#sub!noah sebastian

[concretejunglefm]

I want to tie a pretty pink ribbon around sub!Noah’s cock.

- @somebodyels3

in the words of you; i want to tie one around his cock and around his wrists.

CW: smut including sub!noah being an overall good boy, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation with toys (wand), lots of praise, cum feeding and sweet dirty talk.

Names: Good boy, baby boy, pup.

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Look how pretty he is bound up just for you. How pretty his cock is with a pretty pink ribbon wrapped around it like a gift, all for you. And you'll tell him as much, whisper it against the shell of his ear as you drag your nails slowly down along his tattooed chest, listening to his faint rapid breaths.

He's been such a good boy.

For the past ten minutes Noah has been doing his best to hold on, for you. It's still early in your lessons, you don't expect him to las too long but he's already exceeded previous expectations.

Every now and then you watch the way his stomach quivers, and how he steadies his breathing to hold himself back, while his cock twitches, precum leaking from the tip. It's so red you think he could burst without you even touching him at this point.

"Please."

It's faint, but you hear the word slip between his lips, along side the faint whimpers he's making.

You hum in response. "What is it, pup? You have to speak up, remember to use your words."

You take him beneath his chin, your forefinger and thumb holding his head for him to look at you.

"I-... I want..." He starts, struggling to find his words.

"Yes?" You're giving him as much encouragement as you can, easily sensing the shyness. It's still a process, making him ask and tell you what he wants, most times he nudges or gives you those doe eyes and hopes that you know, but right now you know what he really wants is on the tip of his tongue and it isn't to cum.

"The wa-... the wa..." Noah continues to stutter out between his whimpers.

"The wand?" You finish, delighted by his enthusiasm to return to one of your favorite toys. You reach for it from off the bed, holding it up for him to see and his head nods frantically.

Another 'please' slips from his lips while you turn on the toy and it rumbles to life.

You can barely contain your own excitement as you bring the head of it towards him. The vibration is low, but he's sensitive enough to react the moment you press it lightly against his shaft. He squirms and twitches in place, his cock practically visibly throbbing with the overstimulation you've been providing.

You love to drag it out, switching between a toy and then your hand, long slow strokes providing him that edging he needs until you bring him right to the brink, just to pull him back.

"That's my good boy." You coo, your voice silky soft because he deserves to be treated in a gentle manner when he's nothing short of good for you, an obedient boy who happily plays by your rules. When he isn't being a brat.

The moment you see the precum spilling from his tip once more, you pull the wand away and replace your hand around the shaft, swiping your thumb up and over the tip to gather it before releasing him and reaching up to his mouth.

"Open." You instruct and watch how he follows obediently in his complete dizzying state. He's so easy for you to toy with like this, when he's right on edge and lost in his own pleasure.

Accepting your thumb, you feel the swipe of his tongue against the pad of it, eagerly tasting himself off you.

"You are such a good pup for me." You praise him softly, happily showering him with more as you lean up and kiss him. You can never resist stealing a kiss from him in these moments, because even when he's soft and obedient, you have the overwhelming urge to be soft with him in none dominant ways, just needing to touch and kiss him to feel closer.

When you break away, you look down between you to his cock, watching how he leaks a little more and your brows raise as it slowly spills down along the side of his shaft, just crossing over the threshold of the pink ribbon neatly tied around him.

"Oops." You look back up to him, stroking your fingers back through his hair, feeling the dampness from the sweat against your hand. "I guess this means we're starting over." You inform him and reach for your phone, resetting the timer from 12 minutes, back down to 0.

"Let's see how long you can last this time."

[poppy-in-the-woods]

But let me join the club. NSFW below the cut:

Sub!Noah getting on his knees even before you ask him. Closing his eyes and leaning into your touch every time you caress his face. Whimpering whenever you get away.

"Oh, is my puppy feeling needy?" you ask and he nods. The reason you call him puppy is because he looks at you with those big brown puppy eyes and you melt. "What do you need, puppy? Use your words."

"I need you, Mistress. Please," he pleads.

He looks so pretty when he begs on his knees. You run your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes, on the verge of purring.

"Are you thirsty, puppy?" you ask, and he nods. He opens his mouth even before you ask him to. You let some spit fall into his open mouth and he swallows it like a good boy. "Are you hungry, puppy?" you ask and he nods again. "Have you been a good boy?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Yeah? Have you done all your chores?"

"Yes, Mistress!" he says again.

"Okay then, you may eat now."

His hands slightly tremble when he lowers your shorts, then your underwear. He looks at you for confirmation before licking his lips and feasting on your pussy like a starving man when you nod. He's s-s-so talented! Your eyelids flutter shut as his tongue works on your clit.

"You're so good, puppy!" you moan, and your fingers tangle on the roots of his hair, tugging gently.

He moans in acknowledgement of the compliment, his mouth never leaving your cunt. He knows better than to leave you halfway.

Soon your knees feel weak from the pleasure, but his hands grip your thighs, offering support.

"Such a good boy!" you sigh. "Keep going, I'm close," you warn him.

He moans louder and one of his hands leaves your legs, his fingers penetrating you while his tongue concentrates on your clitoris. He curls his fingers the way he knows you like and massages that sweet spot inside of you. You moan louder, tugging at his hair again.

"Ohmygod, puppy! I'm coming!"

He groans, still sucking and lapping through your orgasm. When you look at him, the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices, his eyes are blown with lust, his hair tousled and his hard cock straining against his boxers. What a sight for sore eyes!

"Do you need help with that, puppy?" you ask, looking at his bulge.

"Yes, Mistress, please! I need you to help me come," he whines.

"Go lie down on the bed, puppy, I'll be with you in a moment," you command him.

He gets up and does as you told him. You finish undressing and sit on the bed beside him. You lower his boxers, freeing his erection. The tip is already leaking some pre-cum, and he whimpers when you lick it.

"M-Mistress!"

"What, puppy? Use your words."

"Please, pleasepleaseplease, I need you to fuck me," he begs.

"Since you've been such a good boy, I suppose I can do that," you say.

You finish taking off his underwear (he lifts his hips for you), and coat his erection in lube with slow and deliberated movements. Some more pre-cum escapes the tip and he moans.

You straddle him, guiding his tip to your entrance and slowly sinking until he's all the way inside. He feels so good!

"If you’re a good boy and keep quiet until I say so, I'll let you come inside," you tell him.

"Yes, Mistress!"

But he’s having such a good time, he can't help but moan. He makes such pretty sounds you're almost about to let it go, but no, you can't do that. You grip at his jaw, strongly enough to grab his attention, all while keeping on riding him.

"What did I tell you, puppy?"

"S-sorry, Mistress!"

"Suck on my fingers, and maybe you'll calm down."

He nods as you slip your fingers in his mouth. Just some minutes after, you can tell he's close. After you get off him, it only takes a couple of strokes on your part to have him trembling and coming all over his torso.

"Puppy?"

No response.

"Noah?"

He blinks slowly, looking at you.

"I think you were on subspace, puppy," you tell him.

"I think I was, Mistress."

You kiss him.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and then we can cuddle for a while," you say, helping him up; his knees wobble a little as you lead him to the shower. "How does that sound?"

"Marvelous, Mistress."

[screamsinsilver]

here's jesse and orie's reactions to the candle exploding btw

[concreteangel92]

Letting Go

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: sub!noah, dom/sub relationship, bdsm, oral (f&m receiving) PiV, whipping (kinda) being restrained, praise kink, wearing a collar and lead (not pet play as such but take it as you will)

So after writing my little headcanon the other day (read here) I had to write this immediately, sub Noah just hits fucking different, scratches that itch ahaha hope you all enjoy!!

Tags: @reyadawn @bruisedleftknee @like-a-omen @ladyveronikawrites

MASTERLIST

It wasn’t often you switched roles. Noah was always the dominant one, the one in control, the one who held all the power.

But sometimes he gave that all up to you.

Recently Noah wasn’t himself, he was withdrawn, exhausted and stressed, he was clearly over worked and burntout. Thankfully he’d made the decision to cancel his summer tour and focus on his health and mental wellbeing. Something you were immensely proud of him for.

You were there for him when he needed it. You held him while he cried, stroking his hair and holding him tight to your chest. You done everything you could to take his pain away as best as you could.

Seeing Noah this way, it was no surprise when one night he snapped at you extremely harshly over nothing, he was just letting out his emotions, something he caught straight away. Noah looked so defeated, you gave him a gentle kiss to ease his fears and you saw his soft eyes looking back at you, he wanted to let go completely, he pressed his forehead against yours and said how he wanted to please you, make it up to you, how he wanted you to take over and that’s exactly what you did.

Now you had him naked and tied up with his arms wide across the bed, you wearing one of his favourite black lace lingerie sets, his head was thrown back, letting out low guttural growls as you whipped his chest with your leather flogger.

You’d been using it to run feather light touches across his body with the tassels before bringing it down harshly leaving red marks that no doubt stung, you’d be worried that Noah wasn’t enjoying it, but seeing him hard and heavy against his stomach told you otherwise.

“Did I deserve those harsh words earlier?”

Noah shook his head, that wasn’t good enough so you whipped his chest hard again.

“I believe I asked you a question!”

“No mistress, you didn’t deserve it, I’m sorry”

You rang your fingers gently across his thigh making his cock twitch.

“And now you want me to look after you?”

Noah opened his eyes to meet yours, a true vulnerability in them.

“Please”

Putting your toy down, you crawled between his legs, nails running down his sides as you heard his sighs. He was so hard it looked almost painful, you saw the beautiful vain running up his shaft while his tip was bright red with pre cum already coming out and you’d barely touched him.

You grasped him in your hand and gave a slow, firm stroke which cause his hips to buck upwards. Leaning forward you licked him up and down before you swirled your tongue around the tip.

Noah cried out while pulling on his restraints, you moved one hand into his hip to keep him as still as possible while your other hand continued to gently stroke him at his base and you took him into your mouth hollowing out your cheeks and then moving up and down, still holding his hips down which he was struggling to keep still.

“Fuck…your mouth feels incredible”

You hummed around him and picked up your pace while your other hand reached to gently massage his balls. Noah was a groaning, whimpering mess which had you clenching on nothing, he sounded so beautiful when he was like this.

You pulled your mouth off of him and crawled up his body until you were hovering over him.

“You ready for me my sweet boy?”

Noah vigorously nodded his head.

“Please, please I need to feel you”

You stroked his face gently, letting your thumb dip into his mouth slightly which he sucked onto. You sat up more while grabbing onto his hard length, you waited for Noah to make eye contact with you before you simply moved your underwear to the side and slid yourself down onto him causing you both to moan out.

“You fill me up so perfectly baby”

Praise was Noah’s true weakness, you felt him twitching inside you immediately.

You placed your hands on his chest and started to move your hips, your pace slow at first but soon picking up.

“Fuck yes….I don’t think….I’ll last…. last long tonight”

Noah was so worked up already, his cheeks were flushed red, sweat had formed on his brow, his hair was a tussled mess, you could see tears in the corner of his eyes as he screwed them shut and the groans he was making you could feel in his chest. His hips started to rut up into you and you knew he was close.

“Mistress…I’m going to….

You cut his sentence off bluntly.

“Beg for it”

You slowed your movements ever so slightly, causing him to whine.

“Fuck mistress please, please, please let me cum”

“You going to fill me up like a good boy? Go on then baby, cum for me”

That was definitely what tipped him over the edge as you slammed your hips down onto his faster, he let out a choked cry as tears slipped down his face and his head rolled back as you felt hot ropes of cum paint your walls causing you to moan with him.

You rode him gently while his high came down and when you felt his body relax, you stilled your movements letting Noah catch his breath.

“Oh my god, that was amazing thank you”

You gave him a smile and reached over to the bedside draw and pulled out a collar and lead and waved them in front do him.

“We aren’t done yet pup, I’m going to put these on you and then release your hands”

Noah nodded his head, knowing what was to be expected of him.

You gently put the collar around his neck and hooked the lead to the end of it before reaching over and undoing both of his restraints. Noah let the feeling come back into his arms properly and then you tugged on the lead to bring him up to you.

“You’ve made me very dirty baby, so you’re going to clean me up. Every. Last. Drop”

Noah groaned and you felt his cock once again twitch inside of you. You slowly slipped yourself off of him and rolled onto your back, you pulled on the lead to bring Noah in between your thighs and hooked it under your right thigh so you’d be able to pull him in.

You spread your legs and watched Noah’s eyes dilate. No matter what roles you two played, Noah could spend hours going down on you.

“I’m waiting”

Noah wasted no time and dove straight into your dripping cunt, his mouth attached to your clit first which caused you to arch off the bed and cry out when he started his almost starved attack.

“That’s it baby….clean me up”

Noah dipped his head down and stuck his tongue straight in, gathering both your juices into mouth with no hesitation.

You pulled on the lead to bring his face even closer and wrapped your other hand into his hair keeping him in place, not that he minded from the loud groan you heard and felt on your core.

“Oh my Noah…don’t stop”

Noah continued to eat you out and taking what was left of his own release, once he was satisfied, he moved back up to work on your sensitive bud while he slipped two of his inked fingers inside, setting up a relentless pace.

You felt your release coming, your stomach was getting tighter, your legs were shaking around his head and you couldn’t stop the moans and cries coming out of you. Pulling on the lead even harder, you felt that coil inside about to snap as you grinded into his face.

“Fuck….Noah right there, I’m going to…”

Your words got stuck in your throat as you screamed out while your legs clamped around his head still shaking and you arched off the bed. Noah kept a good grip onto your legs to keep you grounded and carried you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You eased up on the lead so Noah could pull back and what a sight he was, the lower half of his face was completely drenched, his eyes blown and his hair messy from your own hand. He looked beautiful.

You tugged on the lead gently and pulled him into a kiss.

“Thank you baby, you were so good for me, always my best boy”

“I will always be your good boy mistress”

Noah kissed you again sweetly and you removed the collar from his neck and discarded them next to the bed. Noah then cuddled up next to you and you wrapped your arms around him, he rested his head into your chest and you started to rub soothing circles into his hair until he fell asleep.

You knew when he woke up, the roles would once again be reversed, but in this moment, he was your most special good boy who needed to be looked after.

[disappearintothegrey]

Hey i was wondering if you could do dom reader / sub noah totally ok if you cant just asking!

hey! of course! i hope you liked the approach i took. i loved writing this!

USE MY BODY AS SIN

warnings: language, unprotected p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), dirty talk, fingering, not proofread 100%

@chey-h @tosoundlessdarkistare @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @xmads-omensx @lyinginbetween

This was new for both you and Noah. You were used to someone else taking the lead, and well, he didn’t really have any experience. So when you found him one late night in your bed, on his knees with tension on his pretty face, you didn’t know what to think. Something was troubling him, and all he wanted was you.

“Noah?” You asked, approaching him cautiously as he jumped, his wild eyes meeting yours, “Are you okay, love?”

He shakes his head, reaching out for you as you link your fingers, his under eyes dark with lack of sleep and his shoulders slumped with weight. You sit in front of him on the bed, resting a free hand on his thigh, tracing the denim cloth with your thumb. His eyes are troubled, but beneath the pain, you can see desire.

“I need you,” He whispers, the room so still you barely had to strain to hear him, “I need you to use me,”

You blink, sitting back to look at him fully, and you finally see the tent in his jeans. His breathing is picking up, and his eyes are turning glassy. Without a thought of even knowing what to do, you nod, cupping his cheeks with your hands and bringing his lips to yours. You can feel him relax the moment they touch, but his arms stay by his side, kissing you back. Wordlessly, you grab his wrists, pulling yourself against him as you let him wrap his arms around you, squeezing your chest to his. You kiss down his face to his neck, tongue tracing softly over his tattoos as he gets goosebumps, his breath quickening.

“What do you need from me, baby?” You asked, meeting his eyes as they fought to close.

He whined, one of his hands gripping your shirt tightly, and you gave him permission to lift your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. You weren’t wearing a bra, so your breasts were on display right in front of his face, nipples immediately hardening as the cold air hit them. He growls low in his throat, his eyes leaving your chest back to your eyes with a silent plea. Instead of replying, you cradle the back of his head, letting his mouth attach itself to your nipple as you gasped. Fingers tangle into hair as he suckles you, mouthing around the skin and biting at the pert muscle. You can’t hold back your moans, your core dripping into your panties, his mouth working you up in a way you loved.

You pull away from him, maneuvering around him to lie back on the bed, spreading your legs wide as he turns around to eye you hungrily. You use your finger to ask him to approach, his body snaking its way up to cover yours. He towers over you, but his eyes are still searching for approval, your hand touching cheek as he leans into your palm. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down, connecting your lips. He falls into your grasp, kissing you back fully now and touching down your side.

“Need you,” Noah whispers against your lips, “Tell me what to do,” He begs, and your heart pangs in your chest at the tone in his voice. He’s desperate, his voice meek.

You push down one of the hands on your hip, hooking one of his fingers with the hem of your underwear as an indication you wanted them off. With a nod of approval, he pulls them off your hips, immediately settling between your legs and staring down into your wet core. It was glistening, your hole puckering with want as he just stared, his eyes flickering to yours. One of his hands tentatively touches your inner thigh, causing you to twitch from the tickle.

“Touch me,” You spoke, nodding towards him with your chin, “Get me all open and ready for you, baby,”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, hooking his arms under your hips and locking you in place as his tongue licks up your slit, and you moan at the feeling. He uses his tongue to lick up your clit, swirling it around the swollen nub as your thighs shake around his head. He finds a rhythm, alternating between kitten licks at your clit and dipping into your core. You’re practically crying out in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth as he keeps going, your moans egging him on with confidence. You feel a finger at your entrance, the tip circling the opening before dipping inside, and your back arches at the intrusion.

“So fucking good, baby, fuck,” You moan, fingers tangling into his hair, involuntarily pressing your hips into his face when he sucks your clit into his mouth, “Fuck!”

His finger moves slowly, caressing your insides so softly your walls flutter in want for more. He slips in another one as he keeps suckling at your clit, tears forming in your eyes as your stomach tightens. He’s so good at this, so fucking good at eating you out like a starved man, and you love every second every time he’s in between your thighs. His pace with his fingers quicken, pushing into you harder and faster in time with his work on your clit. Your stomach pools with warmth, the invisible string inside threatening to snap.

“Noah, gonna,” You whimper, and he already knew you were there by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, your clit throbbing under his tongue.

He doesn’t relent, pushing his fingers upward towards your g-spot, the white hot heat inside you spilling. You can’t help the scream that falls out of your mouth as you cum, your orgasm spilling out all over his mouth and his fingers. You’re gasping for air as he rides your high, kitten licks at your clit and dipping into your opening with his tongue to drink you in. You push him away softly, grabbing at his shoulder to pull him back up to you. You immediately kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as he invades your senses, his fingers tangled into your hair.

“Lie down on your back, my love,” You instruct him, and he easily obliges, trading places with you on the bed.

You get to your knees, settling in front of him as you hook your fingers under his jeans, pulling them down and freeing his cock from the confines. He hisses once you pull him from his boxers, his cock standing at attention in your palm. You find a comfortable position, kissing his tattooed thigh as your hand moves up and down, softly stroking the skin as you tighten around the head. He groans quietly, his eyes squeezing shut when your tongue licks at his head, pre-cum settling in the slit. You swallow him down in one swoop, and he cries out, his hips twitching as he fights back thrusting into you.

You moan around him, the vibrations sending sensations straight up his spine, your mouth finding a pace as your tongue traces along the shaft. It finds the protruding vein on the underneath of his cock, tracing it as he shakes under you. You suck the head hard, your tongue swirling around the head and he moans, which is always music to your ears. You give him one last suck before popping off, inching forward on him under your hips are flush with his.

“Are you ready for me?” You ask, and he eagerly nods, “Keep your hands by your side, be a good boy for me,” And he WHINED at that.

You lift up on your knees, reaching under you to grab his cock as you line yourself up on him, slowly sinking down. You gasp at the feeling, his cock always feeling like it’s splitting you open, the burning sensation painfully sweet. He’s gritting his teeth, hands resting by his sides as he watches himself disappear into you. You bottom out, breathing shakily as you let yourself adjust, sitting still and holding yourself up on his chest. With a moan, you lifted back up and slammed back down onto him, crying out in pleasure.

“Always so fucking big,” You moan, rutting into him as you circle your hips into his, “Such a tight fit,”

He groans at your walls clenched around him, constricting him in such a way he feels like he could drown. You start bouncing up and down, hitting his hips with your open thigh as you moan, cupping your breasts and tugging on them as a show. You know you’re making him go insane by the way his hands shake on the bed, his hips twitching as he tries not to thrust up into you. He wants to touch you so bad, but you have to guide him. He wants you to do it, wants you to use him as sin.

“Fuck me,” You demand, losing momentum in your thrusts, “Fuck me, Noah,” You moan, and he’s quick to grip your hips, his fingers digging into the plush skin.

He starts pistoning his hips into you, his cock smacking into your cervix with every thrust as you sob in pleasure on top of him. His stomach convulses with the effort of his thrusts, groans spilling out of his lips as he fucks you hard, driving his cock into you like a weapon. You can feel the knot in your stomach peaking again, the white hot feeling manifesting throughout your entire body. You collapse on top of him, his arms wrapping around your back as he repositions, using his entire lower body to fuck into you.

“Feel so fucking good, baby, make me feel so good,” You moan into his ear, and he groans in agreement, “So close, baby,”

“Come with me,” He groans out, picking up his pace and you swear you can see the light.

Your orgasm washes over you before you know it, sobs of pleasure ringing in Noah’s ears as you cum, spilling all over him. Your body convulses over the intensity, your clit throbbing against his pelvis before you feel one final thrust, warmth filling your body as he finishes. Noah’s breathing heavily, his head collapsed against the pillow as you shiver on top of him, trying to catch your breath.

“You okay?” You ask, sitting up after his cock falls out of you limply.

He nods softly, his face so relaxed it looks like he could fall asleep any second. You climb off him and fall beside him, immediately pulling him into your arms. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, locking his legs with yours as you hold him. You stay quiet, playing with the hair on the back of his neck before you notice his breathing evening out, and you know he’s asleep. You don't know what was going on with your boy, but for right now, he’s okay, and that’s what matters. So, you just decide to lie with him, falling asleep with him resting against your chest where he belongs.

Because you would do anything for your boy.

taglist here ♥ ao3 ♥

[foreverlittlesoshi]

just wanna break you down

sub! noah x dom! reader

content warnings: smut and oral (m. receiving)

word count - 936

MINORS DNI 18+

fingers pressing into his jaw as you bring his face closer to yours, his eyes are already so dazed with pleasure and his mind is blank though he wants to say something.

“is there something that you want?” he just whines at your question.

“awww, my poor baby.” the false sympathy in your voice causes his cock to throb and you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. “don’t go dumb on me just yet, noah.”

he doesn’t have time to grasp another thought as you pucker your lips then spit into his mouth and release his jaw, but you give his cheek a pat before moving away. he quickly snaps his mouth shut as he swallows your spit, the sweetness of it makes his fall back and you tug on his hair to keep him grounded.

“please, do something. anything.” you don’t respond to his begging with words, you simply just curl your hand around his throat and press lightly. the sight of his eyes rolling back made you smirk, he couldn’t control himself as he grinds his hips into yours and you tighten your grips which causes him to let out a whimper and covers his face. 

“oh no, baby. don’t cover that beautiful face of yours.” you tell him as you let go of his neck, causing him to almost choke on air and you rubbed your thumb on his cheek to help him calm down a bit. he lets out another whine as he feels you move your body lower. peppering kisses along his ink covered torso until you reach his waistband, he wrapped up in that feeling that he didn’t expect you to rip his joggers and boxers down so quickly. his cock slapping against his abdomen heavily, drops of precum already covering the tip and leaving white translucent dots on him. 

“i know i always say this but you’re so big noah.” you tell him as you stare at it. 

noah appreciated the compliment, he always did but that’s the last thing he wanted right now. he needed you to touch him before he came on himself. he knew you had control over him but he didn’t know it was this much control to the point where he was on the verge of tears as you begin to lightly drag your nails up his thighs.

“such a good boy for me.” noah couldn’t stop the moan from leaving his mouth at the pet name and that caused you to chuckle. he felt like he was finally on cloud 9 as you wrapped your hand around his cock. the feeling of your soft hand pumping him made him moan loudly. his brain finally short circuiting as you put the tip inside your mouth, your tongue teasing his slit and swirling around the tip.

he let out a hiss as he felt you go deeper, hollowing your cheeks and jerking off the rest that couldn’t fit in your mouth. drool pooling out the sides of your mouth, choking slightly as you take him deeper and he groans as he feels your throat tighten. you pulled off him just to let out a few coughs.

“no, please keep going.” he begs you and you giggled at him, he looked so pathetic and cute.

“don’t worry, pretty boy. i am but keep begging because you sound so pretty.” you kissed the tip as he whimpered and rubbed the precum around him.

“fuck, please.” you swore you saw a tear escape his eye. “please, i need you so badly. i need to cum, please. fuck please.”

“well, since you asked so nicely.” you coo at him then take him back into your mouth, as far as you could and swallow around him. the sounds he let out were so heavenly and he looked so beautiful, head tilted back with his brows furrowed as his face was flushed pink with his mouth slightly open letting out the cutest sounds you didn’t think was possible from noah. you pulled away for just a moment to give his cock one long lick which caused him to cry out for you.

“fuck, baby. please keep going, i’m so fucking close.” he whines as his body shivers, his hands grip the sheets but you untangle them from the tight grasp.

“i know, you’ve been such a good boy for me and you’ll get to cum soon.” you inform him as you lace your fingers through his. “hold my hand, baby.”

he didn’t let go as you began to sucking at the tip again, feeling his cock twitch and you smiled slightly. tonguing at his slit, he couldn’t help but cum and let out a loud grunt. he tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness but you didn’t mind as you swallowed. 

you sat on your knees hovering over him though you noticed a few drops of cum on his stomach and you couldn’t help but drag your finger to gather it and he opened his eyes at the feeling of you touching him again. he thought he was about to cum again as he saw you suck his cum off your finger and hummed at the taste. sticking your tongue out to show him none of it was wasted which he smiled softly at.

“you did so well for me, my love.” you tell him as you cupped his face and kissed him, gently since he’s so spent.

“i love you so fuckin much, we gotta do this again.” he says softly which surprised you.

“oh, so you like it when i’m dominating you?” 

“absolutely.”

i decided to try to write a sub fic since that's something i never thought i would but yall got me with sub! noah

title comes from makedamnsure by taking back sunday

[sykesandskittles]

And they were roommates! (oh my God, they were roommates)

snippet: Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

pairing: Noah Sebastian x female reader

genre: smut, pwp

au: roommates, f2l

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 3.7k

warnings: there’s a deep conversation about feelings, love confessions)

sexual warnings: masturbation (female receiving), mutual pining, begging, rule making, dirty talk, non penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), body worship, light foot worship, the entire thing is based off getting reader off, Noah doesn’t get off :(, Noah is bossy, praise kink, Noah calls reader babygirl, overstimulation, .001% of aftercare, moaning, hair pulling, marking, punishment kink?, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm...guilt?, daddy/baby kink (i’m so sorry)

The frustration builds quicker than you wanted, the groans coming from your mouth grow louder each time you feel your body give up on itself. You’re too god damn horny, but your body is too tired to properly masturbate.

This is probably the fifth time now that you've attempted to get yourself off only to abandon ship seconds after. Your muscles ache and sleep calls to you. Despite this, every time you try to just sleep it off, the aching throb from your clit keeps you awake.

It takes everything in you to keep yourself from throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

The clock now reads just after three in the morning, you let out one last angered breath. It comes out louder than you intended, the grunt raising in pitch before you can even stop yourself.

Moments later, your sleep-drunk roommate opens your door, rubbing his eyes with one fist as he holds himself up with the other hand gripping the doorway.

“Are you okay or whatever?” Noah sighs, slight annoyance laced in his tone.

Your eyes are wide with embarrassment as Noah ’s sleepy eyes jolt awake with alertness as he finally sees you.

You’re laying on top of your comforter completely naked with one hand still draped across your Cunt.

Noah shifts his body against the door frame, the moonlight now flickering down his face. The shadows of your air-guided drapes chase that light, new depths illuminating across his nose and cheekbones. You’re not sure why your brain is trying so hard to think of metaphors and similes, anything to compare Noah to. It would be too easy to blame it on the lack of sleep. Then again, you’ve never truly looked at him this way before and it’s killing you that you can’t read the expression on his face.

In this moment, you realize you have neither fight nor flight instincts as you lay frozen in your bed, nothing willing you to cover yourself up.

Noah ’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, moving slowly against his bottom lip as his eyes flick frantically from your body to the wall across the room. Raising a hand to cover his mouth, he clears his throat and brushes his thumb against his bottom lip to wipe away the remnants from his tongue.

Clearing his throat once more, his shoulder relaxes against the doorframe, his eyes continue to debate where to look. “Wha-whatcha doing there?” He immediately turns away from you after speaking, facing the wall as he aggressively rubs at the nape of his neck.

“Oh...you know...just trying to sleep.”

There’s a brief silence- minus the light flapping of your curtains. That and the mental beating you’re giving yourself for trying to joke about the situation at hand. There is no hiding it. You’ve been caught red-handed.

“Y/n,” Noah warns.

Shutting your eyes tightly, your brain moves at hyper-speed trying to figure out what to do or say next. A million scenarios flood in and all you want is to pick the option that lets you keep your roommate and not have to live with exploding embarrassment for the rest of your life.

You’re about to open your mouth and just say the first thing that comes to mind, perhaps brutal honesty will help you out in the end when Noah beats you to the punch.

“Do you...do you need help?”

It takes you a moment to register what he’s said. You’re finally able to move your hand away from your cunt and you slowly sit up and lay your back against your headboard, grabbing one of your pillows and hugging it tightly to your chest.

“I guess talking about it might help. Have you ever just been so horny and tired at the same time but you’re unable to do either of those things? I’ve been struggling for hours now trying to sleep but I can’t sleep because...you know, and then when I try to do that I’m just too tired to actually do it right and-”

“No, I mean-” Noah cuts himself off with a sigh, quickly followed by a slow intake of air, puffing his cheeks out as he releases it and walks towards your bed. Determination and bravery are written all over his face, despite the fact that he’s still trying to respectively not look at you.

“I can help you.”

A few more moments pass before you finally understand what he’s trying to say.

“Oh...OH!” You can’t help but gasp as it finally clicks in your head exactly what he’s offering to you.

“Wouldn’t that,” you gulp, your face feeling painfully warm, “wouldn’t that make things weird? Between us?”

Noah ’s jaw is tight, his muscles jutting forward as he looks towards your bedroom door. “It doesn’t have to be weird...if you don’t want them to be. I mean, I can honestly say I haven’t ever...you know, not thought of you in this way before.” He lets out another long puff of air, hand grasping at the back of his neck as he tries to massage the tension away.

You feel embarrassed and flattered all at once. Your roommate of three years, best friend of over ten years, has admitted to thinking of you in a sexual way.

Noah lets you think for a moment. But it only allows you more time to realize that you can’t feign innocence here either. There was that major crush you had on him in high school or the time you walked in on him in the shower. There’s definitely been a handful of times where he’s crept into your thoughts while you were with someone else or even times when you were alone.

There are a million things that could go wrong if you accept his offer.

Or, a million things that could go right.

“Okay,” you say bravely, “please help me.”

Turning his head slowly, Noah finally looks at you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body slowly. He inhales, his jaw clenching once more as his gaze falls upon your uncovered chest.

Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

Gulping slowly, you nod your head, trying not to think about the lack of friction going on below.

"Rule number one," Noah starts with a smile, "you will not touch me."

"What?-"

"Nuh, uh." He interrupts you, finally taking a seat at the end of your bed. Without looking, he picks up your bare feet and places them in his lap, his hands roaming over your calves and down to your toes. The touch of his skin on yours alone is sending the signals in your body into overdrive. That mixed with the tiredness you're feeling, it's making it nearly impossible to think straight.

"I've been thinking about a night like this for a while. Respectfully, of course," he adds quickly. "I never wanted to do anything to ruin what we have. But damn, I really can't deny it. I've thought about making you cum over and over and over again so many times it was like a movie in my mind." Noah continues to stroke your feet and legs sensually as he speaks. It takes everything in your power not to pounce on him.

Instead, you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, letting the deep grumble of Noah 's voice soothe your body along with all the places he's trailing his fingers on.

“Anyways,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow, “back to our rules.”

His domineering tone sends chills throughout your body and you try your best to ignore the white noise ringing in your ears.

“Rule number two: you will not call me by my name.”

The urge to question him again is strong, but his stare makes you shut your mouth tightly.

He knows the question is hanging off the tip of your tongue, you know that he knows. Instead of throwing you a bone, he sits there smirking at you, sitting on his high horse while also looking like he knows the punchline to the joke you’ve been waiting to get.

Finally, he beckons you closer, his pointer finger slowly enticing you in. As soon as you’re close enough to see the dark flecks in his eyes, he leans in himself until his lips are hovering just over your ear.

“Baby gets to call me Daddy, and Daddy only.”

Admittedly, your first instinct is to laugh, the sheer shock of his words not fully settling in. But then, after a moment, you can tell just how much his words affected your body; your legs feel shakier, the core of your Cunt pulsates quicker, and you start to feel the dripping of your arousal moving down your thighs.

It only makes sense that your childhood friend, the love of your life, would also turn out to be the kinkiest person you’ve ever met.

It only makes sense.

“Okay...Daddy.”

The smugness on Noah ’s face only increases.

“Good girl.”

“Are there any other rules...Daddy?” The word still feels odd coming out of your mouth. But it’s all worth it when you notice the growing tent in Noah ’s sweatpants

Noah gets off the bed and walks closer to you, his hands behind his back. He appears so nonchalant and unbothered, almost like he’s ignoring the fact that he’s sporting the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life.

It makes you nervous in the best of ways.

Removing one hand from behind his back, he places it on one of your knees, caressing your flesh gently before opening your legs, spreading them wide to expose your dripping cunt. He nods his head with approval, biting his bottom lip hard as his eyes sweep over your entire naked body.

It feels like the room’s temperature went up another ten degrees.

Noah dips his hand lower, hovering over your cunt. Each time it looks like he’s about to touch you, your vagina pulses with anticipation, only for Noah to deceivingly pull away at the last second.

“Please, Daddy! Please touch me! I just want to cum, I’ll do anything!”

With a slight chuckle, Noah humors you and dips one of his fingers down, lightly petting the tops of your folds.

The small touch makes you shiver, the small amount of juices he accumulates on his fingers captures the now cold air in the room.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” And with that said, Noah 's fingers glide over your folds, soaking in your slick juices. Your head falls back against your pillow and you wish you could sink in deeper; into the bed, the pillow, into him. He's murmuring something in your ears, but your mind is too focused on what's happening to your body, there's not enough mental capacity in there to comprehend words at the moment. The urge to reach out to him and feel his skin against the palm of your hand spurs deep in your chest, but not strong enough to act upon. Instead, you let your eyes flutter shut, sighing blissfully as he continues to massage and soothe your bud.

Noah continues a slow, sensual pace, one that you could arguably fall asleep to. It feels like every stress cell in your body slowly floats away with every stroke of his fingers.

"Just like that? Hmm?" You hear him say.

"Huh?" You manage out, your voice sounding weak and far away.

"I just didn't think you would react to me that quickly."

You open your eyes and look at him. Noah is propped up on one elbow, his hand cradling his jawline. His other hand continues to make brushstroke movements in between your folds. He looks at your vagina with wonder, and like he has something more to say.

But you're too tired and enjoying him too much to ask.

Moments later, Noah is picking up speed, beckoning your uncoming.

You don't feel ready to give up the warmth you feel with his touch, not ready to reach the top and climb back down.

Grasping onto Noah 's shoulder, your fingernails dig into him as you bite down on your bottom lip, fighting desperately at the orgasm crashing down on you.

"There you go, baby. That's it. Come undone on my fingers." Noah 's sweet demeanor is long gone as he watches you with sinful eyes.

A small moan leaves your lips as you let go; your legs shake vigorously underneath Noah 's grasp and you feel the painful twist of a muscle spasm deep in your hamstrings.

Short gasps are all you can manage in response, your mind feeling more awake than before.

And in that brief pause between ministrations, your mind increases its speed tenfold.

This is your best friend you're laying in front of. The same guy you used to collect bugs with when you were younger, the same guy you were embarrassed in front of when he found out you started wearing a training bra.

And you just came in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Noah !" you cry out, sitting up quickly and burying your face in your hands as you fight back hot tears from falling down your cheeks. "We can forget this ever happened!"

Noah is quiet behind you as you imagine yourself shrinking into a spec of nothing.

Then, tenderly, his hand is on top of yours, coaxing it away from your face. And you let him do it.

Noah holds your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before whispering, "Did I do something wrong?"

Immediately you want to scream no, but your words catch in your throat. His bottom lip is jutting out slightly and he's avoiding your eyes. And then you remember that you know him, you know him more than anyone, hell, sometimes you know him more than you know yourself. And right now, this Noah in front of you is just as embarrassed and emotional as you are.

"No," you say bravely, "I don't regret it at all. I'm sorry, I just-" you sigh and lean back, struggling to find the right words to say while fighting against your own embarrassment, "-I just never thought we would get to this point. And to hear you say all those things you were saying? I just don't understand. Why didn't you ever tell me? Why me to begin with?" That's when you realize where all of this insecurity is coming from. Noah has been with gorgeous people in the past, gorgeous, successful people. And the thought of him liking you? It must feel like a step down for him.

"It's always been you, Y/n. Ever since we first met. How could I ever for a second not want to be with you? You're my best friend, the person I go to for comfort. And because of that, I was always afraid to tell you about my feelings. Because just being in your life as your friend and your roommate, that was more than enough for me. And this doesn't have to go anywhere if you don't want it to be. I want it to go somewhere. Hell, Y/n I want to be with you. But if you don't want to be with me like that? I'll be okay."

His words swirl around your body, not quite processing into complacent thoughts. There are about a million different emotions coursing through your veins, and each one is battling to come to surface.

It feels selfish, the position he’s put you in. Because now, it’s all on you. Your choice will determine how your relationship with Noah changes forever. And, let’s be real, no matter what happens after this moment, things will never be the same. The weight of that realization is pushing you down into the mattress you sit on.

On the other hand, there’s excitement, joy, happiness, relief all bundled into one giant heart floating around you. Your best friend, the person you’ve been in love with for over a century now, feels the same way you do.

Noah waits in front of you patiently while you figure out exactly what to say.

You’re too tired for words, too tired for thoughts, too tired for almost everything it seems.

Well, everything, except…

You lean forward slowly, placing your weight on your hands as you close the space between you and Noah and place a tender kiss on his lips.

Noah sighs and closes his eyes, completely melting into your touch.

How could you not do the same?

All of the tiredness, all of the frustrations from before Noah entered your bedroom, it was all worth it to get to this moment. And you’d go through it every night for the rest of your life if it meant you got to kiss him just like this.

The kiss deepens quickly, your mouths moving with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Without thinking, you let your body take full control, not second-guessing any natural movement. So you let your hand find its way to the nape of Noah ’s hair, delicately pulling at the ends until his neck is forced back and a moan ripples through his throat. It was so unexpected and out of character, but you liked having this control.

It doesn’t last long. Noah quickly comes to his senses and knocks you onto your back, pushing you with one hand on your chest. He chuckles low and menacingly, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“What did we say about touching?” His voice is so low you swear you can feel it rumbling in your chest.

Noah doesn’t allow you enough time to answer. Before you can even open your mouth, his tongue is attached to your lips.

But not the lips on your face.

Your eyes immediately roll back as his tongue writes beautiful nothingness against your cunt and you desperately want to reach out and grip his hair again. By some sheer force of will, you’re able to restrain yourself and settle for gripping the sheets instead.

The tongue movements start slow, but it seems you’re not the only impatient one here. Noah picks up speed as he laps up your juices, his hand snaking up to insert a few digits inside you. His other hand is gripping one of your hips, his entire forearm pressing against your pelvic bone, holding you into place. His grip on you only seems to make your body want to shake more.

“You that close already, baby?” Noah lifts his head up for a moment, your juices glistening on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. It seems like a sight you would only have in your dreams. It’s hard to believe this is happening in real life.

“Answer me,” he commands, but there’s a tinge of softness behind his words.

“I can’t help it.” You pant out, “Been building up all these years now. I could have came just by you touching my shoulder.”

Noah chuckles at this, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You can cum whenever you want, baby. Daddy’s not going to stop you,” he says casually.

Almost...too casually.

But you don’t think twice, you’re too tired to think twice. Quiet moans slip past your lips and Noah takes that as his cue. His fingers move faster, scissoring inside your body as his thumb swipes against your clit.

It’s almost too easy to come undone.

White hot heat spreads throughout your body as everything around you starts to shake. Noah is watching you with careful eyes as you orgasm the fastest you’ve ever orgasmed in your life.

Your breathing only gets heavier as you come back from your high. But then, a blissful pain makes your thigh muscles jolt, a new wave of uncontainable cries escape you.

“Daddy said he wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to cum,” Noah devilishly proclaims, his fingers moving faster than ever, “but that didn’t mean Daddy was going to stop.”

Your eyes shut tight as you pull at the sheets gripped tightly in your hands, too afraid to speak because of the moans you’re currently swallowing back. Small whimpers make it out as you desperately try to focus on anything other than the torture you’re going through.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” Noah coes, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit now. “Let it all out. Daddy wants to hear your pretty voice.”

There are no logical thoughts left in your brain. All you know is that you’re desperately exhausted and it’s taking too much of your energy to fight against the natural cries your body wants to release as this overstimulation continues.

So, you let go.

“Fuck! Daddy that feels so good! I’m gonna come again- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

A small scream is all you can manage as the pressure in your core finally releases. You thought your previous orgasm was intense? Nothing will ever be able to top this one.

“Damn that was fucking sexy.” Noah stands and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Your legs are still trembling and it feels like every muscle in your body is frozen in place. Warm liquid coats your inner thighs and drips down onto your sheets.

“Did I just…?” You ask with shock. Noah laughs and nods his head, walking towards your door.

“Hell yeah you did. Have you ever squirted before?”

“Only once. But it never felt as good as that did,” you whisper, but Noah is already out of the room. Your eyes flutter shut, sleep threatening to take over.

Noah returns with a towel, throwing it so it lands right beside you.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Wait!” You call out just as he reaches the doorway. “What about you?” You point at his very obvious erection.

Noah waves you off casually, “We’ll have plenty more nights in the future. But for now, sleep. Don’t worry about me.” He winks. “I can take care of myself just fine. Get some sleep. Goodnight, Y/n.”

Before Noah even closes the door, your eyes are shut, sleep finally welcoming you into its arms

[concretejunglefm]

Vulnerably.

Summary: Noah, initially open to the idea of being shared between you and another dom, gradually becomes hesitant.

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom f!reader.

CW: none. mention of dom/sub dynamic but focuses on establishing and respecting boundaries between partners.

Noah's demeanor has changed. The atmosphere in the room has shifted, and his gaze has lost its usual sparkle. He's avoiding you, but not in his usual timid way. There's something more to his subdued posture, as if he's retreating from the current situation.

You'd been discussing the idea of sharing him for a while. It was a fantasy you'd both often verbalized during intimate moments, especially when you explored one another.

You always adored the way he sounded whenever you would taunt him, even going as far to play out your fantasy by covering those beautiful doe eyes you loved so much with a blindfold, and selling him the idea that you were someone else.

It was always you whose hands touched him, whose lips left soft, delicate kisses, and whose nails marked him in your own unique way. You never imagined you'd crave the idea of sharing him, especially since Noah was yours, your partner, your lover, and your submissive.

A brief discussion of the fact had brought you to this point, and now you could sense his hesitation.

When you notice the sudden change in his behavior, you can't resist pulling him aside to talk.

"What's wrong, Noah?" Your voice is gentle, guiding him to your shared bed and sitting with him on the end.

Your guest for the evening is in another room, a friend who was more of an acquaintance, perhaps another reason for his hesitation.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, turning away from you. You bring a hand to his cheek, gently guiding him back, encouraging him to look at you.

"Noah." You press  him, but his eyes continue to avoid yours. You refuse to let him slip away without discussing whatever was troubling him.

His mouth twists slightly, as if he is contemplating his words. "I don't want to do this." He begins, and you offer him a gentle look of encouragement when your eyes briefly meet. His voice is soft and small, contrasting with the man you know on stage or in your private life. He's being more vulnerable than ever, and you gently stroke his cheek, offering a soothing touch.

"Okay." You nod, and his gaze finally meets yours.

"Okay?" He asks, sounding surprised.

"Okay." You confirm with a soft smile and lean up to gently kiss his lips, another offer of assurance. "I'll tell her to leave."

"Wait, but you wanted this." He says.

There it is, the real reason he's been holding back. You shake your head. "Not if you don't want it."

"But…"

"No buts, Noah. If you're not comfortable, I'd never make you do something you didn't want to do." You stroke your fingers back up through his hair and pull your hand away before reaching for his.

Your fingers slip between his own, intertwining them. You feel him squeezing your hand, but his face still looks unconvinced.

"Sweet boy." You tilt your head, offering him a gentle look. "Talk to me."

Perhaps right now, with your guest waiting in the other room, is the worst time to have this conversation, but it's also one you're not sure if he'll allow you to revisit if you stop now.

"I just… I liked the idea of it." Noah whispers, his gaze dropping to your hands. You feel his thumb rubbing in circles against yours. "I liked the idea that someone else was touching me. Someone doing the things you do."

You don't interrupt him; you listen, your eyes fixed on him. Even as he continues to avoid your gaze, as if shy about the subject. He doesn't want to let you down, you can sense it in his voice, but he's not. You want to reassure him, so you lay your other hand over yours, giving him a firm squeeze.

"But what I liked the most was knowing that it was you doing it." You sit up a bit more, struck by the weight of his confession. "I liked the fantasy of it."

Sometimes, fantasies were allowed to stay as that, to be your own little private enjoyment where you never sought to fulfill them, not completely.

"And that's perfectly okay." You assure him.

"Is it?" He looks at you a little more hopeful now, the light returning in his eyes, and it makes your heart soften.

"Honestly, I don't like the idea of someone else touching you either." You confess, revealing your own insecurities, mirroring the vulnerability he had shared with you.

"Really?" He seems taken aback by your confession, and you sheepishly nod.

"What if she pleases you more than I can?" You laugh, but there's a hint of vulnerability in your voice. The depth of your relationship extends beyond sex, yet the lingering doubt remains, gnawing at the back your mind if you were to share him with someone else.

"I would be okay with showing you off." You offer, contemplating the thought and nodding in agreement. "Showing you off because of how pretty you are, but no touching."

"Showing off? I would be okay with that." He replies, his voice becoming slightly shy and quiet once more. You can't help but smile, finding pleasure in watching him express his desires. "I want them to see what a good boy I can be for you." 

"I would like that." You nod, gently stroking his cheek before standing. "But not now. I'll tell our guest that we've changed our minds."

"Are you sure?" You notice the slight apprehension in his face and lean in to press a loving kiss to his lips once more.

"More than ever." You assure him, slowly untangling your fingers from each other as you head towards the door.

"Baby?" Noah calls out after you.

You glance back at him. "Hm?"

"Perhaps we can talk about this more after they've left, while we're both in bed?"

"Of course, my sweet boy." You smile, blowing him a kiss from across the room before slipping out to excuse your guest, intent on spending the rest of the evening sharing your thoughts, desires, and most importantly, establishing your boundaries.

[thisisntablogspost]

Say You’re Mine - Miniseries

Noah Sebastian x Reader

PART TWO PART THREE

Warning: MDNI! This miniseries contains triggers that may cause a negative effect to the consumer. This includes cheating, forced proximity, toxic dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy relationships, alcohol, coercion, manipulation, unprotected piv (don’t do this). The reader is consenting and allows these things to happen to them.

Authors note: If this isn’t something you don’t want to read please avoid and I’ll catch you on the next one! If I missed any other triggers please, please, please dm me so I can add them. I want you all to be safe when reading my fanfics. Your mental health matters. 🖤

Part One is commencing…are you ready?

You were invited to the Halloween party at the guys house. You didn’t want to go, but Jolly insisted Noah wouldn’t be there. Umm…that’s a lie. He’s right there, talking to a few people you didn’t recognize.

“Ah, fuck” You whisper to yourself, covering your face as if he wouldn’t instantly know who you are. Noah catches a glance of you across the room. Instantly recognizing you. His lips curving into a smirk. He takes you in, his eyes taking over the angel costume that you chose to wear. The wings, the dress that accentuated your body, and the headband with the halo above it. He turned his body towards you, disengaging from his previous conversation. You feel your mouth go dry, how could you not notice his choice of costume. He has the balaclava on, his black trench coat, dark shirt, jeans, and his boots.

You needed to get out of his sight. You dart across the room with quick hellos and goodbyes as your friends walked up to you. You conversed for a few moments then excused yourself. You make your way to the sliding glass door to go out into the back yard. You close it behind you, silence. You let out a breath and tried to calm yourself. You walk over to the patio couches and sit down. You run a hand down your face, taking a deep breath to collect yourself. You groan as your mind wanders, the thoughts that are now only Noah. You lean back on the couch, watching the lights, and listening to the conversations of everyone inside the house.

You run a hand through your hair and check your phone. Ugh, no texts or calls from Ryan. Your boyfriend. He decided last minute to go on a trip without you. Whatever. You roll your eyes, setting your phone down beside you.

“Nice dress”

You freeze. You were so lost in thought you didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind you. Noah. You feel his hands on either side of you on the back of the couch. He’s so close. You let out a whimper. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne.

“Miss me?” He whispers, his voice low and gruff against your neck. You couldn’t speak, your body temperature is rising. You swallow when you hear him snicker behind you.

“I missed you” he said, he was teasing. He always enjoyed teasing you, just to rile you up. A fun little game he so loved to play. Your breathing starts to pick up as he leans closer.

“Look at you trembling beneath me just by my voice did you miss me that badly?” His voice low in your ear, it felt like silk against your skin. You flinch at his words. You’re so weak for him. You try to speak, but only whimpers leave your lips.

“You’re doing terrible at hiding that. I can see you need me. My voice alone has you panting.” He whispers into your ear, his hands coming to your shoulders, rubbing up and down softly. You feel your body tense at his touch. He has you on a silver platter just for him. He slowly turns your neck to the side, allowing himself to see your face. You were a mess already and he loved it. You know he loves seeing this side of you, you being weak to his touch.

“Look at you. So weak for me, you need me” you can only mumble. He chuckles darkly, loving the pathetic little sounds you make.

“I know you need me. I can tell by the way you’re reacting to me. You’re begging to be touch.”

“Please, no. Noah, I have a boyfriend.”

“Please, no? Yet, you’re shaking on this couch. You want me just as much as I want you. You just can’t admit it”

His touch became slightly rougher. A soft rub then he grips your arms, knowing your body was in agony wanting him close to you.

“Does your boyfriend know how weak you are for me?” His words were low, teasing you, knowing your boyfriend had no idea how much control he had over you. It was a toxic cycle that you chose to get out of, but here you are once again under his thumb.

“N-no…sir-Noah I…I..” You didn’t mean to let that slip out. Noah’s hands trail up your arms, through your hair, grabbing a handful and tugs it so you look up at him.

“No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know how much control I have on your body…does he?”

He smirks. You called him sir, you know that’s what he wanted. The title he made you use when you were together.

“N-No” you wince as he tugs your hair firmly.

“Good, I miss you like this.” You whimper softly. He’s so close, so warm. His touch leaving tingles along your body. He lets go of you, he walks around the couch. He towers over you, his eyes locked on yours. He sits down, lifts you up, and pulls you against his chest. You feel his arousal growing. He moves your hair to the other side of your neck. He places soft kisses along your sensitive skin.

“I missed how soft your skin is, your sounds, you need me. Your body is begging…” he moves his hand down, wrapping an arm around your waist. This was his favorite, having you on his lap, in his control.

“Please..Noah..I”

“You can’t help how your body reacts. You need it, don’t you?” His voice low, against your neck. The slow, torturous kisses and nibbles are driving you insane. You try to get up and away from him. His arm pulling you back, wrapping around your stomach again. Your body reacts with small trembles and shivers.

“Please, Noah..” Another plea, yet you don’t get try to get off his lap.

“Please? You want me to stop or you want me to keep going?” He teases, he knew you didn’t want him to stop. You hate to admit it, but that’s the last thing you wanted, and he could feel it. You missed this just as much as he did.

“It’s not fair to him” you sigh, the guilt in your heart growing with each passing minute.

“What he doesn't know can’t hurt him…” He whispers in your ear. He wasn’t going to give you an out. Your body already giving into him. He could still get what he wanted easily, like it was second nature, and you hate yourself for it. You want to try, you love Ryan. You don’t want to ruin your relationship because of Noah.

“I..I can’t”

“You can’t? What can’t you do?” He asks as he moves his head to your neck, the tips of his fingers dancing along your waist and thighs. You whine, feeling your body reacting to his touch. The thoughts of your body slowly slip from your mind as Noah runs his hands up your body, over your breasts, squeezing and massaging them. He continues to kiss along your neck. You didn’t even notice that he pulled your dress down letting your breasts free. You moan, feeling him gently tug at your nipples as he bites your neck. You gasp, your head falling against his chest.

“Mmm”

“Use your words. Be my good girl…” His words are low, teasing against your ear as his hands make their way along her body. The sensations were overwhelming, you felt like a live wire with each tug and caress.

“Don’t call me that..”

“You want me to stop, yet your body begs for me. You know that you need this. My hands all over your body, making you feel so good.” He whispers, his hand slowly slides up and gently wraps around your neck, just holding it. He’s barely putting any pressure, but enough to make you breathe heavier.

“Ahhh…nnnn…Noah” The begging is starting, the wanting. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your delicate throat makes your core ache for him.

“I missed this…your whimpers…your needy responses”He whispers, slowly tightening his grip, enough to make your breath hitch. He loved seeing how it affects you.

“Mmph”

“I especially missed having you completely at my mercy…” He whispers again, tightening his grip a bit around your throat, loving how your body tensed up at his words. Your hands grab his wrist, his grip tightens.

“You know you need me to please you, to take care of you. Look at how badly you’ve missed my touch.” His hold doesn’t loosen as he speaks. He knew you wanted him. His words, his touch, his control over your body.

“You’re so weak for me….say it…” He whispers. He could hear your breathing quicken and the small whimpers of your begging against his grip. It drove him wild as you were on the edge of needing him.

“I…hate how..weak I am..for you”

“Your body is telling me differently, you need me. I know how bad you’ve missed my hands on you. My voice in your ear, my breath against your skin, you can’t get enough of me, can you?” His voice was low in your ear, he’d let go of your neck, moving his hands slowly down your waist, rubbing slowly, barely touching you.

“What is my body telling you? How am I responding to you?” You are fighting this, fighting against Noah. He is like a forbidden wine you were so desperate to taste once again.

“Your body is giving me your answer…your response is telling me it’s been needy, starved, begging for me to take care of you…it’s so obvious.” His hands gently caress your waist, barely touching you. He knows how much a soft gentle touch can drive you crazy with need.

“D-don’t do that..”

“What? This?” He chuckles, slowly moving his hands to your hips, rubbing slow, gentle circles in the way he knows it gets you going.

“That’s not fair Noah…” your head falls against his chest, he holds you against him. His hands move along down to her thighs, his fingers playing with the hem of her dress.

“You know you like it. You can’t help how your body reacts. You need it, you’ve missed this. You’ve missed me” He purs, slowly moving his hands along her inner thigh, just teasing, knowing it’ll get a reaction from you.

“You don’t know what I need..” You knew better not to challenge him. You needed to not let this happen and it was so getting to the point where you’d be getting on your knees for him.

“I don’t? You clearly need someone to take control of you…make you submit. Make your body react…you’re not over me and you know it.” He whispers in your ear.

“How…how do you know what I’ve been deprived of hmm? He could be doing a better job” You swallow, can’t even finish the sentence without hesitation.

“Than..than..” He laughs darkly at your pathetic attempt.

“Because I know you. I know your body better than yourself, you need me to make you feel good. I know what you want and need better than your own boyfriend does” He squeezes along your inner thigh, knowing how the sensations are stirring up the want and desire within you.

“Don’t..don’t do that” You watch his hands working higher up, just below the hem of your dress.

“Why not? You’re getting so needy for it…I know it feels good” His voice is low, knowing you’ll squirm if he does it again.

“I..”

“You need it. I know you don’t want me to stop. You need me to give you what you want…, to make you submit. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” His nails lightly scratch along your thighs.

“Don’t say that…please” you whine, his hands hike up your dress. You watch as his fingers trail over your underwear. A whimper escapes your lips, he slowly runs circles over your clit. The fabric adding more friction than you want, and it feels so good.

“You can’t help that you’re weak for me…such a needy girl under my hands. Tell me you want to be good. I know how badly you do” He purrs into your ear. He knows exactly how to make you fall apart. His slow circles become more precise, more deliberate. Your hips buck against his hand. He pulls your underwear to the side. You’re absolutely soaked, there’s no hiding it.

“How badly do you want me to finger this cunt?” You can only stutter before he smacks your pussy.

“Tell me or I’ll leave you a fucking mess on this couch.” Another smack, you cry out, grabbing onto his arm. His hand around your throat, holding you in place. His lips right next to your ear.

“Please..please, finger my pussy. Please make me cum.” A growl emits from his chest. His hand finds your entrance, collecting your arousal and smearing over your clit. You writhe at the feeling of his fingers. He lets go of your throat, taking your leg and spreading your legs wider for him. He takes two fingers, inserting them into you. You cry out at the feeling of him working you to a steady pace, his fingers moving in the “come here” motion. You close your eyes for a moment, thinking back to the many times he had you like this. How he made you crumble and fall apart. His fingers, his mouth, his tongue. You whine thinking about it, Noah feels you clench around his fingers.

“You close? Already?” He picks up the pace, holding your leg against your chest. You’re so close you can barely keep it together.

“Yes, I’m close. Fuck..fuck…fuck!”

“You gonna cum, baby? You want me to make you cum, huh? Feels so good.” He cooed in your ear, it’s sending you over the edge. You feel the warmth spreading throughout your body.

“Yes, yes, yes! Gonna..gonna…cum”

“I love how much of a needy mess you are for me…how your body aches for me…” He pulls away, not giving you what you wanted. You were his, and you knew it.

“What…I..I’m..” You get off of him, fixing your dress, then you sit on the couch. You look over at him as he stands up and turns to look down at you with a shit eating grin on his face.

He…denied you. You look up at him growing frustrated and angry. He just got you worked up for nothing, because he knows how weak and pathetic you are for him. You can only stare at him as he stands there so prideful towering over you. There’s more to this…oh fuck…this is just the beginning. You know Noah well enough to know that he’s going to make you crawl back to him.

“For how long do I have to endure you doing this to me?”

“As long as I want…I have you right where I want you…desperate and needy. I’ve missed this…having you underneath my thumb…all mine to tease and torment”

He smirks darkly and pulls your chin up to look at him. He loves how worked up you got for him…what he loved more was that you were now frustrated…and he knew it’d take no time before you melted underneath his touch again.

“You’re evil…you’re a fucking asshole!”

“No doubt there…but you like it”

He chuckles. You could get as angry and frustrated as you’d like…you know the effect he has on your body…and he still knows he’ll be the only one to cause such a response…he’s enjoying this more than he wants to admit…he loves that you’re still at the palm of his hand.

(to be continued)

[cookiesupplier]

This is making me think of sub-Noah. I mean, pick up that baby, yes?

i love when large dogs are picked up and they’re so absolutely confused as to how this could happen that they just sorta

[measuredingold]

pretty boy

authors note: hey 🫣 almost a year ago i posted my first bad omens fic onto ao3 called sweet boy and i thought… what better way to celebrate that than to write its sequel ? barely proofread so i apologize for any mistakes btw, getting back into the swing of writing “consistently” so i feel a bit rusty lol ! as always i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated. :-) sweet boy can be found here.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 3k~

cw/tags: pwp ( porn without plot basically ), p in v ( wrap it up ), established relationship, dom/sub undertones ( sub noah ), 18+ minors do not interact

The faint hum of the television fills the room, volume so low you barely can register what's even being said. You don't mind though because your focus isn't even on whatever episode of The Office that's playing, instead it's focused on the boy laying beside you, long limbs tangled with your own. Legs tangled with yours, an arm draped over your tummy, and head against your chest, you couldn't give a flying fuck about Michael Scott at this very moment.

You hum to yourself, a happy little sound, as your fingers card through his hair, finger nails lightly scratching at his scalp. You feel his chest vibrate against your side, probably making the same happy sounds that you were, and if you could see Noah's face you're sure he's smiling to himself, eyes fluttering shut.

You can't remember the last time you got a moment like this with him, just able to laze around in bed with nowhere to be. Noah wasn't running around or locking himself in his studio - nothing scheduled, nothing due. It was nice to finally be able to breathe with him in your arms again, and it was nice to know he wasn't worried about something for the first time in weeks. Maybe even months.

You let your eyes slip shut as you bask in the moment, fingers never leaving the home they made in Noah's hair. It's almost noon, you think, and you had already eaten breakfast. Maybe a quick nap wouldn't hurt... then you could get up and make some lunch for the two of you, or maybe finish the laundry you started last night. Sleep doesn't come to you, though, because you feel Noah move beside you, lifting his head up to bury against the crook of your neck.

You think nothing of it, even when you feel the ghost of his lips against your skin. You sigh, a happy sound, and by instinct your fingers tug gently at his hair before letting your nails scratch at his scalp again. You feel him whine rather than hear it, feeling the vibrations against your skin as he continues to trail kisses up your neck. Your eyes flutter open at the first roll of his hips against your thigh, and heat swirls in your stomach.

Oh.

So, you’re definitely not about to take a nap.

You thought he had been asleep, and maybe he was on the brink, but you think your little tug woke him up. You gasp quietly when you feel his teeth graze the skin of your neck before another sloppy kiss is pressed there, his hips rolling into your thigh again. You can practically feel him growing harder with every roll, the sweats he's adorning leaving nothing up to the imagination.

With another scratch to his scalp, your fingers tangle in his hair again, tugging much harder than you had moments prior. The force was enough to pull Noah's head back only slightly, inches away from your neck, and the sound he released was so delicious it had you shivering. He grinds against you again, this time with purpose, and you hear a faint hum of your name as he tries to press another kiss along the length of your neck.

"What is it, baby?" You mumble out, voice hoarse from barely speaking today.

Noah doesn't reply in words, instead lets out a few broken noises in response before attaching his lips back to your neck, another desperate roll of his hips against your thigh. You pull his head back again.

"Use your words, Noah."

It's been so long since you've shifted into this dynamic, usually Noah being the one to have the control recently. You loved that you were able to shift back and forth, because sometimes you needed him to be the one under you. Something shifts in his eyes as they widen and his tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, still not saying a word.

You sigh, tugging at his hair once more. "Don't make me ask again."

"Just..." He finally manages to whine out, pupils dilating. "Miss you."

"I'm right here, baby."

"I know, but..." He groans, trying to bury his face back against your neck, hips rolling into your thigh again. "I miss you."

"Hm..." You hum as you card your fingers back through his hair, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him. Your stomach flips at his dilated pupils, big brown eyes staring at you with such need that you physically have to restrain yourself from surging forward and kissing him right then and there. "My poor baby. I can tell you miss me a lot, yeah?"

He nods, a bit too desperately, pressing himself against your thigh again. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep any noises of yours at bay.

"Yeah." He mumbles and his tongue darts out to slide over his bottom lip again, eyes watching you closely. "Miss you. Need you.”

For some reason those words strike a chord within you, your heart clenching beneath your chest at his confession. You couldn't help but get emotional sometimes whenever he gave this part of himself up to you, putting all his trust in your hands. There was a time where that was rare, and in your years spent together, you watched the walls he built around himself slowly come down. There was no better feeling in this world than having his trust, and you would never take it for granted.

You scratch at his scalp again and smile at the way his eyes flutter shut, body shuddering against yours. "You have me, sweet boy."

He whines again, a pathetic sound, and you take the chance to lean forward, lips pressing against his for the first time in hours. The last kiss you shared was innocent, early in the morning when you had made breakfast for the two of you - this was the complete opposite. It was full of need, Noah whimpering into your mouth as your free hand slid between your bodies, pressing against the front of his sweats. His hips cant forward, pressing into your touch, and you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing.

"Shit." He hissed against your lips and you took it upon yourself to slip your hand past the hem of sweats and boxers, letting your fingers wrap around his length.

"Oh." You gasp quietly once you have a firm hold on his cock, thumb brushing over the tip. "All for me?"

He nods quickly, lips brushing against yours as his hips roll into your fist. "Yes. You. All for you."

Pride swells up beneath your chest and your hand strokes up and down his cock a few times. The angle is awkward, and with a very displeased sound from the boy beside you, you let go for just a second to push him onto his back. You roll onto him with ease, hips pressed firmly against his aching cock. He arches up off the bed with a loud noise, and you take a moment to admire the way he looks beneath you.

Cheeks flushed, lips slick and bitten and parted beautifully, brown eyes hooded as he stared up at you. All fucked out, out of his head, and you've barely even started.

"Oh, look at you." You can't help but reach down, swiping your thumb over his bottom lip. "Aren't you just the prettiest thing, hm?"

He nods, a deep groan escaping him as your hips roll over his for a second time. His mouth follows your thumb and before you can pull it away, his lips part. You watch with widened eyes as his lips wrap around your digit, slipping into his mouth with ease and out of curiosity your thumb presses down against his tongue. You feel him hum around it, a delicious sound, and you press harder, further.

"Such a pretty boy... especially with your mouth full." You feel his cock twitch beneath you, the bounce having you sucking in a breath as your hips roll without much thought. "How do you want it, baby? My hands? My mouth?"

You're not sure how you're even making complete sentences, the feeling of his tongue circling around your thumb having your brain feeling like complete mush, but you push through it. This is about him. His brows furrowed and he shakes his head, hands coming up to grip your hips, grinding you down against him again. You gasp.

"Oh. Baby wants me to fuck him?" He nods, whatever noise that leaves him being muffled by your thumb. You slowly pull it away from his mouth, dragging it down his chin. "Words, Noah."

"Yes, please." He breathes out, voice already wrecked. "Please, please, please."

"Shhh." You hush him, grounding your hips into his one more time - nice and slow. "I got you. I'll give you what you want."

You don't waste any time after that, sitting up on your knees to tug your sleep shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. Noah groans beneath you and with the way his cock twitches under your hips you're sure he's more than pleased to see that you wore nothing else underneath. You grin down at him, admiring the way his skin flushed from his chest up to the tips of his ears before leaning down, pressing another kiss to his lips. It doesn’t last long until you're trailing your kisses down his body, trying to taste every part of him that you could.

This was about getting him out of his head and letting him continue to not worry about everything like he typically would. Sometimes when he was home he’d be… sort of a nightmare, fixated on the next song, the next tour, the next merch drop. You didn’t want that. You wanted him relaxed, without a care in the world in that pretty little head of his. Tomorrow he can go back to his worried self, but today… he’s yours, and you’re going to do everything in your power to have your boy feeling like putty once you’re finished with him.

Your fingers hook in the waistband of his sweats and boxers, not wanting to waste anymore time. He was squirming beneath you, becoming impatient, and you’re selfish enough to admit you can’t wait much longer to have him inside of you, either. The thought of his cock had heat shooting straight to your core, and you tugged at his sweats. He immediately got the hint, hips rising off the bed and he helped you shimmy them off his body, discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

“Pretty boy.” You gasped, eyes widening at the sight of his cock resting against his stomach. You subconsciously lick at your lips, the need for Noah growing more and more by the second, and your fingers hook into your own underwear, sliding them off with haste. “All mine?”

He nods, words being followed by a whine as his eyes watch you toss your underwear to the floor. “All yours.”

You smile in response but can’t help yourself from leaving forward, licking a stride up the base of his cock all the way to the tip. He shudders beneath you, especially when you place feather light kisses around his tip before crawling back up his body.

“Baby…” He groans, hands reaching for you.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. That wasn’t nice of me.” You giggle despite your apology, lips finding home against Noah’s yet again. “No more teasing, okay? No more. Promise.”

You pull back and sit up on your knees again, hips shifting over Noah’s. His cock twitches beneath you and you don’t stop the moan that falls from your lips. Your head drops to watch the way his cock slips between your soaked folds, tip nudging against your clit. He shudders again, hands gripping your hips to stop you.

“Wanna…” He takes a deep breath to collect himself, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Inside. Wanna be inside. I’ll come if you keep going.”

You giggle, a little breathless, and nod at his words. “Already so worked up? How cute.”

You lift your hips up just slightly as your fingers wrap around him, lining him up with your entrance. You caught his eyes just as you began to sink down on his cock and the sight was... everything. From the way his brows furrowed, his pretty lips parting as you slowly sink further and further, and then the way his body arches the second you bottom out. You gasp, the arch of his body pressing him deeper into you, and your eyes flutter shut at just how deep he was.

"Shit, Noah." You moan out, your current facade breaking for just a moment. “Always feel so fucking good, baby. Oh my god.”

You give yourself just a moment to adjust to his cock, no prep making the stretch burn slightly more than usual - still delicious all the same. With a sigh of pleasure, you rise and slowly drop, the slow drag of his cock making the both of you moan in unison. The hand that was on your hip slid up your body to the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. Your lips slide together messily as you roll your hips into his, picking up speed.

“Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” He pants against your mouth, no longer kissing you, too consumed by the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

You sit up again, resting your hands against his chest as you continue your relentless grinding, gasping every so often whenever Noah’s thrusts would meet your own. You knew he was close, so worked up and overwhelmed even before he had gotten inside you. A part of you wants to tease him, get him so close to the edge before stopping completely. You want to see him cry, feel him shake underneath you and hear him beg for you to keep going, but today wasn’t the day for that. No, your poor boy was already there, cock twitching inside you with every roll of your hips, and you weren’t that far behind him either.

“Baby.” He gasped out, fingers digging into your hips as you grounded into him. “Gonna… fuck, ‘m gonna…”

His words get stuck in his throat and you stare down at him in awe, truly captivated at how beautiful he looked beneath you. Skin flushed the perfect shade of pink, brows knitted together and mouth dropped open, the most delicious noises leaving him. You’re not even sure if he even knows what he’s saying at this point, too consumed by you and the way his cock feels buried inside your pussy. You grin lazily down at him, giving another slow, deep roll of your hips, nails digging into his chest.

“Yeah? Gonna what? Use your words, pretty boy.”

“Oh.” It’s a choked sound and you feel his cock twitch inside of you the exact time you clench around him, and you swear his grip on your hips will leave a bruise tomorrow. “Fuck. Gonna come, ‘m gonna come. Please, please, please, baby please.”

“You can come.” You sigh out in pleasure, never stopping the movement of your hips. “Fuck, yes, you can come. So good for me, baby.”

With a few more sporadic thrusts from Noah he stills with a choked sob, cock twitching while he spills inside of you. You moan at the feeling, body shuddering as he fills you up, and it almost pushes you over the edge. Almost. You sit up and let a hand slide to your center, middle and ring fingers rubbing against your aching clit as you continue to ride him. Your body slumps forward the second your orgasm crashes into you, burying your face into Noah’s shoulder as you cry out in ecstasy.

All that was left to be heard in your bedroom was the combination of both yours and Noah’s labored breathing. You stayed still for a moment, catching your breath, and smiled lazily to yourself when you felt his lips brush against the side of your head.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, voice low, and you could tell just how… gone he still truly was. “Needed that.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply just as tired, but your words get drowned out by the soft moan you let out when he shifts under you, reminding you of his now softening cock still buried inside.

“Fuck.” He whimpered next to your ear, obviously sensitive from you still wrapped around him, but made no effort to move just yet.

You pull back to finally stare at him, heat swirling in the pit of your stomach again at just his fucked out he looked. Eyes barely open, the happiest little smile on his lips, cheeks stained with tears that you must’ve missed during your climax. He whimpers again, pathetically at that, when you roll your hips and clench around him one last time, his body shaking under yours.

“Sorry, my love.” You mumble, sitting up fully and then reaching down to wild at his cheeks. “Just look so beautiful like this. Can’t help myself.”

You could easily take him again, and you knew he’d let you, especially with the way his cheeks flush at your compliment. He’d probably let you take him six more times if it meant not parting from you - when he got in this headspace all he ever wanted to be was closecloseclose. Though, instead, you rise on your knees and the two of you groan in unison when his cock slips from you, the mess between your legs becoming very apparent.

“Come on, shower time.”

It takes a second to finally get him out of the bed and into the bathroom, and you knew with the way his eyes were fluttering every five seconds you had about ten minutes before he’d pass out from exhaustion. You speed through the shower and before you know it, you’re back in bed with Noah’s face buried against your chest once again. This time sleep does find you both, and you nap into the afternoon with a grin on your lips and your boy in your arms.

[concreteangel92]

ooo can u do like a soft, whiny sub noah

I love a bit of subby Noah, this is just a little drabble but I hope you enjoy!

Noah Sebastian x female reader

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, sub Noah, oral (male receiving)

“Oh…fuck”

You watched as Noah’s head fell back onto the pillow, his soft hair falling around him as his body convulsed up off the mattress.

You pulled your head off of his hard length and you wrapped your hand around to continue his simulation while you spoke.

“Is my poor baby feeling a bit sensitive?”

Noah would let out a whine in response, you’d been edging him for an hour now, working him up to his high but not letting him fall.

“Please…please let me cum for you, I’ve been so good, please, please, please”

You’d ignore his pleas and wrapped your lips around his head again, using your tongue to tease his slit and swirl around his tip.

You’d given him strict orders that he wasn’t allowed to touch you at all so you glanced up and saw his knuckles were white as they gripped the sheets and a layer of sweat had come over his body.

He looked absolutely beautiful, so lost in his pleasure and so desperate for you to finish him, his begging only made you want to tease him more.

You started to bob your head up and down while sucking on him firmly, the taste of his pre cum very evident in your mouth.

You pulled your lips away again and stared down at him, he opened his eyes and they were so soft, he had completely surrendered to you.

“Ok baby, I’ll let you cum, you’re going to be a good boy and finish down my throat for me, let me have all of you”

Noah’s cock twitched in your hand, his eyes fell back shut as he whimpered in response, completely and utter at your mercy.

[xmads-omensx]

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Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: smut, blowjobs, pure filth, kinda Sub!Noah if you squint

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @heyyoplayer @tosoundlessdarkistare @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @overmydeadbodysblog @chey-h @illmakeyousaywow

Noah who was obsessed with the way you gave him oral.

Noah who definitely was not expecting you to bring your delicate hands underneath his thighs and bring them over your shoulders, much like he did to you when he ate you out.

Noah who had never moaned louder as a result of your new angle, which let you lick his balls whilst you pumped his cock with your hand.

Noah who's back arched off of the bed, much like yours did when he went down on you.

Noah who would do literally anything you told him to as long as it meant that he got to stay in this new position with you.

Noah who was do desperate for release that he began begging, which wasn't something he was used to, usually it was the other way around.

Noah who made a mental note to not piss you off ever again as you sucked mercilessly, switching between his balls and the head of his rock hard cock.

Noah who was completely at your mercy.

Noah who really wanted to try that position again with you, but it had exhausted him in the best way.

You who loves having Noah's legs spread as wide as they could possibly be just for you.

Noah who would do literally anything for you if it meant that he got to cum like that again and again and again.

[veephoenix]

Series: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits | masterpost Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Oliver Sykes

Hearts Like Ours. Additional multipart. Chapter 3: The Crow Witch | Words: 5k Summary: Noah returns home.

Tags and trigger warnings: established polyamorous relationship, no more angst, just a few happy tears, reader has her boys back, guided sexual meditation, mentions of chakras, firebreath orgasm, orgasmic bliss, a lot of 'good girl' praise, 'that's my girl', 'such a good girl', finger licking, one single spanking (oliver to noah), implied sub/dom relationship/behaviors if you squint (sub!reader, dom!noah, dom!oliver), implied p in v (not fully described), fluffy fluff.

Author’s note: get cozy 🕉️🧘🏽‍♀️ I loved writing this; it's definitely one of my favorite scenes with these three.

“What did you tell her?” Noah asked, fastening his seatbelt and glancing at Oliver as they pulled away from the airport arrivals area onto the highway. 

            “I didn’t lie to her. I took her to Starbucks, bought her a drink, and then told her to wait while I went to fetch something to cheer her up.”

            “And she was ok with that?”

            “Of course she wasn’t. But she ended up thinking I went to get a puppy for her to take care of while we’re on tour. Can’t say she’s entirely wrong,” Oliver replied, giving Noah a meaningful look.  

            Noah rolled his eyes, blushing slightly but smiling nonetheless. He was happy to be back, to be with him, to see her soon. Just then, the car’s screen lit up, indicating an incoming call from their girl. 

            “Speaking of the devil…” Oliver muttered. Before answering the call, he gestured to Noah to keep quiet. “Hi, love.”

            “Hi,” came her reply, laced with suspicion. 

            “How’s that caramel latte treating you?”

            “Good. Where are you?”

            “On my way back,” he answered.

            “Where did you go?”

            “I told you, I went to pick something up to cheer you up.”

            There was a brief pause as she listened intently for any background noise. 

            Oliver snorted.

            “Are you expecting to hear a bark or something?”

            “Yeah,” she chuckled softly, melting at the idea of Oli getting her a puppy. 

            “Well, sorry to disappoint, love, but I’m not giving anything away. Give me a bit more time, and I’ll come pick you up, alright?”

            “Don’t worry. Just head straight home,” she said. “I’ll walk. It’s a beautiful day outside, and I think I need it,” she took a deep breath and Noah frowned, looking at Oliver with concern. “But I need you more, so please be home by the time I get back?”

            If Oliver didn’t have to drop Noah off and return to fetch her, they’d have plenty of time to settle in at home before she made it back from the city center. 

            Sure, I’ll be there, baby,” he agreed. “Just give me a call if you want me to come get you.”

            “It’s only a thirty-minute walk. I think I’ll manage,” she teased, her voice filled with contentment. 

            After expressing his love and ending the call, Oliver glanced at Noah, who was now running a hand through his hair. 

            “See? Everything just falls right into place without us having to lift a finger,” Oliver remarked. 

            “She’s going to be disappointed you’re not bringing home a dog,” Noah retorted. 

            “You do love a bit of drama, don’t you?”

            “Just saying. She’s been talking about getting a dog for ages.”

            “You’re her favorite puppy”, Oliver addressed, teasing him.

            Noah shook his head and settled deeper into his seat. As he gazed out the window, relief washed over him knowing they were back in L.A. Soon, he’d be able to hold her close and comfort her. Glancing back at oliver, Noah reached out to tousle his hair, gently massaging the scalp at the back while Oliver kept his green eyes fixed on the road. 

            “Thank you for coming back for her,” Noah said sincerely, eyes full of appreciation. 

            “I’d do the same for you, anytime. I’d do anything for both of you.” 

Thirty minutes later, Oliver and Noah found themselves lounging on the couch, Oliver’s arm draped over the backrest, almost encircling Noah’s shoulders. Oliver was sitting so that he could face Noah, and with his free hand he kept on touching the ends of Noah’s hair, longer than last time they’d been together.  

            They had been like this for ten minutes, catching up on their weeks apart, stealing kisses intermittently, and tenderly touching and massaging each other’s knees. 

            The jingle of keys outside and the creak of the front door opening made Noah’s heart jump on his chest. Oliver winked at him before letting him divert all his attention to his girl. A broad grin lit up Noah’s face, a smile he would have worn all day were it not for the reason why he was home a day earlier. 

            Struggling with the keys in the lock, she muttered a curse and silently resolved to oil it the next day. Her thoguhts, however, were quickly overtaken when her feet stumbled over a pile of luggage by the door. 

            In mere seconds, she deduced whose luggage it was and what it meant. Her heart leapt in her chest, and then, the voice she had yearned to hear for nearly thirty days filled the air, close and distinct. 

            By the time her gaze met Noah’s, he was already on his feet, halfway to the doorway, his tender smile beckoning her forward. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over when she finally found herself enveloped in his arms. His hug felt warm and secure, reminiscent of a cozy winter night by the fire. His lips pressed against her hair as he wisphered a few sweet, comforting words to her.  

            Noah was home. Noah was home and so was Oliver. 

            They had both come back for her. 

An hour later, Oliver and Noah were back on the sofa, side by side. This time, shey lay across their laps, her head resting on Noah’s thigh while her torso sprawled across Oliver’s. Oliver had lifted her t-shirt slightly and was gently tracing circles on her back, while Noah lovingly stroked her hair. 

            The house was quiet. Three empty mugs sat on the coffee table, the faint scent of lavender tea lingering in the air. Despite this, her senses were overwhelmed by the masculine scents of her boys. She could have drifted off to sleep right there, her hand clutching Oliver’s t-shirt and her face nestled against Noah’s stomach. 

            “Are you tired?” Noah asked, his voice husky, a soft whisper in the vast expanse of the living room. 

            “No,” she replied, her eyes lifting to meet his, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that always captivated him. “Are you?”

            “I’m fine,” he lied. He was exhausted. He wanted to stretch his legs, maybe walk for an hour or run for thirty minutes, then sleep for the next ten hours. But that could wait. His priority now was to be with her. “Are you hungry, sleepy, need anything?

            She giggled at his barrage of questions, shaking her head no as she shifted on their laps to find a more comfortable position.

            “That’s good,” Noah concluded. After a moment of silence and a shared look with Oliver, he added, “I have some plans that will probably take up the rest of the evening.”

            “What plans?” She asked, a frown creasing her brow. 

            Noah’s finger traced the line of her lower lip. She nibbled at it, waiting for his response. 

            “Do you trust me?” He asked instead.

            “Always,” she answered without hesitation.

            “Good girl,” Noah praised softly, his voice warm with approval as he made her sit up, Oliver helping her with a hand on her back. When she twisted her head to look at Noah, her hair brushed against Oliver, and the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, making him yearn for her even when her body was practically pressed against his. 

            Noah stood up and extended his hand. She took it gleefully, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Before he could lead her to the center of the living room, Oliver, still on the sofa, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back just an inch to press a kiss to her lower back, where her skin peeked. Then, he released her to Noah, who guided her to the sprawling carpet that covered the floor in the spacious living room. 

            Noah gestured for her to sit, and she complied, settling gracefully onto the soft surface, crossing her legs in front of her. She noticed Oliver walking to one of the cupboards next to the TV, gathering pillows and blankets and letting them drop on the floor close to her. Then, he bent down to open the small drawers, searching for something. 

            Noah mirrored her position on the carpet and exchanged a knowing glance with Oliver, who had quickly located the box of tealight candles and matches. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared secret that escaped her, as per usual, but that just added a layer of anticipation to the moment. She could feel her heart fluttering nervously, but this time, she welcomed the excitement, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she focused intently on Noah.

            “You’re doing so well already,” Noah murmured, his smile tender as he reached out to gently touch her chin with two fingers and pulling her in for a kiss.

            After the soft touch of his lips against her, she opened her eyes, her orbs colliding with Noah’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He wore a pleasant smile, looking tired but happy. 

            “What are we going to do?” She asked, her voice adjusting to the calm ambience in the house. Behind her, Oliver lit an incense stick and placed it in its holder. Then, he proceeded to light the candles, placing them strategically around the living room.  

            “We’re going to make you feel really good, and you don’t have to do anything but let us be nice to you.”

            She took a deep breath, her mind racing with images, her smile growing, Noah mirroring hers as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

            “That sounds… perfect.” 

            “It will be,” he assured, straigthening his back and inching closer to her so that their knees nearly touched. “From this moment on, just follow my instructions, okay? I know you can do that.” 

            She nodded, her posture adopting the familiar meditative stance she was used to. Normally, she meditated alone, but having Noah in front of her, seeking that break amidst real life and its brutality already felt rewarding.  

            “Good girl,” he whispered, this time his voice lowering to a tone that made her skin tingle with goosebumps. “Roll your head a couple of times, right and left. Now, can you focus on my breathing?” He asked, checking her stance and her attention. “I want you to follow my breathing. Once you’re on it, give it a few seconds then shift the focus to yours, yeah?”

            She did as he instructed.

            A moment later, a soothing, resonant sound filled the room—Oliver had played some music to set the ambience. She could sense his presence, though he remained at a respectful distance. 

            The soft chime of a Tibetan bowl echoed through the room, its sound lingering like a gentle caress. The candles around them cast a warm, flickering light, creating dancing shadows on the walls that swayed with their breaths. The faint, earthy scent of incense grounded her senses as she concentrated on Noah’s breathing. 

            Inhale. Pause. Exhale.

            “Don’t push the breath out,” Noah reminded her. “Just let it fall out gently.”

            Following his words, she matched his rhythm, feeling the air fill her lungs and then release it slowly. Each breath brought a deeper sense of calm, quieting her mind and easing her anxieties. The memory of the painful conversation with her mother loomed like a dark cloud in the back of her head, but focusing on Noah’s steady breaths, their synchronized breathing and the occasional soft crackle of the candles, helped soften the edges of her pain. With the boys home, the wound was momentarily soothed. Noah’s presence in front of her was a steady anchor, his breath a soothing guide that led her deeper into relaxation. She felt a sense of unity with him, with Oliver, a shared tranquility that transcended words, slowly chipping away at the hurt she had been carrying. The quiet rustling of blankets and pillows being set by Oliver around her just further grounded her in this safe, intimate space.

            As she continued to breathe in harmony, she felt a wave of contentment settling inside of her. The world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only this safe, warm space. Her body felt light, almost weightless, as if she could float away on the waves of her breath. The simplicity of the moment, the quiet connection between her and her boys, filled her with a deep sense of gratitude and love. For the first time in days, the tight knot of sorrow in her chest began to unwind, replaced by the comforting presence of the two men. 

            “Baby,” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper. 

            She opened her eyes ever so slowly. Noah’s gaze was intent on her, unyelding. 

            “Take off your clothes now, but leave your underwear on.”

            Without a word, she just nodded and stood up to comply with Noah’s instructions. 

            “Do it the right way,” he added. It was a command but his voice was gentle and full of love. 

            She understood. 

            Slowly, she undressed under the watchful eyes of Noah and Oliver. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the sofa cushions. She returned to sit in front of Noah, wearing only a a thin bra and panties.

            This time, Noah got up and moved to sit behind her, his legs spread on either side of her. “Take a deep breath,” he whispered close to her ear. “Close your eyes. Focus your mind on your breathing. And feel me. I’m right here, baby, right behind you. Not going anywhere. That’s it,” he cheered, “goood.”

            They stayed like that for a while, the silence interrupted only by their steady breathing and the occasional flicker of the candles. The incense’s scent grew stronger, blending with their body heat to create an almost tangible blanket of harmony. Oliver moved quietly around the room, his actions reflecting his care in setting the perfect ambiance. Each time he passed near, she felt a gentle, invisible caress, a reminder of the protective circle they formed around her.

            Noah took her hand and slowly guided it to her chest, positioning it right over her heart. Brushing his cheek against hers, he whispered, “Can you feel it, baby?”

            She focused on the rhythm beneath her fingertips, the steady thump-thump grounding her in the moment. The tension from the past few days, the anguish from her mother’s cruel words, began to ebb away with each breath. Noah’s warmth seeped into her skin, his voice a calming anchor.

            “Yes,” she breathed. The word seemed to hang in the air, merging with the soft music Oliver had started in the background. It was a gentle melody, almost like an hypnotic lullaby, weaving through the room and wrapping around them like a soft embrace.

            “Good,” Noah murmured. “Now, keep breathing, keep feeling. Remember, we’re here for you. We’re not going anywhere.”

            Oliver came to sit near them. He didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes conveyed everything she would need to know: she was safe, cherished, and never alone. She took another deep breath, feeling the collective energy in the room—a harmonious blend of love, comfort, and peace.

            With Noah’s breath at her back and Oliver’s steady presence beside her, she felt a deep sense of release coming, the heavy burden of her recent pain lifting, replaced by the simple yet profound act of being fully present in the moment, surrounded by her boys. 

            But when Noah’s cupped her breast and slid down to lay over her stomach, his fingers then slipping inside her panties, her breath caught. 

            “Breathe,” he ordered, reminding her to stay focused.  

            She tried, but it was suddenly difficult with his fingers massaging her between her legs. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, sending waves of sensation through her body. 

            “Hold your orgasm, baby. This is not about coming. It’s about the connection and the journey together to get there. Of all the millions of people that can give you sexual pleasure, only Oli and I can connect to your mind, ease your vulnerabilities, and empower everything that you are.” 

            He noticed her chest rising. 

            “So, be good and do as I say. Trust your mind. You know you can do it.”

            She was so lost in the intensity of his touch that she wasn’t aware of the second presence looming so over her until Oliver’s lips pressed softly against her own. Startled, she opened her eyes to find him sitting in front of them, his gaze warm and inviting.

            Oliver took Noah’s hand away from between her legs, and in a moment that seemed to stretch time, he guided Noah’s long fingers to his mouth. Her pupils dilated at the sight of Oliver tasting her from Noah’s fingers, his green eyes locked on her as his tongue dragged along Noah’s wet digits. The eroticism of the scene was almost too much to bear, but the calm, grounding presence of both men kept her anchored.

            “We’re going to need you to lay down for us now, doll,” Oliver said softly.

            She was mesmerized, her body responding to their every command without hesitation. She barely noticed Noah unclasping her bra, standing up to place it on top of her pile of clothes before joining her again on the carpet. Oliver repeated the instruction to lay down, his voice a soothing command. She did so, feeling the plush softness of the blankets that Oliver had strategically placed on the floor.

            “Hips up,” Oliver commanded next. She complied, and he gently removed her panties, leaving her completely exposed. The vulnerability of her position contrasted sharply with the overwhelming sense of safety and connection she felt. She closed her eyes again, focusing on the warmth of their presence, the scent of the candles, and the gentle music filling the room.

            Noah positioned himself at her side. Now she had noah on the left and Oliver on the right, protecting her from every evil in the world. “Keep breathing, baby,” Noah said, his breath hot against her ear. “Feel everything.”

            Oliver leaned over her, his fingers tracing light patterns along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was deliberate, exploring every curve and contour with reverence.  “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing hum. “Just let go and feel us here with you.”

            She could feel the energy between them, a tangible connection that pulsed with every beat of her heart. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them entwined in this intimate dance of trust and desire. Each touch, each whispered word, drew her deeper into the moment, dissolving the pain of the past few days and replacing it with a profound sense of peace and belonging.

            Noah’s hands slowly roamed down her body, caressing her sides and tracing her curves with a feather-light touch that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her. Oliver’s lips followed the path of his fingers, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. She felt Noah’s breath on her skin, hot and tantalizing, as his hands explored her thighs, gently parting them to allow Oliver better access.

            Oliver’s mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking out to tease her nipples, drawing soft moans from her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of tenderness and intensity that left her breathless. She arched her back, pressing into his touch, craving more of the delicious friction.

            “Feel us,” Noah whispered, his voice a seductive murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “Every touch, every breath. You’re the only thing that matters to us.”

            Oliver’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers slipping through her wetness with ease. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, coaxing her pleasure higher and higher while Noah’s hands continued to roam, adding to the sensory overload.

            “Remember, baby,” Noah’s voice was a soothing command, “This is about the connection. Hold your orgasm and just feel the journey we’re on together. We’ll tell you when to come.”

            She was on the edge, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious torment that left her gasping for breath. Oliver’s fingers moved with expert precision, bringing her closer and closer to the brink while Noah’s touch and words kept her grounded in the moment.

            Time lost its meaning as they continued, every movement and sensation blending into a seamless flow of pleasure and connection. She was no longer just herself but a part of something greater, something beautiful and transcendent. The world outside might be filled with heartbreak and angst, but here, in this sacred space, she found solace in their touch, their presence, and the  love they offered. 

            “Kitten,” Noah called out again. She didn’t open her eyes; just waited for the instruction. “Get your knees up and feet flat on the ground. Good. Spine straight. That’s it.” 

            Oliver’s “such a good girl” seeped into her skin and made it hard to swallow. 

            “Inhale,” Noah continued, his voice steady. “Let your belly fill up, and as you exhale, flatten your lower back to the ground, like I taught you.”

            The rocking motion helped to move the sexual energy in her, and Oliver and Noah knew it very well. They knew what they were doing, with every word, every touch, every kiss. 

            “Use your mind and breath to pull energy into your root chakra, baby. Remember its name?” 

            She furrowed her brows, hesitanting for a moment. 

            “Muladhara,” she answered. 

            Even though her eyes were close, she could tell Noah was smiling at her correct answer.

            “That’s my girl,” he praised her. “Keep sending your energy to your lower belly.”

            “Do you feel charged up, love?” Oliver asked from her other side. 

            “Yes,” she replied, her voice steadier. 

            “You’re doing so well,” Noah approved. “When you feel charged enough, reduce the energy again until its focus is between your legs. Oli and I will help you, don’t worry.” 

            The energy moved through her chakras on its own, circulating back and forth in a rhytmic cycle. When Oliver touched her forehead, he signaled her to concentrate her energy in that area for a couple of minutes. Then, Noah placed his hand on her mound, covering her lower belly and pussy with the expanse of his hand. The surge of energy from her mind to her core felt like a tidal wave, propelling her into a highger state, a higher ecstasy. The energy flowed effortlessly, and she felt herself rapidly ascending into an orgasmic state. 

            The orgasm released all the pent-up tension and expanded the energy flowing through her body and mind, connecting to her spirit. For about ten seconds, her back arched, a long moan stretching, joining the musical sounds filling the room. Oliver struggled to contain the wave of desire that surged through him, that proppeled him to fall over the edge. His cock throbbed in his pants. Noah wasn’t in a much different state, though he had more training when it came to holding his orgasms.  

            When it was over, she couldn’t speak. She was certain she hadn’t just orgasmed physically but also mentally. She barely registered the lustful gazes of the two men at her sides, their restrained desire and lust evident in throbbing bulges in their pants and popping veins in their necks. They looked like predators ready to pounce on her and devour her. 

            Her ears were still ringing from the abyssal orgasm she had experienced when Oliver’s voice reverberated inside her head as he whispered, breathless himself, “This is how Gods build their kingdoms.”

            He couldn’t be lying, for whatever had just happened felt like a cosmic experience. 

            “We’ve never done that before,” she managed to say, still feeling like she was floating. 

            Noah laughed, his laugh sweet and satisfied. He felt some tension ease as he senses her own serenity spreading to him.

            Oliver was the one to reply, adjusting his position to relieve some discomfort. “Pretty boy loves spending his free time reading all kinds of things, doesn’t he? And here we are, the three of us benefiting from all that knowledge.” 

            “But what about you?” she asked, concern in her voice. 

            Noah started to shake his head, disapproving of her newfound and unnecesary worry. 

            “Well,” Oliver began. His left hand cupped her right breast and massaged it teasingly, squeezing on the right places. “We can spend the whole evening making love to you,” he suggested, his voice cheeky, “taking turns inside of you until you’re so sated and full of ourselves that you drift off to sleep in our arms and forget that we’ve been away from you for so long. Do you want that, baby?”

            The beating of her heart sped up again. 

            Of course she did. 

Some three hours later, feeling satiated (from dinner and from them), she sat in the center of the bed, legs crossed in the lotus position, eagerly awaitng Noah and Oliver to emerge from the bathroom. 

            Earlier that evening, after experiencing two more climaxes and Noah and Oliver finding their own release, the three of them had lain on the carpet, catching their breath amidst a haze of warmth, sweat, and lingering incense. Noah, before rising, ensured his plan had worked, turning to his girl with tender kisses and affectionate touches. Grateful and overwhelmed with happiness, she thanked both her boys, fighting back tears. 

            The moments that followed were perfect, marked by the contentment of their bodies and souls, and the slow return to calm after their hearts raced in unison.

            As night fell, a nervous energy tinged her behaviour, and Noah and Oliver were quick to notice as they emerged shirtless from the bathroom, clad only in boxers.

            Noah playfully crawled onto the bed, nudging her until they tumbled onto the mattress, giggles filling the room and lifting Oliver’s spirits higher as he joined them on the other side of the bed.

            “What’s on your mind?” Noah inquired, concern furrowing his brow, his fingertips playing notes at her clavicle. “Still thinking about your mother?”

            Shaking her head, she gazed into his warm brown eyes, appreciating every detail; the very unique curve of them, the length of his lashes. 

            “Is it the wedding, then?” He persisted, his embrace tightening reassuringly around her as Oliver pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her head. “You know nothing can stop us from getting married; not the government and its laws, not religion, not anyone. Nothing. We—”

            “It’s not that,” she interrupted gently, cherishing the weight of Noah against her. “I know nothing going to ruin that. I can’t wait to go shopping with Sylvie and try on dresses…” Oliver pressed against her, sandwiching her between his and Noah’s body. When she made mention of the dress, Oliver had a huge grin planted on his face, and unable to contain himself, he dipped his head into her neck to nibble on her shoulder and rip a giggle out of her. A few moments later, her hand stroking Oliver’s long hair, she acknowledged, “I don't want you to leave.” 

            But there was no way around it. Oliver had an early plane to catch, and he had to be at the airport by 6am. 

 

By midnight, Noah was sound asleep on his side of the bed, while Oliver lay in the same condition at the other end, one hand resting on his bare chest. Despite her efforts to find a comfortable position and try to catch some sleep, she couldn’t shake the sadness knowing Oliver would soon be leaving again. Even though they would reunite again in less than a week, the emotional and unexpected reunion had deepened her bond with her two boys, making it harder to be okay with the inevitable distance. 

            She didn’t want to spend a single day without them.

            She wanted every day to repeat as that very afternoon had unfolded, with Noah and Oliver taking turns inside her, their naked bodies pressed against hers, their sweat mingling, their wet kisses trailing across her skin. Every sigh, every moan, every look and touch—she yearned for it all. She wanted to live in the intensity of their gazes when they moved inside her and when they orgasmed, she wanted their laughter, their playfulness, how it affected their expressions, the same ones she wanted to capture forever—like Noah’s focused stare as he moved slowly in and out of her at a deadly tempo, never breaking eye contact until Oliver spanked him, provoking Noah to cock his head and throw him a sharp look and say, “Can you not? I was having a moment with her.”

            That had made her laugh, only spurring Oliver on, his smile filled with fascination and pride as he reached between Noah and her to fiddle with her nipple. Annoyed, Noah had shifted from caressing her to ramming her, and she had ended up reaching her climax around Noah’s cock amid moans and giggles. It had been momentous. The sex they’d had that afternoon between the three of them had been more than that. It had been energy that existed on its own, the exchange of it between the three of them. There was nothing more wonderful.

            However, the feeling of floating in paradise only lasted for so long. It was not permanent. It came and went. And it was Oliver’s time to leave.

At ten to five in the morning, the three of them stood in the entrance: Noah in his underwear, she in a T-shirt and panties, and Oliver dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, his backpack slung over his shoulder. She hugged him tightly, determined not to cry like a little girl. Oliver kissed her long and hard, assuring her that with Noah back, they would make time fly until he returned. 

            “As soon as I’m back next week, we can start looking for wedding venues,” he promised, kissing her hand where her engagement ring sat. 

            She smile was filled with sadness.    

            “I love you so much,” he told her. 

            “And I love you,” she replied, throwing her arms around his neck once more and kissing him dramatically, as if it were their last time seeing each other. She would forever be grateful for him and the other man standing beside her.  

            Reluctantly, she stepped back, wanting to prolong their goodbye but aware that Noah, who had just returned, also needed his moment. Her fingers brushed Oliver’s before letting go, allowing Noah to bid farewell. 

            After their parting kiss, Noah instructed him to call before boarding the plane.

            “You’ll be fast asleep; doubt you’ll pick up," Oliver chuckled. Noah growled, grabbing Oliver’s sweatshirt collar and pulling him close again. “Just call me,” Noah demanded, before pressing his mouth to his again and biting on his lower lip. 

            Five minutes later, Oliver’s Range Rover disappeared into the darkness that still flooded the neighborhood, and Noah closed the front door behind him to find a pitiful little face staring helplessly at him. 

            “Back to bed for cuddles?” he suggested, arms wide open for her.  

            She nodded with a pout, looking all adorable. With a small leap, Noah scooped her up, her legs finding their place around his waist and arms around his neck. Nestling her head into his neck, she heard him mutter something as they ascended the stairs. 

            “What was that?” 

            “I said that instead of ‘kitten’ I’m going to start calling you ‘koala’.”

            Chuckling into his shoulder, she let Noah guide them back to bed. Despite the mattress still holding Oliver’s scent and shape, Noah hugged her close, offering her shelter against his chest. She snuggled, finding comfort in the Crow Witch tattoo on Noah’s arm, pressing her cheek to the drawing, letting herself believe that Noah’s arms were wings that would forever envelop her in a promise of adoration and protection.

            Trying not to think that Oliver was gone, she focused on Noah’s gentle caresses and the kiss he placed on her head. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her was his whispered, “I love you.”

[circle-with-me]

Mercy

pairing: noah sebastian x female reader

tags/cw: 18+MDNI!! soft dom!reader, sub!Noah, mommy kink, use of sex toys, edging, overstimulation, unprotected vaginal intercourse, squirting.

word count: 1k

tag list: @deathblacksmoke @darksigns-exe @malice-ov-mercy @sitkowski @somebodyels3 @cncohshit @lacktoesandtoddlerants @cookiesupplier @collective-heartbreak @jilliemiw86 @collapsedglasshouses @broken0mens @lma1986 @somebodyels3 @shilohrosechicken @thisbicc @sprokat

authors note: this is for my dear @baddestomens who requested prompt 132. “You’ll have to beg for that” with subby!Noah (my beloved). hope it’s everything you wanted bb 💖

“Sorry, baby.” You whisper against your boyfriend’s inner thigh. “You’ll have to beg for that.”

A hoarse fuck is the only response you hear from Noah as his head thuds against the pillow. You bite and suck another bruise on his thigh next to the spot you just marked up, satisfied with your work. The hum of the bullet you have held to the tip of his cock is no doubt the reason for Noah’s shaking legs. Or, at least part of the reason.

You move to sit on the backs of your heels, removing the vibrator as you shift. Noah’s hand shoots to your wrist; his eyes wide in fear that you’re going to leave him like this. You quietly shush him to calm him down, pushing his hand away. When you slide your hands along his thighs to spread them as far as they’ll go, he shivers. You shuffle between them, admiring how pretty he looks laid out before you.

The tip of his cock is cherry red and leaking with precum. What wasn’t on the vibrator had pooled onto his belly. You collected it with the bullet, popping it in your mouth and humming at the taste. Noah whines and attempts to sit up but you push him back with your hand against his chest, leaning over him as he goes. You pull the bullet out of your mouth and drag it across his lips until they part and eagerly suck it into his mouth. The way his cheeks hollow and he bobs his head makes your mouth go dry.

“Maybe I should grab the strap instead. Make you choke and come on mommy’s cock.”

Noah moans a needy little sound. It’s one you’ve heard when he’s begging but this time it almost sounds pained. He shakes his head in disagreement but keeps his mouth around the vibrator. You cock an eyebrow at him.

“No?” You question him, ripping the vibrator from between his lips. “That desperate for my pussy, are we?”

“Yes,” Noah mumbles. His mouth is still so full of saliva that he swallows so he can speak coherently. “Yes. Need to be inside of you, honey.”

“I told you, baby.” You say, placing the vibrator back to his tip. “You’re going to have to beg for that.”

Noah cries out, his back arching off the bed. Tears prick the corner of his eyes as he writhes underneath you, a litany of pleas falling from his lips. You trail kisses down his jaw, neck, and chest, enjoying his begging. When his stomach grows taut and his hips buck, you pull the vibe away ruining his oncoming orgasm.

You don’t give him time to complain too much as you gather all of the saliva in your mouth, spitting it onto his cock below you. Taking him in hand, you give him a few good strokes before sinking down on him. The stretch is always dizzying, but tonight might be your undoing.

He whimpers your name, long tattooed fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, begging you to move. You manage to unroll your eyes from the back of your head and there’s no chance of you drawing this out any longer. Noah bites his lip, shakily exhaling the air he had been holding so he could keep himself together, but it causes you to crumble in the process.

You plant your hand on his chest, rotating your hips slowly. You’re barely holding yourself back when you hear him whisper “Oh God, fuck me,” through gritted teeth. String. Snapped.

The vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as you bounce on top of him. The feeling of his cock slamming into you filling every inch knocks the breath out of your lungs. Noah’s fingers dig into your ass, smacking the plump flesh to coax you on.

He pulls you down towards him, sucking your nipple into his mouth. He rolls the hardened bud around with his tongue and bites down hard, the sensation shooting right through you. You pull on his hair and he whimpers, biting down on you again.

Noah moans something unintelligible. He tries to repeat it at your request but you still can’t make it out. You grip his hair harder, dragging him off your breast as he whines and pants.

“It’s not nice to talk with your mouth full, sweet boy. Why don’t you try that again?”

“Please… I—Ah…please let me come.” He pants, groaning as you grind hard against him.

“I’ll let you come, baby. Don’t worry.” You say as you smile down at him. Noah sighs in relief, clawing at your hips to encourage you to move again. You resist him, lifting yourself until only the tip of his cock inside of you. You grab his chin to make him look at you.

“Make me come first and I’ll let you fill my pussy up.”

He’s begging before you even say the words.

“Pleasepleaseplease. Oh fuck, baby—PLEASE.”

He carries on with his supplication. The wanton chanting only becomes more desperate as your hips begin to roll.

“Fuck, your pussy is making me feel so good. Thank you, mommy. Thankyouthankyou.”

Noah calling you mommy has your pussy clenching around him, forcing more filth from his mouth. Warmth spreads through your body and you feel your orgasm approaching but it won’t quite reach its peak. You look down at Noah. He recognizes the look in your eyes immediately and reaches beside you for the vibrator. He turns it back on, pressing it against you.

The moment it touches your clit you jolt forward, burying your face into Noah’s neck. Your pace falters slightly but Noah eagerly bucks his hips into yours to make up for it. Your vision is white hot and as soon as you hear him grunt a strangled please, mommy in your ear, you’re soaking his cock, screaming so loud you’re certain the neighbors will call in a noise complaint.

You don’t even have to ask if he finished. The sated smile on his face when you get a look at him answers your question. He proposes a bath, once you’ve regained feeling in your legs, and it’s an offer you can’t refuse.

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Come Play - Noah Sebastian

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY, Pain Kink, Knife Kink/Knife Play, Blood Kink, Slight Blood Consumption, Ghostface Mask, Riding, P in V, unprotected sex, dirty talk, crying if you squint, not proof read bc i hate myself

Word Count: 1k

You sat perched on the end of your bed with your legs delicately crossed as you waited for Noah. The LED lights attached to the wall casted an ominous, red glow across the room. Soft, black lace barely covered your most intimate areas, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and covering your face and head, a Ghostface mask. You played with the bejeweled handle of a freshly sharpened knife as you kept your eyes on the doorway. He would be here soon; you had told him to give you 15 minutes and that time was almost up. 

You were alerted by heavy footsteps making their way down the hallway towards your bedroom that he was approaching. You waited patiently until finally he stood in the doorway. You heard Noah’s breath hitch and watched his eyes go wide as he laid his eyes on you; as he processed the scene in front of him. With your free hand you patted the spot next to you, “Come play.”

Without a word, he rushed over to sit down. You slowly pushed yourself off of the bed and stood in front of him, placing the tip of the knife ever so gently under his chin so that he would look up at you. Noah’s breathing picked up and he visibly gulped as he looked up at you, eyes glassy and full of need. “Don’t worry,” you murmured from behind the mask. “I won’t hurt you.”

A whimper of protest left his slightly parted lips, “Please.” 

With a featherlight touch, you began to trail the tip of your knife down his neck. “Or would you like that?” You questioned lowly, “Are you my little pain slut?” 

Noah let out a trembling moan in response to your words and the sensation of the knife trailing down his throat. “Mhm,” he whined. 

“You can do better than that, puppy,” you tilted your head to the side and the knife slowly came to a stop just above the collar of his shirt. “Use your words. What do you want?”

Another whine. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he opened them once more, “W-Want you to hurt me, please,” he breathed out. “I’m your little painslut.”

You let out a low chuckle, “Good boy.” You grabbed the collar of his shirt and used your knife to cut it off of him, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air. 

Once his skin was exposed, you placed the tip of the knife on his collar bone, lightly tracing it over his skin. Just as he began to get comfortable, breathing slowing down, you applied the slightest amount of pressure. Noah let out a hissing noise that faded out into a moan as the blade broke his skin, creating a small, bleeding cut. Small drops of blood dribbled down his chest and you couldn’t help yourself. You lifted the mask and leaned towards his chest. You pressed your tongue to his skin just below the droplets and licked up until your tongue made contact with his fresh wound. You gently began to suck at it. 

Heavy puffs of hair left Noah’s lips as he threw his head back, whining and moaning at the pleasant stinging sensation. You pulled off with a soft popping noise and moved your mask back into place before repeating the action on the other side. The metallic tang of Noah’s blood took over your tastebuds as you finished with the other side. With the mask still lifted, you gently kissed up his chest and neck until you met his lips. You slowly worked your tongue into his mouth and once you did, he moaned into your mouth at the taste of his own blood. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you began to pull away, lip slipping through your teeth as you did. 

Placing the mask back on your face, you gently pushed Noah back on the bed so that he was laying down and began to straddle him. You could feel his hardness against your ass and recognized that he was trying everything in his power to not rut up into you. Putting your weight on your knees, you lifted yourself up and reached down into his pants, wrapping a hand around his cock and pulling it out. 

Noah mewled at your touch, no longer able to hold back as he started to desperately fuck up into your hand. With your free hand you pushed his hips down into the bed, “Behave, puppy,” you warned. 

When his hips stopped moving, you took your hand off of them and pushed your panties to the side. You teased the leaking head of his cock by running it through your slick folds, relishing in the desperate whimpers coming from your boy. Finally, you began to slowly sink down, not stopping until he was fully inside of you. You watched Noah’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. 

He reached out and gripped your hips, holding you flush against him as he rolled his hips up into. You let out a deep moan and he moved his thumb over to rub quick circles on your clit. You clenched around him, resulting in a whine from Noah. You reached your high quick, your cunt spasming around his cock. Once you came down from your high, you started bouncing again, determined to get him to finish.

“I-I’m cl-close,” he whined out, tears spilling from his eyes. 

You grabbed the knife that you had abandoned earlier and pressed the dull part of the blade to his neck, not wanting to actually cause a great deal of harm to him. “Cum for me, puppy.”

Noah released a loud, guttural moan as his hips bucked up, painting your walls with milky white ribbons, his entire body began to shake as he unloaded into you. You swore he came more than he ever had before. Once he finally came down, you lifted yourself off of him, took the mask off, and laid down next to him.

“Happy Birthday, Noah.”