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like-a-omen · 7 months ago
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Best friend! Folio
@darling-millicent-aubrey @alloraiona @english-fucker @pathion @foliosgirl @livingdeceasedgirl
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Best friend folio would definitely drag you along on fishing trips to keep him company. When it's quiet between bites he's pulled you close under the blanket rubbing slow circles on your clit, you know later when he calls it a night he's going to fuck you in the tent as his way of saying thank you for coming with him. Without warning he picks up the pace catching you off guard as a loud moan escaped you causing him to smirk at your reaction, now pulling you in for a sloppy kiss as his fingers entered you to muffle your moans you feel that familiar knot building. Your close and he knows it the way your grinding your hips into his hand tells him all he needs to know, a sudden beeping of the bite alarm pulls you back to earth and folio away from you to start reeling in the fish "sorry babe got a bite!" In that moment all you could think was fuck that fish.
Best friend folio setting up a nice little smoke session for just the two of you after hearing how rough your day at work had been, ever seen your text he's been snack shopping and pre rolling preparing for your evening. You finally arrive at his and are greeted with a big bear hug before leading you to the sofa the coffee table laid out with everything you guys will need, as you both lay there cuddled up joint passing between you both you slowly felt the stress from today melt away. Folio laid there stroking your hair and you couldn't help but smile thinking how did you get so lucky to have such a caring best friend, it was always that boys mission to make you smile and he was pretty damn good at it.
Best friend folio would 100% take any opportunity to make you laugh watching you light up like that always brightens his day, plus he thinks your laugh is just adorable he'd make it your personal ringtone if you let him. Even in the bedroom he will try to make you laugh the way it makes you clench around him puts that boy on cloud nine, thrusting into you while he's making you laugh just gives your boobs that exta bounce that he just loves.
Best friend folio would love it when you ask to go out on his bike with him, you was cruising along with no real destination but that's what made it even better you'd always find the most stunning locations. You watched the world go by arms wrapped round him tight just getting lost in the scenery it was a great way to clear your head, folio had offered plenty of times to help you learn so you could ride together and as much as you loved that idea you'd miss admiring the views. Typically you'd stop by some lake he finds before heading back, but you didn't mind you loved watching him get all excited scoping out a new potential fishing spot.
Best friend folio noticed your gaze fixated on his arms as he was practicing a new drum solo, he just knew your mind was going to some very dirty places. "Hey Y/N can you chuck the towel?" No answer "Earth to Y/N?" He snapped his fingers a few times dragging you out of your fantasy, you felt a blush creep across your face realising you'd been caught but also not having a clue what he just asked you. "Umm I thought it was great.. looked really technical" he laughed before heading over to grab the towel himself wiping away the sweat, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched. "Bit distracted are we? Wanna tell me what we was up to or do you wanna act it out? " That's how you ended up bent over his drum stool, the grip he had on your hips was definitely going to leave bruises but you didn't care.
Best friend folio wouldn't admit it but he'd definitely get jealous if other guys were chatting you up at a party, he could tell that they only intended to use you for the night and you just didn't deserve that. He watched this guy like a hawk and just didn't like the vibes he was giving off, so once he left he decides to save you from a night of disappointment. "Hey Y/N this party is a bit lame wanna come back to mine and have a smoke?" Shortly after you both was in a uber on the way to folios the guy that was flirting with you wasn't that interesting anyway, besides he probably couldn't fuck you better than your best friend. Folio definitely made sure it wasn't a disappointing night you started to wonder if come round for a smoke was just code for sex, because here you are getting absolutely railed into next week by your best friend.
Hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this one so expect some more best friend folio in the future 😉
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enemiestolovershoe · 29 days ago
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nick folio smut pleaseee
Drummer's Desire
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Nick Folio x bsf!reader
Summary: Y/N, the merch girl, and Nick Folio have always been close. On tour, their bond deepens as playful flirting turns into something more.
Words: 5.6k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, orgasm, nicknames, friends to lovers, smoking, let me know if I forgot something
Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.
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You didn’t plan on becoming a merch girl, let alone sticking around long enough to be considered a staple of the Bad Omens crew. It all started when you took the job as a favor for a friend. Their usual merch handler had bailed last minute, and they needed someone to cover for one show. You’d been a fan of the band but never expected to end up on tour with them.
One show turned into two, and before you knew it, you were stuffing your life into a suitcase and hopping on a bus with a group of guys who quickly became your second family. Over the years, you’d bonded with each member of the band, laughing at Noah’s sarcastic quips, staying up late playing video games with Jolly, and helping clean up after some of Ruffilo's wilder post-show antics.
But Folio? Folio was different.
From the moment you met him, the two of you clicked. Whether it was your shared sense of humor, the one or the other joint, his easygoing attitude, or how he always managed to lighten the mood, Folio became your best friend on the road. 
Matt, the band’s manager, never let you live it down, constantly teasing the two of you about how inseparable you were. You both brushed it off—because that’s what friends do.
At least, that’s what you told yourself.
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The sun was already baking the asphalt as you hauled the first of many boxes of merch from the van to the venue’s back entrance. You could feel the sweat trickling down the back of your neck, but the thought of another tour had your adrenaline pumping. The familiar smell of stale beer and faintly disinfected hallways greeted you as you stepped inside.
"Just another day living the dream," you muttered to yourself, setting the box down with a grunt.
“Need help, princess?”
The voice, smooth and teasing, sent a shiver down your spine despite the heat. You turned to find Nick Folio leaning casually against the doorframe, his signature smirk firmly in place. He wore his usual tour uniform—black jeans and a black shirt—and looked irritatingly unfazed by the work ahead.
“Princess?” you asked, arching an eyebrow, though you couldn’t fight the grin tugging at your lips.
“What? You don’t like it?” Folio pushed off the frame and strolled toward you. “Thought it suited you. All regal, in charge of your little merch kingdom.”
You rolled your eyes. “More like I’m the pack mule of your kingdom. But if you’re offering, your royal highness, I could use the help.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He winked, stepping past you to grab a box. His cologne mixed with the stale air of the venue, and you pretended not to notice how good it smelled.
The two of you worked in tandem, grabbing boxes from the van and stacking them neatly inside the venue. Folio kept up a steady stream of commentary, half of it teasing, the other half genuinely amusing.
“So, what’s the over-under on Matt cracking a joke about us by the end of the day?” he asked, his voice light as he hefted another box onto his shoulder.
You groaned. “Oh, you know he’s already planning something. He’s probably got a list of new nicknames he’s ready to test out.”
“Hmm.” Folio grinned. “Let’s see... power couple? Dynamic duo? The will-they-won’t-they wonders of the merch table?”
You threw a crumpled piece of cardboard at him. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m carrying this box, aren’t I?” He raised an eyebrow as he set it down inside. “Besides, you secretly love the attention.”
“Do not!” you shot back, though your flushed cheeks probably betrayed you.
A loud voice boomed from across the venue. “Hey, lovebirds! Quit flirting and get a move on!”
Matt stood by the stage, clipboard in hand, grinning like he’d just caught you red-handed. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the embarrassed laugh that bubbled out.
“Flirting?” Folio called back. “We’re way past flirting, man. We’re at the full rom-com montage stage.”
You smacked his arm, but he only laughed.
Once the last box was inside, you plopped down on a nearby stool, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. Folio sat on the edge of the table, spinning a drumstick between his fingers like he always did when he was killing time.
“You know,” he said, his tone softer now, “it’s kinda nice, starting the tour like this. Feels... normal.”
You glanced at him, surprised by the sudden sincerity in his voice. “Yeah,” you admitted. “It’s always a little chaotic, but once we’re on the road, it’s home.”
“Exactly.” He nodded, his eyes meeting yours for a moment that felt longer than it should have.
Before you could overthink it, a voice called from the stage.
“Folio! Soundcheck!”
He sighed dramatically, hopping off the table. “Duty calls. Don’t miss me too much, princess.”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile lingered long after he walked away.
You leaned against the counter, scanning the thinning crowd. The fans had been relentless for the past hour, snatching up shirts, hoodies, and posters like their lives depended on it. You loved their energy—it was infectious—but you were grateful for the lull. Charles, your ever-reliable co-worker, waved you off with a grin.
“Take a break, would ya? I’ve got this,” he said, gesturing to the mostly empty merch table.
“You sure?” you asked, already halfway out of your seat.
“Positive. Go do whatever it is you do when you’re not folding shirts.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. A break meant one thing—watching your favorite boys perform.
Weaving your way backstage, the familiar hum of the arena filled your ears. The opening act had wrapped up, and the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. You slipped past crew members and equipment until you found your spot at the side of the stage.
The lights dimmed, and the roar of the crowd was deafening. One by one, the band members took their places. Noah’s voice echoed through the arena as the band launched into “Concrete Jungle.” You couldn’t help but grin, the energy of the performance pulling you in.
It wasn’t long before Folio spotted you. He was mid-drumbeat when his eyes found yours, and even in the dim lighting, you could see the smirk spreading across his face. A few songs later, Jolly, Nicholas, and Noah caught sight of you. Each of them gave you a smile or a nod, their way of saying “Glad you’re here.”
As “Like a Villain” came to an end, Folio set his sticks down, stood up, and made his way toward you. You raised an eyebrow, folding your arms as he approached.
“What are you doing here?” he asked with a big smirk, his voice loud enough to carry over the residual cheers from the crowd.
“I could ask you the same thing,” you teased, smirking. “You’re supposed to be on stage.”
Folio held up a joint, the corner of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin. “Just went to get this. Wanna join?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “After the show, bad guy. I still have to sell your clothes when the show’s over.”
“Fair enough,” he said, chuckling.
“Now go back on stage before Matt gets mad at us again.”
“Fine, fine.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. “But don’t go anywhere. I want to see you after the set.”
“Go!” you urged, lightly pushing him back toward the stage.
He winked before turning back to his kit, and you shook your head, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.
As Folio settled in and the band kicked off “Just Pretend,” you stayed in your corner, watching as they owned the stage. This wasn’t just a band to you—it was family. And moments like these reminded you why you loved being part of this chaotic, beautiful circus.
As the final chords of "Dethrone" rang out and the crowd’s cheers shook the arena, you knew it was your cue to head back to the merch stand. You waved at Folio as you turned to leave, catching the quick nod and grin he sent your way before he launched into the final encore.
By the time you reached the merch table, fans were already gathering, ready to grab their last-minute souvenirs. For the next hour and a half, it was non-stop chaos. Hoodies, shirts, posters, and CDs flew off the table as you and Charles scrambled to keep up. Your legs ached, and your throat was dry from shouting over the noise, but the fans’ excitement was contagious, keeping you going.
Finally, as the crowd thinned out and the arena began to empty, you leaned against the counter, letting out a sigh of relief.
“I’m officially dead,” you muttered to Charles, who nodded in agreement.
“Good thing we’re done,” he said, motioning toward the approaching group.
You looked up to see the band and Matt making their way toward you, still buzzing from the performance. Noah was the first to speak.
“Let us help so we can go back to the hotel,” he said, his voice firm but friendly.
You and Charles exchanged a look and nodded instantly. With the band’s help, the merch boxes were packed up and loaded into the vans in record time. Nicholas and Jolly cracked jokes the entire time, while Matt barked playful orders, pretending to be the bossier version of himself.
As you finished securing the last box, Folio sidled up to you, bumping your shoulder lightly. “You good, princess?” he asked, his voice softer than the usual teasing tone.
“Exhausted,” you admitted, stretching your arms.
“You worked hard tonight,” he said, his hand brushing yours briefly as he handed you your water bottle.
You gave him a small smile. “Thanks. You weren’t too bad up there yourself, rockstar.”
He smirked, leaning a little closer. “Just trying to impress the merch girl.”
You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed.
The ride back to the hotel was filled with laughter and a collective sense of relief. Noah and Jolly argued about the setlist for the next show while Nicholas played a playlist of ‘90s throwbacks' that had everyone groaning and singing along in equal measure. Folio, however, stayed close to you, his shoulder brushing yours more often than usual as he made small comments that only you could hear.
You chalked up his extra touchiness to the joint he’d smoked earlier.
When the vans pulled up to the hotel, you gathered your things and headed toward the lobby, ready to collapse into your bed. But just as you reached the doors, you felt Folio’s hand wrap around yours, tugging you to the side.
“Where are you—” you began, but he cut you off with a smirk as he held up the remaining joint.
“Forgot already, huh?”
Your eyes widened, and you let out a laugh. “No—yeah, I’m sorry. I guess I got a little distracted.”
“Lucky for you, I’m a patient guy,” he said, his grin turning playful as he motioned for you to follow him.
The two of you found a quiet corner behind the hotel, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat and chaos of the evening. Folio lit the joint, taking a slow drag before passing it to you.
“Better now?” he asked, watching you as you exhaled.
“Much better,” you said with a chuckle, leaning against the wall beside him.
The shared silence was comfortable, punctuated by the distant hum of city noise and the occasional flicker of streetlights. You couldn’t help but glance at him, the soft glow of the joint casting shadows on his face, making his smirk look even more mischievous.
“You’re staring,” he said without looking at you.
“Am not,” you retorted, taking another drag to hide your embarrassment.
“Sure, princess,” he teased, his voice low. “Whatever you say.”
The cool night air was laced with the faint aroma of the joint, and by now, you could feel the haze settling over you. It made everything softer—your laughter, the buzz of distant cars, and especially Folio’s voice as he leaned against the wall next to you, his shoulder almost touching yours.
“You’re quiet,” he teased, exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the night. His eyes flicked to yours, glinting with mischief. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“Pretty head?” you repeated, laughing softly. “Bold words coming from someone who calls me ‘princess’ every five minutes.”
“It suits you,” he said with a shrug, passing the joint back to you. His fingers brushed yours intentionally, lingering just long enough to make your heart skip. “I mean, you’ve got that whole ‘effortlessly cool’ thing going on. Own it.”
You rolled your eyes, but the compliment had you smiling. “Effortlessly cool? Says the guy who’s literally a rockstar.”
He tilted his head, smirking. “Okay, but you make folding t-shirts look like an art form. I’d trade the drum kit for that any day.”
“You’re full of it,” you said, taking a drag before handing the joint back.
“Maybe,” he admitted, leaning a little closer. “Or maybe I’m just saying what I’ve been thinking for a while now.”
The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth paying attention to—sent a shiver down your spine. You blamed it on the weed, the atmosphere, anything but the way your chest fluttered under his gaze.
“You’ve been thinking about me?” you asked, your voice light but laced with curiosity.
“More than you’d believe,” he said, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “It’s hard not to when you’re always around, being all... you.”
“All me?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You know exactly what I mean. You’re smart, funny, and you keep all of us from falling apart on tour. Not to mention you’re... well, beautiful.”
The word hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say.
“Are you sure you’re not just high?” you joked, though your voice was quieter now.
“High enough to say it,” he replied, his tone dropping slightly, “but not high enough to mean it any less.”
The boldness of his words caught you off guard, and before you could respond, he reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered against your cheek, and your breath hitched.
“Folio...” you began, but your voice trailed off when his eyes flicked to your lips.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “And I will.”
You didn’t.
His lips met yours softly at first, like he was testing the waters. Your eyes fluttered shut, and for a split second, the world around you disappeared. When the initial shock wore off, you kissed him back, your fingers gripping the front of his hoodie as the kiss deepened.
It wasn’t gentle anymore. It was heated, almost desperate, and you didn’t realize how much you’d wanted this until it was happening. Folio’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, his forehead rested against yours.
“Wanna continue in my room?” he asked, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through you.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding as you looked into his eyes.
You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Folio’s smirk widened into a grin that made your knees feel weak. “Let’s go then,” he said, taking your hand in his. His touch was warm and steady, grounding you despite the butterflies swarming in your chest.
The two of you walked back into the hotel lobby, the quiet hum of the night contrasting sharply with the storm of emotions building between you. You avoided the curious glances from a few straggling crew members, focusing instead on the warmth of Folio’s hand as it wrapped securely around yours.
When you stepped into the elevator, the tension in the small space was palpable. The doors had barely closed before Folio turned toward you, his free hand sliding to your waist as he pushed you gently against the wall.
“Couldn’t wait, huh?” you teased breathlessly, though your heart was racing.
“Not even a little,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His lips crashed into yours, and this time there was no hesitation. His kiss was demanding, full of need, and you melted into him, gripping the front of his shirt to steady yourself.
His hands explored your sides, fingers pressing into your skin as if he was afraid to let go. Every thought slipped from your mind, replaced by the feeling of him—his lips, his hands, the way his body pressed into yours.
The ding of the elevator snapped you both back to reality. You pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your cheeks flushed as you glanced at the now-open doors.
“Saved by the bell,” you said, trying to steady your voice.
Folio chuckled, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment. “Not for long.”
Taking your hand again, he led you down the hallway, his pace quick and purposeful. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his urgency, but there was no denying the anticipation bubbling in your chest.
When you reached his room, Folio fumbled with the key card for a second before pushing the door open. Before you could take in your surroundings, your back was against the wall again, his lips finding yours like he couldn’t bear to stop.
He pulled away just enough to search your eyes, his breath mingling with yours. “You sure, princess?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with something almost vulnerable.
You nodded, your hand brushing his cheek. “100%.”
That was all he needed to hear.
With a grin, he slipped his hands around your thighs and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your laughter mingling with his as the tension between you both gave way to something deeper, more intimate.
The two of you were completely lost in each other. Time seemed to blur as you made out, lips moving together in perfect rhythm. His hands roamed your body with a mix of confidence and care, tracing the curve of your waist, the line of your back, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
Folio’s kisses weren’t just passionate—they were consuming. Every time he pulled back to catch his breath, his lips found a new spot: the corner of your mouth, your jawline, the sensitive spot just beneath your ear that sent shivers down your spine.
Your fingers toyed with the hem of his hoodie, tugging gently. It wasn’t subtle, and he pulled back just enough to smirk at you, his lips already swollen. “What’s the rush, princess? I was just getting started,” he teased, his voice low and full of heat.
You rolled your eyes, though your breathless laugh betrayed you. “Less talking, more action, drummer boy.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “As you wish.”
In one swift motion, he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. His toned chest and tattooed arms were on full display now, and you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger.
“Like what you see?” he asked, grinning when he caught you staring.
“Shut up,” you muttered, cheeks flushing, but you couldn’t hide your smirk.
Folio leaned in again, kissing you deeply as his hands found the edge of your sweater. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing your skin, and then he tugged it upward, pulling it off in one fluid motion.
“Much better,” he murmured, his eyes darkening as they roamed over you. “God, you’re beautiful.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.
“Keep saying stuff like that, and you might just get lucky,” you teased, though your voice was softer now.
His laugh was low and rich, and he kissed you again, this time with even more urgency. His hands roamed your bare skin, leaving trails of warmth wherever they touched. You weren’t sure who moved first, but soon enough, your jeans were gone, followed quickly by his.
Now in just your underwear, you could feel the heat radiating between you. Your hands explored his body, tracing the muscles of his back and shoulders as his lips trailed down your neck. You arched into his touch, a soft groan escaping your lips when his hands stroked your sides, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to the edge of your bra.
“Folio...” you whispered, your voice thick with need.
He hummed against your skin, his lips never stopping their assault. “What’s that, princess?”
“Nicky,” you groaned, using the nickname you knew would get his attention. His head snapped up, and his eyes locked onto yours. “I need you.”
Something shifted in his expression, his usual teasing demeanor replaced by something raw, almost primal. He kissed you again, harder this time, his hands gripping your hips as though he was trying to ground himself.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he murmured against your lips.
Without another word, his hand slid down your side, his touch igniting every nerve in your body. When his fingers found the place where you needed him most, your gasp turned into a soft moan, and his name fell from your lips like a prayer.
Folio’s fingers explored you with a confidence that made you gasp, and the sound pulled a low groan from his lips. His forehead rested against yours, and his voice was rough, almost a whisper. “You’re so wet, Y/N,” he said, his breath hot against your skin.
You bit your lip, your face flushing as you locked eyes with him. A teasing smirk tugged at your lips, despite the haze clouding your mind. “Oh, I have been,” you admitted, your voice breathy, “since I saw you smoking that joint on stage.”
Folio groaned, the sound deep and guttural. His lips brushed against your ear as he chuckled. “You’re gonna be the death of me, princess,” he murmured, his tone full of both adoration and hunger.
His fingers worked in and out of you with a rhythm that had your back arching against the bed. Each motion sent a wave of pleasure through you, making it impossible to keep quiet. Your hands clutched the sheets beneath you, and his name spilled from your lips like a plea.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice dripping with encouragement. “Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart.”
And you did. Your body trembled beneath his touch as he brought you over the edge, your cries filling the room. The intensity left you breathless, your chest rising and falling as you came undone beneath him.
Folio slowed his movements, pressing soft kisses to your skin as you came down. His lips trailed lower, leaving a path of warmth and electricity in their wake. When he reached the hem of your panties, he paused, glancing up at you with a look that sent another shiver down your spine.
The silent question in his eyes was clear. You nodded, your trust in him unspoken but unwavering.
He didn’t hesitate, hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling your panties down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Once they were gone, he settled between your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before his lips found the place where you needed him most.
The moment his tongue moved against you, your head fell back against the pillows, a shaky gasp escaping your lips. “Oh, my God, Nicky,” you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked you expertly.
The sounds he made—the soft hums of satisfaction and the occasional groan when you pulled on his hair—only heightened your pleasure. He alternated between slow, teasing strokes and firm, purposeful movements that had your hips bucking against him.
“Folio,” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper as the tension inside you built again.
“Right here, princess,” he murmured against your skin, his words sending vibrations through you.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to crest again, this time even more intense than the first. Your body tensed, your cries filling the room as you shattered beneath him. He didn’t stop until every last wave had subsided, his movements gentle as he helped you ride it out.
When you finally stilled, he smirked, clearly proud of himself. He rested his head on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh. “You good, princess?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender.
You nodded, a dazed smile spreading across your lips. “Mhm. More than good,” you replied, your voice still breathless. “Come here.”
He crawled up your body, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was slower this time but no less intense. You could taste yourself on him, and instead of shying away, you deepened the kiss, pulling him closer.
Your hands wandered down his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles until they reached the waistband of his boxers. You palmed him through the fabric, feeling his arousal straining against it.
Folio groaned into your mouth, his hips jerking slightly at your touch. “Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, breaking the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.”
“Good,” you teased, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as your hand slipped under the waistband, wrapping around him. The warmth of his hardened length against your palm sent a thrill through you, and you stroked him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched.
“You keep doing that,” he murmured, his voice strained, “and I’m not gonna last, princess.”
“Then don’t,” you whispered, your tone teasing yet full of want. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Folio’s gaze darkened, and he kissed you again, his hand sliding up your side and tangling in your hair as he lost himself in the moment. Folio’s lips were hot against your neck, his breath ragged as he kissed his way up to your ear. You pulled him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “Now show me how much you care about me, Folio,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with need.
His breath hitched at your words, and he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and full of desire. “You have no idea what you do to me, princess,” he murmured before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.
His movements were slow and deliberate as he slid his boxers down, freeing himself. You couldn’t help but glance down, and your breath caught at the sight of him. He smirked when he noticed your reaction, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.
“Like what you see?” he teased, his tone playful despite the tension crackling between you.
You gave him a cheeky grin, your hands sliding up his chest. “Very.”
His laugh was low and rich, but it was cut short as he kissed you again, his lips hungry against yours. After a moment, he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m gonna grab a condom real quick, yeah?” he said, his voice full of care despite the urgency in his movements.
You shook your head, your hands gently cradling his face. “You don’t need to,” you told him, your voice soft but steady. “I’m on the pill.”
Folio groaned, the sound deep and guttural, his lips brushing against your temple. “Fuck, okay,” he murmured, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
You nodded, your trust in him unwavering. “I will,” you assured him, your voice barely above a whisper.
He guided himself to your entrance, sliding his length through your folds with deliberate slowness, letting you adjust to the sensation. The moment he began to sink into you, you both moaned in unison, the sound filling the room.
“God, you’re so tight, baby,” Folio groaned, his voice strained as he fought to keep his movements controlled.
You gasped, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders. “Or,” you managed to breathe out, a teasing smile tugging at your lips despite the haze in your mind. “You’re just big, Folio.”
His head dropped to your shoulder, another deep groan escaping him. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he bottomed out, staying still for a moment to let you both adjust.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.
You nodded quickly, your legs tightening around him. “More than okay,” you murmured. “Move, Nicky.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out slowly before slamming back into you, setting a rhythm that had you both panting and moaning in no time. Each thrust was deep and purposeful, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.
The coil in your stomach tightened with every movement, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “Folio,” you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair as your back arched off the bed.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips pressing against your temple. “Let go for me, princess. I want to feel you.”
With one more thrust, the knot in your stomach snapped, and you cried out his name as you came undone beneath him. The sensation of your walls tightening around him pushed Folio over the edge, and he groaned deeply as he followed, spilling into you with a final, powerful thrust.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his body hovering over yours as you both caught your breath. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as he came down from his high.
“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You smiled up at him, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Mhm. More than okay,” you replied, your voice still breathless.
Folio smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I—”
A sudden knock on the door interrupted him, making you both freeze. He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Better get that, rockstar.”
Folio scrambled to pull his boxers and shirt back on, clearly flustered by the unexpected interruption. You slid beneath the covers, pulling them up to your chest and trying to contain your giggles.
He shot you a quick look before dashing over to the door, still trying to fix his disheveled hair. When he swung it open, Matt stood there, arms crossed with a smug look on his face.
“Can I help you, Matt?” Folio asked, his voice a little too casual, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck.
Matt raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Uh, yeah, actually. I could hear you two down the hall,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So, keep it down, yeah? I don’t know how much press there is in this hotel.”
Folio’s face turned as red as a tomato, his lips pressing into a thin line as he fought to hold back his laughter. “Fuck, okay,” he muttered, pulling his lip between his teeth and nodding quickly.
Matt leaned against the doorframe, clearly enjoying the moment. “Called it, by the way,” he added with a wink, before turning on his heels and walking away.
Folio closed the door with a soft thud and let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping in relief. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting out in laughter.
“That was so embarrassing,” he said, shaking his head, but his smile was wide, the redness still lingering on his cheeks.
You snickered, sitting up on the bed, and held your arms open. “Come here, Folio,” you said, still laughing, your voice light and teasing.
Folio hesitated for a moment, but then he grinned, shaking his head. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”
“More than you know,” you replied, winking at him. “Now get over here, my drummer boy.”
He sighed dramatically, though the playful glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t actually upset. With one last, exaggerated eye roll, he crossed the room and climbed back onto the bed beside you.
You snuggled up next to him, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you tried to settle into a more relaxed position. “Can’t believe Matt heard everything,” you said, still chuckling quietly.
Folio wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. “I don’t know who’s worse—Matt for hearing or me for not realizing how loud we were being.”
You smirked up at him. “I’m gonna guess Matt, since he was the one who interrupted us.”
Folio laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “True. But I’m blaming you, anyway,” he teased, giving you a playful squeeze. “You’re just too irresistible, princess.”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face betrayed the teasing. “Uh-huh. Sure, blame me,” you replied, your voice light and playful. “I’m just the innocent bystander in all this.”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Innocent, my ass.”
You both laughed together, the tension from earlier melting away as you enjoyed the moment in each other’s company, no longer caring about anything else happening outside the room.
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tikosblogg · 6 months ago
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Night In
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Summary: You and your best friend Noah have a criminal minds marathon night, but he seems to be having a hard time focusing.
Warning: smut. Pure filth. Dom!Noah, fingering. Swearing.
A/N: best friend Noah has me in a fucking choke hold. SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!!đŸ€Ș it’s literally 2AM and this scenario popped into my head. I had to get it out before I went to sleep, because I definitely would have forgotten it by the time I woke up. Please enjoy. Let me know what you think đŸ˜‰â€ïž
The sound of the water cascading down the tiled walls enveloped the bathroom like a warm hug, steam rising to blur the edges of the world outside the small sanctuary. I sighed contentedly, enjoying the solitude after a hectic day of work. The rhythm of the water was soothing, and I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift.
“Hey, Noah!” I called out, leaning my head back into the cascading water. “Can you come in here for a sec?” I heard his footsteps approach, the familiar creak of the bathroom door creaking open, punctuating the hush of the steam-filled room. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice smooth as it always was.
“Are you down for a Criminal Minds marathon tonight?” I asked, grinning to myself. It had quickly become a ritual of ours, binging on crime dramas and rolling our eyes at the absurdities of the plotlines while eating popcorn and drinking a few. “Yeah I’m down,” his voice had a slight edge to it, like he was only half-listening. I peeked through the steamed up glass, briefly catching a glimpse of him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking especially relaxed in his faded gray t-shirt.
“Great! I can’t wait to see The way you squirm at the creepy parts. It’s priceless,” I teased, letting out a laugh. Noah chuckled, but there was something else behind that laugh—a lingering silence that felt heavy in the air. I glanced over, curiosity piqued, and noticed he was staring, his gaze fixed on the glass shower walls where steam mingled with droplets of water.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked, playfully splashing water in his direction. He blinked, suddenly like a deer caught in headlights, the blush creeping up to his cheeks evident even from where I stood. “ yeah, just
 can we talk when you get out? I’m literally getting hard watching you shower right now.” he admitted, bluntly. Scratching his head, his eyes darting away, though they lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary.
The realization of what he’d said hung between us, thick and charged. My heart raced, a cocktail of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding through me. “Oh,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, the steam turning us both a little breathless.
“Sorry, it’s kind of hard not to,” he laughed. “You know, the fog and you look a little too good.” He smirked.
“Thanks?” I said, unsure of how to respond, a nervous laugh escaping me. He turned away, but not before I caught the evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans. The tension shifted, electrifying the air around us, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement there too, blurring the lines we’d always kept between us.
“Okay, I’ll be quick,” I assured him, suddenly hyper-aware of my own body and the droplets that clung to my skin. It felt like we had crossed an invisible threshold, yet neither of us was ready to acknowledge it just yet.
“Take your time,” he said teasingly, as he turned to walk out, pausing at the door. “But unless you want to be the one who has to explain why I’m walking around with a boner, I’d suggest you hurry.”
As the door clicked shut, I couldn’t help but laugh, a blend of nerves and something else bubbling beneath the surface. After rinsing away the day's fatigue, I stepped out, the warmth of steam swirling around me as I wrapped a towel snugly around myself. I glanced around, ensuring I was alone, a smile creeping onto my face at the thought of having the house to myself with Noah.
I rummaged through the pile of clean clothes thrown haphazardly on the counter and pulled out one of Noah's oversized t-shirts. It fell delightfully to my mid-thigh, the fabric soft and comforting against my damp skin. As I slid on a pair of underwear, I took a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror, feeling a sense of warmth at how casually sexy the ensemble was.
When I emerged from the bathroom, a wave of confidence washed over me. I found Noah lounging on the couch, the glow of the television illuminating his features as he flipped through the streaming options, searching for our show. His eyes flickered to me, and for a brief second, he froze, his brows raised in surprise before a smirk broke across his face.
“Nice shirt,” he teased, his gaze lingering on me, undeniably captivated.
I smirked back, walking over to where he sat. I could feel the weight of his attention on me as I settled down beside him, nestling into the cushions of the couch. The familiar opening credits of Criminal Minds began to play, and I grabbed the remote, easing into the comfort of the moment.
Noah’s laugh was warm, drowning out the eerie music of the show, and my heart soared as he pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around me. As the episode unfolded, I couldn’t shake the sensation of being completely at ease, my worries melting away like snow under the spring sun.
An hour passed, and I felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere as I found myself feeling sleepy. I shifted slightly, laying my head on Noah’s lap. His fingers instinctively began to run through my hair, a gentle and rhythmic massage that made me sigh contentedly.
The show continued in the background, but my focus blurred with every gentle stroke of his hand. It was surreal how strangely intimate we were being. We’ve always been pretty affectionate with each other, but this felt different. His touch sent a tingle down my spine, every movement igniting a sense of want that hung between us, unspoken yet palpable.
Noah looked down at me, his expression softening. “You know, you look really cute in my shirt,” he murmured, a hint of mischief dancing in his voice.
I smiled, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I should wear it more then,” I teased, running my fingers along the hem of the fabric as if weighing the option.
His laughter rumbled through his chest, and I could see the way his eyes sparkled. “Good. It looks better on you anyways.”
I chuckled softly, shifting to get more comfortable, feeling the warmth radiating from him. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting playful shadows across the walls. The warmth of Noah's body provided comfort as I lay on the couch, my head resting on his lap while we both immersed ourselves in the latest episode of our favorite show. The world outside felt miles away, and for this moment, everything else faded into the background.
As his fingers tangled gently in my hair, an intimate motion that sent pleasant shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, relishing the way his fingers moved. His fingers suddenly began tracing a path from my hair down my side. The sensation was feather-light, almost teasing, until they reached my hip. I held my breath as his fingers played with the edge of my underwear, a trail of heat left in their wake.
My heart raced at his touch. I couldn't help but subtly squeeze my thighs together, a simple reaction, but one that betrayed the flutter in my stomach. I felt the tension between us crackle like static electricity in the air.
"Y/n" his voice a soft whisper, breaking the spell for a moment. My name rolled off his tongue like honey, sweet and addictive. I rolled onto my back, gazing up at him, my head nestled comfortably against his thighs, practically blinded by the sheer intensity of his gaze.
He stole a glance at my bare thighs, a fleeting moment that made me feel exposed yet thrillingly alive. "What's wrong?" he asked, his brow slightly furrowing as if he was clueless at what he was doing.
I looked away, heat pooling in my cheeks blushing, perhaps, in both embarrassment and excitement. How could he be so nonchalant about this? His hand found its way up my stomach, slowly inching beneath my shirt, and I stifled a gasp, the softness of his touch causing the world around us to blur.
"Nothing," I murmured, though my voice was barely a whisper, betraying the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside me.
"Come on," he coaxed, his fingertips dancing just below the hem of my shirt. "What is it?"
A soft whine slipped from my lips without my permission, the weight of his teasing hanging heavily in the air between us. "You’re teasing me," I whimpered, frustration mingled with desire.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in the quiet room, both comforting and maddening. "I’m not teasing...." The playful glint in his eye, combined with the authoritative way he pressed his finger over the front of my underwear, sent sparks through my core.
“What if I like it?” I blurted, the honesty spilling out before I could reel it back in.
His expression shifted, surprise giving way to something deeper as he leaned down closer, the air between us thick with unspoken words, and for the first time, I sensed that this moment was filled with endless possibilities .
With his finger still teasing me, he smirked, his warm breath ghosting over my face.“Then I won’t stop.”
Everything around us faded into silence, the television now just a distant hum.
His hand slid under my head, lifting it up slightly, as he leaned down capturing my lips into a heated kiss and it felt as if time slowed. The evening sunset filtered through the curtains, casting a soft orange glow over the living room. I was nestled comfortably on the couch, my head resting gently on Noah's lap. The hum of the world outside felt distant, as if time had slowed just for us. I could hear the steady beat of his heart, echoing the warmth that enveloped me.
His lips were warm and inviting, enveloping mine as if they were made for each other. I surrendered completely, allowing his tongue to glide against mine. It was an intoxicating rhythm that drew me deeper into the moment. I could barely catch my breath as his fingers swept under the hem of my panties, teasingly slow, until they found their way to my core.
I gasped against his mouth, breathless and desperate. My thighs instinctively fell open, making room for his hand, craving more. I whimpered his name, a plea wrapped in desire.
“What is it baby?” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and husky, igniting a spark of anticipation within me.
The teasing question sent my heart racing. I could sense the care behind his touch, but the intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming. In that instant, I wanted to drown in him, to abandon all reservations. I pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. He looked at me, a mixture of curiosity and longing in his eyes.
“I just... I want you,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. It felt liberating to admit it, to articulate the pounding desire that coursed through my veins.
He smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes, and his fingers continued their gentle exploration, igniting a fire that smoldered just beneath the surface. “You have me,” he assured me, his voice rich with promise.
With newfound confidence, I leaned into him, pressing my lips back to his, craving the connection that was building between us. His fingers continued their teasing, each touch sending ripples of pleasure spiraling through me, coaxing out soft gasps that mingled with our kisses.
His tongue licked into my mouth, tasting me. I knew we were stepping over an invisible threshold, reaching for something deeper, but I was ready for it. As his fingers stroked through my soaked folds, he finally sank two of them into me. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out, as I softly ground my hips against them.
His eyes left my face, focusing on his fingers now coated in my arousal, slowly disappearing over and over into me. His other hand left the back of my head, pulling my shirt up above my breasts letting them free. My nipples instantly hardened as the cool air hit them. Noah’s eyes raked up my body, until they landed on my heaving chest.
His big tattooed hand, groped my tits squeezing them , and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I groaned, slowly losing my mind. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby
.your pussy is so fucking wet.” As soon as those words left his mouth, his fingers sped up. He crooked them up, hitting that spongy spot, as more pleasure bursts through me.
I gasped and whined, as his palm hit my sensitive clit over and over. “Noah please.” I begged, sounding breathless. “Please what baby? What do you need?” He asked, his voice soft but mocking. “I- I need to cum.” I stammered, as my end was nearing. His bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth, as his bit hard before speaking.
“Then cum y/n, cum on my fingers.” He groaned, trying so hard not to lose control. Without another word, I moaned out my hips stuttering against his fingers, as they fucked me through my orgasm. He removed his fingers, and pulled me upright, his eyes meeting mine with such an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within my throbbing core. I complied, eager yet shy, straddling his hips as I felt the heat radiating from his body. My face instinctively buried into the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of him—a mix of musk and something distinctly Noah—wrapped around me like a warm blanket, grounding and intoxicating at once.
His large hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my movements as I instinctively began to grind against him. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, igniting a deep fire within. He was huge. I whined softly, the sound muffled as I nuzzled deeper into his skin, desperate for more of this moment, more of him.
“Noah
” I breathed, feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable. He pulled my head back gently, his large hand wrapping around my throat in a possessive grip that both thrilled and terrified me. His eyes bore into mine, dark with desire and something deeper I couldn't quite place.
“Fucking look at me,” he said, his voice almost a growl, and full of command. His hips softly bucked up against mine, the material of his sweat shorts causing a delicious friction against my sensitive core. I met his gaze, my heart racing, captivated by the raw intensity of the moment.
And then, without warning, he closed the distance, capturing my lips in another heated kiss. It was a collision of want and urgency, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
His hips thrust upward again, drawing me closer, forcing my core against his in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned into his mouth, lost in the rhythmic grind of our bodies, the world outside completely forgotten. All that existed was him, me, and this intoxicating connection that burned brightly between us.
He pulled away, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and pulling it off swiftly. His eyes landed on my tits. His face dropped to my chest, teasing both of my nipples with his lips. My hands flew to the back of his head, gripping his short hair tightly.
He pulled back, wasting no time releasing his hard dick from his shorts with a soft sigh of relief. I almost drooled at the sight. He was definitely huge, and so so beautiful. The tip was bright red, already leaking. He must’ve seen the slight hesitation in my eyes, as his hand cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes up to his.
“You’re gonna take it right baby? And you’re gonna ride me, until I cum in that pretty little pussy right?” He groaned, his gazing burning into mine. The butterflies in my stomach were going wild with this new dominant side coming out of him. I nodded my head quickly, practically begging for it.
He shook his head at my lack of words. His hand now cupping my jaw, pulled me into him closer. “Say it.” He growled. Not moving until I spoke. I whined, my hips grinding harder against him. “Yes sir.” He smirked at my reply, pecking my lips softly. “Good fucking girl.”
He gripped my hips, pulling me up to hover over his dick. I gasped, as soon as the tip entered my core. It already felt amazing. He slowly pulled my hips down, further and further until he was completely bottomed out inside of me. “That’s it baby, just like that.” He moaned, pausing to let me adjust.
Before I knew it, his hips thrusted up, making me see stars. “Ohhh fuck Noah.” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders tight. He thrusted up again, his hips going at a steady fast pace as I bounced on his lap. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He moaned breathlessly.
He grabbed my hands, pulling them down, and forcing them back and crossing them behind me, as he held them together with one hand, he guided my hips with the other. My chest fell against his, as I gasped and moaned into his neck. His thrusts were hard, and fast. Almost knocking the breath from my lungs.
The hand holding my wrists tightened, as he bit down on my shoulder. “Noah fuck, please I’m gonna cum.” I groaned, as his hips sped up even faster. “Do it baby, please. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He panted, into my neck. That was all it took, my pussy instantly tightening around him, as I came for a second time.
I pulled my face from his neck, attacking his lips in a feral kiss. His thrusts became sloppy, as he finally came. His grip on my wrist tightened, the pain of it not even registering as I was too lost in the pleasure. He continued thrusting slowly as he fucked himself through it. His lips never leaving mine.
After a few short moments, he released me. Bringing my wrists to his lips kissing them gently. “I’m so sorry if I was too rough.” He whispered, against my skin before finally looking into my eyes. I smiled sweetly, cupping his cheeks. “I loved every fucking second of it.” He grinned, pressing his lips to mine, in a sweet kiss. “Me too.”
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concretecultist · 7 months ago
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Kingdom Come
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summary: you ask Noah, your Dom best friend, for a big favor.
pairing: sub!fem!reader x dom!noah
word count: 7.4k
THIS IS PURE FICTION!!
warnings: 18+!! BDSM, restraints, slapping/impact play, light degradation, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, p in v, oral (f receiving), subspace
A/N: this was purely self indulgent. please reblog and comment if you enjoyed đŸ„°
~BerryđŸ«
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Life was kicking your ass. Harder than normal and the weight of the world was getting harder the bear.
Your job sucked, your body ached all the time and the one guy who you thought was going to be it for you, ended up ghosting you. All of it was a slap in the face and it was even worse when your landlord calls you to let you know the water would be off for a couple weeks due to maintenance issues. You guess you could tolerate it since he’s reducing rent during the time that the water will be off.
So, once you find out this information, you’re calling your best friend to see if you can crash there for a while. He had no problem with it. He no longer had roommates and often found himself missing having someone around.
So when you arrived and got yourself situated after a steamy shower to wash the day off, you find yourself sitting beside Noah with a question burning a hole in your tongue.
“I know this idea is out there but,” you choke on the words and realize how ridiculous this sounds.
“What?,” he keeps clicking away at his controller as he played his game, not taking his eyes off the screen. When you don’t answer, he takes a peak over at you and can see you biting your lip so hard it looks like it’ll bleed.
“Stop doing that,” he paused his game and used his thumb to gently pull your lip down from between the grip of your teeth, “What’s going on. It’s just me, Y/N,”
You look to him, twiddling your thumbs and decide it’s all or nothing, if he says no you guys can just forget you ever said anything.
“I need to turn my brain off,” you blurt out.
“Okay?,” he shrugs as if there was nothing to it, “I can have Folio bring some weed by,”
“No, I-,” you throw your face in your hands, cheeks burning as you think about it, “You are in the
. the BDSM scene and I want you to help me turn my brain off,”
His mouth drops in an ‘o’ shape as it clicks what exactly you mean. His hesitation has you feeling so silly. You should have just showered, went home and rubbed one out.
“Sugar, I’m not exactly sure you know what you’re asking for,”
You were his little sugar cube. Too sweet to know exactly what his life entailed behind the scenes. You never really seemed interested in it before. But little did he know, you were just nervous to show it.
He could be mean at the request of his subs during sessions and you were requesting it now but you were his best friend and he didn’t want to cross that line unless you were 110% sure.
“N-no, no I do,”
He’s briefly talked about his sessions enough for it to cause a burning of desire in your gut. You’ve never been in the scene but with the way things are going lately, you just need to be taken care of, to be manhandled and you’d rather do that with someone you trust.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you mumble, humiliated now that you’d expect your hot, dom, best friend to do that for and to you, “I just made a fool of myself,”
The silence that he was giving after your initial ask was gnawing at your emotions, you just wanted to disappear right now.
“Sugar, it would be an honor but if we do this, there’s no going back because I’m going to want you forever,” his words spilled like the smoothest whiskey on the market. Sure, now this sounds like a typical cliche of friends to lovers but what’s wrong with that? Sometimes things like this are meant to become something more. Maybe that’s why long term relationship never worked for either of you
 because you two were it for each other?
“Please,” your voice cracks with need. You had showered while he stayed on the couch playing a video game and yet your body is still tense.
“Follow me,” he stands tall before you, extending a hand in which you take easily. You could already feel some tension relieving from simply holding his hand.
He kept his pace slow, easy for you to keep up with as one of his steps equaled three of yours.
He had a spare bedroom that no one was allowed in, not even you and you guys had been friends for almost a decade now. So when he reached above the door to grab the key, you snatched your hand from his and took a giant step back.
“I can’t go in there,”
“Right, without my consent,” he peaked over his shoulder, “But you have that now and then some,”
You looked at him with wary eyes and he dropped his shoulders with a knowing sigh.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” his hands made their way onto your shoulders to deliver a comforting squeeze, “This is the way,”
One of his hands is gently cradling your cheek now and it’s so soothing that you can’t help but lean into it and he notices the way your eyes flutter.
He already knows you’re going to be so good for him tonight.
Noah leans his forehead down to yours and your lips are only a few centimeters a part.
“You trust me
 don’t you, Sugar?,”
Immediately weak in the knees, noticing he’s already entering into his persona. You nod feverishly against him.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,”
A gentle peck on your lips has you leaning in for more when he pulls away.
“Take your hands off the wheel and let me drive,” is all he says before turning his back to you to unlock the door.
Time seemed to slow down when he pushed it open, a part of you wanted to close your eyes, still feeling nervous about seeing a space he deemed so private that he kept it locked up. Your hand is in his once more with him pulling you through the threshold as he flicks the light on.
Red fluorescent lights filling your vision.
It smells so good in here and you wonder how, considering what possibly goes down based simply off of what’s in here.
The bed frame looks like one luxurious bird cage, bolted to the floor and a sheer canopy draping over it. There’s bars hanging from the ceiling with cuffs hanging from them.
Open cupboards of different items like floggers, paddles then another filled with masks and gags, one full of toys. There’s a full fridge in here with a clear door and you can see different replenishing beverages and snacks.
This is his sex dungeon
“Something like that,” he spoke aloud.
Realizing your thoughts weren’t kept in your head you avert your gaze to the ground.
“I don’t use it much other than personal uses, any time I have a scene with someone I meet them at theirs. I’ve just been keeping this a secret until I found the one worthy to be in here,”
Your eyes widen as you raise your head to meet his.
“M-me?!,” poking yourself in the chest, “I
 you mean me?!,”
His shoulders tremble in soft laughter, shaking his head at your disbelief.
“This entire time, I’ve just been wanting to bring you here but you never expressed any interest in the scene,” he played with your fingers in his grasp, something he always found comfort in doing.
“I didn’t know if you’d take me seriously. I’m not exactly
 what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive,”
“You’re exactly what comes to mind,” he brings you to a plush crimson couch, covered in velvet material. When your ass meets the cushions, he’s reaching to a table beside you to light a candle, bringing it over with him as he lowers himself into his knees before you.
“I’m going to go over a few house rules while I get you relaxed okay?,”
You offer a simple nod and he smirks,
“Rule number one- I always need a verbal answer. I don’t want to leave anything to the imagination and possibly misread body language, got it?,”
Swallowing thickly you nod once more, “I understand,”
“Good girl,” his hands make their way onto your calves, kneading the tight muscles, causing an involuntary moan in which you try to subdue.
“Number two, don’t be shy,” he says plainly, “I know this is new but you know me and I’m here to keep you safe so don’t shy away from me. Be as vocal and as emotional as you need to be,”
“I understand,” you answer once more. Your eyes watch his hands, curious when he picks up the candle, the flame flickering in his eyes.
“Three. Trust that I will never hurt you outside of what you ask for,” he tips the candle and a quiet gasp leaves your lips, quickly turning into a moan when the wax drips onto your tired legs, Noah instantly setting the candle down and massaging it into your skin.
“Pheromone massage candles,” he answered your unasked question.
“Four. I usually go by King during these scenes but since this is new for you I don’t want you to feel detached from me so call me Noah until you feel comfortable, okay?,”
“Y-yes,” your eyes cross slightly while his thumbs work into the sore soles of your feet. This was helping so much and just from this simple interaction, your core is buzzing already.
“Five. If you need to stop or directions are not okay or unclear- speak up. I’m going to need you to pick a safeword for me,”
You squirm on the couch, becoming putty in his hands as they move from your feet to your calves and now your thighs.
“Kingdom,” you answer with ease, if he goes by King might as well make it coordinate right?
“Good one,” he plants a kiss by your knee, “Rule six, no negative self talk or thoughts. I may degrade you but I will always follow it up with praise. You are loved and cared about, you understand me?,”
“I understand,” you nod.
“Seven. Have fun and let go. We are here together so remember I will always catch you,”
With his last rule he spreads your thighs, squeezing them to get a reaction out of you.
“Do you have any rules for me?,” eyes dark yet caring in the red glow.
“Don’t hold back,” an embarrassing whimper escapes, “I know I’m a rookie but I can take it and I know you’ll take care of me just
,”
Your hands grab his, holding them tight so he knows how bad you need this.
“Just don’t hold back. I need it, I know I’m safe so I just need you to hurt me, I need you to help me turn my brain off and surrender myself to you,”
Your words from earlier echoed in Noah’s head and he thought they were a crock of shit.
I’m not exactly what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive
Bullshit. You were perfect.
He wipes his hands on a towel that he kept on the table with the candle, setting it and the candle back in their original spot when he was finished.
His hands are now sheltering your face because he can see your mind is still running a million miles a minute.
“What do you need from me right now?,”
You were embarrassed to say it.
“What were rules 2 and 7, Sugar?,” his voice pulled you from your own thoughts.
“To not be shy and to let go,”
He nodded in understanding, “So why are you breaking my rules and overthinking?,”
God, he was so good at this. The twinge of disappointment in his tone had your heart aching, you wanted to be good.
“Can.. c-can you smack me?,” your voice was barely a whisper and you knew he wouldn’t let that slide.
“Speak up, baby. Closed mouths don’t get fed,” his thumbs were rubbing such comforting circles on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but oblige.
“I need you to smack me,” it wasn’t a plea, it was a declaration.
Noah just reads your face. Studying your expression to see if there’s any doubt, any hesitation. He stands you up and then he leans in to kiss you with a sort of need that you’ve never been kissed with before. You two are breathing heavily in between and you can barely keep up. Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, just wanting him to consume you.
He pulls away but before you can protest, you feel the searing heat of his open palm meeting your cheek. A gasp of surprise comes from you and yet again you’re left with no time to react when he does it again.
“Fuck,” you mewl, “More,”
He answers your demand with a little more power behind this one, the pain feeling so good you almost fall to your knees but luckily, he held you upright.
“Turn it off,” he says through clenched teeth, smacking you once more. If you were naked you know for a fact you’d be dripping down your legs, “Turn it off, Sugar. I see you trying,”
Hand on your neck, he’s pushing you backward and each step is another slap until he pins you to the wall, you can feel your eyes burn as the tears of desire being to rise.
You need this so bad.
“I said. Turn,” a harder slap, “It. Off!!,” with one more smack, you’re practically howling at how exceptional it felt, eyes closed as you welcome the sting that lingered on your flesh, feeling the heat running down to your neck and up to your temples.
Your head feels like you’re in limbo and when you open your eyes, he can see the change in yours and you can see the change in his.
You’re both in your designated positions. He has his hands on the wheel now. Your brain was off and the part of you that needed to be taken care of has entered the chat, the stressed version was locked away in a dark cell of your mind and would stay there until it was time to let her out.
“There she goes,” his hand soothed your cheek and you were liquid in his hands
“Thank you,” doe eyes shining up at him, he feels so proud of himself.
“Oh baby, it’s my pleasure,” he cooed, “Can you be good and undress for me?,”
“Can you help?,” your body was feeling fuzzy, like you had a few shots and were floating now. You felt like if you tried to undress yourself you’d topple over.
“Of course,” he felt gratified to be asked.
One article of clothing at a time until you were bare in front of him, pinned against the crimson paint on the wall.
“How are we doing? You okay?,” a kiss planted to your neck, his large hands running up and down your body had you sighing in content.
“On cloud nine,” you answer dreamily. You were in a daze, this room felt like your own amusement park now.
A room you once weren’t allowed in because this is his sanctuary. How many others were close to being brought here? How many others did he put in a hypnotic state?
“Put her away,” his gruff voice echoed in your ears, “She doesn’t get to come back. Lock it away,”
He could tell through your body language that you were starting to overthink again.
“Do we need to stop?,”
“No,” rearing back to look him in his eyes so he can see how bad you truly need and want this, “No. It’s turned off,”
“That’s what I need to hear,”
He brings you back over to the couch you were on a few minutes ago but this time he’s sitting on the cushion and he’s positioning you over his lap.
“Think you can handle a few spanks?,”
“Uh huh!,” excitement coursing through your veins, body jolting when you feel his lips press against the supple flesh that he was soon about to tenderize.
But first, he had to feel you. He has to feel your wetness coat his fingers. So his fingers trace figures on the back of your thighs and you’re jutting your ass up to get him to touch you, he delivers a light smack as a warning.
“Patience,” is all he speaks. Slowly but surely, his middle finger swipes your clit and lightly presses into your entrance.
He pulls a long drawn out moan from you when he fully pushes his finger inside. A quiet growl emits from his chest and your toes are curling.
“Noah pleeeeaaase,” you grip his calves, eyes rolling at his slow movement of removing his finger and reinserting it.
“What do you need, Sugar?,” you could hear the smile in his tone. The way he was speaking to you and touching you just made the anxiety melt away.
“Wanna feel your fingers. Always wanted to feel your fingers,” you couldn’t help but be unapologetically honest. For years you’ve watched his hands and how he talks with them, how he uses them to hold multiple things at once, how he sucks on them when he gets ice cream or ranch on them.
But until now you’ve always buried your desires deep.
“Oh yeah?,” without a warning, he’s stretching you open and you’re bracing yourself against his thighs, spreading your legs as open as possible so you’re not falling off his lap.
“You feel so good, Sugar,” he affirms, “So wet for me, so fucking warm,”
His fingers were reaching so deep it was intoxicating, never having experienced anyone with fingers as long as his has you going cross eyed.
“Thank you, Noah!!!,” your walls pulsing around his middle and ring fingers while his free hand soothed your ass cheeks before taking a big strike against them, the sound of his palm meeting your flesh bouncing off the walls.
“You’re so welcome, baby,” he picks up the pace of his fingers and he can feel the way you’re trying to get friction on your clit.
“Nuh uh,” he spanks you once more, “Be good, take what I give you,”
“Please,” singing a beautiful tune, you just want to let go for him, you want to crumble in his lap, you want him to feel what he does to you.
“Please what?,” another strike on your ass and another curl of his fingers inside you.
“W-wanna cum for you,”
“Is that right?,” there’s that teasing tone again, it makes you feel small but it only tightens the coil in your core. He moves his fingers with expertise inside of you and you think you’re about to orgasm strictly off of penetration which is rare for you. You almost always need clitoral stimulation.
“Please. Please. Wanna be good for you, wanna let go for you,”
You two have only just begun and you’re already a mess. You can hear the squelching, you can hear your heart thumping in your ears, you’re trembling.
You’re a fucking mess in his grasp.
“I think we should make your first one easy enough to earn,” he observed, positioning his knee right under your pelvis, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his fingers stroked the deepest depths of you.
“C‘mon, Sugar. Give it to me. Let it out,”
Your nails are digging into his calf and you’re drooling, rocking back into him but he didn’t mind this time, he’s enjoys seeing how desperate you are to cum, not just for yourself but for him.
You want to offer all you can to him. All of your emotions, all of your whimpers and cries, your mind, body and spirit.
“I’m gonna
 can I cum, Noah? Please”
He gives a hum of approval and he can feel it, he watched your body swell with a deep breath and watched it deflate as you let out the most beautiful, guttural moan he’s ever heard.
His fingers halt their movements inside of you and he makes sure to rub your back to bring you back down.
“You’re okay,” a soft murmur leaves his lips while he slowly removes his fingers from your soaked hole, sitting you up and repositioning you in his lap so you’re straddling him.
“Be good and open for me,”
You follow his directions and bask in the glory of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, making you taste yourself. You collect your flavor but before you can close your mouth and swallow it down, he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth to taste you.
Your eyes instantly roll in the back of your head, relishing the taste of his mouth sharing the taste of you.
“Need you,” you pull away, hands cupping his face as if he’s made of glass, “Always needed you,”
His gaze softens for a moment, letting you know that ‘regular’ Noah hears you, that it’s not just his persona hearing those words.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he purred, “You have me, Sugar. Just as I have you,”
With ease, he lifts you up and walks with you to the cupboards.
“Pick a toy, a gag and a restraint and come to the bed when you’ve made your decision,” a kiss is given to your temple and he walks away, leaving you to make your choices without any pressure. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and makes his way to the bed.
He has so many trinkets to choose from. He just stock piled all of this stuff until he found the one? He really is a stickler for this kind of thing.
After some careful self-deliberation, you grabbed your chosen items and made your way over to him. Noah sat patiently within the doorway of the cage-like bed.
“I chose these,” you offer them to him and he gave an intrigued ‘hmph’
A rose, a silicone bar gag and wrist-to-thigh cuffs.
“Good choices, baby” standing up and kissing your forehead, he moves out of the way so you can see the bed. Silk red sheets, chains hanging from the bars, and the sheer canopy keeping secrets in with just a glimpse of what was to come.
“Climb up,” he pats your ass and you do just that, at a leisure pace so he can get a good view of you from behind. When you sit flat, you see him entering and closing the door behind him.
This feels much more intimate than just any ole bedroom. The lighting, the enclosed space, all of it made you feel closer to Noah.
“Before we start, take a drink for me,”
“But I’m okay,”
“Did I ask that?,” he tilts his head, eyes squinting as if to tell you ‘watch it.’
“I’m sorry,”
He cracks open the bottle and holds it to your lips, giving you a knowing look as if to say ‘I told you so’ when you drink down half the bottle.
When you’re finish he sets it to the side and hovers over you until you’re laying back on your elbows, eyes not leaving his.
“How are we doing? You still okay?,”
“I’m perfect, Noah,” a tender smirk made its way into your face, “I know I’m safe,” you assure.
“Are you okay? I know this kind of thing takes time, just don’t want you to feel pressured,” you inquire.
“There you go overthinking,” he kisses your neck, “For you, it’s easy to turn on. You never took notice to how I always took control? No matter what we did?,”
He’s got a point. Any time you two went out grocery shopping because you were anxious and didn’t want to go alone, he hooked his arm with yours, took your list and did all the shopping. Any time you two went out to the movies, he’s picking your snacks and drinks and doing all the talking. A hand on the small of your back each time you two were out, always helping you zip up your dresses or fastening your necklaces.
It was subtle, but it was always there.
“I was made for you. I was made to take care of you,” he continues his trail of kisses, planting them wherever he pleases, “And you let me. Which means you were always mine,”
A relaxed sigh is released at his words. He’s right and you know it.
“So, knowing this. I’m more than okay and am filled with joy of knowing that I get to break you and put you back together again, over and over,”
Bucking your hips up wasn’t a good idea, considering he pinned them down and got your restraints ready.
“I need this. Noah, please I need you” a shameful cry bounces off the bars of the enclosure you found yourself in.
“I know,” he growled, fastening your hands into the cuffs and attaching the other bands to each thigh. With your hands tied to your thighs now, you wouldn’t be able to touch him.
“You need me to wreck you. To hurt you so that the stressors of your everyday light aren’t plaguing your brain for once,”
He squeezes your cheeks so your lips are parted and lifts your head up to move your hair out of the way so he can tighten the gag.
You looked so beautiful like this.
“I’m here to give you just that,” he grabs the rose, “I don’t care how many orgasms it takes. I’m going to reduce you to nothing and fill you back up with worth again. I will end you and resuscitate you over and over again until you’ve had enough. Is that understood?,”
“Yeth,” you slur around the gag.
“Good,” on his knees, between your legs, he turns the rose on and the low hum fills the space, he leans forward to spit on your nipples before placing the opening of the toy over your harden buds, your back swiftly arching off the bed with a moan around the silicone.
He’s at this for a while, just teasing your nipples, biting at your jawline, groaning in your ear until you’re leaking onto the silk sheets.
You’re begging around the gag but he just teasingly looks at you as if he can’t understand you. But he knows. He knows where you need him.
“It’s a lot, are you sure you can handle it on your clit?,” he smirks so devilishly it’s almost scary. But the twinge of fear makes you ache.
“Mmhmm mmhm!,” already drooling around the bar, you nod feverishly, just wanting to feel something, no, needing to feel something.
You get what you desire when he sits back up on his heels to spread your legs even wider to get a perfect view of your swollen clit, glistening as your arousal is painted all over your core.
When he finally attaches the toy to your clit, your toes are curling, your eyes are rolling and your back is arching.
Maybe you weren’t ready for this, maybe you should have gotten a wand or something.
“Relax,” he says simply, using his own legs to pin yours down.
“Breathe, Sugar. Just breathe. Look at me,” he sees the way your eyes are swimming with tears and it brings him satisfaction, especially when your chest is trembling from him keeping the buzzing toy on your sensitive bundle.
“It’s a lot, I know but I wouldn’t give you more than you could handle,”
He slowly inhaled with you, guiding you to calm you down but it was just too much, so much that you’re already cumming and groaning behind the gag which causes Noah to darkly chuckle.
But he keeps it there. He keeps the rose there and you’re convulsing under him when he sinks his fingers into your messy core.
“That was pathetic,” he looked into your eyes, “And you didn’t even ask,”
He got so much amusement out of your whimpers, how the hell were you supposed to ask with a gag in your mouth?! But maybe that’s the point? It’s a set up for him to milk you as a form of torture.
It was sadistic but, you were the masochist after all.
“You’re so creamy,” he said in a daze, absolutely obsessed with the way you’re painting his fingers, your walls pulsing around his appendages as if they’re trying to draw them in and keep them there.
“Noaaaaaaahh!!,” your cries muffled, your face so wet from the tears and the spit but Noah finds it beautiful, if he could, he’d paint how you looked right now and frame it, get it tattooed even.
“You can do it. You asked for this, remember?” His eyes rolled at the feeling of his fingers deep inside, drenched in your offering, his tattoos glistening, catching his eye in the ruby lighting. He just wanted to be bottomed out in you already.
You’re calling for him from around the gag, breasts shaking as you’re overcome with yet another blinding climax. Your nails dig into your thighs, just wanting to dig them into Noah’s instead and pull him toward you. You wanted him, you craved him.
“Sshhhh. You’re okay, Sugar. You’re doing so well for me,” he picked himself up off your legs and grabbed a rag to wipe the spit that dribbled down your chin, “I’m gonna turn you over, need you to give me one more before you have me. One more and we can take the cuffs and gag off okay?,”
Sitting you up, his hand supporting the back of your head as he checks over you, making sure you’re okay.
“Do you need anything? A break, water?,” he breaks character for a moment
With a verbal “Nuh uh” behind the bar, you let him position you like a Barbie, letting him move your legs, manually arching your back and propping a pillow under your head so you were comfy and could breathe.
You feel him leave open mouthed kisses on your ass, biting the pillowy skin just to hear you hum in delight.
“Can’t wait to give you what you want,” Noah positions himself under you so he can stare right up at your leaking heat, no matter the angle, it was a mesmerizing sight to see, “But first, I just need to taste you.”
He exasperated in desperation before using his hands to grab your ass, bringing you down and lifting his head to feast.
Your fists are clenching in your restraint and your moans are flowing from your chest like a river. His tongue worked your overstimulated clit, suckling and licking. He ate as if you were the finest delicacy, trying to savor but also consuming you with greed.
Your body just responded to him without a fight, you were his puppet and he pulled the strings but you happily danced for him, giving him what he wanted. Yet again you feel his fingers push into you, you’d never get enough of his fingers, he knew how to use them and he knew how to use you. You were a howling mess against the pillow when you feel your next orgasm approaching. How did he expect you to stay up like this? Your legs felt like jelly and you were falling a part.
“You can do it, baby. I feel it. You’re almost there,” he murmured against your pussy, “One more and you can have what you want but you gotta show me you want it,”
Oh God did you want it, and bad! Your head felt fuzzy, your body was playing tug of war, fighting between it being too much versus you wanting it.
You gave in. Pussy pulsing, chest burning from hyperventilating and muscles aching. Despite it all, you’re cumming for him again, giving into your deep craving to just be his doll.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he cheers, drinking you in. He pulls himself away to position you on your back, quickly working to remove your restraints and gag.
“Sit up for me, Sugar,”
Your head lulling to the side, both of you giggling about it. He has you drink some more water and cleans your face with the towel again.
“I’m ready,” it was a simple whisper, “Show me what I’ve been missing. Please, King,”
The title takes Noah by surprise. He thought it would take a few sessions to get you fully under his spell but, you truly were for him. You were ready to bow to him, to fulfill every quest he bestowed upon you.
It kind of pulled at his heart strings. Whenever he was out in the scene he only cared about showing the subs a good time, a time for him and them to release and never see each other again. But this, this was euphoria.
“Lie down for me,” he hums, taking off his lounge wear and boxers so he’s bare just like you are.
He was a beautiful man to begin with but to see him like this in all his glory? It had you feeling like royalty. Others got to see him, yes, but you
 only you get to see him.
He makes sure you’re comfortable before he inches forward, the tip nudging your clit and he grabbed your hands when you flinched away at the contact, lacing his fingers between yours.
“Don’t run away from me,” his lips were so plump, glistening with his spit and you just know they still taste like you.
“Call it before I ruin you,” he gave you one more chance.
“Do it” it wasn’t a teasing phrase. You wanted it. You have yearned long enough and now your wish is his command. His pins your clasped hand to the bed and takes your free hand, guiding it to his cock.
“Take it,” he ordered.
He was a perfect mix of girth and length, a mouth water red tip that shines with precum, two prominent veins, yeah- he was going to destroy you.
You couldn’t help but stroke him, watching the way his mouth hung open and his eyes closed gently, this is the face of a King all right. Scooting closer to him, not wanting to leave any space, you slapped his tip against your own clit, the breath of both of you hitching in tandem. The noises that emitted from between the two of you, while you rubbing him against your entrance, were sinful.
“Show me what you’ve been wanting. Show me how bad you need me,” he growls, hiking both of your legs around his waist.
You guide him into you slowly, the eyes of both of you going wide, rejoicing in the way he fit in you like a missing puzzle piece, filling you up to make you whole.
“Fuck!,” choking on your own spit, the heels of your feet pulled him in so he could bottom out. You needed to catch your breath because you know once he gets started, you’ll lose it again. He drew in a shaky breath, bewitched by how good you feel.
“Give it to me,” you squeeze his hand, “Make me yours. I want to be yours. Ple- Oooooh fuck!!,”
His hips drew back and snapped into you, cutting you off as the pleasure drowns you. He kept the stacattoed pace, just taking in your expressions.
But then he saw the way you looked at him, it was a look of complete surrender, a look that says “I love you, I trust you”
It was a look to tell him to let go.
So, he used his free hand to take your thigh and press it back so your knee was almost touching your chest. This wasn’t Noah, the King was here and he was going to show you exactly why he was given that title.
You’re pinned beneath him from all angles and it’s overwhelming. His chain dangling in your face with each thrust, his voice smooth like suede as he talks you through it.
“Just like that, pretty girl. Take what I give you,”
Your moans slipped out like a hot knife to butter, he was fucking you through the mattress, bodies tangled and noises echoing through the room, he was making you melt.
“S-so fucking good!!,” the tears were spilling from your eyes and he just kissed them away without missing a beat.
“I know, Sugar,” he bows his head into your neck to leave a trail of bites, sinking his teeth into your dewy skin, your cries of surprise being music to his ears. You welcomed the pain of his biting, he had beautiful teeth and you always wondered what it would feel like for him to bite you. You don’t care if any marks are left. You’re his, he can leave marks for you to brandish all he wants.
“I’m so proud of you,” he grunted into your ear, “Coming to me all vulnerable, wanting me to take care of you and now you’re taking it like the good little slut you always wanted to be,”
“Please!,” your free hand tangles in his hair, your other makes crescent shaped dents in the back of his hand that held yours, “Please, fuck! Don’t stop!,”
Noah lifts his head to see the spaced out look in your eyes, half lidded and dick drunk. He never thought he’d see you like this.
“Please what? Use your words,” he pulls back from you to watch the look of despair on your face when he slows down.
Your words are caught in your throat, finding it hard to make a coherent sentence.
“Please, what, Sugar? Don’t make me ask again” He lets your leg go to grab the bar of the caged bed above your head, preparing to pick up his pace when you admit what you need.
“W-wanna cum around your cock,” it was a strong wail, one of pure carnal desire.
“You need it that bad?,” he teases.
“King, please. I need it so bad!!,”
The wind is knocked out of you as he sets his pace, rolling his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against every sensitive spot within you, causing you both to be vocal. A harmony unmatched. His whimpers fueling you to make it to the finish line. He wasn’t ashamed of the noises he made, especially because he saw how they impacted you.
He let go of your hand and smacked you just like he did earlier, eyes rolling once again as the heat only adds to the pleasure.
“More, please, please, please!!,”
“Such a dirty fucking slut. Getting off to her King slapping her around like a rag doll,” he smacked you again, earning another loud cry from you, he could feel just how much you love it, he can feel it when you clench around him each time his hand meets your cheek.
“Yes, yes,” your eyes never left his, not shying away.
“You like it when it hurts?,” another slap delivered, “You like it when it hurts knowing I’ll make it all better?,”
“Fuck!,” the tears just keep spilling but he knows they’re tears of release, of pleasure, they’re tears for him. Another offering to the King.
“I’m gonna make it all better, Sugar. Just keep being good and taking it, okay?,”
“Y-yes,”
He grabs your cheeks, squishing them together again so his tongue can slide in your mouth effortlessly. Teeth clashing, spit being swapped, the energy between you two was potent, a potion that you’d keep coming back for, drinking it down without being asked.
“I wanna cum for you,” biting his bottom lip, you pull back with a fucked out smirk on your face, “I wanna make a mess. I wanna show you that I’m worthy,”
“I already know that you are, baby,” his thumb tracing small circles onto your clit, his other releasing the bar and coming to wrap around your neck, “I know you’re my pretty little slut who will do anything to stay in my good graces,”
When his hand began to squeeze at your neck you were done for. Your moans came out in tremors, you were clutching onto him in anywhere you can. You groan at the loss of contact on your clit until his thumb is replaced with the same toy he wrecked you with earlier.
“You’re gonna take this toy from me. You’re going to be a good girl for your King and make yourself cum on my cock. You hear me?,” his voice was dangerously low now, letting you know there was no negotiation.
With a shaking hand you snake your hand between the two of you, grabbing the bulbous toy from him and holding it against yourself despite your body telling you to pull away.
“You’re doing great, baby,” he assures, a soft kiss placed on your lips, “Just focus on me. I’m right here,”
He was so close now. One hand on your throat and the other holding the back of your head, pressing your foreheads together.
“My King,” you gasp, chest heaving as you feel yourself ready to fall off the edge.
“I’m gonna catch you. I’m always going to catch you, baby,”
Your eyes stared deeply into his and you just sobbed, needing this more than anything and you just cried. Getting fucked within an inch of your life so good you’re crying was not something you expected to happen considering your past endeavors with men who only cared about getting their own rocks off.
“I know. I know,” he’s still driving his hips deep into you and you’re circling the toy lightly on your swollen, cum soaked bud, you were almost there.
“Give it to me, Sugar. Give me what you owe me,”
And that was all she wrote.
With one deep gasp to fill your lungs he delivers a strong thrust, your fingers trembling around the toy so hard you accidentally turned it up to the next level and you were done for.
You practically screamed as Noah siphoned your orgasm out of you. You were shuddering beneath him as he kept thrusting, still talking you through it.
“You’re okay. You did so good for me, I’m right here. Fuck!”
With one last searing kiss, Noah is stilling his movements, emptying himself inside of you, both of you practically giving each other mouth to mouth CPR as you try to catch your breath. His head has fallen in the crook of your neck and your eyes are fighting to stay open.
“You can come back down now. Come back to me,” he mutters.
You slowly regain all your senses back. Taking in your surroundings and what just happened. As everything hits you, your cries echo in the room.
“Hey,” Noah is quick to sit both of you up and set you in his lap, “What’s going on in that head of yours?,”
Swallowing your cries and wiping your eyes you search for him, eyes connecting, the same beautiful brown eyes you could point out in any crowd.
“Thank you,” is all you say, “I needed that. More than you know,”
He smiles in relief, worried that the scene had somehow upset you.
“We got to get you cleaned up. We’ve got some aftercare to do and some things to talk about,”
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Once both of you were all bathed, Noah took the time to moisturize your skin, apply soothing lotion to your ass and even being gentle in doing your skincare routine for you.
Once he has you curled up in his bed, he went to go clean the other room and brought back some snacks and water with electrolyte packets.
He takes it upon himself to feed you all while affirming how good you were. That you’re loved and cared for, not wanting to leave any room for doubt to sneak in.
“You okay to talk?,” he questions.
You sit up against the headboard, worried about what this talk can pertain to.
“I see the cogs turning, relax,” he soothes, “If you want this like I want this we need to talk,”
“I want this,” you answer definitively. He can’t help but laugh at your excitement.
“I know it’s a little too late to say that I don’t want to rush into things but, I’d like to rewind a bit and start at square one,”
“And that is?,”
“A date,” he answers simply. Sure you’ve gone on friend dates all the time but this is different, this is serious, “I want to build it from the ground up. I know we’ve been friends for ages and have built trust but this is different and I want to build a stronger foundation because I want this to work,”
You take in his words, listening as he goes over his requests and needs for the relationship. You gave him your own list of demands and found yourselves giddy at the fact that yes, you two are a living cliche.
But who cares?
It was you and Noah against the world now.
Til Kingdom Come.
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iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning · 2 months ago
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Noah Sebastian (Part 2)
đŸ„€: Angst
đŸȘ»: Fluff
đŸŒč: Smut
đŸŒș: Suggestive but no smut
Oneshots
@measuredingold :
‘heaven sent’ (absolutely god tier fic) đŸŒčđŸȘ»
‘coeur d’alene’ (part 2 to heaven sent^) đŸ„€đŸȘ»đŸŒș
‘i was free in the fall’ đŸ„€đŸȘ»
best friend! noah part 1 đŸŒș part 2 đŸŒč
@somebodyels3 :
‘cleanse me with pleasure’ (another absolutely god tier work) đŸŒč
‘Dull Ache’ đŸ„€đŸȘ»
@iwasntstable :
'never just friends' (yet another god tier piece of writing) đŸŒčđŸ„€
‘stay til’ morning’ (part 2 to never just friends ^) đŸ„€đŸȘ»
‘happy birthday’ đŸȘ»
‘when i miss you’ đŸȘ»
‘tired?’ đŸȘ»
'is it true?' đŸ„€đŸȘ»
@veronicaphoenix :
‘to hold you, to heal’ đŸ„€đŸȘ»
‘under the stars’ đŸȘ»
‘until the stars stop shining’ đŸȘ»
'wrapped in winter embers' đŸŒč
@yarasdead :
‘CYBERSEX’ đŸŒč
first time with best friend! noah part 1 đŸŒč part 2 đŸŒč
@concretecultist :
‘Kingdom Come’ đŸŒč
‘Pomegranates & Pleasure’ đŸŒč
'Sacrilege' đŸŒč
@darksigns-exe :
‘dors encore jusqu'au jour oĂč tout ira bien’ (sleep on until the day when all is well) đŸ„€đŸȘ»
‘the manic rhapsody’ đŸȘ»
‘devour me’ đŸŒčđŸ„€
@poppy-in-the-woods :
'Braids' đŸŒč
@rprise :
'moonlight' đŸȘ»đŸŒș
'night drive' đŸȘ»
@thewrstinme :
'Immortalised in stone' đŸȘ»đŸŒč
'You always do that, don't you?' đŸŒčđŸȘ»
‘You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one’ đŸŒč
@kaliforniahigh :
haters to lovers (doesn't have a title) đŸ„€đŸŒč
@valiantroeagleangel :
'Beg for it' đŸŒč
@into-the-grey :
'Until You're Resting' đŸ„€đŸȘ»
@magnificentstrawberryomen :
'warm and alive' đŸŒč
@concreteangel92 :
'The Angel Of The Night' đŸ„€đŸŒč
period sex đŸŒč
‘Every Last Drop’ đŸŒč
@malice-ov-mercy :
stepbrother noah and toys (doesn't have a title) đŸŒč
@deathblacksmoke :
'love is a gentle thing' đŸȘ»
‘sink into your sunlight’ đŸ„€đŸȘ»đŸŒč
@silent-stories :
'2.30 AM CHAMOMILE TEA' đŸ„€đŸȘ»
‘The Sound Of You’ đŸȘ»
@tikosblogg :
‘A Helping Hand’ Part 1 đŸŒč Part 2 đŸ„€đŸŒč
@foreverlittlesoshi :
‘the center of my day’ đŸȘ»
@silentglassbreak :
'Anything More Than Human' đŸŒč
'Skin' đŸŒč
@sykesandskittles :
'ZERO' đŸŒč
@omensandwonders :
'i can't be saved' đŸŒč
@idwt-money :
'Sleepless Nights' đŸŒč
@bluestdai
‘Shadowbound’ đŸ„€đŸŒč
noah x reader x folio :
@concretecultist :
threesome (doesn't have a title) đŸŒč
@sorrowsofsilence :
'Threefold Desires' đŸŒč
noah x reader x davis :
@livingdeceasedgirl :
'The Hills' đŸŒč
Series
@veronicaphoenix :
‘The Inevitability Of Love At First Sight’ (god tier as well) đŸ„€đŸȘ»đŸŒč
@silent-stories :
‘To Build A Family’ đŸȘ»đŸ„€
Brother’s best friend! Noah đŸȘ»đŸ„€
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thecoyotescry · 6 months ago
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I’m foaming at the mouth!
Yeah yeah jolly and noah look great
BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!?!
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concreteangel92 · 1 year ago
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Acting up
Noah Sebastian x fem!reader
18+
Warnings: spanking, clit spanking, dom/sub relationship, oral (m&f receiving) PiV sex, over simulation, aftercare of course
A/N: so I got this idea into my head last week and just had to bring it to life!
Apart from the small writing I uploaded the other day, this is my first proper one shot and deffo the first smut I’ve done in about 7/8 years so I felt incredibly rusty and have prayed that this turned out ok haha I’ve re-read and changed things so many times in the last week 😂 but after finally feeling more or less happy with it, here we are and I hope you enjoy!!
Masterlist
You knew you were in trouble, you’d been winding Noah up all day at an important work event.
Noah hadn’t long been home from yet another tour, but he’d hardly paid you any attention over the last couple days, he was either sleeping or working in his studio and although you love and support everything he does and you understood work has to come first sometimes, you were feeling incredibly needy now.
So you started off small, you wore a dress that left little the imagination. I’m talking bending over too far and everyone sees everything kind of dress to which Noah wasn’t impressed.
“You’re not wearing that to the event.”
“Yes I am.”
Noah’s eyes locked with yours and he had an irritated expression on his face.
“No, you’re not! I’m not having every persons eyes on my girls ass all night because she can’t be bothered to dress appropriately. The car is already outside, I’ll meet you in there. Go change, now.”
You turned away and headed to your shared bedroom with a small smirk on your face, he was too easy to wind up. Instead of changing the dress, you put a long coat over the dress to give the impression you’d changed and jumped into the car.
Noah, having been on his phone texting the whole journey, didn’t seem to notice anything until you arrived at the party, it was full of his management team, the rest of the band, friends, crew, you name it and they were there. Drinks were being served, music was blasting out and everyone appeared to be having a good time already.
You slipped your coat off when you walked into the main room, all eyes were immediately on you but Noah’s became dark.
“What did I say back at home?”
“Can’t remember to be honest”
Noah stood very close to you and put his hand firmly on your upper arm. “I need you to behave yourself tonight.”
All you heard in your mind was “test me more.”
You smiled up at him sweetly, playing the innocent and said “I always behave baby, especially at such an important event.”
Noah gave you a firm look but relaxed his grip on your arm and he let his fall around your waist to guide you around while he mingled.
The night seemed to go well, Noah became a bit more relaxed and was enjoying himself and never strayed too far from your side, often you felt yourself leaning into him, his hand always rubbing small circles on your side absentmindedly. Noah wasn’t someone who displayed massive amounts of affection in public but he loved to always have you in touching distance. And he probably wanted to hide how short your dress was from prying eyes as best as he could.
You let Noah do his thing for a few hours before you started to become impatient, and you knew Noah better then anyone and knew he would be drained by now, he doesn’t do well in big crowds of people and avoids them unless he has to for work, so you decided it was time to start upping the game.
A few throw away comments or jokes at his expense is how it started, your particular favourite was when you offered to grab a drink for him and Jolly but only returned with two and you started to drink one yourself.
“Did you get my drink babe?”
“You have legs right? Do what comes after February
.March”
Noah tensed next to you every time and then when you both walked over to both the Nick’s and Jolly who had excused themselves to the sofas, you knew it was time.
You said hello and sat yourself right next to Jolly and Folio which meant Noah had no choice but to sit with Nick opposite you on the other sofa, Noah looked a bit disappointed as there was room for both of you but that look didn’t last long.
After glancing around and making sure that Ruffilo wasn’t watching, you uncrossed your legs and opened them up just enough for Noah to realise that you hadn’t got any underwear on tonight. Noah’s face instantly hardened and he glared straight at you, you couldn’t help but smile and giggle quietly to yourself as you knew this was it, Noah would never let you get away with this, you could feel yourself growing wetter just at the thought of what he’s going to do when you’re alone.
Jolly turned to you after hearing your giggle and said “what’s got you giggling?”
You crossed your legs back over and replied with “oh
.erm I was just thinking that if it rains tonight, I don’t have a hood or umbrella so I’d end up getting very wet tonight”
Jolly looked ever so slightly confused but commented back that he didn’t believe it was forecasted to rain. You looked back over to Noah with a smile and you watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes were dark, he gave a very menacing look in your direction at the comment you’d made, he suddenly cleared his throat and jumped up.
“On that note guys I’m not feeling very well, I think I’m going to call it a night now, come on y/n.”
Ruffilo looked concerned “you alright man?”
Noah didn’t take his eyes off you “bad headache”
You stood up and fixed your dress, you smiled at the guys and said goodbye, Noah made certain to pass you your coat and grabbed your hand very firmly and said under his breath “we’ll talk about this at home.”
The ride home was silent, Noah’s grip hasn’t left your hand, and although it was starting to hurt slightly, it was simply causing you to ache elsewhere. You knew Noah was extremely angry, you’d technically crossed a line and was playing up in front of his friends which he doesn’t like but you couldn’t help it, he looked very attractive to you right now.
Not a word was said until you both walked into your house, you went to turn around and then found yourself pinned up against the door with Noah’s hand wrapped around your throat.
“What the fuck was that?”
“What was what baby?”
“Don’t play innocent with me, you knew exactly what you were doing, you’ve been acting like a brat all day and at one of my work events, are fucking serious?”
You stared up at him with big eyes, between your thighs was already wet and his hand became just that bit tighter which made your breath hitch.
“I just wanted some attention off you for a change.”
Noah ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.
“Is that so?”
Without any warning he stuck one of his fingers into you and your mouth fell open with a silent moan, head falling back onto the wall.
“You’re so wet for me baby, been thinking about this all day eh?”
“Ye-yes.”
“You want me to make you feel good?”
You nodded while he moved his finger slowly but then removed it, take a moment to clean it off with his mouth.
“Too bad, you think after your performance tonight that you can just get what you want? I don’t think so. Get up those stairs and into our room, only good girls get rewarded.”
Your brain felt fuzzy with excitement as you followed his orders, you went up to your room, Noah not far behind you closing the door and then he sat himself on the edge of the bed.
Noah then stretched his neck from one side to the other, as if preparing for what was about to happen and watching him do that, you practically came on the spot.
“Lay across my lap.”
You went to remove your dress but he stopped you
“Leave it on. You wanted to wear it so badly.”
You walked over to Noah and got comfortable across his lap and he pulled the dress up so he had complete access to you.
“Now for your punish today, I think 15 will do, count each hit and if you miss then we shall start again, understand?”
You nodded in response.
“Use your words angel”
“Yes I understand”
“Remember your safe word?”
Your heart swelled at that as he asks every time he knows he’s about to be rough.
“Yes I do”
“Good girl”
That phrase made your pussy throb, as much as you love being a brat, you also adored his praise.
Noah ran his hand over the back of your legs, he gently parted them slightly and saw the slick coating on the inside of your thighs. Your heart rate increase and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing.
“My dirty girl is looking forward to this huh?”
You were going to respond when out of nowhere he spanked you hard and you let out a deep groan.
“One”
He spanked you again, on the opposite cheek, making sure to keep his hand slightly cupped and not to go to high up so not to hit your lower back.
“Two”
“Are we starting to learn our lesson yet?”
You smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “No.”
“Very well”
Noah was then smacking your bare behind multiple times in a row and you done your best to keep up calling out the numbers with his fast pace, all while you could feel the beautiful stinging pain begin the more he spanked you.
“Ten!”
“That’s my good girl, you’re going a beautiful shade of red baby, shall we take it up a notch for the last 5?”
“Yes sir”
Noah hummed in approval of the name you used, the pain was coming through more now but Noah started to rub you down to soothe you. His hand pulled away briefly and you felt it be replaced with your leather paddle that you didn’t even realised he’d got out ready.
“5 hard smacks angel and then it’s over, you’re doing so good for me.”
You squeezed your thighs together more to try and get relief from the aching you felt, you prayed Noah would reward you soon.
He smacked the paddled down extra hard then he normally did and you cried out and called out “el..eleven!”
“You know what that was for, you get your reward when I say so.”
You nodded and moaned and your body jolted when he then continued the last 4 smacks on you.
“Fifteen!”
You relaxed down on his lap, your backside feeling hot to the touch and was no doubt bright red but you felt his soothing touch as he rubbed over his work for a minute.
Noah gently brought you up and gave you a soft kiss
“You took that so well baby, almost made me feel bad seeing how red you’ve gone, that will definitely bruise later.”
You leaned in and kissed him harder, now straddling his lap and feeling how hot your whole body was. You could feel his erection through his trousers and you started to grind yourself down until his hands stopped you.
“Oh no you don’t angel, we haven’t finished yet”
You stared at him and he brushed your hair out of your face.
“You may have taken your punishment but I don’t feel like I’ve had a proper apology yet”
“I’m sorry Noah
”
“On your knees.”
You dropped down onto your knees immediately, wanting nothing more than to please him however he wanted.
“Suck my cock baby and then maybe I’ll forgive you for acting up today in front of my friends, show me how sorry you are.”
He pulled his boxers and trousers down his hips and legs, just enough to give you access. You watched as his dick fell back onto his stomach, a small amount of precum already leaking out. You wasted no time and licked up his shaft before taking him completely in your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks
“F-fuck baby that’s it”
You grabbed his base with one of your hands while you bobbed your head up and down, no teasing tonight, you cupped his balls with your other hand and gently massaged them making Noah throw his head back letting out guttural growls that you’d normally only hear on the stage while his hand came to rest in your hair guiding you up and down on him.
Next thing you felt was Noah pulling you off him and he brought you in for a kiss, while lifting you onto the bed and pushing your thighs apart so he could rest between them.
“You really are so perfect for me angel”
Noah gave no warning before he dived straight in. A choked cry fell from your lips and he sucked onto your clit and parted your lips with his fingers, to then move down and push his tongue straight in for a taste. Noah was the type of guy who could be between your legs for hours, he was like a thirsty man in a dessert, and he was very smug that he was the first man to ever make your legs shake uncontrollably while eating you out, man is a munch for a reason.
You reached your hand down into his hair and pressed his face into you, trying to grind onto him as you felt yourself getting closer, Noah pulled back and slapped your clit which caused you to jump and moan out.
“Don’t forget your place tonight baby”
You nodded in response but clearly that wasn’t good enough as he delivered another spank down.
“Words”
“Yes Noah, I’ll be good I promise”
You were desperate to cum now, you’d been on the edge for ages and those last two spanks nearly sent you over but you had a feeling Noah wasn’t done with you yet.
Noah kissed your shaky thighs gently, he then gripped your hips down and went straight back in, his face being literally buried in your warmth and your hands are gripping the sheets beneath you while he groans against you, still licking and sucking all over you like you’re his last meal
You could feel your orgasm building up again, your thighs started to shake more and as Noah was sucking on your clit, you felt his fingers at your entrance. Your back arched as he pushed one in, your walls finally having something to hold onto, your cries getting louder and louder. Noah continued as he was, almost with no need for breath, his mouth and fingers working together while he grounded your hips down on the mattress.
“I’m so close Noah”
Noah then pulled away once more with a devilish smirk while you let a choked gasp.
“Have we learned our lesson yet princess?”
You had tears in your eyes, he couldn’t be serious, you were nearly there but Noah loved to edge you as a punishment, he loved to see you beg for him.
“Noah, please I’m so sorry, I won’t ever be a brat in front of your friends again. Please, please let me cum, I’ll be so good for you I promise!”
Noah leant forward, wiped a tear away that had slipped out and gave you a sweet kiss.
“Shhhhh it’s ok baby, I’ve gotcha you”
Noah ran his hands down your sides and settled himself back, he licked a big strip from your opening up to your clit and attached his mouth there while he pushed two fingers back in, Noah wasn’t playing this time, he relentlessly brought you back up to your high, legs shaking, back arching and tears forming in your eyes as you cried out
“Please don’t stop Noah”
And he doesn’t, the arm that’s been holding your hips down, he moves his hand onto your lower tummy and pushes down while he curls his fingers up inside and that’s all it takes for you to feel your orgasm wash over you with a scream.
He doesn’t pull away from you until you’re whining and crying from the overstimulation, you push his head away as the aftershocks are still shaking your body every few seconds and Noah crawls up from between your thighs with his face drenched in your juices. He held you while you came back around, placing small kisses around your collarbone.
“Colour?”
“Green, so green”
Noah let out a small laugh “ok baby, you ready for me?”
You could feel him hard against your thigh, you nodded and leaned up to him for a kiss which he returned. He pulls away and gently removes your dress up over your head and quickly removes the rest of his clothes.
“Turned around, ass up for me.”
You rolled onto your stomach and Noah helped positioned your hips up for him, he ran one hand over your cheek which was definitely sore now but that was forgotten when you felt his head at your entrance. Noah pushed in with no resistance and bottomed out straight away with a loud moan.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good”
Noah held onto your hips and then started a fast, unrelenting pace which caused you to cry out and push back into him. You swear you could feel his tip hitting your stomach with every thrust and Noah wasn’t shy about letting out his own growl’s and groans. You felt your walls closing on him again, your head pressing into the sheets as you called his name. You could only imagine how beautifully sinful he must have looked right now. Noah reached around and started rubbing your clit again.
“One more angel, give me one more, I know you can do it”
Practically screaming you felt yourself crash over the edge and Noah soon followed, his body coming down onto yours, both sweaty and breathless.
You felt Noah pull out gently and rolled you into him, he held onto you as you snuggled into him, your body sore but beautifully spent.
“You ok baby? I’ll be back in a minute ok?”
You nodded as you curled up on the bed, Noah came back in a few minutes later with a glass of water and a warm wash cloth. He gently cleaned you up in between your legs, made you drink some water and then got some cream out of the draw and he rolled you back over to gently rub it over the bruises that were already starting to appear.
You scrunched up your face a little bit, something Noah didn’t miss.
“You done so well for me tonight princess”
Noah got out a comfy t shirt for you and he put on a pair of sweats and then got you both under the covers.
“Is there anything else I can get you baby?”
“No, all I want is a cuddle”
Noah smiled “I think I can manage that”
You curled up into side and he wrapped his arms around you, you felt so warm and safe with him.
Thinking back to the last few hours you let out a small giggle.
“What’s funny?”
“I should play up in front of your friends more often.”
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sorrowsofsilence · 6 months ago
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vignette ‱ folio
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pairing: nick folio x photographer!reader (gn, no pronouns!)
words: 2.8k || part two
warnings: none really tbh; a lil making out, mentions of an anxiety attack. swearing. fluff fluff fluff.
summary: you're hired by bad omens to join their crew as a photographer, but a certain drummer wormed his way into your heart. will he confess that he feels the same way about you?
note: requested here ! Ty for requesting nyx, this was a gem to write. I wasn't sure if you wanted a swf or nsfw one-shot, so I just went with a lil sfw story :) Id be happy to continue with some smut in a part 2 if humans want it ! Also, gif and banner made by meeee.
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“Oh shit! Is that a Canonet G-III QL17?”
You turned at the sound of a voice, ears ringing from the music that blared behind you. A man smiled, pointing toward your camera in excitement and you mirrored him.
“Yea! I fucking love this thing,” you said, admiring the device as it dangled from the strap around your neck.
He held up his camera, nodding toward you in shared enthusiasm before he tilted his head in recognition, eyes lighting up further.
“Wait, you look familiar- Is your name Y/N?”
You watched as he shook his head in disbelief, holding his hand towards you in greeting as he stepped closer, pushing past the bodies between you.
“I’m Bryan,” He began, and you gave him a warm nod, “I follow you on Instagram. You take some amazing film photos of concerts- something tough to do with the lighting.”
Your throat tightened with flattery, surprised to be recognized, smiling at him.
“Thank you! You’re a photographer as well?”
He nodded, leaning closer to your ear in an attempt to yell over the music, “Yeah! I’m currently touring with Bad Omens.”
Bad omens. The name sounded familiar, and that’s when it clicked. You also followed him on Instagram.
“Wait like the Bad Omens? Shit!”
That’s when your life changed.
You sat in the van, squished between Nick and Jolly as you flipped through the photos you developed last night. Both boys leaned into you, staring at the photos with admiration as they pointed to their favourite ones.
It’s been two months since Bryan invited you to tour with them, as Noah had been looking for another photographer to work alongside Bryan.
Extremely flattered and excited, you immediately agreed; which left you leaving America to travel around Europe.
The tour was already the best four and a half weeks you’ve ever had, and perhaps it’s because you’ve gotten close with the crew and boys. They were some of the best humans you’ve ever met, but one of them stuck out to you in particular.
“Alright gang, this is Y/N,” Bryan brought you to the studio a few days before the tour began, so you could get acquainted with everyone.
You nervously shook hands with each of the boys, but as soon as you saw him, your gaze never left the set of auburn eyes that captured yours.
The drummer was dressed in a low-cut tank that exposed the top of his chest tattoo, muscular arms flexing under his grip.
Nick Folio.
His hand was warm and inviting once his hand wrapped around your own, and the shy smile he shared made your stomach flip, fingers tingling. He had claimed your mind then and there, without even trying- just by a mere hello.
The two of you clicked instantly like two magnets meeting. He was infectious and hypnotizing, his wide smile and goofy attitude creating feelings of nostalgia and warmth; almost as if you had known him forever.
You spent hours together during the first week of the tour, laughing on the couch of the green room as you shared memes. He would sit with you any chance you had, always posing for photos and asking you questions- almost desperate to get to know you.
Bonding over your favourite movies and snacks, you learned everything you could about Nick and absorbed the information he shared like a sponge.
At first, it felt like two friends spending time together, but you knew you felt more than this when thoughts of him went on for hours; spending the nights tossing and turning in your bunk on the bus.
Folio’s image never left your mind, your face flushing as you pushed the pillow into your face, wanting to scream from how he made you feel.
Your heart pounded when you thought about his hand pressing into the small of your back as he slid past you to grab a water bottle; your stomach butterflying when you recalled him staring at you as you walked off the bus, dressed in your favourite outfit.
Now you were stuck next to him in the van, driving to the venue for tonight’s show. Of course, you wanted to sit beside Nick- everything you wanted to do revolved around Nick- but the proximity left your fingers shaking.
With a racing heart, you tucked your legs closer together, afraid to touch Folio’s knee that was inches from your own; as if contact with his skin would burn.
Your chest tightened from nerves, and you tried to turn your attention to the photos from the past few concerts
 but the only thing you could focus on was how your hips touched his, and his warm breath that fanned over your neck as he looked at the pictures.
“You’re an amazing photographer,” Folio said warmly.
“Yeah, these are so good Y/N,” Jolly commented, reaching for a photograph of the band waving to the crowd at the end of their show. Each of their hands was raised or clasped in gratitude, appreciating the support of their fans’ cheers.
You shrugged, feeling shy at the compliments, “It’s easy when you guys are great models.”
“But I’m your favourite model, right?” Folio teased, gently pushing his shoulder against yours as he shared a cheeky grin.
You glanced at him momentarily before smiling down at the next photo, which had Nick lying in the van. Holding it up in his direction you pointed towards his face that was adorned with an adorable grin.
“Oh definitely,” you nodded, raising a brow, “That face is a money maker right there. Look how cute that smile is.”
Folio’s eyes flicked between yours and the photo as his cheeks flushed, before sighing and sinking into the back of the seat.
He spread his legs slightly, knee-knocking against yours now- but he didn’t move away, allowing your skin to touch.
“So you think I’m cute?” He asked, staring at you now.
Your mouth opened and closed in hesitation as your throat tightened. Tearing your gaze away you looked over at Jolly, almost like a call for help but the Swede just watched in amusement, before reaching for the pile of photos.
A cough escaped your throat as you looked at the picture of Nick, “Yeah. Favourite model, remember?”
“It’s a shame there are no pictures of you,” Nick said, licking his lips before turning his attention out the window, and watching the buildings swing by.
It was hard not to stare at him as his head leaned against the frame of the van, the blush that rose to his cheeks dancing across the bridge of his nose.
You reached into the bag that rested at your feet, pulling out your camera, holding it toward him, “You can take one if you’d like.”
He sat up, grabbing the device, “Ok
 but only if I can keep it.”
Biting the inside of your cheek you attempted to hide your smile, “If you want to
 but then I need one of you.”
“You have many of me,” He laughed, examining the camera between his fingers, before placing it in his bag.
“Wait-” You hesitated to reach for it.
“I gotta save my one picture; I need a special one.”
You were going to ask what special entitled, before Matt announced you guys arrived at the venue.
Quite a few fans were already waiting outside, being barricaded by security; something that left you quite nervous. You knew how rumours spread, and being the only ‘outsider’ crawling out of the van made many internet dwellers talk.
The boys knew how uneasy being seen with them made you feel, an unfortunate reality of the job; but Nick always made sure you felt safe, securely next to him.
“Man, there’s a lot of them today,” you hummed, leg beginning to bounce.
The brunette next to you gave you an empathetic smile, brows furrowing in worry as he placed a hand on top of your knee.
You glanced at him nervously but he gave you a reassuring gaze, “I’m right here. Jolly’s right here. We are here.”
Sucking in a breath you nodded, before the door to the van opened and you crawled out behind the boys, Nick trailing behind.
The screams of the fans left you anxious as they yelled for the boys, phones out and recording everything. Noah, Ruffilo and Jolly waved briefly to them as you kept your eyes low on the ground, until a hand reached for yours.
You stared at Nick’s fingers that entwined between yours, your heart skipping a beat as he tugged you along next to him. He pulled you into his side and gave you a close-mouthed smile. The nerves eased as you walked along the cement, the pounding in your chest drowning out the fan’s cries.
It wasn’t until you were finally in the venue, that you realized you were squeezing his hand so tight his knuckles had turned white.
“Fuck- I’m sorry.” You pried your hand away before another wave of panic rushed to your lungs.
He held your hand in front of those fans; what would they think? What rumours would spread now?
“No need to apologize it’s okay, are you alright?” He watched with wide eyes as your breathing grew rapid and you shook your head, feeling as if you were unable to fill your lungs with oxygen.
Your chest tightened, no longer from amour but dismay.
“I-I just need a minute,” You whispered, pushing past him. The rest of the boys watched in worry but all you could focus on now was how you couldn’t breathe.
“Wait,” Folio called out as you quickly walked down the hall, hands wrapped around your torso in false protection. You heard his footsteps behind you as he followed down the hall toward the green room. You didn’t want him to see you like this.
Opening the door you closed it, searching for the mini-fridge that held water bottles. You took one, quickly unscrewing it before taking slow sips, allowing the cool liquid to run down your throat.
A coping mechanism you’ve used since you were a child- a way to ease the anxiety attacks.
The door opened as you sat on the faux leather couch, a worried Nick watching with cautious eyes. He locked the door behind him before walking toward you slowly, hands in his jeans pockets.
Taking a deep breath through your nose as you continued to drink you tried exhaling slowly, regulating your breathing before the panic got worse. Folio sat beside you, placing a hand on your back and rubbing along your shirt in a soothing motion.
“Everything ok?” He asked quietly, eyes searching all over your face. You pressed the bottle against your cheek, allowing the cool plastic to bring your attention elsewhere.
“I will be,” You said, closing your eyes to the rhythm of Nick’s fingers as he ran them along your shirt. You two sat there for a moment as your breaths slowed.
“You held my hand in front of them,” you said softly, and Nick’s head tilted in surprise, “My mind immediately went to the rumours that would be spreading. All of those fans had their phones out recording.”
Nick hummed as he listened, pulling his hand from your back. He leaned over his knees in thought.
You chewed on your lip, “What if they think we’re dating, or something?”
Folio stared at the floor, quiet for a moment. “Would that be so bad? If they thought that?”
You blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. Instead, you laughed nervously, but he turned to eye you.
“Would you be that upset if people said we were together?”
Shaking your head your eyes ran along his features, enamoured by him, “No
 but wouldn’t that bring so much false drama?”
Blush rose to Nick’s ears as he looked away now, “what if it didn’t need to be false?”
With a racing heart, your face warmed, arms tingling as Nick sat up, facing you on the couch.
His eyes glanced from your own to your lips, a thousand words behind his gaze.
“I-” you began until the door handle jiggled, and someone pounded on the wood from the other side.
“Yo- Folio? Y/N?” It was Noah, worry evident in his tone.
Nick coughed, quickly rushing to the door. You’d have to ask him later.
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The concert was going extremely well as you and Bryan stood on the sides of the stage, snapping photos of the boys.
You slunk around the back, heading up the stairs to Folio’s ledge, body vibrating from the music. Kneeling on the side of Nick, you placed your camera up to your eye, pressing the button and allowing the flash to capture him in his element.
Hiding behind the lens you watched sweat glisten off his chest, Nick’s arms slamming into the drums as he pounded into the acrylic, leaving your mouth dry.
God, he was mesmerizing.
Nick noticed you watching longer than normal, turning his head quickly to give you a wink.
As your stomach spiralled you stood up, shaking your head in admiration and gave him a thumbs up.
He nodded toward you before turning his attention back to his movements, and you let your gaze linger on his form for a few moments longer, before jumping down the stairs to take a few photos of Jolly.
As fast as the concert began it was over, and the boys walked off stage exhausted.
“Great show guys!” Bryan cheered, already flipping through his camera. You leaned into him to see some of his pictures- which looked amazing, even pre-editing.
Once everything was up and loaded everyone headed onto the tour bus, ready to crawl into bunks to sleep for the night; but you knew you’d be unable to sleep.
Your mind replayed Folio’s words:
Would that be so bad if they thought that?
What if it didn’t need to be false?
Rolling onto your side you felt your phone buzz, and you blinked at the brightness as you opened it.
Fish boy: You awake?
You: Yea
Fish boy: Come to my bunk?
You: Won’t that wake the boys?
Listening to hear anyone else, you heard soft breathing from multiple people and even a few snores from Ruffilo.
Fish boy: Just be quiet
Sucking in a puff of air you peeled back the curtain, allowing your bare feet to touch the cool laminate. Tip-toeing across the bus you peeked into Nick’s bunk, and you saw him smiling up at you.
“What?” You whispered, and he scooted against the wall, tapping his mattress.
“Come,” He replied quietly. Crawling into his space you slid next to him, chest touching his and he reached behind you, sliding the curtain closed.
You tried not to laugh as he grinned. It was dark, but your eyes adjusted, admiring the outline of his features. You gaze trailed to his neck tattoo, staring at the ink before resting your head on his pillow, face inches from his.
You knew he’d be able to feel your pounding heart, but you also felt his; which eased you a little.
“This is not made for two people,” You whispered, trying to shift to get comfortable.
Folio shrugged, eyes never leaving yours. He seemed nervous, giddy; and that left you feeling shy.
You broke the silence, “What did you mean earlier?”
“Earlier what?” He said, deflecting.
“When you said it didn’t need to be false?”
You noticed as his eyes left yours to glance at your lips briefly, watching as you spoke.
“You like me.”
The heartbeat in your throat intensified as you listened to his words.
“And- I like you.”
Your stomach swirled at his confession, your body flush against his.
“So maybe I kinda like it if people think we’re dating.”
A smile spread over your lips and he mirrored you, the tension building within the bunk. His eyes snapped back to your lips, and you mimicked him, eyes watching as his own fell between his teeth.
It felt like a long time as Folio’s hand reached to cup your cheek, and your eyes fluttered shut once he pressed his lips against your own.
Your chest warmed as Nick’s mouth danced with yours, soft, inviting, warm.
The kiss began gentle and charming, a month of confessions lingering on his tongue as the kiss deepened, desperate and eager.
As your hands reached up to grip his hair, his own trailed down your back, following the curve of your body before gripping your thigh, pulling it over his hip. His limbs entangled with yours, pulling you close: afraid this wasn’t real.
You breathed into him, and Nick finally broke the kiss, the grin on his face wide with yearning.
He reached beside him, revealing your camera.
With a laugh you raised a brow, watching as he fumbled with the controls to open the flash.
“Kiss me,” Nick whispered, facing you. You reached up to hold his cheek, placing your lips against his once more, trying not to smile.
The flash was bright as he snapped the picture, refusing to break the kiss once he got his special photo.
He placed the device back on the bunk, allowing his lips to mould into yours for what he hoped would be an eternity.
You were his moment to capture.
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like-a-omen · 7 months ago
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How would people feel about some best friend! Folio?
Because I might already be writing it 👀
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artificialstardust · 6 months ago
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Noah and Folio thot incoming‌‌
Leaning against Noah as he keeps your legs spread and he teaches folio how to eat you out (but what folio doesn’t know is that the way Noah is telling him actually makes you squirt). And when you do finish, folio’s face is so red and stunned just looking between you and Noah and Noah is just smirking and laughing. “I told you I’d teach you how to make her cum, but I figured it’d be more entertaining to see your face after she squirted on it.” And then folio smiles at Noah and asks “can I do it again?” Like a kid in a candy store because he loved it so much. “I can tell you about what position makes her squirt too if you wanna try that” and then folio is just like “bro are you sure?” “Wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t.”
And so Noah is sitting on the chair that you have in the corner of y’all’s room (manspreading of course) while folio has you folded in half with your legs over his shoulders with one hand pressing gently on your lower stomach and the other playing with your clit like how Noah instructed him. Noah getting up and crouching beside the bed and making you look at him. “You love having my best friend fuck you while I watch don’t you? You like how folio fills your cunt don’t you? What if I let him cum inside?” And then folio just groans so loud because you clenched around him because of that. And Noah just chuckles and says “you can cum in her folio, I’ll give her a pass on being a fucking slut tonight.”
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enemiestolovershoe · 15 days ago
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I really really need a very fucking angsty one shot with Folio and bsf!reader. Like one in which reader nearly gets attacked and nearly died and at the end just really sweet fluff where Folio confesses to reader? :)
Through Fear and Love
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Summary: The request explains it pretty well
Words: 4.1k
Warnings: Brutal Attack, Bloodloss, mention of death, crying, sobbing and breakdown, mentions of a knife
Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.
A/N: Apologies in advance if any of the medical details or information aren’t entirely accurate!
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The air buzzed with a unique energy. Bad Omens was wrapping up their tour with a final show, right here in the city where it all started. For Nick, this was more than just another gig—it was a homecoming. And for you, it was a chance to see your best friend shine on stage. It was one of your favourite things to do in this world.
Nick had offered to pick you up. "Seriously, just let me swing by," he’d said earlier that day, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "It's not a big deal."
But you’d waved him off with a laugh.
"It’s a 30-minute walk, Folio. I love the fresh air. I’ll be fine."
He didn’t seem convinced but eventually relented, telling you to text him the moment you got close.
Now, halfway into your walk, regret sat heavy in your chest. The main roads had melted into quieter streets, and before long, you found yourself on the woodsy path you always tried to avoid. You hated this stretch—it was unnervingly silent, the tall trees casting jagged shadows that danced under the dim streetlights.
The sound of your own footsteps seemed deafening, and you quickened your pace, clutching your bag tightly to your side.
"Just keep going," you muttered under your breath. "It's just trees. Nothing's gonna happen."
But the chill running down your spine whispered otherwise.
Then, it happened.
A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were shoved hard against a tree. Panic exploded in your chest as you struggled against the grip of the man who had you pinned.
"Don’t even think about screaming," he growled in your ear, his breath hot and menacing. "You scream, and you die."
Tears blurred your vision as you nodded, your body trembling. Another man stepped into view, his face obscured by a black mask. In his hand, a knife gleamed under the faint light.
"Aw, no need for tears, darling," the masked man cooed mockingly. He raised the knife to your throat, the blade pressing just enough to make your skin prickle. "Now, why don’t we see what goodies you’ve got in that pretty little bag?"
“No,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the hand over your mouth. Your fingers gripped the strap of your bag tighter. It wasn’t just any bag—it was your bag. The one Nick had given you for your birthday, the one you’d coveted for so long but could never afford. It meant everything to you, and the thought of losing it fueled a stubbornness you hadn’t realized you had.
The man holding you snarled and drove a fist into your abdomen. Pain exploded through your stomach, and you let out a muffled cry, doubling over slightly but refusing to let go.
“Give us the fucking bag!” he barked.
“No,” you choked out again, defiance lacing your voice.
The two attackers exchanged a glance, and in that split second, you seized your chance. Your knee shot up, catching the man pinning you squarely between the legs. He let out a guttural yell, releasing you as he stumbled backward.
You didn’t think—you ran.
Your feet pounded against the uneven ground, your breaths coming in frantic gasps. The adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything else—until it didn’t.
Your shoe caught on a thick root, and you went down hard, your palms scraping against the dirt. Before you could push yourself up, a searing pain ripped through your side. You gasped, looking down to see blood staining your shirt. The knife. That bastard had stabbed you.
Another sharp pain tore through your leg, and you screamed, the sound echoing through the trees.
"Now, give us the goddamn bag, and we’ll let you go," the masked man hissed, standing over you.
Your hand trembled as you clutched the bag tighter, tears streaming down your face.
“Don’t make us do worse, darling,” he sneered. “It’s just a bag.”
But it wasn’t just a bag. Not to you. Your mind flashed to Nick’s face, the way he’d grinned when he handed it to you.
“I know you’ve been eyeing this,” he’d said, his tone teasing but warm. “Don’t even think about saying it’s too much—you deserve it.”
It was more than a bag. It was a reminder of someone who cared, someone who always saw you. But now, staring up at the cold eyes behind the mask, you knew you didn’t have a choice.
With a sob, you loosened your grip and shoved the bag toward them.
“Finally,” the masked man said, snatching it up. They turned their attention to rummaging through it, their focus momentarily shifting away from you.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket. The sudden motion caught their attention, and the man with the knife glared down at you.
“Run!,” the masked man hissed. “Run before I change my mind.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. Clutching your bleeding side, you forced yourself to your feet and stumbled forward. Every step was agony, the pain in your ribs and leg nearly blinding, but you couldn’t stop. Not now.
The venue lights came into view. Your phone buzzed again, and you fumbled to pull it out, seeing three missed calls from Nick.
Not now, you thought. He couldn’t see you like this.
You dialed Matt instead.
He picked up after a few rings, his voice casual. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up? Where are you?”
You tried to steady your voice, swallowing the rising panic. “Almost there. Can you open the back door for me, please?”
Matt hesitated. “You okay? You sound... off.”
Across the room, Nick looked up from his drum kit, frowning as Matt held up his phone. The name on the screen made his stomach drop. Matt shrugged. “Y/N. Wants me to open the back door.”
Nick’s frown deepened. “Why’s she calling you and not me?”
“Good question.” Matt raised an eyebrow but spoke back into the phone. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there.”
You hung up, leaning heavily against the cold metal door, your vision starting to blur. The pain was relentless now, and your legs felt like they might give out any second.
“Something’s not right,” Nick said, already on his feet.
“Relax, dude,” Matt said, heading for the door. “She’s probably just running late.”
Nick wasn’t convinced. He followed Matt to the back, his gut churning with unease.
The moment they opened the door, both men froze.
Nick’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the sight before him.
You were slumped against the doorframe, blood staining your clothes, your face pale and tear-streaked.
“Y/N!” Nick’s voice cracked as he lunged forward. Folio caught you just as your legs buckled, pulling your limp form against his chest. The sheer weight of your body startled him—you felt too light, too fragile. Blood smeared his hands as they wrapped around your waist, and his heart raced like never before.
“Y/N, hey, stay with me,” he pleaded, voice trembling as he gently lowered you to the ground. He pressed his hand against the wound on your side, desperately trying to slow the bleeding.
You tried to smile at him through the haze of pain and exhaustion. “Nicky...”
“Hey, hey, shhh,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His hand trembled as he touched you. “You’re okay, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
You chuckled weakly, the sound thin and pained. “No, I’m not.”
He forced a shaky smile, though his voice cracked as he said, “We’re gonna fix you up. I promise.”
Behind him, Matt stood frozen, staring at the blood pooling beneath you. His phone dangled loosely in his hand, his mind unable to process the scene before him.
“Matt!” Folio’s voice cracked with panic as he turned his head sharply toward his friend. “Call the fucking ambulance!”
Matt jolted as if slapped, fumbling with his phone before hastily dialing 911. His hands shook as he brought it to his ear.
“911, what’s your emergency?” the operator’s voice came through, calm and detached.
“Uh—uh, yeah, hi, I—uh, my friend—she’s been stabbed,” Matt stammered, his voice rising with each word. “She’s bleeding a lot—like a lot. We’re at the venue—uh, the back entrance. Just—please send someone fast!”
“Sir, I need you to stay calm,” the operator replied. “Can you tell me her condition? Is she conscious?”
“She’s—she’s awake, but barely. There’s blood everywhere. I don’t know how bad—just, please, hurry!” Matt’s voice cracked, panic overtaking him.
“An ambulance is on the way. Stay with her and apply pressure to the wounds. Do not let her lose consciousness.”
“Okay, yeah, yeah—thank you,” Matt breathed, ending the call. He turned back to Folio, who was still cradling you. “Paramedics are coming.”
“What happened, Y/N?” Matt asked, his voice shaking as he crouched beside you.
Your voice was barely a whisper. “Someone...wanted the bag Nicky gave me,” you murmured, your lips trembling.
Folio’s heart clenched as he looked at you. His jaw tightened, and his eyes met Matt’s, both of them sharing a look of fear and helplessness.
“I’m getting you inside,” Folio said suddenly, his voice firm despite the panic coursing through him. “You’re freezing.”
He slipped his arms under you, carefully lifting you off the ground. The moment he did, you let out a scream, the pain ripping through you like fire.
“I know, I know it hurts,” Folio said, his voice cracking as tears blurred his vision. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Just hold on.”
You could feel his hands trembling as he carried you toward the greenroom, your blood dripping onto the floor and leaving a macabre red trail behind. The chill of the venue’s air hit you, making you shiver uncontrollably.
When Folio pushed open the greenroom door, the rest of the band froze.
“What the fuck?!” Noah was the first to speak, his eyes wide as they darted between you and the blood covering Folio’s arms.
Jolly stood abruptly, his face pale. “What happened?”
Nicholas remained silent, his mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to do or say.
“Someone attacked her,” Folio said, his voice tight with barely suppressed panic. “We need something to press on the wounds—now.”
Nicholas snapped out of his daze and immediately rushed to the shared bathroom. He returned moments later with a first aid kit and a handful of clean towels.
Folio gently set you down on the couch, his hands still pressed against your side. He shoved your shirt up to get a better look at the wound and cursed under his breath. “Fucking hell.”
Nicholas handed him a towel, his hands shaking. “Here.”
“Thanks, Ruff,” Folio muttered before turning back to you. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, okay?”
You nodded weakly, staring up at the ceiling as tears slipped down your cheeks.
Folio pressed the towel against your side, and you screamed, the sound ripping through the room.
“I know, I know,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”
Noah grabbed another towel and knelt by your leg. “I’m wrapping this, okay? Sorry, Y/N.”
The moment the towel tightened around your leg, another scream tore from your throat. Noah flinched, guilt flashing across his face. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“Where the fuck are the paramedics?” Folio muttered, his voice rising as he glanced toward the door.
You blinked slowly, your vision starting to blur. “I’m so tired,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“No,” Folio said sharply, his eyes wide with panic. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, Y/N. You hear me? You’re fine. You need to stay awake.”
Jolly nudged Folio’s side, pointing to the pool of blood forming beneath the couch. “Dude...”
“Fucking shit,” Folio muttered, tears spilling down his cheeks.
Your eyelids grew heavier, and despite Folio’s desperate pleas, they fluttered shut.
Nicholas was the first to notice. “Y/N!” he shouted, shaking you gently.
Folio’s heart shattered as he saw your head loll to the side. “No, no, no. Wake up, Y/N! Please!” His voice broke as he sobbed, clutching you tightly. “Please wake up, baby!”
In that moment, Matt burst into the room, paramedics hot on his heels. The paramedics froze for half a second when they stepped into the room, their professional instincts immediately kicking in as they took in the blood-soaked couch and your pale, trembling body.
“Let’s move!” one of them barked, dropping to their knees beside you. The first paramedic, a woman with sharp, focused eyes, placed a gloved hand against your neck. “Weak pulse, but it’s there. She’s hypovolemic—likely severe blood loss. Let’s get a pressure bandage on this now!”
The second paramedic, a man with a calm but hurried demeanor, unzipped his trauma kit and handed her a bandage roll while pulling out an IV kit. “We need fluids stat. Starting an 18-gauge line.”
Folio was still cradling you as they worked, his tears dripping onto your already bloodied shirt.
“Sir, we need you to step back,” the female paramedic said firmly.
“I—please, I can’t—” Folio stammered, holding you tighter.
“Nicky...” Your voice was barely a whisper, your eyelids fluttering shut again.
“Hey, hey, baby,” Folio choked out, gently brushing his hand over your cheek. “I’m here, okay? I’m right here.”
The male paramedic placed a firm hand on Folio’s shoulder. “We understand, but if you don’t let us work, she won’t make it. Step back, sir.”
Matt gently pulled Folio away, his grip steady despite the panic in his eyes. “Nick, let them help her. Come on.”
Reluctantly, Folio let go, his hands covered in your blood as the paramedics swiftly took over. The female paramedic pressed a gauze-covered pad against the wound on your side, applying firm pressure.
“She’s losing too much,” she muttered, reaching for the bandage roll to secure the gauze. “Let’s get her on the stretcher. On my count—three, two, one—lift!”
You let out a small cry of pain as they moved you, and Folio flinched, his hands clenching into fists.
“She’s responsive but hypoxic. Blood pressure’s crashing,” the male paramedic said as he taped the IV line in place and hung a saline bag.
“Get her in the rig now,” the woman ordered. They wheeled you out of the room and into the waiting ambulance.
Folio moved to follow, but the female paramedic blocked his path. “I’m sorry, sir. You can’t ride with us. Meet us at the hospital.”
“But—”
“No exceptions. We need the space to work.”
Before Folio could protest further, they shut the ambulance doors, the sirens wailing as they sped away.
Folio stood frozen for a moment, his chest heaving as sobs wracked his body. Matt stepped up beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
“Dude, she’ll be fine, okay? You need to calm down a little.” Matt’s voice was steady but strained. “We’ll postpone tonight’s show until we know she’s alright. Come on, get in the car.”
The drive to the hospital was suffocatingly tense. Folio sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window, tears streaming silently down his face. Matt gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white. Noah, Jolly, and Nicholas sat in the back, their usual chatter replaced by heavy silence.
When they reached the hospital, all five of them burst through the doors, their panicked voices overlapping as they demanded information about you.
“Y/N Y/L/N—she was just brought in,” Folio said breathlessly, leaning against the counter.
A nurse approached her expression professional but kind. “She’s in surgery. There was significant blood loss, and her heart stopped briefly on arrival. We had to perform CPR, but we were able to resuscitate her. She’s stable for now, but we won’t know more until she’s out of surgery.”
Folio’s legs nearly gave out, and Matt grabbed his arm to steady him.
“She’s in the best hands,” the nurse reassured them before walking away.
The hours that followed felt endless. The five of them sat in the waiting area, taking turns trying to comfort Folio, whose bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the door leading to the operating rooms.
When it was Matt’s turn, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Nick, I know this isn’t the best time, but when she wakes up, you need to tell her how you feel.”
Folio’s head snapped up, his voice cracking as he replied, “IF she wakes up.”
“She will, dude,” Noah said firmly from across the room. “She’s strong. She’s a fighter.”
Folio buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling.
An hour later, the door finally opened, and a doctor approached. The man’s expression was tired but relieved.
“Miss Y/L/N lost a significant amount of blood, and there was major damage to an artery. However, we were able to repair it and stabilize her. She’s going to be okay.”
“She’s alive?” Folio asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“She is,” the doctor confirmed with a small smile. “She asked about you as soon as she woke up.”
Folio surged forward, grabbing the doctor in a tight, tearful hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The doctor patted his back awkwardly. “It’s my job. Now come on—she could use some company.”
The five of them followed the doctor to your room, their hearts pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety.
When they stepped inside and saw you lying in the hospital bed, pale but alive, Folio broke down again. Tears streamed down his face as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his sobs.
“Dude,” Matt said, smacking the back of Folio’s head lightly. “Stop crying already—she’s alive. Now go and hug her.”
“Yeah, you heard him, Nicky,” you said weakly, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. “Hug me.”
Folio crossed the room in an instant, gently wrapping his arms around you. His tears soaked into your hospital gown as he sobbed against your shoulder.
“I—I thought we lost you,” he choked out.
“Hey, Nicky,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady. “It’s okay. I’m fine now. Breathe for me.”
He pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your arms. “Fuck—never do that again, please.”
“Not planning on it,” you said with a faint laugh, your smile easing some of the tension in the room.
The other boys circled around your bed, their relieved smiles lighting up the otherwise sterile room. Folio took your hand in his, gripping it tightly as if afraid to let go.
The hospital room was quiet now, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the soft hum of fluorescent lights. An hour had passed since the guys had gathered around your bed, their relief palpable as they crowded you with jokes and teasing to lighten the mood. Now, as the initial shock began to wear off, exhaustion set in, the earlier panic etched into everyone’s faces like a fading bruise.
You glanced at Folio, who sat closest to your bed. His posture was tense, his shoulders hunched forward, and his hands clasped tightly in front of him. The others had spread out a little, quietly decompressing from the day’s events.
“So,” you started softly, your voice still hoarse. “What happened to tonight’s show?”
Matt, who had been scrolling through his phone, perked up at the question. “Postponed,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I called the venue as soon as we got here. Told them there was a medical emergency. The fans aren’t thrilled, but they’ll live.”
Your brows furrowed. “Matt, you didn’t have to—”
“Don’t even start,” Matt interrupted, giving you a pointed look. “You think the guys were going to just go on stage after everything that happened? No way.”
“He’s right,” Noah chimed in from where he was leaning against the wall. “It wouldn’t have felt right. Besides, we’d all just be worrying about you the whole time.”
“Exactly,” Jolly added, his arms crossed. “The fans will understand. And if they don’t, screw them.”
You couldn’t help but smile at their collective protectiveness. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “I didn’t mean to mess everything up.”
“Y/N,” Folio said, his voice low but firm, drawing your attention. He finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and tenderness. “Don’t ever apologize for this. None of this is your fault.”
Nicholas nodded in agreement. “You almost died, Y/N. The show doesn’t matter. You do.”
The sincerity in his voice brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away quickly, not wanting to get emotional again. “Thanks, guys. Really.”
The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the weight of the day settling over everyone like a heavy blanket. One by one, the guys began to stir, the fatigue catching up to them.
“Alright,” Matt said finally, standing up and stretching. “I think it’s time we give you two some space.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re just leaving me with him?” you teased, nodding toward Folio.
“Hey!” Folio protested, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Matt chuckled. “Yeah, I think you’ll survive. Just don’t let him get too sappy.”
One by one, the others said their goodbyes. Noah leaned down to kiss your forehead, Jolly gave you a quick hug, and Nicholas squeezed your hand gently before following the others out.
As the door clicked shut behind them, the room felt quieter, the absence of the others amplifying the sound of the heart monitor and the faint murmur of voices in the hallway. You shifted your attention to Folio, who was still sitting in the chair beside your bed, unusually quiet.
“What’s up, Nicky?” you asked softly, studying his tense posture. “You’re awfully quiet.”
Folio stiffened at your words, his hands tightening into fists. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I was so fucking scared, Y/N,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
You tilted your head, confused by the raw emotion in his voice. “But I’m okay,” you said gently, trying to reassure him. “I’m here.”
“That’s not the point,” he said, his voice cracking. He finally looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “When I saw you lying there, bleeding, I... I realized something.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Realized what?”
Folio hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to take yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, his touch warm and steady despite his obvious nerves.
“I’ve been such a coward,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been holding back, pretending that what I feel for you is just... friendship. But it’s not. It’s so much more than that.”
Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice trembling but sure. “Not just as a friend. I love you in every way you can love someone. And today... today, I thought I’d lost you before I ever told you.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you smiled softly. “Nicky...”
“I don’t expect anything from you,” he continued, his voice desperate. “I just needed you to know. You’re everything to me. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. But I—”
You cut him off, squeezing his hands tightly. “Stop.”
His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face.
“Stop, because I do feel the same,” you said, your voice trembling. “I love you too, Nicky. I always have.”
Relief washed over his face, and he let out a choked laugh, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You do?”
“I do,” you whispered, smiling through your tears.
Folio let out a breath he’d been holding, his laughter mingling with his sobs. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “I’ll try not to get stabbed next time.”
He chuckled, though it came out shaky. “Not funny.”
You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing away his tears. “I’m here, Nicky. I’m not going anywhere.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. When he opened them again, they were filled with love and determination. “Promise me you won’t scare me like that again.”
“I promise,” you said, your voice steady.
And for the first time all night, everything felt right.
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tikosblogg · 6 months ago
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A Helping Hand Pt 2.
Part 1 Here
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Summary: Noah ghosts you, so you decide to find someone else to help you out. Until

Warning: SMUT. PIV sex. Rough sex, Virginity loss, Dom!noah, sub!reader, unprotected sex(a big no no), TINY bit of degradation, spanking.
A/N: ya’ll
..I ain’t even gonna lie
.i got carried away there
but I love this one. I did good with this one if I do say so myself! I hope you guys like it just as much!!❀ not proof read I apologize it’s once again 2AMđŸ„č
It’s been a whole week since I’ve seen or spoken to Noah. We had exchanged numbers before he left my apartment that night. Claiming he would talk to me soon. yet it’s been nothing but radio silence. I decided to not tell my friends, since Noah obviously changed his mind about the whole thing. I didn’t want to be hammered with questions, or it was embarrassing enough that I was ghosted I didn’t wanna talk about it. So I just stayed quiet. The girls were invited to one of the campus frat parties tonight, and asked me to come a long. Since it was a Friday, and I had no other plans I decided to go.
We got ready, and headed to the fraternity house. Once we get there, the house is packed, over flowing with drunk and rowdy college kids. The music is so loud it shook the entire house. We got our drinks, and socialized with other people just having a good time. After about an hour, I excused myself from the group of people we were talking to, to grab another drink.
As I stood at the makeshift bar in the cramped kitchen, the deafening bass of the music thudded around me. People were laughing, shouting, and stumbling through the narrow hallways, creating an adrenaline-fueled chaos that was just the kind of distraction I needed after a week of nothing from Noah. I thought we had shared a spark, a connection so intense that I could still feel the electricity humming in my veins, but it felt like I had been left hanging in the void since he walked out of my apartment that night.
"Hey there, beautiful," a voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump. I turned around to see a guy standing there, blonde tousled hair, twinkling blue eyes, and a smile that instantly disarmed me. “I’m Jake. What’s your name?”
“Y/n,” I replied, trying to appear casual even though my stomach flipped. I couldn’t help but notice how he leaned in closer as he spoke, filling the space between us with an undeniable tension.
“Nice to meet you, y/n. You know, you might just be the most gorgeous person in this whole room,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. I felt my cheeks flush ,it had been a while since someone had directed attention toward me like that, other than Noah of course. “What brings you here?”
“Just hanging out with some friends,” I said, glancing over at Layna and Clara, who were busy talking and flirting with a group of guys. “What about you?”
“Same. Just trying to find a reason to stick around this party.” He smirked, leaning on the counter beside me. “I’d say I found it.”
His confidence was intoxicating. I couldn’t shake the memories of Noah's smile and tender words, but part of me wondered if maybe Jake could provide a nice distraction.
I hesitated, thinking about how Noah had claimed he'd “talk to me soon”. The weight of that silence felt almost like a betrayal. I could feel Jake’s gaze sharpening, as if he read the conflict in my eyes. “Why don’t we grab a drink somewhere quieter?” he suggested, the invitation both thrilling and terrifying.
“Sure.” I decided then and there to let go of Noah's lingering presence. Maybe I was being impulsive, but I was tired of waiting for someone who had left me hanging. Besides, a one night stand sounds like exactly what I need.
Jake led me out of the chaotic kitchen, through the crowded living room, and up the stairs into a random bedroom. The bass was muffled here, allowing us space to talk without shouting. I took a seat on the neatly made bed, finally allowing my guard to drop a little. I looked around the room, the lighting a dull blue color from the LEDs hung around the ceiling. In front of the bed against the wall, was a desk with an expensive looking PC set up. Lastly to my right, was a sliding closet door, that doubled as a mirror, the entire length of the wall.
I looked back at Jake his body language was confident as he walked closer, taking a seat beside me. drawing me in with his lively aura and unyielding charm.
We talked for a few minutes, his hand sliding up my bare thigh, inching closer and closer to the hem of my blue Jean skirt. He started to lean forward Until the bedroom door slammed open, making us jump apart.
Noah stood there, his silhouette framed in the doorway, a furious glint in his eyes that pierced through the dimness. The atmosphere shifted, the warmth between Jake and me evaporating like fog.
“Get the fuck out.” Noah’s voice was low, and dangerous. He shifted his weight, fists clenched at his sides, and his stance radiated authority. It was the kind of rage that felt palpable, as if it could reach out and strangle one of us, and from the looks of it
 it would be Jake.
Jake sprang to his feet, a defiant smirk tugging at his lips despite the tension. “I’m busy, man. Why don’t you find another room?” He gestured dismissively.
Noah took a daunting step closer, towering over Jake, his presence like a shadow looming over us. “This is my room, dickhead. Get the fuck out.” His voice cut like glass—sharp, brittle, and full of anger.
“Whatever,” Jake countered, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, a flicker of nerves darting beneath his bravado. His gaze moved to me, encouraging me to follow him, to leave Noah’s fury behind. But the moment my ass left the mattress, his hard gaze reached mine.
“Sit down,” Noah growled, his tone turning as fierce as a thunderstorm. Alarm, mixed with curiosity coursed through me as I complied instinctively, my heart racing. There was something possessive in his eyes, something primal, and it sent a shiver rippling through me. My cheeks flushed crimson, a rush of embarrassment kindling between the anger and the flickering desire I thought I had just moments before.
Jake grimaced, clearly irritated, and I could see the tension rippling across his shoulders like a taut bowstring. “Fuck that! She’s with me!” There was an edge to his voice as he shot a defiant glare at Noah, stepping forward, seeming ready for a confrontation.
Before I could register what was happening, Noah harshly shoved Jake out of the room almost effortlessly, his strength undeniable. “Not anymore.” The door slammed shut, the finality of it echoing like a gunshot in the suddenly quiet space.
I sat there, heart pounding as the silence enveloped me. It felt so wrong but so thrilling at the same time—the unyielding power Noah had in that moment, the way he took control without hesitation. I could hear Jake’s frustrated mutters on the other side of the door, mixed with the still pounding bass of the music being played throughout the house, but it faded into white noise, overtaken by the thumping of my heart and the electric tension hanging between Noah and me.
Noah turned to me slowly, his expression softening just a fraction. “Are you okay?” His voice lowered, a flicker of concern breaking through the anger.
“I... I’m fine,” I stammered, grappling for something to steady my racing thoughts. But my gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet his intense stare.
He stepped closer, the space left between us melting away like ice in the sun. “You know he doesn’t care about you, right?” His voice was firm, and there was something heartfelt buried in the fierce facade.
I glanced up, the conflict swirling inside me, a humorless laugh leaving my mouth. “Oh and you do?” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. Yet, I couldn’t ignore, the way my skin prickled with anticipation.
His brow furrowed slightly, confusion knitted with concern as he sought my eyes. “What do you mean? Of course I do.”
The sincerity in his words throbbed in the air, making the small room feel larger, the weight of his gaze pulling me in. I took a deep breath, drowning in the torrent of emotions swirling around us. Noah stepped closer, and the walls felt like they were closing in, the space between us charged with something unnameable.
“Oh so that’s why you completely disappeared on me?” I hissed, hurt overshadowing any anger I felt. “You said you were gonna help me out, and then just left me hanging! So I went found someone else, so what?” I glared at him, as he just stood there silently.
His expression shifted. At first, it was just surprise, but as I spoke, a spark of annoyance flickered in his eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. “So that’s what this is about? You’re such a desperate whore, you couldn’t go a few days without me? You had to find some stupid dickhead to replace me?”
His words hung in the air, taunting and challenging me. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my own admission suffocate my pride. Any other time, I would punch a guy for calling me such a degrading name, but coming from Noah’s lips
it only made me want to completely submit to him. Fall to my knees, and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. My self respect has left the chat.
Before I could respond, he reached behind him locking the door. The sound reverberated in my chest, both thrilling and foreboding. “It’s pathetic actually
You really think anyone else will make you feel as good as I do?”
Noah stepped closer, invading my space, and suddenly the atmosphere was full of suffocating tension. A tension that crackled between us, charging the air with an unmistakable heat. We were almost chest to chest—his breath mingling with the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, pulling me in like gravity.
Time felt suspended as he scrutinized my face, searching for honesty in my eyes. And then, without warning, his hand shot up, gripping my throat with a gentleness that belied his strength. I felt my heart race. I was trapped yet electrified; a paradox I could hardly understand.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and steady, sending shivers down my spine. “Admit that you don’t want me to fuck you.”
The words hung thickly in the air, woven through my thoughts like a tangled cord. I wanted to deny it—to hold onto the shreds of my resolve. But the truth was there, dancing just out of reach. I could feel the heat pooling in the pit of my stomach, the yearning I had buried beneath annoyance and pride.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I wanted to hate him for making me feel this way, for ghosting me, and for showing up like this with his magnetic pull. But I couldn’t shake the undeniable truth every second we stood here only deepened my desire for him.
His grip tightened slightly, pulling me closer to him. “You can’t lie to me,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto mine, dark and smoldering. “You want me
not him.”
A shaky breath escaped me, and I finally nodded, barely able to speak. “I—” I faltered, not wanting to make the admission, but it was too late. The warmth of his body pressed against mine ignited everything I had been trying to suppress, and I was suffocated by the truth.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine. “Say it.”
A rush of vulnerability flooded through me, and I broke. “I want you to fuck me.” The admission slipped from my lips, both thrilling and terrifying.
Noah’s grip loosened, just enough for me to feel the shift as he realized the power he held. The annoyance morphed into a smirk as he stepped back, putting space between us but retaining an air of challenge.
“Was that so hard?” he asked, that familiar teasing smile, and spark in his gaze igniting a fire in my chest. “I-I’m sorry” I whimpered, not even sure what about, all I know is that I want him now, and if apologizing is what I have to do to have him, then I’ll do it a million times more.
His sheer dominance pulling me back into the orbit of his presence. In that moment, the game shifted. I was no longer the pursuer, but a willing participant in his teasing game.
I felt my heart race, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through my veins as Noah’s grip on my throat loosened just enough for me to breathe but still held enough power that I didn't want to struggle.
He leaned in, finally kissing me with so much heat. The kiss was demanding, igniting a fire deep within me. I melted into the intensity, surrendering to the moment. As his hand flew into the back of my hair, pushing me down to my knees, my senses sharpened. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze as he settled on the edge of the bed.
With one swift motion, he pulled me closer, positioning me between his thighs. His fingers tangled in my hair, a mix of lust and control flowing between us. I looked up at him, and my breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked—a swirling storm of desire and dominance mirrored in his gaze.
His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, a teasing gesture that made me whimper in response. It ignited something deep within me, a craving that begged to be satisfied. But amidst this whirlwind of emotions, he grounded me with a question that cut through the haze “What’s your safe word?”
My heart raced. The thrill was intoxicating, yet the responsibility of consenting to this moment made my body tingle with anticipation. “Red,” I breathed out, the word heavy with meaning. It was a signal of trust, a boundary I was both eager to explore and determined to protect.
Noah smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good choice.” His lips attacked mine again, before he pulled away, our lips barely brushing, his breath warm against them as he whispered, “now show me how sorry you are.”
I timidly nodded my head, before reaching for his pants pausing. I quickly looked up, nerves and insecurities suddenly filling my body. He must’ve noticed my sudden change in demeanor, as his hand softly cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes to look directly into his. “What is baby?”
His dominate aura suddenly changed, his voice now softer. His thumb rubbed against my cheek back and forth, waiting for my response. “I just- I’ve never done
” my sentence cut short, as anxiety of not being good enough entered my thoughts. His voice suddenly bringing me back to the present.
“Hey
I’ll help you..just take your time. Don’t force it okay?” I nodded, as all the bad thoughts started to slowly dissipate. I’m safe. He knows I’m new to this. This is why we are doing this. I gave myself a short pep talk, and reached for his pants again.
He slightly lifted his hips, as I dragged his pants and boxers down just enough. When is dick finally released from its confines, he sighed in relief. My eyes widened, at the sight. He was huge. I was instantly intimidated, but didn’t let it show. I carefully reached up, wrapping my hand around him, my already small hand looking even tinier compared to it.
I slowly stroked my hand, up and down his length as he groaned above me. “Fuck baby, just like that.” His praise gave me a new found confidence, as I slowly leaned down kitten licking his painfully red tip. He moaned again, his hand finding my hair once more, gripping it softly.
The sounds leaving his lips, only made me want to hear more. I opened my mouth wide, as I took him into my mouth as far as I could. Once he hit the back of my throat I hollowed my cheeks sucking softly, before dragging my lips back up. He threw his back, releasing another loud groan. “Holy fuck y/n..” I did it again, this time stroking the rest of him that my mouth couldn’t reach, with my hand.
His grip on my hair tightened, as I let him take control. I propped my hands on each of his muscular thighs, keeping my mouth hovering over his dick. In time, his hips were thrusting as he fucked my mouth.
I moaned, and gagged around him letting him use me as he pleased. My panties no doubt soaked at this point. Tears were falling down my cheeks, as he suddenly pulled my mouth off of him. With his grip still tight in my hair, he turned my face to the right. With tear filled eyes, I saw my reflection staring back at me. “Look at yourself” he hissed, his dominant side coming back out to play.
I was a mess. I had mascara streaked down my face, from my tears. My shimmery lips gloss smeared across my cheeks. My hair looked like I had walked through a wind storm
.but I loved it. I felt sexy.
He pulled my face back towards him, as he leaned down shoving his tongue damn near down my throat. I whined, as I sucked his tongue softly. It drove him fucking crazy. He stood up, pulling me from the floor, and onto his bed.
When my back hit the mattress, he was on top of me instantly. He grabbed my shirt pulling it off, before basically ripping my bra from my body. Next went my skirt, and panties. Throwing them somewhere in the room, he leaned down taking my nipple in his mouth.
I gasped, as he softly sucked it while squeezing my other tit in his hand. I felt warmth spread across my skin the longer he sucked and nipped at my tits, each rough touch igniting a fire at my throbbing cunt. I shivered, turned on more than I have ever been in my life, a flush spreading across my cheeks as I caught his gaze.
Noah pulled back, his lips hovering tantalizingly close. His breath fanning my skin as he began to taunt me, his voice low and rough. “You like that baby?“ he whispered, the dominance in his voice sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. “You think he could have made you feel like this?.”
I opened my mouth to respond, to articulate the jumbled emotions swirling within me, but no words came. Instead, I shook my head slightly, my heart racing as I whimpered. He smirked, a knowing smile that made my breath hitch in my throat.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his tone dropping an octave, lacing his words with a challenge. It was his way of pulling me deeper, inviting me to surrender myself completely. My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, and each one was wrapped in the comfort of him.
“You,” I managed to breathe out, the word escaping my lips like a secret.
“Good answer,” he said, his grin widening over a shared understanding. He leaned closer again, capturing my gaze with his, with a final kiss and I felt anchored, surrounded by his intensity.
He lightly drug his tongue, from between my breasts down my stomach, to the very top of my aching cunt. I groaned his name, softly bucking my hips up. He smiled, before poking his tongue out, and running slowly over my sensitive clit.
I gasped, arching my back against the mattress. My hands instantly finding his hair. “Fuck I’ve missed this pussy.” Before I could say another word, his two middle fingers sank into me. He wasted no time, pumping them hard and fast.
“Fuck Noahhhh.” I whined, as he continued his thrusts, his face coming to hover over mine. “This sweet pussy is mine, right baby? His voice still held that dominant tone, but almost sounded like a whine. Just that could have made explode, but I held back.
He snatched his fingers away, making my head shoot up in confusion, before his hand came down smacking my already throbbing pussy, with his hand. I gasped, my body tensing at the new found pleasure filling my body. “Answer me.”
He growled, shoving his fingers back into me. I nodded my head, before releasing a breathless “yes..” rutting my hips against his skilled fingers. Another smack landed on my clit, before his deep voice filled the air again. “Yes what?”
So lost in the feeling, I said the first thing that came to mind as I gasped at the sharp sting against my clit “Yessir” he smirked, sitting up on his knees. “Good girl.” His shoved his fingers into his mouth, groaning at my taste.
I whined at the loss of his touch, as he watched from above me. A cocky smirk on his face. “I’m not even touching you anymore, and you’re still going crazy for me.” I panted beneath him, meeting his dark eyes. “Please Noah
I need you.” I cried, desperately wanting to feel his touch again.
He wasted no more time, taking his shirt off and kicking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, throwing them somewhere behind him. I marveled at his hard muscular body, completely covered in beautiful tattoos. He himself was a work of art, I couldn’t help but appreciate.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in another kiss, as we both just tasted each other. The rest of his body, lowered onto me. I widened my thighs as far as I could, so I could feel him completely. His hips bucked softly, dragging his cock through my folds at an achingly slow pace.
His lips left mine, as we both panted. He reached down, sliding an arm under the bend of my right knee pushing it up and against my chest. Spreading me open for him.
He just looked at me for a moment, trying to read my face. I quickly nodded, pulling him into a soft kiss. “Please” I whispered up at him, ready to finally feel him inside of me.
He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, leaving soft nips and kisses as he slowly pushed inside of. I groaned at the stretch, my pussy welcoming the new feeling. He groaned into my neck, the deeper he got.
Once he was completely bottomed out, he sat still. He pulled his face from my neck, the look in his eyes burning into mine. I could see the way he was fighting with himself not to lose control and fuck the shit out of me.
But I wanted him to. I loved the pleasure, and the pain that came with it. I nodded my head confidently, as his resolve started to crack. I brought his lips close to mine, brushing against them as I spoke. “Don’t hold back.”
His whole demeanor went dark, before he pulled his hips back, slamming them back against mine with a small grunt. I gasped, my nails clawing down his back. I felt so full, and never wanted to lose that feeling that only he could give me.
“You’re so fucking tight baby.” He groaned, as he continued roughly snapping his hips against mine. I whimpered, running my hands up his back and intertwining them behind his neck. He laid his forehead against mine, as we breathed each other in.
Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of me. I released a whine, at the sudden empty feeling. He grabbed my sides sliding me up to the middle of the mattress, before rolling me onto my side facing the mirror.
I was confused, before he quickly slid up behind me, pulling my body flush against his chest, and sliding back into me with a low groan. The sight was beautiful. He propped up on his elbow, so he could see over me, as his other hand grabbed my thigh lifting it up.
Holding my thigh up, gave me a clear view of his cock pumping in and out of me roughly. It was erotic, so hot. He has ruined me, in the best way possible. His eyes met mine in the mirror, as a smile slowly formed on his face. He thoroughly enjoyed the fucked out mess he saw in the mirror.
His hand that was holding my thigh, slowly slid up my body, as I kept it up myself, not wanting to lose the perfect view of him completely destroying my pussy. His hand continued its path up my body, pausing at my tit to give it a firm squeeze, before moving up again.
His large hand finally made it to its destination, firmly gripping my throat. He turned my head the slightest bit towards him, his lips brushing against my tear stained cheek as he roughly spoke. “Look how pretty you are, taking my cock like a good girl.”
Nothing but a whine of his name left my lips, too fucked out to form words. His thrusts sped up, his hips slapping against my ass, roughly. “So fucking pretty, huh? Say it.” He growled against my cheek, before turning my face back towards the mirror.
“Say it! His voice rose in volume, his thrusts never letting up. I panted, watching our bodies in the mirror, before staring myself in the face. “I’m— oh fuckkk- I’m so pretty.” I whined, as my eyes met his smirking face.
“Thats fucking right baby, my pretty little slut.” He breathed, his fingers tightening a bit more around my throat, slowing down my blood flow, making my head feel fuzzy. “ All fucking mine.” I nodded slightly the best I could, agreeing with him. Nobody would ever compare to Noah. I’ll forever be his.
After a few more rough thrusts of his hips, he pulled out again, shoving me onto my stomach, and pulling my hips up. His hand shoved my back down, making me arch my ass as high as I could. Without another word, he thrusted back into me.
His hips pounded into me, while he reached his hand around me rubbing his fingers against my clit. I pulled my face out of the sheets, catching his eyes in the mirror for the tenth time. Moaning at the sight of him. His brows were furrowed in pleasure, his face and body covered in a sheen of sweat.
His eyes blown out, almost black. His teeth caught his bottom lip, as he watched my face twist with pleasure. My jaw hung open, basically drooling. I could tell he loved the sight of me like this, which only egged him on.
“You gonna cum for me baby?” He asked, with an almost mocking tone. My eyes closed in bliss, before is other hand came down, leaving a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes shot back open, as they found the mirror again. “Fucking watch yourself. Watch yourself fall apart for me.” He grunted, as I kept my eyes on myself in the mirror.
I was a complete fucking wreck, and I loved it. His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and I felt my orgasm reaching its peak. “Fuck noah..yes yes yes please.” I cried out, as my body shook finally releasing all over him.
Noah groaned, as he continued fucking me through my high. My face fell into the mattress, as his thrusts became sloppy, finally finishing right after me. He groaned, as his hips slowly came to a stop. We were both panting loudly, as he bent forward, leaving a soft kiss on my spine.
He slowly pulled out, making me whine at the loss. I slowly turned over, both of us staring at each other before breaking into stupid smiles. I giggled as he pulled over to him, kissing my lips, nose, and forehead. He stood up, walking over to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel.
After wiping us off, he threw the towel in his hamper, and pulled on his boxers. He bent over grabbing his shirt, and walking over to me slipping it on me. I smiled, as he crawled back into bed, placing the blanket over us. I turned to face him, with a small smile. “Thank you.”
He smiled back before shaking his head. “Don’t thank me
 I think we both know this was more than just me giving you a helping hand.” His hand came up, softly brushing a piece of hair from my face cupping my cheek. He leaned in placing a soft lingering kiss to my lips.
He pulled back, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. I smiled at him, softly nuzzling my face into his warm palm. He’s right. This was so much more than that
.and I don’t mind it one bit.
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kaliforniahigh · 6 months ago
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my kink is karma - part. 2 - n.s.
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This is the second part to "casual". The title is yet another Chappell Roan song :D
Warnings: Some self-deprecating talk, Folio plays a little bit of a matchmaker, they talk about their feelings, curse words and angst with a happy ending (I'm a sucker for happy endings).
WC: 3.367
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It's comical, bridges you burn If karma's real, hope it's your turn
The tension in the air after yours and Noah's argument was palpable. You haven't talked to him since your argument, but it didn't take a genius to notice he wasn't behaving like himself lately.
You, on the other hand, was just waiting for this tour to be over. You've been treating this job exactly like what it is. A job. You kept a friendly relationship with everyone, but the outings to bars or restaurants were kept to a minimum.
Bryan sensed something was up when you asked him to show Noah the pictures you took, for him to select the ones he liked the most, instead of showing him yourself.
You kept in contact with Liam, contrary to what Noah insinuated, your interactions were strictly professional, since Liam had a long-term girlfriend that he mentioned to you the first time you talked. Showing you some pictures he took of her in an outdoor setting.
You could've told Noah this, but seeing him angry and out of his wits at the idea of you dating or seeing someone else was more entertaining for you. You guess you just wanted him to feel a little bit of what you felt when he took those girls to his hotel room.
Nick did tell you though that these past few weeks Noah hasn't even tried to flirt or take girls back to his room, and mentioned that he should check "if his friend was ok". You wondered if you were the only one who never realized Noah was a player.
You guess that doesn't matter now. Liam has called you a few days ago, since you've mentioned to him that tour was wrapping up soon, he wanted to ask if you would accept the invitation of touring with him and the band he worked for, and you were considering it.
You're familiar here, and meeting new people and getting used to a new setting was going to be challenging. But you also knew you couldn't keep going like this. You always took pride in having a great relationship with everyone, and now you felt like you were drifting further and further apart from them.
You knew they considered you their friends, but the truth is: they're Noah's friends. And you could and would never come between that.
It's hot when you have a meltdown In the front of your house and you're getting kicked out It's hot when you're drinking downtown And you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth
Nick knew he shouldn't pry, especially not when Noah was on the verge of being too drunk. But two of his best friends were fighting and he knew neither one of them were going to come out and say anything. Besides, he knew Noah lacked a filter when he was intoxicated, so this was his best chance.
Tour was wrapping up this week, so this was the last opportunity for the band and crew to go out together. After all is over, everyone ends up going their own way and it gets difficult to organize something.
Nick was waiting for the best opportunity to talk to Noah, and at some point during the night, they found themselves alone at the table.
"So, Y/N didn't wanna come out tonight", Nick started, mentioning your name right out the gate, not wanting to waste too much time. He saw Noah's shoulder tense.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised", his friend answered, taking another sip of his alcoholic beverage.
"Do you know what could've happened? She used to go out with us all the time", Nick played dumb, not wanting to give away that he could tell you two obviously had something going on.
"I don't know man, maybe she's too busy talking to Liam or whatever", so Noah was jealous, that much he could tell. Nick knew about Liam because you've mentioned him in conversation a couple of times.
"Why would she be busy talking to Liam in the middle of the night? Besides, they're on different timezones", Nick fished for more information.
"I guess she liked the attention she was receiving", Noah said and shrugged his shoulders, trying to look unbothered by the situation, but ultimately failing.
"I see", Nick pondered. Finally, he decided to put his friend out of his misery "you know he has a girlfriend, right? I think Y/N mentioned they've been together for 7 or 8 years or something", Nick said and waited for a reaction. Noah's eyes widened visibly in surprise and he looked in Nick's direction.
"No, I didn't know that", he sounded defeated, as he let the realization sink in.
"So whatever you guys have going on, if it's because Y/N has been talking to Liam, you can cut it out, because there's nothing happening there", Nick saw Noah sigh out loud and run his hands over his face. He expected him to be relieved, but he looked exasperated?
"Noah, this is everything that happened, right?", Nick was suddently worried about his reaction.
"I might have been a dick to Y/N", Noah was looking down at his drink, stirring it uselessly.
"What do you mean?", it was Nick's turn to look and sound exasperated. Maybe he bit off more than he could chew.
"Look, Y/N and hooked up a few times, and...", he began explaining, but Nick cut him off "By hooked up you mean you've kissed, or something more?", he has an inkling feeling that this was so much more.
"I mean we've had sex a few times", he paused, but continued when Nick didn't say anything "it wasn't anything serious, but I might have lost my cool when I saw her talking to Liam at that festival", he at least looked guilty saying this.
"If it wasn't anything serious then why did you lose your cool?" Nick asked the million dollar question.
"I don't know. I think I didn't like seeing her with that guy?", Noah was having a hard time explaining himself. Nick always knew his friend wasn't good with expressing his feelings. And that worried him, because there was no telling what he could've said to you.
"And what happened after that for you guys to stop talking?", Nick was getting to the bottom of this, even if he didn't like it. And it seemed like Noah needed someone to talk to anyway. He could tell the conversation sobered up the boy quite a bit.
"I kinda confronted her about it?"
"And how did you do that?", by the looks of it, he was gonna have to pry the information out of him. He felt like a parent mediating a fight between two kids.
"I wasn't the nicest, ok? I already know that and I already feel like absolute shit about it", Nick wasn't gonna ask again, so they sat in silence until Noah conjured up the courage to say what he needed to say.
"I insinuated that Liam was only interested in her in order to get her into bed. And then I proceeded to tell her that I didn't think she would be so easy". Noah said this with venon in his voice, directed at himself. Saying it out loud again only heightend the weight of his words. And this somehow made him feel even worse.
"What the fuck, Noah? Why the fuck would you say that?", Nick said with anger in his voice.
"Have you seem this Liam guy? He's probably gone to a nice college, just like her. He probably doesn't have attachment issues. He probably doesn't need therapy to talk about his feelings. I freaked out, ok? It was clear from the beggining that Y/N and I could never work. So I decided that having a little bit of her was better than having none of her". Noah could feel the tears stinging his eyes. Letting out the thoughts in his head felt a little liberating, but it didn't make him feel better about the way he treated you.
"You don't get to decide if Y/N deserves you or not. That was her decision to make. And you shouldn't have jumped to conclusions with her and Liam", Nick knew that this was obvious, but maybe the obvious still needed to be said.
"I don't think that matters now. I don't see how I could fix this. Tour is ending and I bet she'll never want to see my face again"
"And if that happens, you at least owe her an apology", Nick patted him on the back and asked Noah if he wanted another drink, he said no, so Nick left him with his own thoughts.
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Oh, God And it's coming around, yeah, it's coming around Yeah, it's coming around, oh, God Oh, God
This was one of those things you couldn't get away from. Mainly because everyone has been planning this since before the tour even started. Also because it's already been paid for, and you don't like your money going to waste.
Camping was never your favorite activity. You despised insects and couldn't understand why people left their comfy beds to sleep in tents and sleeping bags. But back then, Noah promised to make you as many roasted marshmallows as you wanted, and you pretended to say yes just because of that. As if you wouldn't jump at the opportunity to spend more time with him. Now you were cursing yourself.
You were unaware of the conversation Nick had with Noah before tour ended, and how much he knew about what transpired between you two. So you thought nothing of the conversation you were having with him, as the boys grilled some burgers for dinner.
"I kind of have something to tell you", you were nervous to make this official. "Since tour ended and everything, I don't see why hide this anymore"
Nick thought you were finally opening up to him about your adventures and fall out with Noah. He would soon find out he was very mistaken as he told you to go on.
"You know how I've been talking to Liam right?", he nodded "recently he asked me if I wanted to tour with him. To have a different experience and all that", you kicked a pebble next to your feet. Nick was looking directly at you, but you didn't have the heart to look back at him. "I've been thinking about saying yes".
"You're leaving us?", this prompted you to lift your head.
"C'mon Nick, this tour was just an experiment. I don't know for sure if you guys will want me back. I need to have something lined up for me". And that was true. You were only thinking about your next steps.
"I thought it was clear we wanted you next tour as well?", Nick genuinely sounded confused and it broke your heart. You didn't know what to say anymore. "Is this about you and Noah?", he asked and you froze the second the words left his lips.
"What do you mean?", you tried to gauge how much he knew.
"I think you know what I mean. I could tell there was something different between you two. I had to find out what it was. So I kind of cornered Noah one night and he told me", you huffed in annoyance.
"What else did he tell you? That I'm easy and fall into bed with everyone that comes asking?"
"No, but he did tell me that he basically told you that", Nick said and you were honestly surprised at this. It was very difficult for Noah to admit to his mistakes. "I'm not defending him, because I already told him what he needed to hear from me. But I think you guys should talk before we leave"
"We'll see about that", you gave him a little sideways smile, trying to be noncommittal about this.
"It doesn't matter if you're with us or working for a different band. I know you'll kill it anyways. But keep in mind that we like having you close"
"Thank you, Nick", you showed him your gratitude.
"I'll see if those goofs need any help", you looked back at the boys and saw Matt threatening Jolly with the tongs, opening and closing them, as if he was trying to get his head. You laughed at this as Nick excused himself.
Dinner went by and soon you were all sitting by the fire, attempting to tell scary stories, but everyone was laughing and calling out loop hopes in each other's tales, turning the situation from scary to funny.
You were roasting some marshmallows here and there. You were never good at this, so it either came out burnt or the thing melted entirely and fell into the fire. You gave up at some point and just sat there, with the stick in your hand, poking the floor aimelessly.
Seconds later, Nick poked you on the side, handing you a stick with two marshmallows roasted perfectly on the top. You gave him a puzzled look, but he just tilted his head to Noah, who was sat beside him. He gave you a barely there smile, and nodded in acknowledgment. The marshmallows kept coming thoughout the night without you having to ask for them. He did promise you to roast you as many as you wanted after all.
Not too long after, everyone was excusing themselves to their tents. The long drive here had everyone yawning. You were not much better, so you decided to do the same.
A soon as your head hit the pillow, thoughts swam through your mind. The conversation with Nick was supposed to be simple. You were pretty much dead set on saying yes to Liam. Now you weren't so sure anymore.
You knew you needed to talk to Noah at some point. You figured that him giving you marshmallows was his way of extending you an olive branch. He was there if you ever wanted to talk. You did miss him and what you had before everything went to shit.
Huffing and deciding that as much as you wanted, sleep wouldn't find you so easily tonight, so you opened your tent to step outside. Maybe meditating or some breathing exercises would relax you enough.
Standing on your feet and stretching your limbs, you noticed Noah still sat at the wooden bench everyone was at earlier. You debated slipping inside your tent again, but he was already looking at you. There was no turning back now.
You also debated sitting somewhere else, but didn't want to make things even more akward, so you sat on the other end of the bench. A few minutes passed by before he spoke up.
"Can't sleep?", he asked.
"No, too much on my mind", you didn't know if you were ready for this, but you had to be.
"I talked to Nick the other day", he glanced at you, but you kept a neutral expression.
"Yeah, he told me about that", your hands were picking on loose strands of your sweater.
"Listen, I'm not gonna make any excuses. I owe you an apology. You don't have to accept it, but I have to tell you how sorry I am for what I said to you", he sat sideways now, looking directly at you. "So I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I should've delt with my anger instead of taking it out on you"
"I just don't understand why you were so angry? Why Liam and I talking led you to said that", you did have an idea, but you wanted him to tell you. Noah has been going over this conversation in his head for days. He decided that it doesn't matter the outcome, he was going to be honest with you.
"I shouldn't have invited you to my hotel room that first night. I knew this was going to end like this. I thought I could get a grip on my feelings, but I was very mistaken. I was selfish and I hurt you in the process", you tried to pretend that that first part didn't hurt you, so you decided to focus on the end of his speech. You appreciated the honesty regardless of how it made you feel.
"What feelings?"
"The feelings that I have for you. I think I've had them since Bryan introduced you to us for the first time. Thinking back on it now, how could I not have feelings for you? Not only are you a great protographer, but you're also an amazing and kind girl. And I'm just the good looking guy who sings in a band", he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. You didn't like the way he talked about himself.
"I don't think you're just a good looking guy who sings in a band, you're so much more than that and it's such a shame you don't realize it", you tried to get your point across. "I know that you didn't mean what you said back in that tour bus. Mainly because I know you, and you're not a mean person. But you really need to communicate better with the people around you"
"I know. Maybe then I would've known that Liam has a girlfriend, right?", he smiled at this.
"Exactly", you smiled back. "It hurt me a lot when you kept giving attention to other girls after we slept together. I guess I just felt like another notch on your belt", you made yourself a little smaller after admitting to this, but decided to be honest with him the same way he was being with you.
"I never slept with them. Sometimes we didn't even take the elevator up to my floor because I just told them it wasn't gonna work. It just didn't feel right and my head wasn't in the right place", this did make you feel incredibly better.
"Well then, I guess I could've communicated better myself. Maybe then I would've known this, instead of wallowing in pity", this time was your turn to smile and poke a little fun at the situation.
"I gave you the wrong idea, I'm sorry about that", there was a moment of pause before he contined "I understand if nothing can happen between us now, after all of this. But it would be great if you came back for another tour, you really do an amazing job, and I don't want my behavior to jeopardize that", you sighed at this, now was the time to tell him.
"I've had an offer from another band to go on tour with them", you looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction. His face fell and the somewhat relaxed look he kept on his face throughout your conversation, morphed into one of resignation.
"Oh, that's great. You're gonna be amazing regardless", he tried to be supportive of your decision, but his voice gave him away.
"I'm not going", his eyebrows shot up at this. "Just being here tonight, with everyone, made me realize that I'm not ready to leave this behind. Besides, I think I'll miss you too much", he gave you the biggest smile at this and you could see a little rosy tint to his cheeks.
"I would miss you terribly", he said back. You were now sat closer together, drifting towards each other during your conversation. "Tell me if this is overstepping or if I'm too soon, but I would love to take you out on a date when we get back home. I think we started this a little backwards", you could sense the hesitantion in his voice.
"I would love to go on a date with you", you offered your hand for him to take, interlacing your fingers together, reveling in the way his totally encompassed yours.
"Thank you for giving us another chance", his voice conveyed honesty, glad you didn't decide to just kick him to the curb entirely.
"You really don't give yourself enough credit. I think I would do anything you asked me if you were nice enough", and it was true. After your argument you knew you would forgive him if he had a good enough excuse. Deep down, you were hoping that woudn't be the end for you two.
You rested your head on his shoulder, you sensed a little bit of hesitation from him, until you took one of his arms and put it over your shoulders, feeling his hand mess with the ends of your hair. You felt content and finally at ease.
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Thank you everyone who requested a part 2! Hope you enjoyed this :D
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honeytama · 9 months ago
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Thank God for Summer.
Noah Sebastian X Plus Size!Fem!Reader
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A/N: This is for everyone who wants some praise for their beautiful body.
Summary: Your friend and crush, Noah, invites you to his tour’s pool party while on their day off. You’ve got on a new bikini in his favorite color and he just can’t seem to keep his thoughts about your body away (or his hands off of you).
Content and Warnings: Fluff and smut 18+, Reader is plus size, friends to lovers?, partial Noah’s POV, pining, praise, exhibitionism?, fondling, fingering, he gets a little carried away
Word Count: 2.2k
The doorbell rings inside as you wait outside the Airbnb in your sunglasses, sandals, cover-up outfit, and your pool bag at your side.
Your friends’ band rented the place for their couple of days off in your hometown while on tour. Noah, your best friend and long-time crush, invited you to party with them on this hot summer day and you couldn’t help but feel constant butterflies.
“Noah, they’re here!” Folio yells from behind the door before swinging it open with a big smile.
“Y/N! It’s so good to see you, how are you?” He exclaims. His shirt is already off, of course, and he reaches out for you to come in.
You smile wide and step forward into his hug at the house’s threshold.
“Folio, I’m so good, how are you?” You gush. He responds to you, but his voice dissipates as you get distracted by the lavish home you’ve entered. With an open floor plan, you could see everything. The guys and other bands' members from their tour are outside at the backyard pool. You can see them through the floor-length windows that line the wall of the living room.
“Am I the only girl showing up today, Folio?” You ask him, coming out of your trance.
“Hm, some of the other band’s girlfriends wanted to be here, but it was short notice so I don’t know if they’ll make it. Noah wanted you to be here and he knew you’d be in town. We haven’t seen you in forever,” he explains. “I hope that’s ok?”
Oh, you felt a little lightheaded thinking about existing in front of all those attractive men. Especially Noah. You had thought there might be other women to use as a buffer to help you feel more confident in hanging around these guys.
“Yeah, totally fine,” you smile to Folio.
“Hey, Y/N,” your favorite familiar voice sings to you from the kitchen. Folio leaves you to step out to the backyard and you walk to the kitchen to find Noah.
He’s there, with his shirt off, shit, holding a giant knife while cutting a watermelon and other various fruits behind the island. His bangs have fallen over his eyes, but he uses his free hand to tuck them away behind his ears as you walk up to the island in front of him.
“How are you? Are you ready to swim?” He grins. “I would give you a hug, but my hands are occupied at the moment.” He continues to cut the watermelon and you watch as the muscles in his arms flex with every downward slice he makes. His hands are slick with juice.
God, how do I survive today?, you think.
“I’m excited,” you half lie. “I even got a new swimsuit for the start of the summer.”
“Oh, yeah,” he squints at your sheer, cream-colored top. “It’s red. I like that.”
Noah, you groan silently.
“I just have my old pair of black trunks. You’ve seen them before, yeah?”
Mhm.
“Yeah, but it’s been a while,” you say. Averting your eyes to outside, you watch as Jolly flips into the pool as the other guys watch.
“You should go out there, get comfortable and then I’ll meet you once I’ve finished cutting these,” he smiles.
“Sure, but you have to introduce me to the other bands,” you point at him teasingly.
“Of course,” he replies and nods his head towards the patio door.
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NOAH’S POV
I watch her leave out the glass door and out onto the patio.
A couple of the guys smile and wave at her and she raises her hand to wave back. Y/N sets her things down on the picnic table outside, and I watch as she rummages through her bag.
She sets a bottle of sunscreen on the table and looks to the left. And then to the right. Almost as if to check if someone is watching her.
I pick up my knife again to try to get at the two pineapples that have been taunting me since I was put on cutting duty.
But of course, I want to keep watching her. I’m so glad she came today.
Oh, she interrupts his thoughts. I put the knife down because I know I’ll cut myself if I’m this distracted.
Outside, Y/N takes off her sheer top that covered up her bikini. She didn’t mean for it to look so sensual, but it did. It’s like it happened in slow motion. Her back is fully exposed with just a bowtie at the back of her bikini holding it in place. She looks so soft.
Y/N uses her sunscreen generously. I watch her hands follow the curves of her sides and her shoulders.
I thought so badly to ask to have her put sunscreen on my back the way she did herself. But, Nicholas already took care of that earlier. Shit.
Y/N spins away from the pool to face the window, towards me. She watches her own hand placement in the reflection to make sure she’s gotten every spot of her neck, her chest, her stomach.
Fuck.
I watch her hands dip under the fabric of her bikini top. I imagine being able to put my hands underneath that fabric, too.
“Oh, fuck,” I say out loud this time. My cock strains in my swim trucks, so I reach my hand inside to slide it in the waistband to hide it.
She turns away again and her hands come to her hips where her shorts sit. She hooks the waistband with her thumbs and tugs them down. She shakes her hips back and forth for her shorts to come down the contour of her ass. They eventually pool at her ankles on the concrete below.
Her ass, her hips. She’s got these dips in her sides that I want to put my hands on and squeeze. Her ass and thighs look so plush; they have these lines that lead my eyes up and down her legs.
“Noah!” Her voice snaps me out of it. She waves me outside and points to the middle of her back. Y/N mouths the words, I need your help.
And with that, I leave the knife and pineapples to be done by somebody else.
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READER
It’s evening time and the sun is on its way to being fully set over the horizon.
You sat on the edge of the hot tub with your feet in the water. It was nice to relax after a long day of swimming and meeting new people.
The hot tub is on the furthest end of the large backyard, but you can see through the house’s large windows into the living room where a few of the guys were playing video games on the TV. The rest of the guys have already headed upstairs to wind down for the night.
You see Noah walk out the glass door and watch him walk over to you.
“Did you enjoy today, Y/N?” He smiles as he joins you on the edge of the hot tub; he’s still in his infamous black trunks.
“I did. Thank you for inviting me,” you smile back and notice how close he is to you now.
“Of course. Yeah,” he trails off.
“Is something wrong?” You ask.
“I just want to tell you something, but I don’t want to freak you out,” he admits.
“Tell me,” you push.
He clears his throat and meets your eyes directly. “I’ve always liked you. Like a lot. But, today, I feel like I’ve crossed the line,” he speaks slowly.
Your cheeks flush and your chest gets hot. He likes you?
“I watched you undress earlier,” he continues. “I have not stopped thinking about how sexy you've looked in your bikini all day.” He reaches a hand to rest on the inside of your thigh, so close to your core. “Please let me touch you?”
“Yes, you can touch me,” you softly permit him.
He eagerly takes your hand and leads you off the edge into the hot tub’s water. Bubbles went up to both of your hips as you sat there looking at each other.
Noah leans to place his hands on both of your cheeks and presses the most plush, passionate kiss to your lips. He continues to kiss you while moving a hand to one of your breasts and massaging it cautiously.
You moan into his mouth, which drives him to persist and grip the mass of your breast in his long fingers.
Noah pulls away from the kiss to ogle your chest. You bite your lip as he meticulously rubs his thumb over your clothed nipple to harden it. He does the same to your other breast before sliding both sides of your bikini top to the side to release your tits.
You gasp.
You watch him duck his head down to your left tit and attach his lips to your nipple and suck. His empty hand is brought to your right tit and his forefinger and thumb roll your nipples tortuously.
The walls of the hot tub reverberate your moaning, and you hope you're far enough from the house for them not to hear you.
His mouth pulls away from your breast. “God, your body,” he gushes. “You’re so sweet to let me do this.”
Your face feels so hot and everything feels so good. Between your legs, you can feel a wetness build that’s not just from the water.
“Will you let me feel the rest of you?” He pleads.
You nod and turn around toward the wall of the tub. He wraps his arms and hands around your waist. His hands travel up and down your stomach and caress down the front of your thighs.
“So fucking thick and amazing. Your body is so beautiful, Y/N,” Noah moans in your ear.
You feel a bit more confident now that his hands are all over you. You stand up and brace your hands on the edge of the hot tub and Noah follows suit.
His chest is pressed up against your back and his groin is pressed against your ass. He grinds his hard cock between your ass cheeks and keeps his hands attached to your hips to keep you still.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I like you so much,” between each word he kisses you from your shoulder to your neck.
“I need you so bad,” you moan shamelessly.
“Be good for me and spread your legs, then,” he commands.
You bend down low so that your elbows support you on the edge of the hot tub. You rest your knees with your thighs spread under the water on the bench.
Noah slides your bikini bottoms to the side and massages your slit with the pads of his fingers.
He groans as he presses one tattooed finger into you to his knuckle with ease. He hears you moan his name as he continues to press in and out a few times before adding a second finger. He uses his other hand to press and rub your clit in circles precisely.
He kisses the small of your back while continuing his ministrations. You hear him speak soft praises into your skin with each pump of his fingers into your pussy.
“I’m so proud of you for taking my fingers so well,” he says into your ear.
With that, you could feel a fire starting to burn inside. His fingers moved quicker as you became more slick. You urged him to press harder into your clit to push you over the edge.
“Fuck, make me cum,” you moaned.
“Cum for me, let it go,” he urged.
You clenched on his fingers and your legs shook beneath you as you let go of your orgasm on his fingers.
“Such a good girl,” he praises.
He moves his empty hand to wrap around your waist and help bring you down from the edge into the water. You rest your head against his chest trying to regain your breath and a steady heart rate.
Once you're ready, he spins you around to face him and places a soft kiss on your lips. “You’re so breathtaking,” he whispers.
“Noah,” you exhale out nervously.
“Hm?” He cocks his head.
“At first, when you told me you liked me,” you start to admit. “I felt kind of insecure because I didn't know whether to believe you or not. I thought ‘You just like me because I’m the only girl you’ve seen in weeks since starting tour’ or ‘I’m just a girl showing some skin’.”
“I understand. You’ve told me before that some guys will make you feel like you are their last choice. But, I swear to you. You’re meant to be mine,” he assures.
“I trust you,” you kiss his jawline softly.
“Good,” he smiles brightly, even in the dark. “Now, do you want to spend the night?”
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concretejunglefm · 11 days ago
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all i can think off is a one shot with best friend folio were he fingers her for the first time and she also squirts for the first time
My sweet boy Nicky, my favorite boy. Such a generous lover, the kind who raises to the challenge 😈
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CW: smut including mentions of fingering (f receiving), pussy slaps, squirting and spit.
Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.
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"Do you know what I've always wanted to do?" You say between huffing out smoke from your last drag of the blunt being shared between you and Folio.
"What's that?" He brings it back to his own lips for another hit.
"To squirt." You say it nonchalantly, as if it's a normal topic of conversation between you, though you know truthfully it's due to the buzz you're currently feeling.
From the sound of his choking, your answer catches him off guard.
"I bet I could make you squirt." He finally retorts after catching his breath.
You push yourself up on your elbows, looking down the bed towards him sat up against the wall. "Is this where you tell me that you've made loads of girls squirt before." Your tone is teasing.
"No, but you know that I like a challenge." He presses the nub of the blunt back between his lips, raising his free hand and making a gesture with his fingers.
For a brief moment your eyes fall onto them and your thighs press together as you imagine the thought of them working inside you.
No. He's your best friend, you can't.
Except you can and you do.
Somehow your brief conversation over the idea became a reality, with Folio positioning himself down between your thighs after helping slip both your shorts and panties off.
You're receptive to his touch, your hips raising the moment you feel his fingers tease along your slit, resulting in a moan falling from your open mouth.
When he pushes between, he's met with your wetness and you gasp, realizing just how sensitive you are in this state, not only to his touch, but in general.
While he circles your clit, you roll your hips in a steady motion, attempting to follow the rhythm he has set. His mouth brushes along your inner thigh, leaving kisses and reaching down, your fingers curl into the thick of his hair, keeping him pressed close against your skin, the heat of his breath causing a tremble to ripple through you.
It feels slow and torturous, the way he's playing with you, his fingers toying with your clit before he replaced them, unexpectedly, with his mouth. It makes you gasp and moan louder, peering from beneath your lashes to watch as your best friend happily and willingly bury his face between your thighs.
You hadn't anticipated any of this when agreeing to his challenge, you thought that he'd pull you onto his lap and get it over with, instead he's taking his time as he keeps your legs spread apart, sharing the task of working you higher between his fingers and mouth.
You watch in awe as he pulls his head back and surprises you by spitting directly on your pussy before meeting it with a sharp slap of his hand. Instantly your body jolts as you feel a wash of pleasure rip through you, your swollen and sensitive clit begging for more which slips from your lips.
"Nicky, please. More."
You tug on his hair as if to entice him and your hips arch when you feel another, pushing yourself right into the strike he makes against your aching cunt.
Soon you feel his fingers burying themselves inside you, pumping with determination as his mouth tends to your clit. You feel the way his fingers curl inside you, his knuckles dragging against your walls until he meets with the spot which makes you cry out.
He doesn't stop, even when you're trembling around him with the intensity of your orgasm, he continues, pushing you right over the edge and beyond. The heat in your stomach is unlike anything you've ever felt and with another body inducing tremble, you feel the rush of something wet between your thighs, whimpering as you ride out this newly intense feeling.
Once coming down from your high, you peer back down to Folio, who's already grinning up at you, nothing short of prideful, his chin and even areas of his shirt wet from what had just occurred.
"Holy shit that was hot."
You let out a laugh to his comment, something so typically Folio, followed by another unexpected one from him.
"Can I do it again?"
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