floor.”

“Just like your shirt.” You threw back at him with a smirk before leaning into him again, your lips meeting in another kiss as you slowly but surely slipped out of your clothes.

You sighed out in anticipation, while his hands started to travel over your body again. When his fingers latched to your pussy, drawing small circles over your panties, your thighs began to shake. “Holy shit. You’re already so wet, sweetheart.”

He added more pressure, watching as you threw your head back. “Shit, that feels good.”

“Does it?” He teased as his lips attached to your neck with wet kisses. “You like that?”

“Fuck… yes. I-...” You let out a small moan. “I need you.”

In any other scenario you would have felt weird. You couldn’t really remember when was the last time you let go of yourself, but when Nick softly giggled against your neck and pushed your panties to the side, your mind was filled with nothing but him. He was everything you saw. He didn’t wait long before slowly pushing two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, if you already feel so good like this, I don’t even know how amazing you would feel around my cock.” He sighed in a deep voice.

For a couple of seconds he curled his fingers inside of you and you internally cursed yourself out for not getting with a drummer way earlier. But then, he suddenly removed his fingers without a warning, causing you to moan out in disappointment. But that feeling was quickly gone, when he carefully leaned on his knees and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties.

You looked each other in the eyes, as he slowly dragged the fabric down your legs. He never once broke eye-contact as he plastered small kisses on your inner thigh, slowly but surely getting to the part where you needed him the most.

Your back immediately arched when you felt his tongue on your pussy, taking slow but determined licks. “You taste so good.” He gasped, his tongue replaced by his finger for a moment, while you moaned.

After that he lifted your legs over his shoulder, while his mouth told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Before long, your legs started to shake in his grip. Your hands tangled in your sheets as he drew whine after whine from you. That was when you felt his fingers back inside of you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut while almost screaming out his name. The combo of his curled fingers and the gentle suck on your clit caused you to arch your back even more as you felt the pleasure washing over you. Without a warning you snapped, crying out his name in desperate pleas as he tried to keep your hips from moving against his face. He could drag you through hell if it meant you could be held by him for any longer.

He coaxed you through your high, kissing your pussy until you stopped to shake under his touch.

You quickly sat up, dragging his face to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you kissed him.

“I need to see you.” You confessed as your hands travelled to the button of his trousers, opening it - not wasting a second to slip it down his legs.

“How bad?” He tried to tease you with a lopsided grin and yelped when you took all your strength to turn the two of you - him now laying on his back.

You quickly straddled him, letting your hands roam over his torso as you placed small kisses on him - beginning at his neck, slowly making your way down to the seam of his pants. You didn’t even know who he was a day ago and you did exactly see yourself with a guy younger than you, but as you sucked and bit into his skin - marking your territory - you felt like being on top of him was the only place you belonged to.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him tense under your touch and ever so often he let out a breathy moan or bucked his hips upward. The evidence of his arousal was astonishingly clear, the bulge in his boxers clearly visible - almost begging for your attention. Nick felt like he was your one-man cult at this point.

You slowly slipped off the bed, kneeling between his legs while looking him deeply in the eyes. “I think you’re the one to explain how much you want this.” You mocked his teasing tone from just minutes before.

“Please.” He muttered under his breath - almost shaking. While you wanted nothing more than to hear him begging for it, you needed to admit that you were rather impatient yourself, so you slowly hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear - dragging it down so painfully slowly, he let out a long stuttering breath.

You carefully wrapped your hand around his member, soaking in the hiss he let out at the contact. You watched his face, observing every little reaction he had to you as you slowly placed your lips on the tip of his cock. “Oh, god-” Nick choked out.

You couldn’t help but smile at his frame. You were certain, the look he had on his face belonged in an art museum.

You placed a small kiss on the tip, licking at the drop of precum that gave the clear indication of his arousal, as if his hard on wasn’t enough. You hummed at the salty taste, leaning in to suck every last drop off him.

You didn’t look away from his face as you leaned in closer and took a long lick over his shaft. “Shit - Fuck… I-... That feels-... hmmm. You’re all I need.”

Your heart swelled with pride as you finally took him into your mouth, almost too enthusiastically bobbing up and down on his length. His moans sounded like the most perfect melody you’ve ever heard as his right hand landed in your hair to get some kind of stabilization.

“You need to… fuck- Imma cum if you don’t stop.” He whined out and the grip on your hair became firmer.

For a second, you ignored his call out, continuing to move up and down. Only when you felt him slightly twitch in your mouth, you pulled away - his grip loosening on your hair - causing him to moan out in frustration, his hips chasing after you.

You let out a small giggle as you stood to your feet again, crawling up to him with a playful glint in your eyes. His gaze darkened with something deeper, something unreadable yet intoxicating. The space between you felt electric, each inch you closed sending a thrilling pulse through your veins.

Just as you reached him, his hands found your waist, firm yet hesitant, as if savoring the moment before taking more. With a swift motion, you were on your back again, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the heat rolling off him. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you, his weight pressing into you in a way that made your pulse race.

His smile was slow, knowing, filling you with a warmth that you weren’t sure you had ever felt before. His fingers traced a lazy path down your arm, barely touching, but setting your nerves alight with anticipation. You could feel the heat of his breath as if he was your oxygen, teasing, making you wait.

When his lips finally brushed against yours, it was achingly soft - a whisper of a kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back just enough for you to chase after him, your lips parting with a quiet plea. That was all it took.

He groaned softly before deepening the kiss, his lips molding against yours with slow, deliberate intent. His hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The kiss turned feverish, needy, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume you both.

Every brush of his lips, every teasing stroke of his tongue, sent sparks igniting beneath your skin. Your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping tight as you pulled him impossibly closer. He responded with a deep, satisfied sound, pressing into you, letting you feel the full weight of his desire.

Time blurred. The world outside of this moment ceased to exist. There was only him - his touch, his breath, the way he kissed you like he was starving for you. And as he broke away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath rough and uneven, you knew this was only the beginning.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough, edged with something unreadable. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. His words, soft yet intense, settled deep in your chest, making your heart stutter.

You blinked up at him in surprise, caught off guard by the way he was looking at you - like you were something rare, something he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch but couldn’t stop himself from reaching for. The space between you felt charged, a quiet storm building, the weight of unspoken things pressing down on you both.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of you. His lips hovered just above yours, close enough to drive you insane, but he didn’t kiss you again - not yet. Instead, his gaze held you in place, searching, burning, making it impossible to look away.

For a brief moment, it almost slipped your mind that you had just met him hours ago. That this intensity between you had no logic, no reason to exist - but it did. It was there, thrumming beneath your skin, threading through the air between you, pulling you deeper into something you didn’t fully understand.

“I think if you don’t fuck me in the next couple of seconds, I’ll confess my love to you.” You joked even though you weren’t entirely sure if there wasn’t a tiny amount of truth in your humorous statement.

“Your wish is my command.” He answered with a smirk on his face, before he got up, rumbling through the pocket of his pants. He quickly opened the shiny package, before rolling the condom on his member.

After that he crawled between your legs again with a smile that warmed your entire body.

“So, you just have a condom in your pants at all times?” You joked, which he responded to with a teasing “You don’t?”

You hadn’t enough time to answer him as he dragged his cock through your wet folds, causing you to moan out surprisingly loud. You quickly bit down on your bottom lip to muffle the sound as he slowly pushed inside of you.

He placed his right hand on your cheek as he bottomed out, brushing your lip. “Don’t do that, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.”

You choked back a whine, swallowing hard as his words seeped through you. “That… That feels good.”

Nick smiled as he wrapped an arm around you. He lifted his hips, slowly filling you before bringing it back out. His name slipped over your lips like it was a prayer.

You meet his hips as you found your pace. Your head almost instantly felt dizzy, still being worked up from your previous actions and you knew he felt the same. Heat was building in your stomach as you repeatedly moaned out in pleasure, desperately seeking your climax.

“Please tell me you’re close. I won’t be able to hold back any longer.” Nick whined out, his forehead touching yours as you slightly nodded, not being able to form comprehensible words.

“Nick.” You whimpered out as his hand travelled between you, almost instantly starting to circle your clit again.

The movements of your hips in combination with his hand sent you over the edge almost instantly. You quickly leaned up and kissed him, your moan being swallowed by his mouth as you clenched around his cock. Not even ten seconds later, you felt him twitch inside of you, each thrust harder than the last before he pulled away from your mouth with a loud moan of your name - the grip of his hands on your hips almost bruising as he came undone.

His lips brushed against yours one last time before he pulled out and let himself fall to your side, his breath still uneven, his forehead resting against neck. The air between you was thick, charged with something neither of you wanted to name but both felt down to your bones.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just lay there, breathing each other in, letting the world around you settle into quiet stillness. The only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets beneath you, the steady rhythm of your breaths mixing together in the hush of the room.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to look at him, your pulse still thrumming in your ears. He was watching you, his gaze unreadable yet full of something intense, something that made your stomach tighten. His fingers traced absent patterns along your arm, a lazy, absentminded motion that sent shivers through you despite its softness.

Everything about this felt unreal. The warmth of his body beside yours, the lingering press of his lips still ghosting over your own, the weight of what had just happened settling between you like a secret neither of you were ready to break.

It almost felt foolish, how easily you had fallen into this - into him. How just hours ago, he had been a stranger, a passing moment in the grand blur of your life. And yet, here he was, lying next to you, his presence as familiar as if he had always been there.

He let out a slow, measured breath and turned onto his side, propping himself up, discarding the condom in the trash nearby before leaning on one elbow as he studied you. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice low, rough around the edges.

You hesitated, your fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on the sheet. What were you thinking? That this was insane? That you should be questioning it more? That you didn’t want him to leave?

Instead of answering right away, you reached out, letting your fingers trail down his arm over his tattoo, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. He didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned into it, like he craved it as much as you did.

“Stay,” you finally murmured, the word barely more than a breath. It came out quieter than you intended, but you knew he heard it by the way his expression shifted - something softer, something more certain.

His lips quivered into a slow, knowing smile, like the answer had been obvious before you even asked. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement, but also something else - something real.

A warmth spread through your chest, easing away whatever hesitation had been lingering there. You exhaled, turning onto your side to face him fully, your fingers still tracing his skin absentmindedly.

“Good,” you said softly, and you meant it more than you probably should.

He didn’t say anything else - he didn’t need to. Instead, he reached out, pulling you close again, letting you settle into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arm draped over your waist, his touch easy, unhurried.

As you lay there beside Nick, the quiet hum of his breathing steady against your skin, a thought crept in - the kind you usually tried to push away.

How had you ended up here?

Just days ago, you were drowning in the weight of expectations - your parents’ insistence, the suffocating parties, the career that no longer felt like yours. You had spent years following a path you once believed in, only to realize too late that it had never really been yours to begin with. And yet, for all your running, you had never truly stopped long enough to ask yourself what you actually wanted.

Until tonight.

Tonight, you hadn’t thought about the past or the future. You hadn’t worried about disappointing anyone. You hadn’t been the woman who always said yes to keep the peace.

Tonight, you had let yourself feel.

Nick stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as if he could sense your thoughts pulling you away. You glanced at him, the soft glow of the night casting shadows over his features. He was so young - too young, maybe - but there was something about him, something steady and unshaken, that made you feel more yourself than you had in years.

The realization sent a quiet thrill through you, equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

This wasn’t a part of the plan. He wasn’t a part of the plan.

And maybe that was exactly what made it feel so right.

You exhaled slowly, pressing closer to his warmth, letting the weight of the moment settle over you.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t care where the night would lead.

For the first time in a long time, you weren’t looking for the wrong turn.

Maybe, just maybe, you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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concretejunglefm · 1 month ago

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I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 1).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies -> playlist, part 1, part 2, part 3

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst.

WC: 3.2k.

Dividers: Silent-stories.

Had Noah cheated, you believe that you could've handled everything a lot better, but somehow what he did had been worse.

It wasn't cheating, even if you couldn't ignore the pit in your stomach when you thought about him and her together.

Noah's ex had joined the last leg of his tour as an opening act, and while under any other circumstances it wouldn't have bothered you, his nonchalant attitude about it did.

This had been a man who spent time after time cursing her out to you, pushing aside any doubts or worries you had felt when it came to her, and now he didn't care if she was joining him in the most important aspect of his life.

Even worse was how he’d knocked back your own suggestion of joining him.

"It's only for a few days. I'll get to watch you play, and we can see it as a vacation." "You can see it as that. For me, it's work, babe. You know that, and you know how important it is to me." "I know I just thought." "Well, don't. Not this time. Maybe next time."

You did your best to brush off the hurt at the time, and now again as the memory resurfaces.

Noah didn't cheat, but what he did was close enough to make you feel heartbroken and forgotten about.

Messages and calls came less and less during this leg, and now you were sitting up early Saturday morning going through the posts on your Twitter feed like a fool, allowing yourself to be more hurt with each one that you came across.

@badoxmens: Did you see Noah and his ex on stage last night?

@ieatconcreeete: I hope this means they're finally getting back together !!

@artitficalsuicide: If I were his girlfriend, I would hate myself right now.

@deduckingthrone: Noah has a girlfriend? Are you sure? Him and his ex looked pretty cozy if he does.

The videos and pictures which accompanied the tweets did nothing to ease the rising bile in your throat, and every attempt to reach Noah was left unanswered.

Noah ignored every single text and call you made to him, not bothering to even make it obvious that he was ignoring you, the delivered and read notifications driving you mad until you had to stop yourself altogether.

Instead of breaking up with you, he ghosted you, your only proof of this coming a week later when another set of videos and photos showed up on your feed of him attending the album launch party of his ex.

There was no ignoring the closeness between them, the way he lingered by her in the one video, the way they were caught slipping off together and hovering a little too closely in another.

You almost went to write out a long-winded text, one full of all your feelings for everything that had transpired over the past week, but instead settled for a simple 'fuck you'. Even going as far as to block and delete his number to not allow for any temptation in reaching out to him.

You deserved better than this, that whatever had transpired for Noah to play with your feelings in this manner and you decided then that you'd do whatever it took to move on.

"What you need is a girls’ trip." The suggestion from your best friend came as no surprise, Sloan would always choose a spa day or a girls’ trip whenever she felt a need to unwind, which was practically every week according to her.

"Huh?" You snap back from your own thoughts, mindlessly stirring a spoon in your latte.

"Babe, please tell me that you are not still hung up on that guy." You hear both the pity and disdain in her tone.

To Sloan boys were nothing more than toys to be played with, to be thrown down and picked back up whenever she wanted. That was her trick to not being hurt.

"It's been two years."

"I know." You don't even need to give her a real answer for her to know, but it still doesn't stop your mind from wandering and from the pang in your chest each time you think about him.

“Girls’ trip, this weekend and I'm not taking no for an answer."

You wish that she had taken no for an answer.

A girl’s trip sounded delightful until she suggested Vegas and you were squeezing yourself onto a last-minute flight there. You wouldn't have minded had it not been for the fact that your seats were apart from one another and you had been given a middle seat, which meant you were now stuck in between two strangers.

Moving along the aisle towards your seat, you slide your weekend bag from your shoulder and toss it into the overhead bin. Looking down at your ticket, you confirm the seat number and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you tap on the shoulder of the man sitting on the end seat, covered up with a black hoodie.

"Excuse me. I'm 33B." You gesture to the empty space beside him, and the minute you catch a familiar pair of brown eyes gaze back at you, you feel your heart plummet into your stomach and bile rising up your throat.

Noah.

You're ready to make a dash towards the back of the plane, either to throw up in the bathroom or attempt to throw yourself out of the emergency exit.

"Sor—."

He cuts himself off on the sight of you, and you huff as he moves himself and allows for you to squeeze past.

When you fall into the middle seat, you find Jolly sitting on the other side of you and realize that they must be on their way to a show.

In Vegas?

You almost turn and ask him but decide not to. You spent the last two years ignoring his and his band's existence; you can do that for another hour on this flight.

When you dare a glance in Jolly's direction, he's already sliding his headphones on and looking out of the window, completely disengaging himself. You're almost jealous. You'd do anything to disappear from this moment's event, even exchange seats with the Swede so as not to be sat next to Noah.

As the flight pulls out to taxi, you feel Noah's leg bouncing against your own. You know it's his nerves. He's always been a nervous flyer, and it makes you wonder why he's choosing to fly instead of driving to Vegas.

You mentally smack yourself because it's not your place to wonder these things or even care about them anymore.

"Will you stop that?" You finally voice your annoyance as the plane begins its descent down the runway.

"You know I'm a nervous flyer!" He retorts, and yes, you do know, but he's not supposed to highlight that fact.

“Yeah, but it's annoying." You snipe beneath your breath.

"I can't help it!"

You sound like a couple of squabbling kids, and you hit your knee against his as if to prove a point for him to stop, but he only bounces his leg harder.

It's as if he's purposely trying to piss you off, and unfortunately for you, it's working.

"Just—" You reach over and press your hand down on his thigh, forcing his leg still. "There. Stop."

He does stop, but then you feel his larger tattooed hand atop yours, and his fingers slip beneath and around your own as if choosing to accept this as you giving him some form of comfort.

You're not, but you can hardly pull your hand away as the plane begins to take off and you feel his fingers tightening around yours, signifying his general fear and discomfort over flying.

That is until you're hit with the reminder that this guy ghosted you, and you owe him nothing.

You snatch your hand back, glaring at him as he looks down at you.

"What was that for?"

“Oh, please, you're a big boy. Hold your own damn hand if you're that scared." You don't hold back on the mockery in your tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I was always there for you, and this is how you repay me?"

“Oh, please, you were there for your own ego."

You feel Noah lean in closer to you and you edge yourself away as best as you can without causing too much disruption to Jolly tucked in the window seat.

"You could at least try to make this work."

You hear him whisper, and your mouth drops open due to the utter audacity this man has to even suggest such a thing.

"Why would I do that when you did such a great job proving you're not worth the effort?" You snipe back, keeping your voice low.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're really choosing now to play dumb? God, you really are all muscle and no brains now, aren't you?"

You couldn't ignore the fact that over the past two years he had buffed out even more than you can remember.

Noah had always been physically fit during the time you were together, with muscles coming in, but there was something more toned and larger about him now.

It was a noticeable enough sight that could have any girl drooling over him.

But not you.

You refused to engage with the thought.

"So what you're saying is you think I look hot?"

You don't need to look at him to see it; you can hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes you shake with anger at how unfazed he appears by all of this.

You can't resist jabbing your elbow into his side, resulting in him letting out a whine which draws the attention of passengers around you to look over.

"What was that for?" Noah grumbles, bringing a hand to his side as he rubs the spot you’d caught.

"Because you're a dumbass." You spit out between gritted teeth.

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" You haven't even noticed the seatbelt signs turn off, and when you look up, you spot a young air hostess peering in at you both. The moment her eyes catch sight of Noah, you spot that sudden flash of recognition in her own.

"Here we go," You mumble under your breath, rolling your own eyes as you direct your head forward and press back against the headrest.

You wait to hear it, his charm that he always uses whenever there's a fan who recognizes him in a place he doesn't want to be noticed.

He's suave with it, and it always made you swoon in the beginning because you believed that he was merely trying to seek out his privacy for you both, but now you realize it was just one of his many tactics for keeping up some reputation he felt the need to uphold.

"Well, well... It looks like someone has good taste in music. You just made my day… but if you don't mind keeping it between us?"

You scoff and press your lips together when feeling the heat of a stare on you, but the air hostesses' quiet giggling is enough to prove that his little charm worked.

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes. "Real smooth." You remark once she leaves down the plane aisle to attend to another passenger.

"It worked on you, didn't it?"

"Don't flatter yourself. That was after five drinks, and I'd been eyeing up Folio all night."

"Oh—"

"Will you both quit it before I bang your heads together!" Jolly cuts Noah off, interrupting your squabbling.

"She started it." Noah argues, and your head turns back to him as you shoot him a glare.

If looks could kill, you'd have done it multiple times by now.

The rest of the flight wasn't any easier, between playing elbow hockey with Noah over the armrest and more snide remarks, you were thankful the moment the plane came into land, unbuckling your belt and attempting to move the moment the seatbelt sign turned off.

"The plane hasn't even come to a stop." Noah points out as you attempt to stand, ushering him to move out of your way.

"I don't care, just move." You huff and glare down at him as he remains still, his tattooed hands sitting and tapping on his thighs, barely giving you a brief glance.

"Not even a please? You're so rude."

You know that you shouldn’t, but you begin to attempt climbing over him, holding onto the seat in front as you try to drag yourself past him and over his lap, muttering as you go. "And you are absolutely incorrigible."

"Wow, that's a new one. Is it your word of the day?"

You glance behind him and see him attempting to push back into his seat more, as if that's helping you in any way, and when you see his hand raise, you instinctively swat at it with the assumption he's going to touch you.

"Ow?! There was no need for that."

Finally free from your row, you huff and pull yourself together, reaching for the overhead bin and pulling out your bag.

“Well, this was fun. I really hope we never have to do it again." You glare at him and begin making your way down the aisle with the rest of the passengers towards the exit door.

You've never been happier to see the back of a plane in your life, moving as fast as your legs will let you through the crowd of people, almost missing the sound of Sloan's voice as she calls after you.

"Wait up, speedy!" She laughs as she finally catches up, and you come to a slow down, shaking your head free of all the thoughts which had been swirling around in there due to the unexpected reunion you just briefly had with your ex.

"Sorry. I just had to get out of there."

"That wasn't who I think it was, was it?" You spare a glance over at Sloan, and your irritated expression gives that answer away. "It was? What was he doing on a plane to Vegas?"

"I can't say I really cared to ask him, Sloan." Your tone has a bite still left over from the sniping that you and Noah had done. "Sorry, he just really gets under my skin."

"I can see that."

"The sooner we're at the hotel, the better. Then I can wash this whole thing off me, and we can finally start enjoying our girls' weekend."

"Yes! Girls’ weekend. No talk about stupid boys." Sloan slips her arm around yours, linking you together as she lets out an excited 'woohoo'. It makes you laugh, and you finally feel the tension that being sat next to Noah for the last hour had caused, slipping away.

It's a feeling which is short-lived, however.

After making your way through the airport and standard checks, you reach the taxi rank outside, and as you open the door, you turn back to call for Sloan, only to be met with the 6'3 asshole who's covered in tattoos.

“Oh, thanks, you shouldn't have." He flashes you a grin as he slides into your taxi, followed by Jolly, who offers you a brief apologetic look. Maybe you should've been giving him a harder time if he was enabling this stupid behavior.

You stand speechless as they pull the door close, tossing daggers at the cab as it drives away and a scream rumbles in your throat.��

"Where's the taxi?" Sloan asks as she chooses now to join you. You grumble something incoherent under your breath as you turn to wave down the next incoming taxi.

She's now joining Noah and Jolly on your shit list.

"It's going to be perfect! There's a spa, three pool areas. One of them is an infinity pool off the balcony upstairs." Sloan continues to drone on about the hotel and everything it includes. You only have a weekend here, but she's already planning multiple ways for you to take advantage of everything.

Currently, your mind is back on Noah and his stupid, smug ass face as he stole your taxi. You try to distract yourself from it, shaking him from your thoughts and coming back into the present, to this weekend.

Seeing him was a blip, but you refused to allow him to derail your plans or excitement.

Counting the room numbers down the hallway, you look up as you come closer to yours, room number: 308.

Sloan has the room opposite you, disappearing inside after making plans to knock on after shower and changing. A shower sounds perfect right about now, not only to wash off the plane smell but also with being in such proximity to Noah in general.

As you fiddle with the room key, you hear a familiar voice, which causes your back to raise. Turning your head, you peer down the hallway, watching a group of familiar faces grow nearer to you. Noah is the one trailing behind, while Folio and Matt's voices are the ones you hear echoing down the hall.

You hastily attempt to open your hotel room door, being met with the red light before trying again.

You huff and close your eyes to calm yourself from growing irrationally angry.

Hearing the voices past you, you open your eyes and look back to find Noah standing at the door next to yours, room number: 310.

"Hey, neighbor." Noah flashes you a grin, and you shake your head in protest.

"No."

"No?" He repeats back at you in a question, his brows knitting together. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean no, we are not neighbors, and you cannot be here. Not in this room, not in this hotel. Hell, not even in this state." You're being irrational, but you never did quite have much rationality when it came to him. You always found yourself diving in headfirst to whatever thought crossed your mind.

"And who said this? You?" Noah raises a brow at you, taking a step closer as he leans a hand against the wall.

He easily towers over you, and under any other circumstance before now, that would have you weak at the knees and buckling for him, but right now it has you infuriated that he's somehow here, ruining your weekend and attempting to charm you.

"Yes."

"Still as bossy as ever, I see."

"And you're still an asshole." You snipe back, your eyes narrowing, still attempting to get your keycard in your door and slip away from this conversation.

"Ouch, that hurt." Noah raises his free hand, bringing it to his chest, feigning a tone of disbelief and hurt while you roll your eyes in response.

“Oh, please, that would insinuate you had any feelings to begin with."

"I have a lot of feelings, actually. Such as feeling sorry for you while watching you struggle with something so easy. Here, let me."

Before you have a chance to protest, he's reaching out to take your hotel room key and slips it into the swipe, drawing it out to a flashing green light.

You huff as you open the door, pushing forward, and the last thing you hear before the door slams is another final snarky remark from him; "Not even a thank you?"

Once in the safety of your room, you let out a loud scream of frustration, only to hear Noah's chuckle from the other side of the door, and you gently bang the back of your head against the door as you lean back on it.

Great, now you really can't escape him this weekend.

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frightenedcricket · 16 days ago

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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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darksigns-exe · 23 days ago

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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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idwt-money · 9 months ago

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Roomies

MDNI 18+

1.7k words

Noah Sebastian x Fem!Y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Angel?” He sounded anxious.

“Yes, Noah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

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

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

You wanted this for a long time without even knowing.

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

It felt more than right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take your shorts off.”

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

“Noah, shut up. Let me have you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You're so fucking big. Holy shit!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, tears building up in your waterline.

“God, yes please Noah. I wanna feel you.”

You felt your stomach tighten up, like a rubber band that was ready to explode.

“Pl-please!!” You cried out

“Cmon, angel. Do it with me. You got it, baby.”

Sweat was building up on his toned chest, making him look even more attractive, if that was at all possible.

Within the next three thrusts, Noah had painted your insides. It made you feel so warm and fucked out. It was utter bliss.

You collapsed on Noah's chest, heaving for air.

Noah's hand ran through your hair as he thanked you.

“Want me to run you a shower, angel?”

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doomhands-jr · 3 months ago

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The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 14

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

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

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut

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Thanks to @throughwoodsanddirt for the beta!

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

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

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

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“What the—ow!”

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

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

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

What the hell had happened?

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

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

What were you dreaming about?

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

…oh shit.

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

That was real.

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

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

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

It was too much.

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

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

You rolled over to face the back of the sofa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part of you was already preparing yourself emotionally for that.

“What time is it?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get your coat on.”

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

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

You slapped a palm against your forehead.

Of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fire hall?” you suggested.

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

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

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

“How can I help?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit, you were in love with this man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you did.

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

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

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

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

“Power’s still out, then?”

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

“What about you?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks,” you repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks,” you said. “Lead the way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hypocrite,” you teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” you asked.

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

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

“That sucks,” he said.

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sat up a little more. “Sure.”

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

“What was it like kissing Folio?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” Noah asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not drunk though,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Succubus,” he whispered into your open mouth.

“Sinner,” you countered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Use your words.”

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

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

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

“I want your fingers inside me.”

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to come?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just need to feel you,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

___________________________ A/N: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! Happy birthday to me! If you feel inclined to support my writing, buy me a coffee. (I also have Venmo if you want to buy me a birthday drink. Dm me)

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lolitasangel · 2 days ago

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Noah x Reader

Summary- Noah teaches you how to play guitar

Tw-none! Fluff

An- it’s short but later on I might continue this into something a little longer, if you ever want to be tagged in any of my writing please let me know, I never know I should tag or not (that’s if you want to be tagged no pressure!)😅🫶🏼

————Enjoy🫶🏼

• Noah definitely sits you down in his lap, your back pressed to his chest, all cozy and warm with him.

•You had seen him your shared bedroom playing a couple of chords, he was so focused on the rhythm he didn’t notice you walking in and watching him silently.

• “That sounds really nice, baby” you say as you take a seat next to him on the bed. You had laid your head on his shoulder as to not get in the way of his playing.

•”Thank you, angel baby, you wanna learn a few chords?” Noah asks, looking down at you cuddled up next to him. You have told him before how you loved the sound of the guitar and how you would love to learn but you didn’t think you could do it.

•”that’s okay, honey, I think it’s best if you just play” you chuckled, you loved seeing him use his creativity come to life, especially when he was home.

•”come on, it’ll be fun, I’ll teach you a few easy chords” Noah says, moving the guitar out of his lap and moving you over. Placing the guitar back in your lap, pulling you closer to his chest.

•”This is an a-minor note, and this is a g-note” he says, showing you the two different, seemingly easy notes. Noah moved his hand out the way for you to give it a try. It felt a little weird at first with your fingers against the fret or guitar, but you got used to it.

•”There you go, baby, and now the is an e-note” Noah guides you gently to play the few chords in order. You slowly try switching between chords but found that was a little tricky.

•”it’s okay, love, it takes time to get used to” Noah speaks up, giving you a kiss to your hair, pulling you closer.

•”We can practice more later on” Noah says, placing the guitar on the side of the bed out the way. “I wanna cuddle a bit” he says chuckling.

•Every once in a while Noah will call you up to his office so he can teach you more, he loved seeing the determination on your face when it came to practicing a new chord or a new melody.

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measuredingold · 7 months ago

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you right

authors note: hello hello ! two weekends in a row ? i am on fire lol I’ve been working on this piece for awhile and finally got around to finishing it. inspired loosely by you right by doja cat. feedback is always appreciated and i hope you all enjoy !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross posted on ao3

word count: 2.3k

cw/tw: infidelity, p in v ( be like them and wear protection! ), slight…angst?, noah sebastian is bad at feelings, slight hurt ig?, situationship lol, toxic relationship, 18+ mdni

Your breath hitches when Noah's hand runs up the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up against his hip. His lips brush over yours to muffle the noise you make when his hip rolls into yours, pressing you flush against the wall.

"Shit." He groans, pulling back to drop his head down to your chest, lips attaching to your exposed skin.

Your shirt was lost about five minutes ago, along with your bra, and your skirt was now bunched up around your waist. You knew it was a sight to see, Noah attached to you with your head thrown back against the wall, his lips wrapping around your hardening bud. Your hand moves to his hair, fingers twisting in his dark locks and tugging ever so slightly, and the vibration of his moan against your skin has your back arching.

The disappointment that was settling in your stomach was still there, fading, but still there nonetheless. You should be disgusted, ashamed for letting yourself get into this situation again but you're not surprised anymore. Noah was an enigma, pulling you to him whenever he could even if you tried to fight it. You couldn’t help that you wanted him, could never get enough of him. Constantly always craving to feel his lips against yours, to feel his hands caress your body, to feel his hips pressed flush against yours.

He was something you always wanted, needed, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it soon.

Which you should. It'll never go further than this. Sex. That's all it is, all it'll ever be. Two people too stubborn to address their feelings for one another, instead hide it with casual sex. It's sad, and borderline pathetic, but that's how it's always been with him.

And how it always will be.

You thought you got over it. You met someone a few months ago, had a nice thing going. They were nice and treated you well. You thought the hold Noah had on you was finally over, you've moved on. Though, the second your eyes met his across the room tonight, celebrating a mutual friends birthday, you knew that it was a fucking lie.

You're not over him. You never were.

"Noah..." Another tug at his hair has his hips pressing into yours again, causing a moan to slip from your lips.

"Missed this." You hear him mumble, lips trailing up your chest to your neck. "Missed you."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of it slamming into your chest. Missed you. That's the most vulnerable thing he's said to you in... ever. Your hips stutter for just a moment, eyes fluttering open to find that he's pulled back, already staring at you.

"Yeah? You missed me?" You hum out, your grip on his hair loosening.

"Of course I did." He pauses, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, eyes dropping from yours to drag down your body. "Did you miss me?"

When his eyes find yours again you notice the grin tugging at his lips because he knows you did. If you didn't you wouldn't be here right now, his hips flushed against yours with your back against the wall. You roll your eyes, but you know your cheeks are flushing.

"Maybe."

"Don't be like that." His head dips down again, lips brushing against the base of your neck and you can't help but shudder, your fingers in his hair tightening their hold yet again. "Say it."

"...Say what?" You sound breathless, eyes fluttering shut as Noah's teeth grazed over your skin.

"That you missed me." You don't even bother stopping the whine that slips from you when he pulls away, but he doesn't go far. His lips are barely brushing against yours now, forehead pressed firmly against yours. "Say it. Please."

"...I always miss you, Noah."

There's a split second of silence before Noah's surging forward, lips pressing into yours with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up with a bruise on your lips. It moves quickly after that, your underwear being lost somewhere in the dimly lit room with your shirt, and then the sound of his rustling belt as he shoves his jeans down. He pulls away to flip you around, your cheek now pressed against the wall.

Big hands sprawl against your backside, gripping, and the groan Noah lets out from behind you has your core aching.

"Fuck. Look at you..." You hear him shuffling behind you and then the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, and for a second your stomach drops.

He was prepared, which isn't shocking to you, but he couldn't have known you were going to be here tonight. He acted shocked when he saw you, even telling you that he didn't think you'd make it. Had he planned on hooking up with someone else tonight? You don't get to dwell on it for too long, or the way it makes your blood boil from jealousy, because his tip is pressing into your entrance.

"Oh fuck." Your eyes squeeze shut and you reach back blindly, his hand finding yours immediately.

"So fucking tight." He grits out.

Your fingers lace with his and you squeeze hard, because the stretch is almost too much. Almost. You can't lie to yourself and say you hate it, because you don't. You loved the stretch, the burn of it all, because it was a sore reminder the next day that he was yours for a moment. His hand that wasn't laced with yours gripped your hip, his thumb sliding across your bare skin in a comforting manner.

"Always take me so well," He exhales, voice teetering on a whine, and he leans his forehead against your shoulder. "So good."

You just whimper in response, squeezing his hand again. The both of you moan in unison when he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against together. He lifts his head before you feel his lips ghost over your shoulder.

"You okay?"

You nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip to try and keep your noises at bay, mind already racing at how fucking delicious he feels inside. You never understood how he always felt so good, snug deep inside you, like he was meant to be there. He presses another kiss to your shoulder before unlacing your fingers, letting both of his hands now grip your hip as he slowly starts to move.

The drag of his cock has your eyes rolling back, mouth dropping open as he pushed back in, hips snapping against yours. The gentle demeanor is now gone because he knows your time is limited so he doesn't waste it, rocking into you with such force that has you seeing fucking stars. Pleasure courses through your body as the head of his cock slams into that spot over and over, your body shuddering against the wall.

"Noah..."

"What is it, baby?"

"I... I need..." You don't even know what you need and find yourself grinding back against Noah, pushing his cock deeper inside you.

“What do you need?” You only whine at his words, grinding back against him again. You feel one of his hands slide from your hip and down to where the two of you meet, his fingers brushing against your swollen clit. Your body shudders again, a broken moan leaving your parted lips. “Oh? Is this what you need, sweetheart?”

You nod, cheek still pressed against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Noah, baby, please.”

He shushes you, fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “I got you. Don’t worry. Gonna give you what you want.”

You hear him grunt behind you as your cunt clenched around his cock at his words. It was all becoming so much so quickly, if you were more coherent you’d be sad at how little time you actually had left with him, but you can’t even think of that. No, you’re too focused on how fucking good his fingers feel, rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. His thrusts don’t let up either, his pace quickening and the drag of his cock has a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit.” He whines out, giving you one hard thrust before grinding himself against your ass. “Does he fuck you like this, baby?”

You choke on a sob, pussy clenching around his cock and you hear him groan.

“No, he doesn’t. Poor baby was begging me to fuck her.” His face buries against the back of your neck, his thrusts picking up again. “But it’s okay, you don’t need him… because you know all you need is me, right? I’ll always give it to you the way you like.”

He sounds drunk, words slurring in between his moans as he thrusts into you again. Your cheek is starting to hurt with how hard it’s pressed against the wall but you don’t care, chanting Noah’s name over and over again. The fire in the pit of your stomach keeps growing and you blink away the tears that are burning at your eyes.

It’s so good, feels so fucking good but so wrong at the same time. He wasn’t lying. Your sex life with your current partner was fine but nowhere near compared to this. Noah knew your body better than you did and knew exactly what you needed every damn time.

“Noah, I’m…” Your eyes burned and you choked on another moan. The hand between your thighs never let up, and his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat gently.

“Gonna come?” You try to nod in his hold, but his grip on your neck tightens slightly making it difficult. “Yeah? Go ahead. You can come, pretty girl.”

And that does it, the coil in the deepest pit of your stomach undoing. Your vision blurs and if it wasn’t for the grip on your neck, you’re sure your moans would be so loud the entire house would’ve heard you. You don’t even fucking care at this point, too lost in the pleasure that’s coursing through you, and the way Noah continues to pound into you to reach his own high.

“That’s it, fuck. Come all over my cock, baby.” He groans behind you, face burying against your shoulder to muffle his own noises.

Your body convulses with aftershocks of your orgasm, whimpering in over sensitivity. It doesn’t take much longer for Noah to find his own release, hips stilling against your ass as he whined out your name. His hold on your neck releases but he doesn’t move from you.

The two of you stay tangled in each other for a few moments longer, trying to catch your breaths. The reality of what just happened settles over you but for some reason you feel… content. The guilt and disappointment was no longer lingering over you.

“Fuck.” Noah chuckles behind you, lifting his head from your shoulder just a bit to scatter a few kisses where his forehead had been. You preen at the affection. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You say breathlessly, groaning quietly when you feel him shift behind you, cock still buried inside you.

The two of you both whine at the feeling of him slipping out and you couldn’t help but feel sad at the emptiness it left behind. You hear him shuffle around behind you, probably to throw away the condom and to hopefully look for something to clean you off with, and when your felt him settle behind you, the gentle touch of a cotton between your legs has you melting against the wall.

“Sorry to whoever shirt this is.” Noah mumbles, chuckling quietly.

You only hum in response, eyes fluttering closed as the exhaustion enters your body. Noah takes his time and even places another kiss against your shoulder, whispering to you that he was done and that you could get dressed now.

Something shifted in the air after that, the moment much more intimate than the other times you had spent together. But you nod, humming in response again before turning to find your clothes. You find your clothes with ease, Noah's words lingering in your head.

Because you know all you need is me.

The truth in those words makes your throat close up and you try swallowing whatever it is you're feeling away, pulling your underwear up and under your skirt that was still bunched up around your waist. You smooth it down before reaching for your shirt, slipping your arms through the holes. The weight in your chest returns, just like it had when Noah mentioned that he had missed you, the first admission of its kind.

Maybe there was some truth behind that for him, as well. Maybe all he needed was you, too. Your stomach turns at the thought as you begin to button your shirt up with shaky fingers, hearing Noah shuffling behind you in silence.

You begin to wonder what he must be thinking and a part of you is hoping he's thinking the same thing. It's foolish believing, you know it is, but you can't help it. Maybe you two had finally gotten over that unspoken rule that was set in place to where all feelings were avoided? Maybe it was time you two faced the music and admitted to whatever the fuck was going on?

You shouldn't want this. You should let it go. Yet, your mind is racing with all the possibilities and what if's, and you find yourself speaking before you can double down on it.

"Noah, I..."

You finished buttoning your shirt, turning around to finally face the male but find him nowhere to be found. Your heart drops, sinking so low into the deepest pit of your stomach. He's gone. He left you here without even an utter of a goodbye. Your eyes burn and there's a sour taste in the back of your throat, building up slowly as the realization dawns on you.

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lilgarbitch · 26 days ago

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The Voice of an Angel- Matt Dierkes

Part One

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x PornBlog!Reader

Cw: Smut, Masterbation (f and m), sappy freak!Matt

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Doing something a little different. The story seemed to work best if I wrote time in phases, so I hope it doesn’t ruin it😬 And I couldn’t tell you where this idea came from. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone write something like this, but I did the best I could❤️ I hope you enjoy

Tags: @xmads-omensx @dontwantthemoney @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens

Y/N | Wednesday 2:36 PM

Kicking off the floor and rolling my chair over to my computer, I plug my phone into the cord and begin transferring the audio file. I should really get a microphone for this, but I’m still somewhat new to this… Yeah, I definitely need to start doing research on vamping up my equipment.

I plug my headphones into the laptop once the file was finished so I could listen back over the audio, making sure it’s suitable to be posted. I live alone, and literally just made all of these noises out loud, but I still get a little weirded out playing it without headphones and need to be able to listen to every detail, making sure there were no weird noises in the background.

Clicking on the file, my voice starts playing through. It took some time for me to get used to hearing me say certain things and make these noises, hell, it took me a good while to even hit ‘record’ when doing this, but once I got enough praise from people online, it just became routine.

My slightly over exaggerated moans and whimpers fill my ears, and I can’t lie, I was pleased with the quality. IPhones have good microphones. It sometimes even picked up the sound of my vibrator or how wet I was based on how close I had the mic to me, and my followers always enjoy that.

After spending about twenty minutes editing out small distracting background noises, I opened Twitter and connected the file to a post, captioning it, "You know exactly how to pull these pretty sounds from me,” before hitting post and then proceeding to do the same for my tumblr blog.

Almost instantly, my phone starts going crazy from those who have my post notifications on, and I read every comment with a smile on my face.

It may seem weird to many people, but I truly enjoy doing this. I get to turn a common activity into a side hustle, and it pleases both guys and girls when they find my pages. And most of them are the sweetest when they reply. They’re usually all horny replies, but unless I post something that instigates them to degrade me, they always choose to be super sweet.

I scroll through some replies and the likes from my followers, and even some who always come back but choose not to follow me because they don’t want others to know. It was nice seeing repeated faces. Like I created a space for them to feel safe to be open about something so lewd.

That’s when I got a notification from my Cash App that’s linked to my accounts, causing a small smile to form on my face when reading the name. ThotxPleaser had been a loyal follower for a while now. He’s following my Twitter, Tumblr, subscribed to my Patreon, and here he is again, sending me a gift.

ThotxPleaser- $250

Sounded beautiful as always, Angel❤️

I really wished that his gift had caused a bigger smile, but I knew this anonymous person’s actions too well by now. He usually gave me a sweet nickname, but today he just used my pseudonym, Angel, and it wouldn’t be worrying, if he also didn’t send the donation right after I posted, again. He always tried to send appreciation ‘when he had the chance,’ even commenting that he was too busy sometimes and felt bad for seeing my posts so late, so it was abnormal that he was so on top of it for the third post in a row, almost as if he was waiting for my posts as a pick-me-up. I know that was cocky thinking, but he’s said before that my posts have made his day, giving me a grateful gift to prove it, so it wasn’t that far off of an assumption. I just hope he’s doing okay.

Matt | Wednesday 2:59 PM

I crash into my bed with a groan. We’re getting everything situated for tour next week and I’ve been working my ass off doing almost all the work. The boys and our team do the best that they can, but I’m the one they run to when problems surface, and with the dates coming faster and faster, everyone is running rampant with anxiety and constantly on my ass needing help with the most obvious things. I know we’re all stressed but every part of my job other than actually getting them on that tour bus is done.

I told them all to give me at least the rest of the day off to unwind. Any problems that come to head today can easily be fixed tomorrow. I warned them that I was switching my phone to Do Not Disturb so even if they tried to contact me, I won’t answer.

It was a lie, though. I would never actually do that to them and hopefully they know that. I just need them to understand and leave me be for at least a few hours before I burn out. And, of course, almost right as I thought that, my phone went off.

With a loud groan, I turned my phone over and glared at it, trying to read what the hell the problem was now, but then my heart skipped as I read the notification.

Angel💋

You know exactly how to pull these pretty sounds from me

My breath hitched as I read it and I instantly felt blood rush to my other head. This had to mean that she finally posted a new audio clip. I instantly clicked on it, desperately needing to hear her to put me in a better mood. My fingers eagerly tap at the back of my phone as it takes a minute to load up Twitter, but when it finally does, I see the audio file and click ‘play’.

I shove my face into my pillow and place my phone next to my head as I let her voice and moans fill my ears. As the audio plays, I can feel myself getting harder. But I am too fucking tired to do anything about that right now. I truly just needed to hear her sweet voice in a time like this. I could listen to her for hours. It doesn’t matter if it’s her talking dirty or making these sweet noises. Hell, she could start a damn podcast and talk about the weather and it would still make my day. Something about her voice always brought me out of any rut that I’m in.

The audio ends and I finally look back at my phone. I debated on playing it again, just to hear her, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to show her some gratitude and appreciation.

I open up Cash App, using the account that wasn’t under my real name, and send her a simple note. I didn’t have enough energy to put too much thought into it, but she deserved something after boosting my mood. After I sent it, I closed my phone and shoved my face back into my pillow, this time with a small smile. Within minutes, I was out like a light, dreaming of what she could possibly look like, and having a chance to actually have her speak to me, just to be able to hear more of her voice.

Y/N | Saturday 6:23 PM

It’s been a few days since the last donation from ThotxPleaser. I try to post a few suggestive posts a day if I’m in the mood, and every single one was instantly liked by him, but that was it. No flirty comments, just what seemed like he was already on his phone when I posted and a simple like. I know I shouldn’t worry about a random follower, but he has always been so sweet and supportive. Plus, as creepy as it may seem, I end up paying close attention to my supporters, and it was obvious that he was acting different than usual.

I tried pushing the worry out of my mind the best I could, not needing to stress over a damn audio blog supporter, but I couldn’t help the fact that my mind wandered, thinking of what could possibly be happening in his life that he was too busy to show his usual appreciation, but still forcing him to be one of the first likes on every single post, audio or not. What could he possibly be dealing with that made him seem like he was so busy that he barely had time to do much, yet he still went out of his way to give me a hint of support? Fuck, I’m sounding insane. Am I overthinking this so much that I truly believe this man was using my moaning audios and lewd posts as his main form of serotonin? God, I need to fix my ego. He’s probably just losing interest and slowly weaning me off his attention…Okay, Y/N, he’s a fucking follower. He doesn’t care about ghosting you. You’ve never even spoken. Why are you so obsessed anyway?

I let out a groan, getting annoyed with my own thoughts. I realized that I was staring at the ceiling, worrying about someone I don't even know, so I quickly sat up and grabbed my phone, hoping that doom scrolling could help distract me…and make me feel less embarrassed.

I open Instagram and my eyes instantly land on the story bar. I scroll through the orange and green circles, hoping to find someone interesting, when I finally do. Matt Dierkes had a new story. I click on it and instantly giggle, seeing that, of course, it was another raccoon meme. Since this was my personal account, I liked his story and went on with doom scrolling.

After seeing only reposted memes and people living their best life, I realized this wasn’t going to give me the entertainment I needed. I close the app and look at my others, before opening Tumblr. Matt was still on my mind. I always found him so cute. I’ve enjoyed Bad Omens’ music for a while now, and definitely found the boys attractive, but something about their tour manager had always caught my eye. He said whatever he wanted and enjoyed things without judgment. I really liked how unique and undeniably him he let himself be.

I try to scroll through my feed, but with him still in my mind, my fingers trailed over to the search bar and I found myself looking up another fanfiction about him.

After a few…okay maybe a little too many one shots and short stories since I was free tonight, I landed a quite…spicy story, leading me to decide this was the perfect time to create more content.

With the story playing in my mind like a movie, I set my phone up and hit record. I was too lazy to grab a toy, and was definitely worked up enough that I could easily get this done manual style. Lying back, I slipped my hand down my pants with his face flashing behind my eyes. In the story, he had a little more dominant energy, so I began imagining him taking what he wanted.

My breath picked up as I felt his hands sliding up my thighs, using enough pressure to keep them held to the sides. He had this almost hungry look on his face as I stared down at him. His fingers finally reached the hem of my panties before powerfully yet gracefully sliding them down, like he was teasing me, making me wait.

I could feel his warm calloused fingers grazing over the softness of my thighs as they trailed towards my core. I began to squirm in anticipation, desperately wanting to grab them and bring them where I needed him most, but I knew if I did, he’d find a way to punish me.

Finally his hand reached the apex of my thighs and I gasped as he grazed his fingers through my folds.

I’m getting too desperate, I have to get this little fantasy sped up. I start circling my clit and letting out a soft whine.

His tongue passes through my slit before finally focusing on the bundle of nerves. My breath picks up as he perfectly laps at it, occasionally circling it with his tongue. As he adds more pressure, I can feel myself getting closer. I look down and see his face between my thighs, causing a small gasp to escape my lips. Once our eyes meet, I let out a breathy moan as my head falls back against the pillow. I can’t control the noises leaving me, the sound of his tongue lapping at my wet core and the image burned into my mind of him staring up at me causing the pleasure to intensify.

As I reached my peak, my mind overwhelmed with ecstasy, I forgot where I was.

“Ma-“ I let out, before quickly gasping and covering my mouth, hoping I could play that off as a gasp of pleasure and not shock at me almost ruining my audio by saying his name. After catching my breath, I stop the recording and sit there.

Fuck.

Matt | Saturday 9:47 PM

The guys and I were hanging out at Noah and Jesse’s house, telling ourselves that we needed a night off to relax and leave the stress behind for a few hours. Everyone’s mostly packed and we have at least tonight to just forget about everything, so they were all a few beers and shots in and it was getting kind of rowdy. I made sure to keep my eye on everyone to make sure they didn’t do something stupid.

I was sitting on the couch as the rest of them either destroyed the kitchen, trying to drunkenly make snacks, or hung out in the backyard, just chatting or getting excited over revisiting places on the tour they enjoyed. I was silently watching them all, using this time to try and force some relaxation into my mind, knowing we agreed that we could take a break from work. I know I could have done this at home, but doing anything with these boys was better than doing it alone, since I could always end up hunched over in laughter at any moment.

I stare off, listening to them loudly argue over which cheese to put in a grilled cheese, and just let my mind wander over how life has been going lately. Thinking about what still needs to be done and what fun things I could try to do before I was slaving away for 3 months on tour, since even when I tried my hardest, I couldn’t push the thought of work away. But then I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that Angel had posted a new audio. God, this is exactly what I needed right now. A small smile formed on my lips, but I quickly went back to a straight face, not wanting anyone to see and question who made me smile or find out that it was a goddamn porn blog.

I glanced around the room, making sure that everyone’s attention was occupied, before sneaking my way off to the bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me and pull out my Airpods. I know the house was loud, but the thought of them hearing her voice coming from the bathroom was not something I wanted to deal with.

I put an Airpod in and click on the notification. Once it loaded, I pressed play on the audio. It was a short one, but it was definitely enough to put me in a better mood. Instantly, her sweet sounds filled my ear. Soft airy moans played through my Airpod and I could feel myself growing in my pants. I debated whether it was weirder to jerk off in their bathroom or to leave the bathroom with a hard on, and decided on the latter.

As her voice played through my headphones like a beautiful melody, I reached my hands down and pulled the waistbands of my shorts and boxers down, letting my growing cock spring free. I turned my hat around, pushing my hair back to keep it out of my face as I leaned my hips against the sink and gripping the edge with one hand. I wrapped my other hand around the base and firmly gripped it.

She let out soft whimpers with an occasional ‘Fuck’ and I leaned down and let a trail of spit reach my tip, biting back a groan as I collected it and used it to slicken my movements. It was just the perfect amount of lubrication to move at the pace I needed without making any noise.

I brought my shirt to my teeth and closed my eyes, biting down as I fought back the noises collecting in my throat. I was close to biting through my lip and I didn’t need to get a noticeable mess on my nice tee. Explaining the teeth marks in the fabric would be easy, if their drunken asses even noticed. Her breath picked up, a telltale sign she was close, and that itself caused a tightening in my stomach. I listened to her moans getting higher and higher, subconsciously pumping myself to the beats of her breath. But then, she let out a moan I had never heard before. They were usually whiney and breathless, but this time she used her full chest voice, moaning out a ‘Maa-‘ before gasping and finally letting out her usual whiney sinful moan as she came.

Something in my brain took that personal. It sounded too close to her moaning my name for me to prepare for the instant rush of pleasure taking over my body. I quickly cupped a hand over my tip as my eyes rolled back, my mind replaying that single sinful syllable over and over as I spilled into my fist.

I probably bit a hole in my shirt with how hard my teeth clenched as I forced the deep loud moan from coming out. But I didn’t care. I had to hold my weight up with the sink behind me and force myself to catch my breath through my nose as the pleasure in my stomach lasted longer than it ever has before.

After a few moments, the feeling of my cum threatening to drip from my hand caused me to finally open my eyes and drop my shirt from my teeth as I spun around and turned on the sink. I quickly washed all the evidence down the sink and tucked myself back into my pants before looking up.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, grimacing in post-nut clarity as it hit me how gross what I just did was. Not me jerking off to her, that was normal, but the fact that I had gotten so obsessed that I couldn’t wait until I got home to listen and react.

I hung my head as I thought about how the fuck I was supposed to get through tour if I couldn’t stop myself from listening to her audios, but also definitely wouldn’t have a way to hide my reaction from them. I just wish I could hear her in any way other than something so erotic. That could hold me over. As long as I didn’t pavlov myself into getting hard just at the sound of her.

I reach up and fix my cap before grabbing my phone and sending her a like and a comment.

ThotxPleaser- Could never find a better way to make my day, beautiful.

I softly laughed at myself as I sent it. I knew I was a freak. She probably thought I was a creep the way it looks like I stalk her with how fast I respond to her posts. But I couldn’t care less. She brought me a happiness I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t the context of her posts. It was her. And I had to show my appreciation, even if I just looked like one of many horndogs in her comments and donations.

Wait…That was it.

I fumble with my phone to open up Cashapp, before realizing how long I’ve been in the bathroom. I make my way back to the living room as I think of the perfect way to ask. Sitting down, I debate on the most convincing price to get her to even think of helping me out here. Tour starts Tuesday and with us all together, missing a chunk of change won’t be a problem. I go back and forth in my thoughts for a few minutes, writing and rewriting my message until I think it’s perfect. Finally, I send it and cross my fingers.

ThotxPleaser- $1,000

PART TWO

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TANGLED THREADS [Noah Sebastian x fem!reader x Nick Ruffilo]

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CHAPTER THREE: DROPPING THE BEAT SUMMARY: The confrontation. PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader x Nick Ruffilo WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ [oral sex f receiving, fingering], swearing (like a lot), not proofread WORD COUNT: 4.7K A/N: The last part has finally arrived! There isn't much to say except that I left the ending relatively open on purpose. Maybe this isn't the official end but it is for now. Enjoy and if you do so, consider reblogging!

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Noah was furious. The injustice of the situation was hard to bear, and he felt resentful. His face, normally calm, was now a mask of barely contained fury. He paced the length of the room, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, as if he was trying to hit something. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, as if he were physically wrestling with his rage. He couldn't believe what had happened, the sheer audacity of it all.

While Noah looked like he was about to explode, Nick was a stark contrast to it. He was sitting on the run down armchair that probably stood in this dorm long before you were even born. In his hand sat a half-smoked cigarette and around his lips played a small - barely noticeable - smile.

You were sitting on Noah’s bed, your gaze mostly directed to the floor - only occasionally looking up to study the two guys that were in the room with you.

The last couple of weeks had been quiet. To be fair, Nick had kept his word. He'd said you should get in touch when you were ready and he hadn't pressured you any further after that. What you weren’t prepared for was the confusion that raged in your head. You hadn’t expected to be the one to text Nick, telling him about it. You hadn’t expected to act around Noah like nothing had happened.

So when Noah walked into his dorm, seeing the two of you sitting there like you were about to hold an intervention, the angry pacing had begun. The only thing he had asked was how long the two of you had been in contact again. He didn’t need to ask if you had slept together, he simply knew.

Other than Noah’s pacing and the hum of the air conditioner, nothing was noticeable in the room for quite a while. Not a single word had been spoken. No one dared to break the tension. The silence had settled between the three of you like a heavy weight, thick and stifling, making the already warm room feel almost suffocating.

“So,” you finally said, your voice cutting through the oppressive quiet, “am I seriously gonna have to be the one to start talking, or-”

“I don’t know,” Noah interrupted sharply, crossing his arms, his gaze locking onto Nick with unrelenting intensity. “I just don’t think I have anything to say to the guy who fucked my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?” Nick exclaimed, almost amused, while you stared at Noah with wide eyes.

Noah’s expression hardened, storm clouds forming in his eyes. He hadn’t even glanced in your direction, as if you weren’t sitting right there. “Yeah. My girlfriend. Did I stutter?” His posture had stiffened, shoulders squared, jaw set tight, the corners of his mouth drawn into a deep frown.

You had blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. Noah had never actually asked you to be official - hell, the two of you hadn’t even gone on a proper date. Unless you counted that one time you fucked in the back of his car at a drive-in. If that counted, then sure, one date. But despite the abruptness of his claim, the rough possessiveness in his voice had sent a slow, simmering warmth through you.

The laugh that erupted from Nick after that almost felt cruel. You felt how the hair on your neck stood up because of it. “Well, that’s a development I haven’t expected.” Nick exclaimed before taking a last drag on his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray next to the window. “Love how your girlfriend is sitting there in my clothes while you play relationship.”

Noah’s jaw clenched at his statement, his eyes still fixed on Nick, while the latter spoke again. “If anything you were the one stabbing me in the back with fucking my girlfriend first.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Noah hissed at him before he started pacing again.

“What? You can’t call me a hypocrite when you’re the one that can’t keep his dick in his pants.” Nick provocated him further.

Noah abruptly came to a hold and glared at him. “Fuck… Do you get off to this shit? Always sticking your fucking dick were it doesn’t fucking belong.”

“You’re one to talk.” Nick spat back in a mocking tone.

If Noah wasn’t furious before, he was now. His entire body tensed, his jaw tightening so hard it looked like it might crack. His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white. A muscle in his cheek twitched as his breathing grew heavier, sharper, like he was barely holding himself together. His eyes, once merely tense, now burned with unrestrained anger, dark and stormy as they locked onto their target. Every inch of him radiated fury, a barely contained explosion waiting to happen.

You knew you needed to say something. “Could you both just shut the fuck up for a moment.” You frustratedly ran a hand through your hair and glared at them.

“No, you shut up, This isn’t about you, y/n.” Noah snarled at you, causing you to race your eyebrows at his audacity. You wanted to be the calm one, but his statement made you almost explode.

“Everything about this is about me, you asshole. Do you really think I haven’t noticed how the both of you were basically playing with your fucking dicks since the first time you saw me?” You almost screamed, clenching your jaw.

Nick was now the one to lean forward in anger. “You’re acting like some saint as if you weren’t the one fucking around with two best friends.”

“Oh yeah, best friends, you say. You mean the two little boys that practically cum instantly when the other one is mentioned during sex? Great fucking best friends you are.” You mocked him and knew it was a mistake by the way Nick’s gaze darkened immediately.

“I’m so fucking sick of you, Nick. Why can't you just let me have something nice for once.” Noah then continued to bash his friend.

Nick stared at you in the meantime. “Last time I checked, she wasn't yours to begin with.” He snarled.

“God, can you just fuck it out already. I can't keep doing this. I should have just fucking rejected the both of you.” You breathed out and pressed your hands together as if it would calm you.

“Yeah, but you didn’t because you’re a fucking slut that loves the drama.”Nick spat, his voice dripping with venom. His words sliced through the air like a blade, sharp and deliberate. Your eyes widened for a split second before narrowing into a glare, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. A slow burn of anger flared in your chest, spreading like wildfire as you stared him down. Your jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line as you fought the immediate urge to lash out. Nick’s expression remained cold, defiant, as if daring you to respond, to prove him right. The tension between them crackled, thick and suffocating, neither willing to back down.

“What did you just say?” You said after a couple of seconds, trying to come off as calm, but the stutter in your voice betrayed you.

Nick stood up with a smile that you desperately wanted to slap out of his face. When he came to a stand in front of you, he grabbed the strings of his hoodie you were wearing and slowly pulled on it to tighten your neckline.

“You heard me right. Bet you’re fucking wet right now, thinking about how you managed to play the both of us.” He hissed at you, his eyes fixed on yours. He slowly bent down to level with your face, causing your breath to hitch.

“See, Noah." Maybe you should tell your girlfriend not to react to other guys like that.” He mocked his best friend, whose brows furrowed even more. “Oh yeah, right… She wasn’t your girlfriend when I fucked her in her dorm two weeks ago.”

“And she wasn’t yours when I did the same a week ago.” Noah snarled at him, almost in a childish manner.

“Is that so?” Nick asked, looking at you, but you avoided his gaze so he grabbed your face and turned it to him. “I asked you something.”

You ignored the warmth that was washing over you, scared about how your voice would sound.

Nick's fingers gripped your chin, forcing your gaze onto his. His hold wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either - it was firm, demanding, like he needed your answer more than he wanted it. Your breath hitched, and you hated how much he noticed, his smirk only growing sharper.

“You like playing with fire, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and taunting.

Before you could answer, before you could even think of something to say, Noah suddenly grabbed Nick’s wrist, yanking his hand away from your face.

“Get your fucking hands off her,” Noah growled, his voice dangerously low.

Nick let out a short laugh, something dark and humorless. “Or what? You gonna fight me over her? Please, Noah, we both know you don’t actually want to hit me.”

Noah’s grip tightened, his breathing heavy, chest rising and falling like he was holding himself back from lunging. His entire body radiated barely restrained rage, but there was something else in his eyes too - something almost unreadable.

The air in the room felt suffocating, like a storm was about to break. And then it did.

Noah released Nick’s wrist but didn’t move away. Instead, he grabbed the collar of Nick’s shirt, yanking him forward, and in one swift, reckless motion, he crashed his mouth against Nick’s.

For a split second, everything froze. Nick tensed against him, fists clenching at his sides, his sharp inhale the only sound in the room. But just as quickly as the moment came, it shifted again—Nick exhaled sharply through his nose, then kissed Noah back just as roughly, their lips colliding in something furious and unrestrained.

You felt your heart slam against your ribs, heat blooming across your skin as you watched them. A part of you wanted to say something, to demand an explanation, but the words never made it past your lips.

Nick was the first to pull back, his lips red and slightly swollen, his chest rising and falling like he had just run a marathon. He turned to look at you, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he reached out, fingers tangling into the fabric of the hoodie you were still wearing.

“Still think we’re just best friends?” he asked, his voice low, teasing—but there was something raw beneath it, something real. You knew he was surprised with Noah’s action, just as much as you were, but he played along.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, a dizzying mix of anger, confusion, and undeniable attraction twisting inside you. You could feel the heat of Nick’s breath on your lips as he leaned in, close enough that if you moved even an inch, your mouths would touch.

Noah didn’t wait for you to answer. His fingers slid along your jaw, tilting your head toward him instead. Unlike Nick’s earlier touch, there was no force behind it—just intention, a slow, deliberate motion that had your breath catching in your throat.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” Noah murmured against your lips.

And just like that, the last of your restraint snapped.

The space between you vanished as you pressed your mouth to his, kissing him hard, your fingers curling into his shirt. His hands immediately found your waist, leaning on the edge of his bed, his body warm and solid against yours.

Then, just as suddenly, you were being pulled away—not forcefully, but enough to make you break the kiss with a sharp gasp. Before you could even catch your breath, Nick’s lips were on yours, his kiss different from Noah’s—rougher, more desperate, like he had been waiting for this as long as you had.

You were caught between them, trapped in the heat of their touches, their mouths, the lingering tension that had finally, finally broken.

Nick’s lips moved against yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, his hands gripping your face as he pulled you closer, as if he wanted to consume you whole. His kiss was sharp - claiming - a mixture of frustration and something deeper, something he hadn’t admitted until now.

You barely had time to process the way your body melted against his before you felt Noah behind you, his presence solid and grounding. His hands found your hips, warm fingers slipping under the hem of the hoodie you were still wearing - Nick’s hoodie, not Noah’s, you suddenly realized even more. His touch sent a slow burn of anticipation through you, the contrast between the two of them making your head spin.

Nick pulled back slightly, his breath heavy against your lips, but before you could chase after him, Noah’s hands tightened around your waist, guiding you back onto his lap, right on his hardened dick, as he fully sat down on the edge of the bed. The movement made your heart lurch, but you didn’t resist, especially when his mouth found the side of your neck.

A sharp gasp left your lips as Noah pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your pulse point, his breath warm against your skin. His lips dragged lower, tongue flicking against the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, and the sensation sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

Nick’s hand found your chin, tilting your face back toward him. “I don’t think so,” he murmured, eyes flickering with something dark, something amused, before he leaned in and recaptured your lips.

This time, his kiss was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring it, like he was making sure you felt every single second of it. His fingers tangled into your hair, nails grazing against your scalp just enough to make you shudder.

Noah, not to be outdone, pressed another kiss to your throat, this one rougher, teeth scraping lightly against your skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. His hands ran up your body, thumbs rubbing slow circles just under your breasts that sent heat pooling in your stomach.

“You’re not even trying to pick between us, are you?” Nick murmured against your lips, the words teasing but laced with something real, something vulnerable underneath.

You let out a breathless laugh, tilting your head slightly to give Noah better access to your neck as he continued his slow, torturous kisses. “Maybe I don’t want to.”

Nick huffed out something between a scoff and a laugh, but you could feel the way his fingers tightened in your hair, his control slipping.

Noah chuckled lowly against your skin. “Then I guess we’ll just have to figure this out together, won’t we?”

Nick didn’t argue. Instead, he kissed you again, deeper this time, while Noah’s lips trailed even lower, marking his way down your collarbone.

Nick didn’t hesitate. He moved to sit beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as his thigh pressed against yours. The closeness sent a jolt of anticipation through you, especially when his fingers skimmed along your jawline, tracing the path where his lips had been just moments ago.

Behind you, Noah’s hands landed on your breasts, carefully kneading them. His touch was slow, deliberate, a stark contrast to Nick’s sharper, more teasing movements. He dragged his palms up your sides, fingertips grazing the bare skin underneath as if he wanted to remind you exactly whose clothes you had on.

“You’re really not stopping us, huh?” Nick murmured, his voice low and husky as his hand slid down to your thigh, his thumb brushing slow, lazy circles against the fabric covering your skin.

You shivered, caught between their bodies, their hands. “Do you want me to?”

Nick let out a breathy chuckle, his fingers gripping your thigh just a little tighter. “Not a fucking chance.”

Noah’s lips found your neck again, his kisses growing bolder, less restrained. His teeth scraped against your skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue, his hands drawing small circles on your nipples. You leaned back into him instinctively, your breath hitching when his lips reached the dip where Nick’s hoodie started.

Nick took the opportunity to press his own kisses along your jaw, slow and purposeful, before trailing lower. He made his way down to the other side of your throat, his hand slipping under the hem of your shorts, fingers brushing against your bare thigh. His touch was fire and ice all at once, a contrast to Noah’s firm grip holding you steady.

Your body arched slightly, overwhelmed by the way their touches blended together, heat pooling deep in your stomach. It was dizzying, the way they were both on you - Nick’s mouth dragging along your collarbone while Noah’s hands roamed under your hoodie, his touch growing more possessive, more impatient.

“You like being between us, don’t you?” Noah murmured against your skin, his voice dark, teasing.

You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you turned your head, capturing his lips in a slow, heated kiss, your fingers tangling into the fabric of his shirt. He groaned softly into your mouth, his hands gripping your breasts harder, his body pressing flush against yours.

Nick, not to be ignored, let out a low hum of amusement. “Look at her, being needed as fuck.” he mused, his mouth returning to your throat, tongue flicking against your pulse before his hand wandered inside your underwear, only slightly brushing over your most sensitive part.

A gasp slipped from your lips, and you felt Noah smirk against your mouth. His hands roamed up your torso, palms warm against your skin, while Nick’s fingers found their way onto your clit. The two of them surrounded you completely, their touches possessive, insistent.

And god, you wanted more.

As quickly as Nick’s touch started, it ended again, causing you to whine in frustration, only to be met with a surprise. Nick’s fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts, a teasing motion that sent a thrill through you. His lips trailed along your jaw, warm breath fanning over your skin as he smirked against you. “You’re letting this happen way too easily,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement, but there was an edge to it—like he was testing you, daring you to pull away.

Noah chuckled lowly against your skin, his hands splaying over your stomach beneath the hoodie, thumbs brushing against your ribs. “Or maybe,” he countered, “she just likes the way this feels.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Noah shifted behind you, his legs spreading slightly so you were even closer to him, practically caged in by his body. The pressure of his chest against your back, the firm way his hands gripped your waist—it was grounding and overwhelming all at once.

Nick tilted your chin toward him, capturing your lips in another kiss, slower this time, but no less intense. His tongue flicked against yours, deepening it, and you couldn’t help the small noise that escaped from the back of your throat. That noise must have set something off in Noah was the one to signal Nick to pull your shorts down - his grip firm as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck again.

“Fuck,” Nick muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he pulled away just enough to watch the way your breath hitched. One of his hands slipped under the hoodie, meeting Noah’s at your stomach, fingers overlapping for a moment, while the other one pulled down your shorts and panties in one motion. His lips twitched. “Guess we’ve got no choice but to share, huh?”

Noah huffed a laugh against your throat, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. “Seems that way.” Nick in the meantime threw your items of clothing somewhere in the room, before making a seat between your legs.

Their hands moved together, exploring, learning, as if silently figuring out how to navigate this between the three of you. Nick’s fingers trailed higher, teasing, while Noah’s grip on your waist tightened, steadying you against him.

The air in the room was thick with tension, the heat between your bodies almost unbearable. Every touch, every kiss, every breath felt electric, like something was building up, waiting to snap. That was when you noticed how Noah’s gaze fixated on Nick as he was peppering kisses up your thigh. You turned your head in his direction and whispered in a teasing tone. “You just need to say if you want to be in my position.”

His face reddened instantly, before he looked at you, almost offended. “Maybe you should just shut up and let him touch you.”

You kissed Noah’s cheek with a teasing smile before looking at Nick. “Are you gonna touch me?”

For a second, he looked a little lost - rattled by your dynamic, before his eyes darkened again. “Do you want me to touch you?”

Before you could answer confidently, his finger brushed over your folds, causing you to suppress a whine. “What do you think, Noah? Does she want me to touch her?”

“Totally. She can’t wait.” He almost joked and both of the boys laughed for a second. Even though it was to your embarrassment, you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter for a second. If sleeping together was the only way to bring them back to being friends, you would gladly do it all day long.

“I definitely can do that.” Nick looked back at you, his blue eyes shining, and then he added a soft, “Sweetheart.”

You let out a soft moan when he focused his attention back to spreading you apart and then sucked gently on your clit. You whined and titled your head back on Noah’s shoulder, who instantly slung his arms tightly around you to keep you from slipping down.

His fingers skillfully found their way back to your nipples. “See what Nick is doing, baby?” His voice was trembling with pleasure and you felt how he bucked his hips into your back for a second.

“Nick please.” You moaned as you looked at the boy between your legs.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He breathed against your pussy, causing your legs to quiver for a second.

“Fingers…” You muttered. “Put your fingers in me.”

“Pretty girl.” Noah mumbled in your ear, while Nick slowly pushed two of his digits into you. You groaned, your hand flying into Nick’s hair, while the other gripped Noah’s thigh.

Nick’s tongue almost immediately lapped at your clit again as he moved his fingers inside of you. Your legs were shaking, while Noah’s mouth was back on your neck, sucking marks into your soft skin to show you exactly who you belonged to.

Nick thrusted his fingers up into you at the same time Noah sunk his teeth into your skin, causing you to cry out loudly. “Fuck.” You moaned, forcefully pulling on Nick’s hair, followed by a groan of him.

You started to move your hips with each movement of Nick’s fingers. He removed his mouth from your pussy to sloppily kiss the inner of your thighs as he fucked into you again and again. “God, you look so angelic.”

Before you even had the chance to answer, Nick crept up to you, kissing you as he slowly worked a third finger into you. You felt your orgasm built up as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“Look, Noah. I think she’s gonna cum real soon.” Nick muttered against her lips before looking at his best friend.

“Are you gonna cum for us, princess?” Noah whispered and you felt almost pathetic how you reacted to their nicknames. Instead of throwing back a remark, a moan left your mouth before you hectically nodded.

One of Noah’s hands dropped from your chest and reached down to rub your clit along with the thrusts of Nick’s fingers. Only a couple of pushes later, it was enough to send you off the edge, a warmth unravelling in your stomach like you’ve never felt before.

You moaned loudly, leaning your head against Nick’s, who was still millimeters away from your face, as the waves of your high washed through you.

“That’s it, just like that, sweetheart.” He muttered sweetly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Shortly after, Noah’s grip on your body loosened and you felt how you just crumbled in his arms.

For a couple of seconds, it was silent in the room, none of you daring to say anything while reality started to crash in. The weight of what had just happened settled between the three of you, thick and unspoken. Your lips were swollen, your skin still tingling from their touches, and you could still feel the lingering warmth of their bodies pressed against yours.

Nick was the first to move, exhaling a sharp breath as he ran a hand through his hair. He leaned back against the bed frame, next to where you hung in Noah’s arms, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers. "Well," he finally said, voice rough. "That was… something."

You swallowed, shifting slightly as Noah’s hands finally - reluctantly - let go of you entirely. He didn’t move away completely, though, his presence still solid at your back. His fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns on your thigh, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

"Yeah," you breathed out, voice softer than you expected. You glanced between them, trying to read their expressions. Nick looked amused, but there was something more behind it - something uncertain. Noah, on the other hand, was staring at Nick, his brows furrowed, like he was still processing.

"So," Nick drawled, finally tilting his head toward the two of you. "Are we gonna talk about this, or are we just gonna pretend it never happened?"

Noah let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t have brought it up the second you got the chance..."

Nick smirked. "True. It’s not really common for your best friend to kiss you mid-argument. But this is new, even for me." He stretched his arms above his head, then shot you a pointed look. "And for you, too, I assume?"

You exhaled, rubbing your temples. "Understatement of the year."

The silence stretched again, but this time, it wasn’t as heavy. It felt like you were all standing at the edge of something uncertain, but no one was in a rush to define it just yet.

Noah sighed, dragging a hand down his face before glancing at Nick. "You’re not freaking out?"

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"

"You tell me," Noah shot back.

Nick considered that for a second, then shrugged. "Honestly? I don’t know what the fuck this means, but I’m not exactly mad about it."

You blinked at him, surprised. "That’s… mature of you."

"Don’t get used to it," Nick quipped, but there was something softer in his eyes when he looked at you.

Noah let out another breath, this one less tense. "Well, if you’re not gonna be weird about it, I won’t be either."

"You’re both already weird about it," you pointed out, arching an eyebrow.

Nick grinned. "And yet, you’re still here, sitting between us, in my hoodie-"

"Don’t start this up again - " Noah cut in, deadpan.

Nick ignored him. "-acting like you don’t love the attention."

You rolled your eyes, but the way your face warmed betrayed you.

Noah shook his head, but there was the ghost of a smile on his lips. "God, we’re so fucked."

Nick let out a short laugh. "Yeah, probably."

There was another beat of silence before you spoke again, your voice lighter this time. "So, should we just… figure it out as we go?"

Nick and Noah exchanged a look.

"Guess we don’t have a choice," Noah said, running a hand through his hair.

Nick smirked. "I vote we celebrate our first argument-hookup session with pizza."

You snorted. "Food’s your solution to everything."

"And it works," he shot back, while standing up and throwing your pants and underwear in your face.

Noah sighed, but he didn’t protest. "Fine. But I swear to God, if you order pineapple-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Nick interrupted, already reaching for his phone. "No pineapple, you heathen."

You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself as they bickered about toppings. Despite everything - the tension, the confusion, the sheer insanity of whatever this was - somehow, it felt okay. Maybe not perfect, maybe not even close to normal, but okay.

And for now, that was enough.

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xx-like-a-villian-xx · 1 year ago

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I'd Love To Watch

You’re forced to share a room with Noah and he wonders what book you’re reading.

This one is for all my dark romance reading babes, stay slay 🥀

My ao3 is HERE

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in anything upcoming posts, (I have so many WIPs)

CW: one bed trope (ugh my fave), mentions of dark romance, fingering, Noah is a MUNCH, squirting, forced proximity (let me know if I need to add any more)

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

“Are you kidding me?” You groan, staring at the second suitcase in the bedroom that you called dibs on when you arrived at the Airbnb. “Matt, who put their shit in my room?” You call out to your best friend and tour manager who walks towards you, a smug smirk on his face.

”Well Noah kept saying he would take the couch but there’s a California King in there so I told him he should just bunk in with you tonight.” He leans against the doorframe, grinning. “Call it team building.”

”Team building?” You scoff, exasperated.

All you want is one night to yourself without being stuck in a bus full of sweaty guys and Matt thinks it's funny to let the man you’ve been trying to avoid all tour share your room.

Noah doesn’t like you, it’s been clear since day one. Every time he talks to you he’s so patronising and cocky it makes your blood boil but it’s not like you can say much. You’re just their merch girl after all, replaceable. If it wasn’t for Matt you wouldn’t even have the opportunity so you keep your mouth closed and stay out of Noah’s way unless it’s important.

“Does Noah know that we’re sharing?” You fold your arms over your chest, staring at your best friend.

Matt chuckles. “More than aware, he actually seemed fine with it.” Your eyebrow raises in surprise and he laughs. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You watch Matt retreat to his room and get to work pulling your pyjamas out from your suitcase, locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for what you now know is going to be a hell of a long night.

While brushing your teeth you hear someone shuffle into the bedroom and you groan internally. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, you gather your discarded clothes from the day and take a deep breath before opening the en-suite door.

Noah is lying spread eagle on the bed, wearing a pair of basketball shorts with no top, scrolling on his phone. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence when you put your things back into your suitcase. You roll your eyes, grabbing your book to sit in the window seat across from the bed for a while, quietly reading to yourself. The silence is thick and you can hear his heavy breathing, distracting you from your book.

Your eyes flick from the dark romance novel to the man on the bed, eyes trailing over the expanses of ink that cover his toned skin and you feel heat pooling in your core.

”Anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” His voice breaks you out of your trance and your eyes flick back to the words on the page.

You scoff. “I wasn’t staring, you just breathe really loud and it’s pissing me off.”

He chuckles darkly. “Yeah, sure thing sweetheart.”

The sound of movement reaches your ears but you daren’t look at him, lifting the book higher to hide your red face. Suddenly the novel is snatched from your hands and you scramble to grab it back from him.

”Heartless Heathens?” He hums, holding the book out of your reach as he reads the blurb then flicks through a couple of pages, eyes widening. “Jesus, Y/N. I didn’t realise you were into this kinky shit.”

Your face is tomato red, burning hot as you try to wrestle the book from his hands.

“Noah give me my book back!”

All he does is laugh, eyes flicking back and forth as he reads the page I had bookmarked. “Oh my god! ‘Does that tight pussy hurt when my fat cock stretches it out like this?’ Wow…”

His dark eyes meet yours and you squeeze them shut out of embarrassment, hiding your face with your hands.

”You like that shit, huh?” You can hear the amusement in his voice as steps forward, throwing the book down on the window seat. You want the ground to swallow you up when you feel him staring down at you.

You huff, removing your hands from your face. “Loads of people do, it’s just a book.”

“I mean, do you like that stuff? Guys talking to you like that in bed? Asking you if it hurts when they stretch you out on their cock?”

You laugh, he’s joking right? You look up at him and your mouth goes dry when you see his dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

”I don’t know,” you shrug. “I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years, I don’t really have the time.”

Noah looks taken aback at your words and his lips turn up into a smirk. “A pretty girl like you? Surely you have guys begging for a chance in every state we visit.”

You chortle, crossing your arms. “Unlike most guys, I don’t need sex.”

He scoffs, picking the book back up. “So you just read this casually?”

”Most of the time.”

”And the rest of the time?”

The hot flush returns to your cheeks, reaching the tips of your ears. “That’s none of your business.”

He starts to flick through the pages again, humming as he reads. “Can I take a guess?”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, go ahead.” You throw yourself down onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as he paces, reading.

“I think you like this Corvin guy most, I can imagine you getting all hot and bothered when you read his parts and you can’t help but find yourself fingerfucking yourself in your bunk when everyone is asleep.” His head tilts when he stops to look at you, his eyes searching for the telltale signs of your arousal, grinning when he sees your thighs clench together. “Am I correct?”

You shake your head in disbelief. What’s his game and why is he trying to get under your skin over some book. Your underwear feels damp from the wetness that is pooling at your core from his words and you have to stop yourself from lunging at him, to either punch him or kiss him…you’re unsure which one would be more satisfying.

”C’mon Y/N, tell me.” He sits next to you, pointing at a section where the main character is riding Corvin. “Is this what you get off to?”

You feel all too hot and bothered with him sitting next to you with his shirt off, tattooed skin taunting you as he tries to coerce the secrets of your alone time out of you.

”If I wasn’t in here right now is that what you’d be doing? Getting off over your little dark romance book?”

”What’s your deal Noah? Why do you want to know about all this?” You sit up straighter and he lounges back, eyeing you humorously.

He shrugs. “It’s just cute that you read this horny stuff. I never took you as the type to get riled up by it, is all.”

”You’d be surprised.” You mumble and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

”You read worse?”

”Oh shut up, Noah. It’s just dumb fiction, why are we even still talking about this?”

He turns to his side, propping himself up on his elbow, eyes burning into the side of your head. “Because I can tell how hot and bothered you are right now and it’s kind of sexy, I must admit.”

You gulp at his words, staring straight ahead in a conscious effort not to look at him or all of your resolve might falter.

”So tell me, were you so pissed about having to share this room because you wanted some special alone time tonight with your little smut novel?”

You can feel his smirk and the tension in the room thickens, turning into a storm cloud of lust.

”You can still do it, you know.”

Your eyes finally dart to his smug face and your eyebrows furrow. “What?”

He shrugs casually. “You can still get yourself off, I could read to you if you want?”

Your swallow thickly, your core throbbing at his words. “No, that’s weird.”

Noah chuckles. “Masturbation isn’t we-“

”I fucking know that! What’s weird is you’re my boss and you’re offering to read to me while I make myself cum. Do you hear yourself?”

You can’t lie to yourself, the offer is almost too tempting. It’s not fair that the most attractive man you know is basically offering to help you get your rocks off but he hates you right? He’s always so moody and weird around you. Why is he being like this?

He sits up, scooting closer so your shoulders are touching and he leans close to your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. “Or I could tell you every wicked little fantasy I’ve had about you since you waltzed into the studio with Matt all those years back.’

Your eyebrows raise and you turn to him, his mouth just inches from yours. “You fantasise about me?”

He laughs, a smug sound that makes you want to punch him. “Oh yeah, my favourite is the one where I get to bend you over and rip apart those fishnets you love to wear, the ones with the lace flowers on.” His eyes darken as he reminisces over the lewd thoughts and your mind wanders.

How would it feel to have his hands all over you, tearing away those expensive tights that you adore? How would it feel to have him buried to the hilt inside you as he pushes your head into whatever surface he can find? Fuck its all too much.

”Noah, we shouldn’t talk about this stuff.” You try to reason with yourself but your resolve quickly disappears when his long inked finger trails up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your silky black pyjama shorts.

“Why? We’re both adults.” He smiles almost innocently.

”Because you don’t like me.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Since when? Didn’t I just tell you that I literally think about how I want to bend you over?”

You roll your eyes. “You literally talk to me like shit the majority of the time.”

”I like watching you squirm.” His smile is cocky and it only sends more electricity to your core because he’s right, he does make you squirm and you like it too.

A lust filled silence lingers in the air as he stares into your eyes, a smirk plastered on his lips.

”So do you still want to get yourself off, I’d love to watch.” He cocks an eyebrow and there it is, the last of your resolve leaving out the window.

”Fine.”

He’s like a kid in a candy shop when he sits up, watching you lie down on the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you close your eyes, trying to pretend he isn’t there. You slide the silk shorts down your legs, leaving the black lace thong on and your hand travels over the soft fabric, running over the damp patch that is only getting bigger.

You gasp when you slide your hand between the fabric, fingers slipping between your slick folds, easily finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that's been begging to be touched since you walked out of the bathroom to find Noah sprawled out shirtless on the bed. Oh how you wanted to just climb on top of him, to sink down on his cock like you owned him.

A quiet whimper escapes your lips when you circle your clit, slowly teasing yourself to the images of Noah’s cock buried deep inside your cunt. You feel him shift next to you to get a better look at your movements, how your fingers move under the dark lace of your panties. You hear him take a shaky breath and it sends shockwaves to your sensitive core.

“Does that feel good?” His voice is deep, coarse in your ear and you whine out a confirmation, moving your fingers faster over your clit. “God, you don’t know how good you sound. Do you like it when I talk to you?”

”Y-yes.” You sigh and he chuckles.

”Such a good girl.” He whispers, breath tickling your ear. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, huh? Do you want to be good for me and remove your underwear so I can see how you touch that pretty little pussy? God, I bet it’s so perfect.”

You whimper, using your spare hand to push the lace down your thighs, kicking them off as you toy with yourself. Noah leans forward, a hand landing on your thigh to pull your legs further apart and a feral groan leaves his throat when you spread yourself open for him to see just how wet you are, fingers covered in wet slick.

”Oh fuck, you look so good sweetheart. Show me how you bury those pretty fingers in there.”

You push two fingers into your core, the wet sound reaching your ears. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life. You hear Noah’s breathing quicken as he watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, soft moans leaving your bitten lips.

”Doing so fucking well for me.” The praise feels like heaven when it meets your ears and you speed up, curling your fingers upwards. “Fuck, what I would do to bury my own fingers inside you.”

”Please.” You whine, opening your eyes to look at him, your breath coming out in pants when his lust blown eyes meet yours.

“Please what?” He smirks, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear as you find your clit again, rubbing your soaked fingers over the sensitive bud.

“I need your fingers inside me, please.” You’re so fucking needy and you can tell how much he gets off on it by how his smirk grows into a cruel grin and he holds his fingers against your plump lips.

”Are you gonna suck them for me? Get them nice and wet like the good little slut you are?” Your eyes roll back at his words and he gasps when your tongue swirls around the calloused pads of his fingers, soaking them with your saliva.

He pushes two long fingers into your warm mouth and you hollow your cheeks around them, staring up at him with innocent eyes that make his aching cock strain against his shorts. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and trails them down the valley of your clothed chest, down your navel to where your own fingers are still toying with your clit. Your eyes follow and your hand moves, giving him full access to where you need him most.

”You gonna watch me fuck you with my fingers huh?” He smiles sweetly, sliding his fingers up and down your drenched folds teasingly.

You nod, leaning up on your elbows to watch his slender fingers disappear between your folds, rubbing tight circles around your clit and you gasp his name, your mouth falling open at the immense pleasure. He chuckles, sliding them to your entrance to gather the wetness that pools there, moving back to your clit to play with it all too slowly.

”Please Noah.” You whine and he tuts.

”Be patient, I’ll get there. I want a better look.”

He moves to lie between your legs, pushing your legs further apart to get a good look at your glistening cunt. You can feel his breath hot against you and you could just cum right there without him even touching you, especially with how he looks up at you through those long lashes, eyes black and predatory like he wants to eat you whole.

“You’ve got such a perfect pussy, fuck.” He groans, pushes his long middle finger in, the dark ink disappearing inch by inch inside your cunt and you moan louder than expected, your hand flying to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, it feels so good, so soft.”

A second finger joins the first and he slowly curls them, finding that spot that leaves you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back, your head lolling back on your shoulders. His spare hand grips your inner thigh with a bruising hold and you're sure there will be bruises there tomorrow but you don’t mind, it feels like heaven.

”My mouth is so close to your pussy I can practically taste you.” He growls and your hips buck, pushing his fingers even deeper inside you. He chuckles darkly. “Do you want me to taste you?”

You sob, nodding enthusiastically.

”Use your words, pretty girl.” He hums, kissing your pelvic bone.

”Please taste me.”

He hums, his hot tongue dragging over your folds before his lips close around your clit, leaving you gobsmacked from how fucking good his tongue feels against you with his fingers fucking into you.

You’re close, you can feel that tightness building in your lower abdomen, so fucking close. His fingers curl faster, his tongue lapping over your clit like you’re the last water source on Earth and you’re falling. Your legs shake, a feral groan leaving your lips as your orgasm rips through your body like a fucking tornado. His fingers only move faster as his lips leave your sensitive clit and you're tipping over the edge again just as quickly, gushing around his fingers and the bed sheets below.

”Fuck, good girl!” He grins, lapping your sweet nectar from your thighs. “Think you’ve got another?”

You have no time to protest, he rises to slide between your thighs, fingers still buried deep inside your cunt as he stares down at you, curling them fast exactly where he knows he can drag another orgasm from you. His free hand covers your mouth when you cum again, screaming into his palm, soaking the front of his shorts where his leaking cock strains against them.

”Good fucking girl, well done!” He kisses your forehead, pulling his drenched hand away from your sensitive core to suck his fingers clean.

You stare at him in bewilderment when he smiles down at you. You’re in shock at how much you just came for a man you thought hated you half an hour ago.

”I think I need to catch you reading more.” He chuckles.

”Shut the fuck up.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into a searing kiss.

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“So you two didn’t kill each other last night?” Matt smirks when you make your way downstairs in the morning, wearing one of Noah’s shirts with him freshly showered following behind you.

Folio storms past, looking a little worse for wear. “I would’ve preferred it if they did, I need to bleach my ears.” He groans, pouring himself a mug of coffee.

You blush bright red, throwing a grape at the drummer and Noah wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

”Guess my plan worked then.” Matt chuckles, popping a grape in his mouth with a grin.

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concretejunglefm · 1 month ago

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Summary: While staying at an air bnb you accidentally flash the boys, where it all starts to descent into depravity.

Pairing: f!reader x all omens.

CW: accidental flashing, over all dirty talk and objectification around reader.

AN: This is fic will be in two parts. this is part one. credit to @kaliforniahigh and these anon's here and here

NSFW'ish under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

The sound of laughter and splashing water fills the air around you all, your own giggles growing louder as you attempt to wrestle Nicholas down from atop of Noah's shoulders and into the pool below, while you sit on Jolly's.

“Quit it!” You squeal every time Nicholas is pulled away from your grasp as Noah sidesteps Jolly's attempts. You can't help the frustration which slips out in your voice, resulting in a shared chuckle among the boys.

“Is someone getting annoyed because she's losing?” You hear Matt call from the side of the pool, mocking you briefly, but that distraction is all it takes for Nicholas to take his opening shot and push you back off Jolly’s shoulders.

Gasping, you fall back into the water, sinking briefly beneath before rising back up, being met with a chorus of laughter from all of the guys as you wipe your face, pushing your now wet hair back.

“Oh, it’s on.”

“Like Donkey Kong, baby.” Nick taunts as you size him up and he beckons you to try again, still sitting comfortably on Noah’s shoulders, while you climb back onto Jolly’s.

This time your fingers instantly interlace with Nick's and you begin attempting to push him back off Noah's shoulders, trying your best not to cheat and sneak in a kick, something which is made impossible anyway by Jolly’s grip on your legs.

It takes a few moments of you both pushing against one another before you see Nick's face change with the sudden realization that he's lost his balance.

It’s a sweet victory for you, but as he attempts to fight against it, he reaches for you the moment you release your hands, attempting to grab onto you and pull you down with him into the water as he slips from Noah’s back.

“Yes!” You cheer for your own victory and raise your arms above your head with a prideful stance, only to be met with silence from the rest of the guys.

Poolside, Folio’s mouth is agape as his eyes are both wide and locked onto you, slapping Matt’s chest in an expression of disbelief and drawing his attention over to where he’s looking.

“Oh shit.” Matt mumbles under his breath when he catches sight of what Folio’s become focused on, trying his best not to stare as obviously as him, or at least not be caught doing it.

Nicholas is left speechless the minute he returns from under the water, trying his best not to look, while beside him Noah can’t stop from letting his eyes trail back as a slight grin breaks out across his face.

From behind his camera, Bryan unknowingly captures the moment, only for his finger to continue pressing right up until the point you realize what everyone is looking at.

In the last round, as Nick reached for you, he unknowingly caught your bikini top which caused it to come free and fall down off you, exposing your bare chest to everyone.

In a panic you raise your hands and attempt to cover your chest, ushering for Jolly to lead you to the edge of the pool.

Out of everyone, he’d been the one unable to actually get a look, although that did little to make you feel better or stop the wave of embarrassment which washed over you.

Sitting on the edge of the pool you take the towel which Matt tosses your way, offering him a brief glance of acknowledgment, a silent thank you in your eyes as you stand up, doing your best to cover yourself and unintentionally flashing Matt and Folio again, which only causes the grin across the young drummers face to widen further, slapping at Matt’s chest as if he’s the luckiest man around.

In your heist to head back inside the air bnb, you find yourself bumping into Davis on his way out, while readjusting the towel, then feeling it slip from your grasp altogether.

“Oh whatever!” You grumble to yourself with a loud defeated groan, allowing the towel to drop to the floor and giving Davis an eyeful in the process, hearing a faint whistle come from him before you disappear inside.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy—”

“Shit. Yeah Folio, we get it.” Nicholas calls over to him, shaking his head at the drummer.

“Did you see that though? Did you see them? Her tits? Holy—”

“Say holy shit one more time you’ll be ending up in that pool.” Matt threatens, giving him a warning look which quickly shuts Folio up.

“What happened?” Jolly asks, clearly left clueless by the conversation at hand but Noah is quick to offer an explanation in the form of your bikini top, lifting it from the water, the fabric wrapped around his long tattooed fingers.

“This.” There’s a small smirk on his face as he looks over the fabric. It's almost amusing to think it did anything in the first place to keep you covered up.

“Let's see it.” Jolly reaches out but Noah is quick to snatch it back away.

“No, you missed it. You don't get to have this. This is like a souvenir. In fact I think I'll keep it.”

“Wait, why you?” Nicholas speaks up, attempting to take your bikini top from Noah. “I’m the reason it came off in the first place. If anyone has a right to a souvenir, it should be me.” He argues as Noah dodges him and he tries again, being met with a chuckle.

“You snooze, you lose.” Noah retorts like he's a child which results in Nicholas diving for him, attempting to tackle your bikini top from him.

Soon there's a splash as Folio joins in, swimming over to fight for his own right to claim a piece of you in the form of your swimsuit, while Jolly steps back towards the edge of the pool, being met with Matt and Davis.

“They’re really fighting over that, huh?” Matt chuckles, watching the three of them squabble over it like they’re children.

“I can't believe I missed it.” Jolly sighs, but looks up when he hears Bryan’s voice

“No need. I caught the whole thing.” The photographer turns his camera towards the three of them, scrolling through the pictures he took of the entire moment, from Nick falling, to him grabbing you, your bikini coming loose, up until you were bare and completely unaware with your arms raised above your head.

All three of them stare in awe at you and the sight of your tits on the small screen.

It would be a lie to say they haven't all fantasized about them on occasion, especially the ones where you didn't wear a bra, able to see your nipples poking through your shirt.

And in unison they all said the same thing; “Holy shit.”

“Come on, man. Are you really going to hog it all day?” Folio was practically leaping up for your bikini top as Noah held it up out of his reach, easily amused by the eagerness of the drummer just to have even a piece of your clothing.

“Damn, all this just for a bikini top? What else of hers have you tried to steal?” Noah teases and catches the way his friends' cheeks redden slightly at the remark which prompts him to stop, his brows furrowing with a serious, yet curious expression. “Wait, what else have you tried to steal from her?”

“Nothing.” Folio fumbles, though it's a blatant lie.

“Our boy is down bad.” Matt chimes in as he joins them the pool house separate from where you are in the main house, squeezing on Folio’s shoulders before ruffling up his hair.

“Pretty sure I saw him with a pair of her panties once, unless there's something you're not telling us.” Matt teases and all eyes fall onto Folio who shrugs.

“And so what if I did? They were mixed in with my laundry, like I was going to ignore the fact they were right there.”

It’s Jolly who speaks up next, eyeing his bandmate curiously. “What did you do with them?”

“Nothing.”

“Please, like you’re not the most perverted one here.” Matt laughs and falls down into one of the chairs, Jolly following his lead as he settles into the one beside him.

Before long the rest of the guys have slowly spread out around the pool house, settling onto the furniture.

“I jerked off into them, so what?”

“You had her panties and didn't even share them? And now you expect me to share this?” Noah holds up your bikini top like it’s a trophy and shakes his head, rubbing the damp fabric just beneath his nose and above his lips. “Not happening.”

Even though there was a strong smell of chlorine, he could still detect the scent of your perfume infused into the fabric, making his dick twitch within his wet swim shorts and he shifts to make himself more comfortable.

“They were a great pair of tits though.” Nicholas speaks up, almost shy and all eyes fall onto him.

“So great that Bryan was a good enough man to capture them.” Jolly let slip the information he’d been given while Nicholas, Noah and Folio had been fighting in the pool, their faces quick to light up.

“Seriously?” The word slips from Nicholas’ lips in a hast, unable to contain his excitement over the fact and Bryan simply nods, patting to his camera as though it’s the holy grail.

It doesn't take long before they're all passing around the camera and looking over the photos of you topless while sharing their most lewd thoughts about you.

“God, I'd let her ride me any day. Just grab her at her sides and pull those tits right in my face.” Jolly mimics the motion as if actually pulling you towards him and shakes his head as though he were nuzzling between your breasts.

“Her nipples are so perky. I would give anything to suck on them.” Folio whines as he looks over the pictures of you once again, his tongue practically hanging from his mouth like a panting dog.

“Her tits looked great but have you seen her ass in those shorts she always wears? And her thighs in those long socks? fuck this girl's gonna be the death of me.” Matt grumbles as he drops his head back, easily being taken back to the memory of you in those very shorts with your cute knee high socks as if it didn't make you the perfect fuckable thing on the planet.

“What about when she doesn't wear a bra under her shirt? More specifically when she's wearing one of our shirts?” Nicholas chimes in and Noah nods, his face practically still half pressed to your bikini top.

“The Lord of The Rings shirt.”

It’s all Noah has to say to entice another audible response from Matt, mimicking his words with a desperate groan. A clue that it was easily one of his favorite looks on you.

“Oh, fuck but what about when she—” Folio’s eager voice is cut off by the sound of yours as you call out for them and they all grow silent when you peep your head in through the door.

“So this is where you’re all hiding.” You stand in the doorway, your arms crossed over your chest.

Before your gaze can cast over to Noah, he slips your bikini top down into the front of his swim trunks, feeling his already hardening cock twitch more against the damp fabric as it presses on him.

“Oh, Matt. I hope you don't mind, I grabbed one of your shirts. I couldn't find mine.” You've changed into a shirt, minus the bra, and a pair of shorts, opting for comfort after drying off.

Uncrossing your arms you reveal a huge Lord of The Rings image, reaching to the bottom of it and tugging it out for him to see.

Folio instantly begins nudging Matt in the side with his elbow, as if they’re sharing some kind of inside joke.

“Not a problem at all.” Matt responds, his voice sounding slightly strained.

You just shake your head, choosing to ignore whatever weirdness was going on between them.

“I'm getting hungry so either you come back in and we order or I'm going to eat without you losers.” You declare before heading back towards the main house.

“Was she…?” Nicholas begins to ask once you’ve left, their eyes all still focused on the spot you'd been standing.

“Not wearing a bra. Yeah.” Folio finishes, his usual boyish grin spread wide.

There's a brief lull between them all until Folio shouts as he jumps up from his seat. “Dibs I get to sit next to her!”

“In your dreams.” Matt retorts as he grabs him by the back of his shirt, yanking him back and pushing in front of him as he makes his way out the door and over to the main house, Folio racing after him.

Jolly, Bryan, and Davis follow, chuckling as they go and as Nick pushes up from his seat, he looks down to Noah. “You coming?”

“Yeah, in a minute.” Noah briefly nods, shifting in place as Nick eyes him before letting out a laugh.

“She really got you that worked up, huh?”

“Shut up.” Noah retorts and pulls your bikini top from out of his trunks. “You’re just jealous.” He holds up the fabric and waves it in Nick's direction. “I can give it to you after I'm done.”

“And have your dirty cum rag?”

“It’s still a piece of her.”

Nick grows quiet as if contemplating the offer before shaking his head. “No. I think I'll go find my own. I’ll leave you two in peace.”

“Good luck.” Noah calls back out to him, chuckling as he strokes a hand over the bulge now showing in his swim shorts.

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