#sub!noah sebastian

[concretejunglefm]

had an insane thought about coaxing sub!Noah through his vocal warm-ups with a wand. ya know really testing his range of moans

- @somebodyels3

CW: smut including mentions of using a toy, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, men whimpering, and moaning.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

When you watch how effortlessly he falls to his knees on stage, it always takes you back to the moments before this, to when you had him alone in the greenroom for his warmup act. There is nothing that Noah loves more than performing for you in various ways, and naturally, you take full advantage of that.

“Come on, baby, I know you can do better than that.” You purr, watching the sweat glisten across his creased brow. Noah has been incredibly good to you up until now, producing the most beautiful sounds, but you’re aware that he possesses more that are higher pitched or primal sounding, if pulled from him right. All it takes is your encouragement and the delicate pink travel wand you brought along with you for this very purpose.

“I-I don’t…” He begins before the words falter into a whimper as he feels the wand’s pressure, his thighs trembling as the vibrations travel down his shaft and spread towards his already leaking tip.

You sit straddling him, shuffling back just far enough to peer down between you. You watch as his stomach muscles tremble and clench, knowing he’s fighting hard to hold on because you haven’t given him permission yet.

“Please…” he pleads with you, and your gaze meets his, instantly melting at the sight of him blissfully intoxicated by your relentless teasing.

Leaning forward, you trail your mouth along his jawline, gently grazing the shell of his ear with your teeth as you whisper, “I know you can be louder for me, my sweet boy.” You want to coax him, to hear him let go completely. Noah understands exactly what you’re seeking, however, unlike in your hotel room where he’d happily fall apart, uncaring about the thin walls, here he’s far too conscious of being overheard.

Shifting closer, you gradually raise the wand higher, pressing it against his tip. With each shift of your hips, you feel the other side of the wand pressing against your covered cunt, the fabric of your panties already soaked through as you sit there in only them, on his lap.

“Come on, baby, for me?” Your own moans start to escape your lips, and in response, Noah follows, encouraged by your sounds

“Fuck, that feels so good, doesn’t it?” He hums in agreement, and you intensify the vibrations, hearing the throaty growl he lets out in return.

With your free hand, you gently slide your fingers up into his hair, tugging at it roughly as you force him to look at you from beneath his hooded lids. “Don’t hold back on me, or I’ll stop.” A mischievous glint flashes in your eyes, conveying your seriousness.

You’ll stop and send him up on stage, half-hard and unsatisfied if necessary.

“Now, let’s try this again.” You purr against his ear and trail your tongue slowly down the side of his neck as he begins to release the sounds you know he’s been holding back, each one becoming more whiny and high-pitched than the last.

“Please, please, please… I need to cum. I’m so close, please.” Noah’s voice falters, and you can’t help but smirk, knowing just how close he is.

Your hips start to rock, grinding against the wand as you keep it firmly on his tip. The motion of you is another incentive, another thing he can feel but not fully experience. It’s no secret that you enjoy tormenting him even in the slightest ways. His hands are free to explore you, and they do, but you know he’s desperate to be inside you.

“Remember what I said? You can cum inside me after the show. Be a good boy, and I’ll let you remind me that I’m yours.” Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he lets out a grunt, a hint of frustration escaping that quickly fades into a moan with the growing intensity of the wand.

You can hear the rising sounds in his voice, you’ve always known he could create the most beautiful sounds, both through singing and in the bedroom, but right now, he sounds more pulled apart than you’ve ever experienced.

As you release his hair and watch his head fall back, he finally succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure that drives him closer and closer to the edge until he spills over him, you and the toy. The warmth of his cum coats his stomach and the front of your panties, and you feel the combination of your own wetness seeping through the fabric, causing them to melt into one.

You don’t stop, even when you look between you both to see him twitching and throbbing, the tip red and angry from being beyond overstimulation, and prolonging his release.

His sounds continue to come, pleas falling between the combination of moans and whimpers. But it’s his moans that seem to grow, becoming louder and choked as you watch a second climax erupt from him. The sound practically blends into a cry, and it’s beautiful, watching him fall apart to this extent.

As you lift your gaze, you reveal in it, enjoying the way his body trembles beneath you. He paints himself once more, being milked with every contract of his stomach muscles and the toy you keep pressed to him, his face completely washed with ecstasy.

You watch him, feeling proud of the extent to which you’ve pushed him, knowing that he’ll be thinking about this as he takes the stage, especially during the moments when he falls to his knees so effortlessly, just like he always does for you.

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[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

[ami--gami]

imagine noah softly fucking you while you're cuddling together. bodies entangled, feeling him thrust into you as you muffle your soft gasps against his chest. feeling him hold you close to his body, unable to escape from the blissful pleasure. hearing his sweet praises as his warm cum fills your tight pussy💕

[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.

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[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.

[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

[concretejunglefm]

a request made by @somebodyels3 where by you have priest sub!noah cuffed to a st. andrews cross 💕ps. thank you for the collar line hehe

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

CW: includes mentions of unprotected sex (p in v), edging, overstimulation, corruption kink, religious themes, sub/dom dynamic, kind of power dynamics, blasphemy, priest kink, slight manipulation, use of bondage equipment, dirty talk, men begging and whimpering, ruined orgasms, includes moments of aftercare.

Names: pup/puppy.

WC: 3.6k.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

There’s a room full of people Noah is expected to address, yet he finds himself struggling to keep his eyes from being drawn towards you. He’s delivering a sermon about God and loyalty, all while wearing a collar, concealed beneath the one signifying his unwavering promise to God, which promises him to you.

As he speaks, everyone is attentively listening to every word, but his eyes are fixed on you, eagerly awaiting any subtle change in your expression. While he has a congregation that eagerly seeks his approval and, by extension, the approval of God, he yearns for yours.

The thin black material of his long-sleeved shirt sleeves is tucked up a quarter of the way, revealing the intricate array of tattoos adorning his skin. His fingers discretely stroke across the thin strap of the thin pink harness he wears beneath, and he’s acutely aware that you’ve noticed it.

You share a glance, and for a fleeting moment, his breath catches in his throat, his voice quavering as he regains his composure. Because that’s what wearing it does now—it grounds him, primarily to you. Before you entered his life, he was genuinely devoted to God, but he had no idea what he was truly doing. It’s strange how he’s suddenly discovered a newfound purpose in serving you.

As the sermon concludes, murmurs of appreciation begin to rise among his congregation. They approach him, offering generous and kind words in exchange for his praise. Some hold his attention briefly, but never long enough for his eyes to not stray from the crowd and find you. You, standing across the room, eagerly await his approach, as if he were an eager puppy waiting for its owner’s call.

“Father,” you address him as he approaches, and he almost corrects you before remembering his present position over you.

The grin that spreads across his lips widens with a warmth that radiates from his chest at the sound of your name being uttered by him, as if it belongs there in his mouth and on his tongue—the way you do, even though he would much rather be falling to his knees before you and addressing you as ‘Domina’. However, he will settle for a polite 'ma’am' in public, the most appropriate way to address you, while still maintaining that sense of dominance over him.

“That was a beautiful sermon today,” you say, and he wonders if you noticed the parallels in his words.

He contemplates how expressing loyalty and devotion to God mirrors his own feelings for you, how you’ve become the central focus of his life.

“Thank you.”

You step forward, and his breath catches in his throat as your fingers brush over the front of his black shirt, tracing the exact spot where the straps of his harness sit. Your fingers sweep higher, adjusting his collar like a caregiver would a dependent, or like a dominant does their submissive.

“I hope to see you later, Noah,” you whisper, lowering your voice to ensure that no one nearby overhears your private conversation. Despite the inappropriate setting, his ears perk up, and he stands at attention, almost as if he’s drawn to your presence. “I believe my good boy deserves a reward.”

How close he is to losing all composure and surrendering to his submissive state for you, right here, right now. The presence of everyone around and his current duties are all that prevent him from completely falling into the subspace you guide him into. The temptation you’ve allowed him to succumb to.

Before leaving, Noah receives your one final word, a final instruction, and you know he will willingly obey. “Mine. Tonight. 7 o’clock.”

He watches you intently as you slip through the rows of people, but the faint scent of your perfume lingers—intoxicating. He has to remind himself where he is and that he currently has a job to do, lest he follow after you like the obedient puppy you’ve turned him into.

As he stands there, his eyes still locked onto the space long after you’ve left, he realizes how uncomfortable his slacks have become. The dark fabric makes it easy to conceal the growing bulge, but it’s discomfort is now glaring, and all he can think about is slinking back into his private office and fisting his cock while tugging on the collar you gifted him. Though he doubts he’d actually succeed in freeing his cock before he spills his seed everywhere.

An hour ago, you sat across from him, sharing an intimate dinner—one you had prepared together, though Noah had taken the lead, being the better cook. Now, his long limbs are spread out and restrained against the St. Andrew’s cross, his body completely open to you in trust.

This isn’t the first time an evening has led you here, fulfilling desires whispered between shared glances and lingering touches. But tonight is different. Tonight, you’ve brought him into a space that’s entirely yours—a sanctuary of quiet control and devotion. Here, there’s no need for words—just the steady rhythm of his breath, the warmth of his skin, and the soft clink of metal as you fasten him in place. He trusts you, watching you with that quiet, unwavering gaze—the one that speaks of surrender not out of obligation, but out of love.

Securing him had been a challenge in itself, his amusement evident as he allowed you to struggle with the restraints, his lips twitching with each minor setback. When he finally showed mercy, cuffing one wrist himself, you reciprocated with a kiss—several, in fact, soft and sweet, pressed against his lips, his jaw, and the hollow of his tattooed throat. It was a promise, a thank you, and a silent declaration of how much this means to you—to have him like this, not just restrained, but willing, trusting, and yours.

His heart had pounded in his chest all evening, a steady rhythm of anticipation, but now, it has settled. His body is relaxed, and his expression softens as he watches you secure his second wrist. You have to stand on a stool to reach him, pushing onto your tiptoes, and the fondness in his eyes is undeniable. It’s not just obedience or desire—it’s adoration.

When you finally step back, taking him in—bared before you, waiting and trusting—he exhales, a slow, contented sigh.

Noah is yours. Entirely. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

There’s a poetic irony in a priest being tied to a St. Andrew’s cross. A man of restraint willingly restrains himself. A man who preaches purity and self-control embraces vulnerability and relinquishes control in a way that is carnal, succumbing to desires of that nature.

You’ve transformed from his temptress, luring him in temptation, to his divine being, the sole object of his worship, the center of his devotion, and the subject of his prayers. That’s how he speaks now, whispering your name between breaths as he silently pleads for you. A strained ‘domina’ escapes his lips in a gasp as another moan follows.

He appears ethereal, suspended from your wall like a revered religious figure. You worship him in your own unique way, pulling him apart at the seams as you encourage him to embrace his desires and strive to bring him pleasure.

You can’t help but admire how handsome he looks, his skin flushed so much that even his tattoos can’t hide it. Your fingertips gently caress his stomach, and he arches his back as he tries to push into your touch. The sounds coming from his throat are desperate, and you feel your clit throbbing. Every moment of teasing him is teasing you, yet you can’t resist prolonging the anticipation. You haven’t even reached your initial plan yet, having too much fun building him up to it.

Noah has no idea how long he’s been suspended here, your hands exploring every inch of him, his cock twitching even with the slightest touch. He was fully hard the moment you freed him, but now his cock stands painfully hard, throbbing with anger and redness as it leaks another trickle of precum.

Every time you bring him closer to the edge, he believes this will be it, that you’ll finally let him fall over. Instead, you watch, marveling at the way his body trembles, his stomach muscles clenching before rubbing your hand against his sensitive tip, ruining any chance of a genuine orgasm, any chance of a release that doesn’t push him higher than he already is.

Pained whimpers escape his lips, forming a soft, whispered plea. He’s begging for release, for you, for something, because that’s what he needs right now and he knows you’re aware of it—that you’re choosing to tease him and prolong the pleasure.

“What is it, puppy? What do you want?” You coo, your voice laced with a playful undertone of condescension.

You’re aware of his desires, and Noah is too. He understands that you’re hoping he’ll use his words to express what he so desperately wants, but he can’t because he’s struggling to find the right ones outside of a repetitive string of soft “please,” hoping you’ll take pity.

“Please what?” Your mock pout captures his attention, and he whimpers in response. You’re taunting him so much that he can barely think clearly.

“Fuck… fuck me…” Noah stammers, his cock twitching, throbbing, and yearning for release, for you.

“You want to fuck me?”

He gazes down at you, his hair cascading around him. He nods eagerly, hoping you’ll give into his request.

As you step closer, his eyes widen as he watches your hand reach out and wrap around his shaft. He twitches in your hand at the touch, another moan escaping his lips. His overly sensitive state has pushed him to the brink already.

“Beg for it.” You command. His eyes widen as he lifts his head, tilting it like a puppy questioning its owner’s command. “You heard me, you want to fuck me, then beg to.”

Noah, utterly wrecked with desperation, begins to whimper and beg, “Please—just let me fuck you. I can’t take this anymore. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good for you, just let me—please—”

As you approach, he watches your thighs parting as you widen your stance to bring his cock between them

The contact against your folds makes him hiss, his head lifting and pressing back against the leather of the cross behind him. His hips jerk as you push the tip between your folds, allowing him to feel the wetness of your pussy as you begin to slowly rub yourself along his shaft, coating him further with a mixture of your arousal.

Soft moans escape your throat as the pressure of his cock against your clit finally begins to alleviate some of your own aching need.

As Noah pushes forward, he feels the tip press against your entrance, enticing you to make more needy sounds. He yearns to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around him.

“Come on, pup, fuck me then.” You tease, and Noah feels the growing frustration as he tries to buck and angle his hips, but he fails to get anywhere near what he wants. Instead, he falls to rutting between your thighs, desperately seeking his release.

He manages to get it, just slightly, before you stop him. His entire body trembles as ropes of cum splatter between your thighs and fall between you to the floor, adding to the mess from his already dripping precum.

“Oh, you’re a very naughty puppy!” Your voice barely reaches Noah’s ears, drowned out by the throbbing in his body. His orgasm is a slow, tentative growth, barely able to fully blossom, yet it keeps him in a haze, as he clings to this moment with desperate intensity.

“You’re lucky I don’t drag you down from there and make you get on all fours to clean up your mess.” You try to scold him, but it only elicits a moan because it sounds like a wonderful punishment if you expect him to clean your thighs. He’s already felt how slick they are with your arousal, and his tongue even licks across his lips at the thought.

How he wishes he could be between them right now, worshiping you how he loves to the most.

“Maybe I will let you fuck me.” That pulls him back, as does the sensation of your hand stroking along his twitching, sensitive cock, your palm squeezing him and causing his hips to jerk in response. “You look so needy, so desperate.”

He is. God, he is, and all he can think about is finally being inside of you.

Noah watches intently as you position yourself, turning your back to him before spreading out your legs and leaning forward, offering yourself to him. He can see the way your pussy glistens, so warm and inviting, that it makes him let out a needy breath.

“Show me how much you want to fuck me.” You purr, enticing him, glancing over your shoulder at him as his hips push forward and his tip just grazes your folds.

One wrong move sends him slipping away, and he whines before trying again.

A second time, you hear his frustration in the way he huffs before you take pity on him, returning his earlier gesture and reaching around to grasp him.

As you guide his cock towards you, you rub him between your folds with a soft moan and push back, allowing him to feel your wet entrance before he meets you with a thrust.

Just the tip of his cock pushes into your tight hole, drawing him in deeper and making him let out a moan of satisfaction. It’s a moan of relief, as though he’s finally found what he’s been seeking.

Such a desperate man, falling apart all for you, and he has no shame.

Sweat covers almost every inch of his skin, and his body still trembles from how sensitive he has become. However, he refuses to let this hold him back. His thrusts are erratic and desperate, mirroring his own state of mind, and he slips out easily, especially when it’s only past the tip he can push into you because you’re deliberately standing away from him.

“Come on, Noah, I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

The use of his name instead of a pet name makes him whine, his eyes pleading as you gaze at him, yearning for mercy once more. However, you remain unmoved and persist in coaxing him, rolling your hips and feeling his tip gently caress your folds with each of his attempts.

“Just arch your hips a little more,” you instruct him. He tries, oh how he tries. He pushes his hips out as far as the apparatus he’s restrained to will allow. Frustrated whimpers escape his lips as he bucks his hips and ruts into the air, as if that somehow magically brings him closer.

He’s so far gone that he doesn’t even care how desperate he appears in this state. He’s reduced to nothing, and all he needs and desires is you. He’s so close to achieving his own personal nirvana that it feels cruel that you’re holding it out of reach. Until finally…

Either you push back, or he manages to arch himself in a way that gives him enough reach, that finally feels himself sinking into you. Soft whimpers of gratitude escape him as he begins to buck his hips, thrusting himself deeply and erratically into you, completely disregarding the sloppiness of his movements, driven solely by his desire for you and the lust that has clouded his judgment.

When you throw your head back with loud moans, it makes his cock throb inside you. The warm, wet feeling of your cunt tightening and drawing him closer to the brink of his climax makes him let out choked whimpers. He barely manages to find his words as he keeps himself arched in the position as best he can.

The telltale signs are there as he feels the familiar sensation creeping up his spine, making him lightheaded after already being pulled to dizzying heights by your constant teasing and edging.

Just as he feels himself ready to fall over, you slip away, causing him to release a loud and needy whine, “Please… don’t stop. I need it. I need you to take me, to use me. Please, don’t stop.” He sounds so desperate, begging as his hips continue rutting in the air, his climax ruined once again.

At this point, he feels his body shuddering, unsure if he’s being held up solely by the willpower or the restraints. The dribble from his cock is pathetic, barely a release, barely actual cum. The sensation is heavy and tight in his balls, making him whine even more, needy and desperate. “Please—God, please—I’ll do anything, I’ll say anything, just don’t leave me like this. I can’t take it; I’ll lose my mind, I swear—please, I need you, I need it, I need—“ Tears are pressing to his eyes now, unable to control the painful need to cum, the need for you that has him teetering on the edge.

The moment you turn to look at him, the click of your tongue as if ready to scald him once more, makes his cock twitch.

“Please—I’ll beg on my knees, I don’t care—just…just don’t leave me like this. I can’t—I can’t—please—” at that moment, the pressure of your hand against his stomach makes him tense, gasp, and his muscles contract beneath it. He can’t help but rely on your touch to propel himself forward; his eyes, though heavy, tearful, and pleading, focus solely on you.

Faint whimpers escape as he repeatedly tenses his muscles until the sharp graze of your nails is enough to send him careening over the edge. Even without you wrapped around him, his body violently shakes with the intensity of his climax, a white-hot heat that surges through him and pulls a loud whining moan from his throat.

He hadn’t even had a proper chance to fuck you, yet here he was, cumming from just your touch on his stomach. He almost feels ashamed, but also proud of the profound influence you have over him, because there’s no one else he’d rather be under the control of more than you.

You’ve shown him heaven, Noah is certain of that. Every time you’ve come together, it’s been nothing short of a euphoric experience. But on this particular occasion, he experienced a whole new level of pleasure.

After a much-needed warm shower and some food, he’s nothing short of clingy, climbing onto you like an oversized lapdog as he rests his larger frame against yours. He sinks between your spread thighs, making himself at home. Despite his damp locks splayed out across you, he tucks his head against your chest.

The soothing sensation of your fingers against his scalp lulls him into a state of comfort during the comedown. It always felt like the most challenging part, where grounding himself becomes increasingly difficult.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes close, his head against your chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat, before your gentle voice draws his attention and his head tilts back, allowing him to peer up at you.

“You did so well tonight, sweetheart.”

He has the urge to hide his face from you, to seek solace in the embrace of your neck and inhale the floral scent of the body wash you both used during your shared shower. However, he resists, gracefully accepting your praise with a subtle smile that graces the corner of his mouth.

“Really?” He doesn’t mean to sound surprised; it’s mostly because this is all still so new to him. You’re exploring together, and while you’re the one teaching him, he can still sense that you’re still finding your footing with things. “As were you,” he adds, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks.

At your request, he tilts his head, allowing you to lean down and meet him for a kiss. The contact is needed more than ever.

In his mind, he believes he could cling to you here forever. He always does afterward, but especially tonight. There was something more intimate about what had transpired and the trust you shared, especially from Noah. He had already given his promise to you, wearing it in the form of his collar, which now lay on the bedside, ready for the morning. However, allowing you to have complete control, the way he had, was a new level of trust and devotion—one tied to his complete adoration of you.

His eyes close once more as your gentle fingertips trace the bare skin of his chest, following the intricate patterns of ink spread across his body.

“Desolate,” you murmur, and Noah shifts, his eyes barely open as he watches you trace the word. “Do you still feel this way?”

It’s as if he doesn’t feel the need to explain his reasoning behind the word. He doesn’t dismiss it as a meaningless word or share more than he’s comfortable with, because you don’t pry, and you never have.

For a moment, he contemplates the word, the weight of its meaning, and the emotions he felt during that time when it truly resonated with him. As his head tilts back, his eyes gaze up at you, filled with adoration, and he feels the warmth radiating through him once again.

“Not anymore,” he offers as his answer, turning his head and pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. In return, you lean down and meet a kiss on the top of his head, nestling comfortably against him.

Closing his eyes once more, he finds a sense of peace as he melts against you, listening to the gentle, steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his own chest feeling more full of love than ever before.

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[erraomens]

Look at You, Taking It So Well

Noah x Female!Reader word count : 940 words prompt . i saw the size of his hand next to that controller and now i wake up in a cold sweat whispering "yes, sir." warnings/ tags. soft dom!noah sebastian, lap straddling, hand kink, oral fixation, filthy finger sucking, spit play, casual dominance, clothed grinding, noah’s joggers are the real enemy here, praise kink, overstimulation, dom/sub tension, unspoken power exchange, emotional damage via his hands, minor brattiness, slightly feral reader behavior. tag list . @lacy1986 , @fadingangelwisp , @bloody-spades , @flowery-mess , @chey-h , @w0manof-flesh44 a/n. this is not a fic. this is a spiritual crisis brought on by one (1) man stretching his tattooed hands like he wasn’t about to spiritually rearrange me. if you've ever watched him hold a controller or a mic and felt yourself ascend and shatter simultaneously—welcome. you are no longer alone.

It starts with the way he stretches his fingers out in front of you, casually flexing the tendons beneath inked skin, like he knows you’re watching. Like he’s purposely doing it to see how you react to such simple movements. 

Those hands—tendons flexing under inked skin, accentuating—rest on his thighs like a threat or a promise. You aren’t sure which, but both seem to turn you on. He leans back in his gaming chair, legs spread in those black joggers he always lives in as he stretches his arms over his head, turning to look at where you sat on the edge of his bed.

You avert your gaze quickly, as if looking was a crime and he would punish you if caught. But the question is, why look away if that is exactly what you wanted? His lips pull into a smirk, devilish–tempting, moving his hand to his thigh, fingers tapping against the fabric—and murmurs: “C’mere.”

You don’t even hesitate, which you consider shameful seeing as he didn’t have to do much in order for you to bend to his words. He had that effect on you.

By the time you straddle his hips, knees digging into the material of the chair, his hands are already on your thighs—massive hands that wrap around them like it’s nothing, dragging you forward until your chest brushes his and your heart's in your throat. You could feel his breath on your lips and he hums, smirking as his hands move up over your ass and just under the hem of your shirt.

He is looking at you like he is contemplating what to do, maybe even like he is letting you think that you have some semblance of control before he rips it away from you. 

"You're staring again," he mutters, low and amused, his thumb brushing over your skin casually, like it’s second nature and not like it is enough to have you on your knees begging. "You going to be a good girl, or am I going to have to make you beg?"

You don’t answer. Not with words. Instead, you lean in and take his fingers into your mouth—slow, controlled, desperate as you fuck them in like they’re his cock. Hollow cheeks, tongue moving along the digits, moaning around the stretch. Eyes flutter shut while your mouth works his hand, your hips shift, grinding down on his lap, unable to help yourself.

His breath catches in his throat, a low broken laugh tumbling out as his head presses back against the headrest of his chair. “Fucking hell, baby. That doing it for you?”

You moan in response, hips moving against him harder, moving yourself over the hard line of his cock straining against the fabric of his joggers. He’s not trying to hide it, he wants you to feel it, and when he looks at you again his pupils are blown. His smile is gone, lips parted as lust clouds his gaze, and he can’t decide if he’s impressed by the way your tongue is moving against his fingers, or if he is seconds from snapping. Bending you over his desk and taking what he wants.

“Unreal,” he breathes, voice low and rough, fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt at your lower back, moving you over him, causing enough friction for you to gasp against his fingers. “Sittin’ in my lap, sucking my fingers like that... Fuck.”

“All it takes are my fingers and you fall apart, huh?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Could’ve had my dick, and you still went for these first.”

You hum around his fingers, nodding, drooling messy over your lips as you open your eyes, and he can see how fucked out you were just by doing this. He watches it glisten, watches the way your mouth moves like it was made for this. For him. You’ve lost all semblance of control, letting more spit drip out, watching as his jaw clenches and his cock twitches under you as it trailed down his hand. 

“Keep going like that and I’m not gonna make it—or maybe that’s what you want,” he growls, the smirk that played on his lips threatening to fall apart, unsure how much longer he could keep this up. He grips your hips, fingers digging in tight as he starts to move you for him—slow, deliberate, mean—guiding the rhythm with one hand alone.

“You wanna come just like this?” he murmurs, fingers pressing deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes, whimpering as you continue to guide him down your throat. “Grinding on my cock while you choke on my fingers? Is that what you’re after?”

Your hips stutter as you nod, lips parting, desperate now, and his smile fades, something darker settling in his eyes. It was like the switch flipped, and you whined louder, head nodding as you practically begged him to keep going. That was the look you were desperate for. The one that promised trouble. The one you knew you’d beg for anyway.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, your lips swollen from working him, and you can’t help but pout, looking absolutely ruined just by sucking on his fingers.

“Then open your mouth,” he demands, voice rough and low, slipping his fingers into his own mouth for a moment. He moved to drag his thumb over your lower lip, watching as your tongue practically chased the digit, and gave in by pressing his fingers hard against your tongue and pressing his fingers of his other hand to your throat. “And don’t you fuckin’ stop moving.”

[ami--gami]

longhair!noah is such a cutie. i'd love to just pick him up and absolutely RUIN him. he seems like he'd make the prettiest noises 💕

[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.

[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

[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)

[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.

[concretejunglefm]

Let me talk about casual dominance with sub leaning bestfriend!noah, for a sec.

The way he always waits for you to take the lead, following you like a devoted puppy, his big brown eyes wide and eager to stay on you. He particularly relishes in those moments when your touch guides him, whether it’s a gentle touch on his arm, wrist, back, or hand. He willingly follows your lead, without any resistance.

In these times, you’ll notice him always leaning into your touch, as an added pleasure of being claimed by you. Unlike your other friends, you never touch them in this way. Your hand never lingers, your fingers don’t comb through their hair, subtly adjusting it, or you never take a moment to readjust their shirt or the collar of their jacket—only him. Your focus and attentiveness are always on him, and he melts into that, eating it up completely.

The way he seeks your approval is another aspect of this. Whether it’s during a one-on-one conversation or a group setting, his eyes always find their way to you, eagerly awaiting your subtle nod of approval or the sly knowing smirk you give. These moments always leave him with a fluttering of butterflies in his stomach, and a blush spreading across his cheeks, to the tips of his ears. Naturally, his favorite way to receive your approval is verbally, such as when you say, “good boy,” which makes him practically preen. However, his other favorite phrases include; “that’s my sweet boy,” “i like it when you listen to me,” “look at you, always so eager to please, aren’t you?”, “i’m proud of you,” and “you just can’t help but be good for me, can you?”

When you have your hand on his jaw, guiding him to look at you, that subtle possessive claim over him as you maintain eye contact, you can almost hear the faint whimper, and feel him trembling beneath your touch, while noting the soft plea in his eyes. He wants and needs something from you, anything.

When you’re sitting together, he’ll always sit below you, whether it’s on the floor or slouching in his chair close to you and he’ll always have a hand casually resting near or on you, as a reminder of your connection, whether it’s through your silent instruction or his own willingness to remain claimed by you.

Gifts are another way of feeding his willing submissive nature towards you, he’ll wear them with pride, especially the jewelry you get him. It’s like you’re ‘collaring’ him, a subtle way of expressing your dominance in the relationship, and while your dynamic has not yet changed, he continues to show his devotion to you by wearing these gifts.

He also enjoys having you choose his clothes, which is another subtle way for him to acknowledge your claim and fulfill his desire for your approval.

He’s your best friend, practically the perfectly trained pet who will do anything you ask, even without you having to tell him. He’ll carry your bag, open doors, clean up after you, and even take care of odd jobs around the house that you haven’t gotten to yet. He looks out for you because he knows that you take care of his well-being in return.

Noah’s submissive nature allows you to call him from anywhere in the room. Whether you verbally call him, make eye contact, or gesture with your finger, he’ll come over on command and stand at attention, eagerly awaiting your instructions. Sometimes, it’s an exhilarating experience to witness his unwavering obedience in a crowded setting. He will eagerly fulfill any task you assign to him and remain firmly by your side, never leaving you, a gentle hand resting on your back, while your possessive hand settles on his shoulder, or the back of his neck, reminding him of his rightful place—belonging to you and always by your side.

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[darksigns-exe]

whisk away your heart sigh - nick folio x f!reader x noah sebastian

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mentions of chastity devices, swearing, orgasm denial, the tender beginnings of a throuple

word count: 4k

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You’ve been with Nick first, and discovering his preferences had been a slow journey.

He’d needed so much encouragement and guidance to find his way around this. But once he realises that being submissive like this feels really good, he’s basically putty in your hands. 

He’s always been rather devotional when he’s between your thighs, but once you’d figured out that tugging on his hair a little and telling him how good he’s doing will practically turn his brain into mush, it’s all you want. 

You’ve slowly adapted to this. What has started as a purely bedroom-based thing, steadily becomes a more prominent part of your relationship. 

Over time, you’ve figured out that Nick likes having a physical reminder of your dynamic, so he ends up with a pendant on a chain to make sure that he remembers his place even when he is so very far away from you. 

He likes being at your whim, being so close to you, but at the same time being denied the thing he wants so desperately. He’ll wait so very patiently for your go ahead, even if there’s nothing he’d rather do than bury his face between your thighs. 

An encounter where you tell him to be patient and hold back his climax piques his interest in denial. After that, there’s a ground rule that says that he can only finish after he’s been given permission. You eventually have a discussion about chastity devices that ends with you browsing an online store. 

When the parcel shows up at your place, you think that he’s going to lose his courage about it. But he’s so good, although you can tell that he’s nervous about trying this. You’ve selected a few options to try out. Different materials and sizes so that you can find the perfect thing for him. 

The cage quickly becomes his favourite thing. 

He likes knowing that you’re in charge of his pleasure, and he knows that you’ll treat him so nicely. 

Nick is pretty good at hiding this all from his bandmates. He doesn’t need them to know that there’s little he’d rather do than sit by your feet and wait for your next move. He doesn’t need them to know that likes it when his girlfriend tells him that he’s a good boy — or that he’s currently trying to figure out how to convince you to let him unlock the cage for just a moment. 

And that’s how Noah finds out. All he’d wanted was a quick visit to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and instead he’s pressing his ear to the door, trying to hear what Nick is up to. 

He knows that he shouldn’t listen, but the first little sound he’d heard from Nick had drawn his interest. A pretty little whine, so frustrated and pent-up. 

He quickly figures out that Nick is talking to you, and he gets it touring gets lonely, if he’d had someone to call, he’d do the same. 

And he’s happy for Nick.  

He’d been so excited to introduce you to the group and thankfully everyone got along great. 

What he hears next shakes Noah to the core. 

“Please. I need it just for a moment — mommy please.”

Hearing how desperate Nick sounds sends a shiver down his spine. He can’t stop himself from imagining Nick with a tight hand around his cock, asking to be allowed to cum. The sounds he makes behind the door have him rock hard in no time, it’s wrong, and he really should go back to bed, but he just can’t tear himself away. 

“O-okay. I’ll be good. I promise. I just — I need you so bad.”

I’ll be good. 

Noah can practically see Nick with his pretty brown eyes looking all pleading and — he can't think about his friends like that. 

Noah finally manages to tear himself away from the door and quickly slips back into bed before Nick exits the bathroom again. It’s one thing to listen to your friend and bandmate having an obviously intimate conversation with his partner, he doesn’t need to be caught doing it. 

Nick eventually comes back, seemingly none the wiser. Noah tries to ignore the need to touch himself until he can slip into the same bathroom to take care of himself. It’d be bad enough that he’s thinking about Nick, sounding so desperate when he finally gets a hand on himself a little while later. But it’s infinitely worse that he imagines you too. He wants to know what you look like when Nick calls you that. Is he on his knees for you when he does it? Do you tangle your hand into his hair to make him say it?

It’s not his proudest moment, but it gives him a climax that hits him like a brick wall. 

Noah hadn’t expected you to visit them for the last few shows. He can’t help but look out for moments between you and Nick that’ll tell him more about that side of your relationship. To the uninitiated it may seem as if Nick is just extra touchy after not having seen his girlfriend for a few weeks, but knowing what he knows, he’s sure that he can see it. Or maybe he’s just looking for something. 

He notices the subtle touches, the looks you exchange, how you place your hand on Nick's waist once in a while. 

He can’t stop looking, and to god he hopes that neither you nor Nick notice it. 

He thinks he’s thoroughly found out when he zones out on your hand high up on Nick’s thigh. 

But it isn’t until the three of you go for a quick lunch later that day that he realises that you’ve long figured him out. 

“Noah, be a good boy and hand me the ketchup.”

His brain melts on the spot. 

He knows that he likes the idea of this. 

He likes the idea of someone treating him all soft and sweet and commanding. 

But he doesn’t have a lot of practical experience with this. 

“Noah?” Your voice pulls him out of the fog again. 

“I’m sorry.” he stutters quickly, handing you the bottle.

He doesn’t miss the smirk on your face, or the knowing look plastered across Nick’s. 

“Thank you, dear.” 

He feels his cheeks tinge at the pet name. Noah knows that he needs to get a grip on himself — quickly. 

“Am I making you nervous, Noah?”

He shakes his head immediately, fully knowing that he’s lying. 

He’s never been this nervous around a girl — a girl in a relationship with one of his closest friends — before. 

“Don’t lie to me. Nicky knows what happens when you lie.”

Noah chances a look at him and — oh his entire face is bright red as he tries his hardest to avoid your glance. 

“A little.” Noah corrects himself. 

“Thought so.” You shift yourself towards him, making it clear that you’re focusing on him, “You know you’re not as subtle as you think you are. Nick heard you in front of the door that night. And he heard you rush off to the bathroom later. What did you think he was asking for?”

He glances between you and Nick, obviously getting more and more nervous. 

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and finish this conversation there?” You say then, sensing that this might be easier for him in a more private space, “I’ll pay for this, and then we’ll go.”

It’s a subtle thing, but it makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside and when looks over to Nick he gets the feeling that he feels similarly. 

You’re barely back at the hotel when you spring the question on Noah once more. 

“So?” You shoot him a pointed look, “What did you think he was asking for? Do you think he was asking if he could touch himself? Or do you think he was asking if he could finish?”

You know it’s a gamble. If Noah is anything like Nick was in the beginning, there’s a chance that he could seize up on you. 

You don’t have to check to know that next to you, Nick is as red as a beet. 

Noah squirms in the armchair opposite you. 

“Noah.” You say a little more sternly this time. 

“D-did he ask to touch himself?”

You watch him for a moment, keeping an intent stare on him. 

“Did you like hearing him ask for my permission?”

You think that you have an idea of where he stands on the matter, but making him say it himself is just so nice. 

Noah nods. 

“Is that what you want? Someone who tells you what to do.” You rise from the sofa and cross the brief distance towards him, “Someone who will take care of you?”

You place a gentle hand on his cheek, and he practically melts into your touch. 

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Your thumb drifts across his cheek, “I promise that we’ll take such good care of you.”

He looks up at you then with the widest eyes. 

“Do you want this Noah? I need to hear you say it.”

He looks so pretty like this you think with strands of his freshly cropped hair sticking to his forehead. He blinks up at you a few times, seemingly trying to find the right words. 

“I want it.” He says eventually, voice so soft that you’d miss it if you hadn’t been listening out for it, “Please.”

“Did you hear that, Nick, you were right. You said he’d fold so quickly.” You keep your voice soft, trying not to make him shy away from you, “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa for me, Noah. I’ll be right with you.”

You step out of his way, moving to the en suite to freshen up for a moment. You know that the boys will be fine on their own for a moment, Nick will keep him entertained. Knowing him, he’s probably telling Noah all about what he can expect right now. 

You take your time to build a little more suspense. 

Nick shimmies back to his side of the sofa just as you return to the room. 

“Nick darling, sit over there will you. You get to watch today.”

Nick gives you a soft smile before quickly doing what you’ve asked of him. He’s always so good for you, so quick to follow your instructions. 

“Have you done something like this before?” Noah shakes his head, “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. Are you okay with me touching you?”

He nods, and you decide that it’s time to set up the first rule. 

“I need you to give me verbal confirmation when I ask you something. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. See, that wasn’t so hard. Now let me ask you again, are you okay with me touching you?” 

“That’s okay.” 

“Good boy.” You say softly, placing your hand against his cheek, drawing your thumb over his skin, “All I’m asking of you is that you listen to what I say and stick to it, understood?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to get you off. You’ll hold off your climax until I tell you that you can finish. Does that sound good?”

He visibly shivers, “That’s good.”

“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”

“I think so.”

You explain it again, making sure that he understands what you’re saying. 

Once you’ve answered all of Noah’s remaining questions, you ask him to get undressed. You can sense a hint of shyness in him at doing this in front of his friend, but he manages to shake it off. 

You watch as he undresses with the shakiest hands, and you find yourself reminded of your first encounter with Nick. 

He hesitates when he reaches his boxers. 

“Do you want to come and sit here with me? You can leave your underwear on for the moment.” You say, taking mercy on him. 

“Where should I —?”

You shift, making space between your thighs, “Here’s fine.” 

His eyes flick over to Nick, who gives him a faint nod. The exchange makes you smile, watching your sweet boy guide him so subtly warms your heart. 

Noah fits himself between your thighs, still hesitant and not really allowing himself to touch you. 

You carefully guide him back against your chest. 

“There you go, sweetheart. All nice and relaxed.” You say as you let your hands drift across his tummy. 

The muscles beneath his skin jump beneath your fingers. 

“This is the first time you’re letting someone else take control?” You ask softly, still caressing his skin. 

Noah lets out a breathy little noise, “Yes.”

“Have you thought about this before?”

“I — I thought I couldn’t —“ he sighs, “The people I was with wanted me to be in control.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“A little.” His replies sound shakier with every pass of your fingers across his skin, “I tried for them.”

“I bet you did. But tonight is all about you.” To seal the words, you press a kiss to his bare shoulder, “I’ll treat you so good.”

You finally brush your fingers across the by now, obvious tent in his boxers. He gasps so sweetly for you. 

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Please.”

You tease your fingers along the waistband of boxers, “Can I take these off?”

 “You can.” He says, voice trembling like a leaf. 

You push the waistband down, slowly exposing more of his skin. Noah instinctively pushes his hips up, allowing you to take his underwear off properly. 

He winces when his cock slaps up against his tummy. 

“Oh honey. You’re so hard, aren’t you?”

Noah whines out a yes in response. 

Your fingers trail across the underside of his length, “I love the sounds you make. I wonder what else I can pull from you.” 

You finally wrap your hand around him. He doesn’t feel too different from Nick. If you didn’t have other plans for him today, you’d imagine that he’d feel so very good inside of you. 

“I know, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” You say so sweetly when he lets out a pretty little whine, “You’ll be good though, won’t you?”

You briefly think that he’s just going to give you another whine in response, but instead, Noah pleasantly surprises you. 

“I’ll be good. Please don’t stop.” He chokes out, dropping his head back against your shoulder. 

You keep your movements slow and teasing. You want to draw his climax out for as long as you can. 

The more you play with him like this, the easier it becomes to read him. The little stutters in his breathing, the way the muscles under his skin flutter when you draw your hand across his tummy. 

He’s an open book and you adore it. 

With Nick, you’d had to lure it to the surface, but Noah wears his pleasure on his face. His sighs and moans tell you exactly when you need to slow your movements down. 

You draw the tips of your fingers across the tip of his cock. The soft stuttered sound that falls from him almost makes you want to let him finish. 

Almost. 

You remove your hand from his cock and in response, Noah lets out a needy little gasp. 

“You’re doing so good for me, honey. You can last a bit longer for me, can’t you?”

He whines so pitifully. 

“Y-yes.” 

You let him rest for a moment longer. Noah’s staggered breathing tells you that he’s so very close. You resume your previous rhythm, working your hand along his length, so slowly and tortuously. 

Noah babbles and whines, pleading with you to let him finish. He writhes against your chest, desperately trying to feel more. You press your lips against his jaw. 

“Stay still Noah. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

His pretty little whines fill your ears with fuzz. 

“Please – I’ve been good. Please, it feels so good.” he rambles on. 

Noah’s face is contorted in pleasure. 

He’s trying so hard to keep himself together. 

“He’s doing so good, isn’t he, Nick?” You ask then, “What do you think, should I let him finish?”

You look over to where he’s sitting, watching intently, just as you have asked of him.

“I want to see it.” He replies quietly. 

Normally, you’d scold him for being so demanding, but these are exceptional circumstances. And really, you want to see Noah fall apart too. 

“How about this, if he can convince me that he deserves it, we’ll let him finish.” You offer and Noah squirms so deliciously in your hold, “Come on, love, let’s hear how badly you want it.”

You keep the strokes of your hand as light and slow and you can manage. If he says the right things, he’ll get more – you’re not cruel, after all. 

“Please – I – I’ve been good.” he mumbles, clearly struggling to order his thoughts, “Please.” 

“I know you’ve been good. That’s why you get this chance in the first place.” you reply with a smirk, “Now tell me, do you deserve to come?”

He makes a breathy sort of sound, and you think that he’s one wrong move away from tearing up. 

“I was good.” He whines, “Please. I — please let me come. I –”

“Say you deserve it.” you stop moving your hand, practically dangling his climax in front of him, “Say it, and I’ll let you finish.” 

Noah lets out a breathy gasp, “I – I deserve it. Please. Fuck I can’t hold it – I–”

“Go on Noah. Come for me.” 

It only takes him a few strokes of your hand before he comes undone. He spills across your hand, back arching so deliciously as his climax barrels through him. Noah’s head lulls back against your shoulder. 

You already know that you can’t get enough of this – him. A part of you wants to keep him close. You need to know how far you can push him, how willing he is to bend for you. If he’s anything like Nick, he’d be so much fun to play with. 

Eventually, his sounds take on a sightly pained edge, and you take your hand off him. Noah sags against you, drawing in a deep breath. 

Almost immediately, Nick holds a tissue out to you. 

“Be a darling and get me a warm wash cloth.” you tell him. 

Nick gives you a soft smile before he disappears into the bathroom. 

You wipe Noah’s release from your hand while you wait for his return. Noah’s chest still heaves against you, but you can feel him relax with every breath. 

You kiss his shoulder, “You did so good for me, Noah. I’m so proud of you.”

He lets out a content sigh, “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” another kiss, this time higher on his neck, “Thank you for trusting us with this.” 

Nick returns a moment later. 

Instead of handing you the wash cloth, he carefully wipes the residue of Noah’s release from his skin. Noah is fixed on his hands, watching his movements so intently. You’re suddenly not sure if Noah has ever explored this – or perhaps he’s just a little more interested in your boyfriend than you had realised. 

You send Noah off to take a shower after that. 

While he’s in the bathroom, you have Nick get a change of clothes for him. Truth be told, after all of this you need a moment to arrange your thoughts too. This encounter has affected you more than you had thought it would when you had invited Noah to come here with you. Something tells you that this will change everything, but maybe that’s just the anxiety in the back of your mind speaking. 

You order takeout once Noah is done with his shower and wrapped up in something comfortable. You want to make sure that Noah feels taken care of even after the main event is over. And maybe it’s also an attempt to keep him around for a moment longer. 

Noah is the one who brings it up first, and it makes you feel a little warm inside. 

“Is this – was this a one-time thing?” he asks quietly, picking at the piece of garlic bread he’s been nibbling on for a while. 

He doesn’t look at either of you, probably too scared of the potential reaction. 

You look over at Nick. 

The silent exchange between you confirms what you had hoped. 

He’s curious for more as well. 

“Do you want this to be a one-time thing?” you ask. 

Noah looks first at Nick and then at you before he shakes his head, “I really liked this and – if you want it – I don’t want to intrude –” 

You’ve never seen him so hesitant and shy. 

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Nick reaching out to him. He rests his hand on the top of Noah’s thigh. There’s something so soft and intimate about it that you decide to take a step back for a moment. 

“You’re not intruding.” Nick says then, “We want you here. Trust me, we’ve talked about this. And this wouldn’t have happened if we didn’t both want this – you.” 

Noah looks up at him, still looking so very worried. 

“This can just be a thing we do. It doesn’t have to be more than you want it to be. If you just want to join us once in a while, that’s fine too.” 

“You don’t have to make a decision right now.” You add, “Think about what you want. We’re here if you want to talk.”

Noah turns to look at you, “I just don’t want to disrupt what you have.”

You shake your head, “Like Nick said. We wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t want it.”

You take your hand into his, “I know this is a big step. It took Nick a bit to get used to it too. We’ll take our time, okay?” 

He gives a hesitant nod in return. 

“But we can talk about that later. How about we put on a film and just enjoy the rest of the day?” 

It takes him a moment, but slowly and steadily, Noah becomes a part of your relationship. You’re not entirely sure when the tender touches start to become as frequent as you do, and maybe you don’t realise how much your relationship has changed until those fateful three words slip from Noah’s mouth, months after you’ve first asked him to come up to your room. 

He’s calling late at night, lonely all the way on the other side of the country. It feels unfair that you and Nick have each other and that he’s all on his own over there. 

“Do you think Jolly would be mad if I came back?” he asks quietly, and your heart aches a little at how miserable he sounds. 

Nick’s hand flexes against your waist, and he pulls you a little bit closer. 

“I miss you two so much.” Noah continues, “I wish I could be there.”

You don’t have to check with Nick to know that he’s already figuring out the travel arrangements in his head. 

The conversation drifts on for a while longer until Noah lets out a yawn. 

“I think I’ll try to sleep again.” he says, stifling another yawn. 

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” 

“Okay.” he sounds so awfully meek then, “I love you, good night.” 

With how abruptly the call ends, you think that he also realised what had slipped out of his mouth. You’re both silent for a long moment. 

Nick eventually speaks up, “Did he just –?”

You nod, “He did.” 

He lets out a breath that feels laden with relief, “I think I feel the same.” 

Hearing your boyfriend say that he feels this way about another person should make you feel bad. You think that you should be upset about this, but instead it makes you feel so warm and comforted. 

You love them – both of them. 

And they love each other. 

“We have to visit him. I don’t want him to feel alone like that.” 

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