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warnings: smut smut smut. spit, arguing in the beginning, car sex, BEARD, p n v (unprotected), oral (f receiving), bulge in your tummy idk, matt is pussy drunk

matt and you were in the car. your legs bounced up and down annoyed. "ma you can't be serious" matt said his eyes rolling back.

"i am serious! seriously i don't get why you were talking to her" you spat your voice raised in a way matt was my expecting. "lower your voice y/n." he spoke his head turning to yours ,giving you a warning look.

"fucking dumbass" you muttered under your breath. matt suddenly took a sharp turn pulling the car into a parking lot.

"you wanna say that again?" matt said his expression filled with anger "you are acting like a child y/n." he continued.

"i don't care you wanna talk to other girls fine go ahead. i don't care" you said though you didn't mean anything that just came out your mouth.

"oh so now we are lying? that's cute baby" matt said a low chuckle leaving his mouth. he lifted his hand to scratch his beard. "whatcha staring at mama?" matt teased his tongue pushing through his cheek.

you rolled your eyes trying to ignore the ache inbetween your thighs. matt stared at you "get in the back" he said suddenly. "no" you said stubbornly you were not letting him win.

"oh for real?" he said his voice laced with warning. "alright then" matt said leaving the driver's seat and walking around the car to open the passenger seat. he grabbed you by the waist pulling you out the car as he opened the back seat door and pushed you in.

"matt nooo" you said though you found him surprisingly hot. "tell me to stop" matt said his beard scratching your neck as he kissed and sucked your neck.

a low shaky whine escaped your lips. "what i thought" he said unbuckling your shorts. he tapped your thigh so you would lift your hips. he pulled your shorts off easily revealing your damp panties.

"this all f'me mama?" he said pulling your shirt off too. you nodded staring up at him. "fuck you're gorgeous" he grunted. he rubbed your pussy through your panties.

"oh! f-fuck" you said your head falling back. matt lowered himself so he could be face level to your wet slick.

his head dipped into your pussy. he pulled your panties to the side. his beard rubbed against your thighs causing a delicious burn.

"oh please don't stop" you whined repeatedly. matt ran his tongue through your folds. he groaned when you clenched around nothing. he loved having you like this all whiny, all his.

he slowly brought his hand to rub your clit as he fucked you with his tummy. slurping noises were the only thing heard apart from your loud moans and whines.

as he felt you reaching your high as he quickened his pace. "matt!" you said. tears falling from your face. pants and cries escaped your mouth.

"shhh" he said pussy drunk. he continued his fast pace. his beard scratching against you in a slightly painful way. "come! c-come" you said as you came over him. he placed light kisses to your pussy pulling away.

you stared at his beard drenched with your come. he crawled back on top of you pulling his sweats off. "yeah you liked that huh baby?" he whispered softly. you nodded softly.

"can i? please baby" you said pointing to his beard. "go ahead baby it's all yours" he said. you softly licked his beard tasting yourself.

he groaned pulling his boxers down as he softly swiped himself up and down your pussy. as you pulled yourself off his beard. he sat up spitting on his cock.

he entered you softly yet brutal. your hands were above your head as matt interlaced his fingers with yours. he set a fast and brutal pace on you.

clap. clap. clap. "yes yes fuckk" you moaned. "kiss me please please matt" you begged. matt nodded quickly pushing your lips together. it was messy filled with lust.

his tongue danced with yours as he didn't stop his rough movements. your back arched off the car seats. one of matt's hands went to rub your clit.

"come on baby. know you want to" he said into your ear his voice hoarse. your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the band inside your lower tummy growing tighter.

matt needed you to come. he pulled his hand off your clit and pushed the light bulge in your lower stomach. "holy s-shit!" you moaned "don't stop oh my god don't stop" you said biting your lip.

"come! come" you whimpered. matt stared at your face as you came. he followed right after you. he pulled out staring at your pussy as his and your come seeped out.

"look at her. so full"'

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Noah praising during reader’s first time omg 😩

Oh my god yes😩 I’m gonna do a blurb cause I’ve missed writing them

Blurb below the cut

You gasp and tighten the dig of your nails into Noah’s back as he slides the head of his cock through your wetness. “Shh…doing so good angel, relax,” he whispers in that deep, velvety voice he gets when he’s turned on. He can tell you’re nervous, one of the millions of emotions flashing through your pretty eyes looking up from beneath him. He lines himself up, his weight supported on his left forearm where it rests beside your head. “M’gonna push in a bit now, okay?” He leans to kiss the shell of your ear when you nod. “Good girl.” A hiss slips between your teeth at the unfamiliar stretch of him entering you and minty breath puffs across your skin as Noah groans into your shoulder. "So fucking tight..." he hisses. "Talk to me, how're you feeling?" he pants, swallowing thickly to regain his composure. "Full," you whine. You roll your hips up into his, skin slicking between your skin. "Good," he mumbles and draws himself back out of you. The friction feels like heaven, your neck arching back into the pillow to release an ungodly moan. "Hold on to me princess, m'gonna make you feel so good."

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• 𝜗𝜚 Eyes in the mirror

ᥫ᭡ Bathroom sex with matt! Dom!Matt

• Warnings: Just smut, pet names (baby — good girl), no pull out — w/o condom (wrap it before you tap it).

“matt!” you giggled out as he wrapped his hands around your waist, kissing your neck softly as he stood behind you. Matt didn’t respond, he just smirked and pressed you against the bathroom sink with his hips. His hands were soft, warm, and a little damp from the shower he just took. You lifted your hand up, wiping the steamy mirror that accumulated during his hot shower. Your heart fluttered as you watched him in the mirror. God, he was so pretty with his blue eyes fluttering open to catch your gaze. With a single hand you reached up to run your hands through his hair while his lips stayed on your neck. “Chris and nick will be home soon” you cooed. Matt stayed silent for a minute before responding “Then let’s make this quick.” before you could say anything else his hands were running underneath your shirt. He gently ran his hands under the hem of your bra, easily finding your already hardened nipples. He let the pad on his finger tips run a few circles before moving his hands to take your shirt fully off. He then unclipped your bra, tossing it on the floor. You followed his gaze on the mirror dropping to your bare torso. He pressed a kiss on your jawline as his hands found the hem of your shorts. “You’re so pretty baby.” he praised. Your gaze stays on his movements while he gently pulls your shorts down along with your panties just below your ass. Thats when you felt it. You felt his growing bulge against your leg. You let out whimper so quiet he barely heard it. “You becomin’ needy, baby?” he teased. He watched you frantically nod. Matt opened his mouth to speak but got interrupted by a message on his phone. He stayed in place but moved his head to see who messaged him. You heard him sigh. “What?” He looked at you and smirked. “Chris and nick are only a few minutes away, this is gonna be faster than I thought.”

With that he already started pulling his pants along with his boxers to his ankles. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tossed it with the rest of the clothes. He ran two of his slender fingers down your slick folds making you gasp. It was almost embarrassing how much you were dripping for him. “Mm, you’re so wet, baby.” he slid one finger in which earned a moan. “More matt, want you.” you murmured out in a whiny voice you knew he loved. He removed his finger and placed both his hands on your hips and buried himself in you, not even giving you a chance to adjust, making you cry out. “You feel good baby.” he grunted out. You moaned as he pulled out and slammed back into you. You closed your eyes shut as he kept fucking you — until he grabbed you by your neck, causing you to open your eyes and find his in the mirror. “Keep em’ on the mirror, baby.” you let out a whine as you did as he said. You loved when matt was dominate like this, nothing could get you wetter. He kept his hand on your neck, his other on your hip as he kept ramming into you. The room filled by the sound of skin slapping together with grunts and moans. He pressed his bare back against yours — pressing his lips to your ear. “Keep takin’ me like a good girl.” His words made that familiar feeling stir in your stomach, you knew you were close. You kept watching him in the mirror as it began to re fog. As your hand pressed against the mirror matt went even deeper, hitting your perfect spot — making your hand slip off the mirror. “Fuck! Matt!” you moaned out. You shut your eyes for a split second then opened them as his hand moved to your hip with the other. You watched him through your small handprint in the mirror. He grunted as he felt your walls closing on him. “Let go, baby. Let go for me.” so you did. You whimpered as your thighs trembled while you felt your release dripping down you. Not too long after you, his followed. Filling you up, making you feel warm. “Good girl, baby.” he praised as he kissed your cheek, giving your ass squeeze. He gently pulled out of you and cleaned you up as best as he could. “I love you, matt.” you cooed, clearly tired and dazed. He pressed his lips against yours in a sweet loving kiss. “I love you too, baby.” he murmured against your lips. Then you both looked at the door as you heard two familiar voices.

“Matt!! Y/n!! we’re home!”

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comfort sex with ricky bc i think he’s more on the gentle side and would love to LOVEE on his partner so how can he not treat u good in bed when you tell him you’re feeling down and u need him 😖

rickys presence is the epitome of comfort so honestly i don’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be into soft, gentle, comfort sex:( i hope this is okay, i’ve been missing ricky a little bit extra lately. i fucking hate wk1.

after a particularly long day, you wish for nothing more than to be in rickys arms. let him hug you to comfort, kiss away your problems, and fuck you to sleep.

as soon as you get home, ricky can sense the difference in the air. the door shuts quieter, your heels get thrown instead of being neatly placed, you’re slouching, everything. immediately he can tell that you had a tough day, and ricky being the good boyfriend he is— he’s going to help comfort you. he will tend to your needs, all you really have to do is ask.

“long day?” ricky asks, opening his arms, ready to welcome you. you just nod and let yourself be enveloped in his arms, not wanting to say much. he kisses your forehead, and hums. he wants to help you, so he will always ask you if you need anything from him. “do you need anything? food? a massage? talk to me baby.” all you need to do is look up at him with needy eyes, and he will get what you mean.

“ah… my poor angel, so needy and tired. want me to take care of you, love?” you nod and let him lead you to the bedroom. he helps you get out of your work clothes and gently puts you on the bed. ricky stares at you, looking at your body as if you were a perfect doll. and quite frankly, to him at least— you are a perfect doll. “my love, your body never fails to mesmerize me.” he softly says before going down to kiss every single part of your body. your cheeks, lips, neck, collarbone, shoulders, hands, chest, thighs, everywhere. his kisses are like your remedy. as he finishes kissing every part of you, he goes back to your lips. a soft gentle make-out session occurs, with his hands roaming around your body. he’s squeezing your hips and your waist, all while your tongues are tied in a knot.

he pulls away from the kiss first, and lets himself admire you. he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful painting in a museum. he looks at you as if you are the most gorgeous piece of art to ever exist. and in his book, you are. he takes his time taking care of you. first, he gives your chest attention. he has one nipple in his mouth, and his hands pinching and playing with the other. after, he leaves a trail of kisses moving down your stomach. he goes slower as he reaches your pussy, and stops. “are you sure you want this, my love?” he looks at you with love and lust in his eyes, wanting to make sure that you’re okay. once you give him the okay, he dives in. he licks and sucks at your clit, paying extra attention to the sensitive bud. then he licks a stripe up your pussy. he practically makes out with it, before he starts eating you out. letting his tongue go in and out of your hole, eliciting the prettiest moans from you. hee smiles against your heat when he hears the sounds coming out of your mouth, because this is how he knows he’s doing well. he continues to lunge his tongue in your heat, and uses his fingers to stimulate your clit. after a bit, you have one of the most pleasurable orgasms you’ve ever had on his tongue.

he pulls away from your center, face wet and messy from your release. he licks his lips before winking at you, making you blush. “you taste so good baby, i could stay there all day.. do you want my fingers as well~? or do you want me to fuck you?” you shake your head, and you speak up. “i wanna ride you, rik. please.” he smiles at your request. of course he’s going to accept. there’s nothing better than having his beautiful girlfriend on top of him, riding him and using him for her own pleasure.

he lies down on the bed and signals for you to follow. he helps you to get on his lap, and guides his length in your hole. he waits for you to fully adjust to his size, and lets you do whatever you want. he lets out soft groans when you start moving, feeling immense pleasure from the feeling of your tight heat around his cock. “fuck.. keep going angel, you’re doing so good.” he praises you, and tucks your hair behind your ear to get a good view of your face. “so pretty… my pretty baby… fuuuck.” as your pace quickens, his sounds get louder. he holds onto your waist for support, and sometimes thrusts up to help you. eventually, your bounces get sloppy— a sign that says you’re tired. ricky takes the sign and allows you to rest on his chest, while he starts thrusting into you. “you did good my love, let me take control now.” he lets you pull him into a kiss, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as he fucks you. your hands are tangled in his hair, your lips are tied in a passionate kiss, and his thrusts get faster. he feels you clench around him. “are you close, angel? i can feel you clench around me. cum whenever you want.” he pants out, and with that you cum around his cock. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he feels himself get close. “i- i’m gonna cum. where do you want it, angel? c’mon, tell me.” his sloppy yet hard thrusts makes you moan out in deep pleasure, making it hard to answer. “i-inside! please, need it inside..” he nods and tightens his grip on your hips, quickening his pace again until he cums.

once he cums, you feel your body get limp against his chest. he holds you tight in his arms, his cock softening inside you. you mumbles into his skin, “thank you for this ricky, i really needed it. i love you. let’s stay like this for awhile..” and he can’t help but smile. why would he deny you of what you need? “i love you more. and okay, let’s stay like this.” he says, before moving one of his arms to go up your head, scratching your hair.

he kisses your forehead, and murmurs comforting words into your ears.

“my lovely baby. i hope i helped your day get better. i hope the world is kinder to you tomorrow and forevermore.”

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When Ricky said that you could come watch them film for the new music video, he didn't expect you to dress up for him. Thank god the dressing rooms had locks.

But too bad they were so close to the filming area.

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Warning!Nsfw audio

Jay fucking you endless in his dorm room because you were too eager ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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maki smut

this is my first smut so its probably going to be bad..18+

you were cuddling with your boyfriend maki, eating snacks and watching movies. Both of you were snuggled in the duvet with your cat, marlo. There was a scene in the movie that made you..well, horny. The actors were in the middle of a sex scene. Rough thrusts, lewd sounds and moans. He looked your way, noticing that you were looking at him aswell. ‘Maki’ you say, looking into his eyes. ‘Yes’ he replied. ‘That scene made me..horny i guess..’ . His eyes lit up when you said that. ‘Really ?’. ‘Yes..’ you say. He smirks and looks at you, his eyes full of lust. He climbs ontop of you, taking off you pj’s off. ‘Your so fucking beautiful’ he says, looking at you hungrily. He takes off his pajama top and his pants, revealing his rock solid cock in his boxers. He slowly peels his boxers off, letting it spring and slap against his abdomen. The size of him had always made you worried, i mean he was so big and thick. His tip was an angry shade of red, and his veins popped out deliciously. God you loved him. He leans into his draw, grabbing some lube to make it easier for him to slide in. He aligned his cock with your pussy as you look at him eagerly. He slowly pumped his dick into you, watching how you squeeze your eyes shut while letting out small whimpers. ‘Shhh, you wouldn’t want the members hearing you..you belong to me’. He picks up his pace, placing his thumb on your clit and slowly starts rubbing it. ‘O-oh fuck, mmm that feels so good !’ You say, his cock hitting your cervix while he rubs deliciously at your clit. ‘I-im gonna cum m-maki !’. Thats all he needed to hear before he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin and he grips into your hips. ‘Maki..fuckk !!!’. You squirt all over your bedsheets and his abdomen. He chases his own high, listening to your protests to slow down due to overstimulation. That didnt stop him. His thrusts became sloppy as he cummed in you, collapsing on the bed. ‘That was so good’ you say, as you placed your head on his chest. ‘I know’. He plays with your hair, noticing how you had began to fall asleep. Good night my love.

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Can I request wedding night with Noah. Noah is experienced and reader has experience but hasn’t been intimate in a while (they had a bad time being intimate with someone else). They both agree to wait till their wedding night, reader is nervous and Noah comforts her and makes it amazing.

Hi, nonny! I've been thinking about this request and I decided to change it up a bit. Instead of making it their wedding night, I wrote them being intimate for the first time as a couple. Hope it's still good :)

Warnings: reader describes some situations revolving around sex that could be uncomfortable for some people, sexual harassment in previous relationships, smut (fingering, f receiving), dirty talk and reassurance <3 Noah is a sweet pea! I think that's it!

WC: 2.9k (not proofread yet!)

Requests are closed for now.

You haven't been in many serious relationships in your life, but you've dated around, and if you were being serious, you never had much luck with the guys you've been with. Specially in the sex department.

You figured that every man was the same at this point.

Most of the time, you felt like you were with them only to satisfy their sexual needs, because their sex drive was endless.

You were having a movie night? It had to end with sex.

Date night? It ends with sex.

And if you didn't want to have sex? "It's unfair, you could at least give me blowie, right?" they told you. You thought the situation was ridiculous and just decided to leave.

Noah was a nice guy from the beginning, but you felt like you were waiting for the switch to turn at every moment. When you started going out on dates, he drove you home and didn't expect you to kiss him or invite him up to your apartment.

When you were over at his place, having dinner and watching some series he was excited about, he didn't find a way to inconspicuously put your hand over his crotch.

He didn't talk about his past relationships or the girls he's been with in a degrading way.

You thought it was too good to be true, honestly. Eventually he was gonna wask you why you haven't made a move on him yet.

Truth is, you've been wanting to make a move on him for a while now.

It's been such a long time since you felt like you genuinely wanted to have sex with someone, not because you had to, but because you wanted to.

You obviously weren't blind to his good looks, but the way he treated you was what made you crazy for this man. He respected you and he never did anything to make you feel uncomfortable or unwanted. Quite the contrary, his flirting showed that he had as much interest in you as you had in him, but his actions were clear, he was gonna wait for you to make the first move.

The first time you felt bold enough was when you were over at his house. You planned a date night and he cooked for you. Then you sat on the couch, blanket draped over the both of you as you watched a movie.

Halfway through the film, rain started to fall outside, which soon turned into a full-blown storm. You thought it would pass by the time the movie ended, but it was persistent and the sky outside was a dark shade of grey, not giving signs of letting up anytime soon.

"I'm not letting you drive in this storm", Noah stated to you.

"I'll just wait until it passes to go home", you told him.

"Y/N", he looked at you "it's almost 11 at night, this storm is not passing anytime soon, and even if it did, it's already too late for you to drive home alone"

You sighed because you knew that what he said is true.

"Why don't you just sleep over tonight?", he proposed to you. "It's the weekend and you don't work tomorrow"

"Ok, I can just sleep here on the couch", you told him, but he gave you a look that told you he was not ok with what you just said.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch. I take the couch and you sleep on the bed", he said but you shook your head immediately.

"I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, Noah", you kept shaking your head.

"Well, then, what are we gonna do about it, princess?", he said with a little teasing in his voice and a challenge in his eyes. You already knew what he wanted you to say.

"Is your bed big enough for us to share?", you asked.

"I'll take you upstairs and you can see for yourself", he got up, taking your hand in his and leading you up the stairs.

His room had light colored walls, and you recognized some of it from the times you facetimed him. You've been in his room before, but only in passing, but now you paid more attention to it. His bed seemed to be a queen size, enough to fit the two of you and leave some room to spare.

You rubbed your chin, as if thinking about the situation, then you turned to him and said "I guess we can both fit in there pretty well", and he grinned at your answer.

"I'll set aside some clothes for you to wear, then we can finish watching the movie here", he said, as he made his way to his closet.

You observed a little more and saw a television perched on the wall, right in front of his bed.

He set a Bad Omens shirt and some pants on the bed for you.

"I'll leave you to change", he turned around and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You striped from the clothes you were wearing and put the shirt on over your head. You noticed that it went well past your mid thighs. You knew Noah always wore and XL when it came to the band's merch, but you never realized how big it would be on you.

You eyed the pants and pondered over your next move. You could forgo the pants all together if you wanted to. You knew it was a bold move and you didn't want to come on too strong. But you also knew that you needed him to know you wanted this, that you wanted more.

So you folded the pants and set it aside on his computer chair, making your way out of the room and to the kitchen, where you found him drinking a cup of water.

He was mid sip when he noticed you standing there, almost choking on the water when he noticed you wearing only his shirt. He pulled himself together and said with a little cough "you look good in this shirt"

You smiled, looking down your body. "It's so big, I thought I didn't really need the pants. I hope that's ok"

"Y-yeah, it's fine. Whatever makes you comfortable", he scratched the back of his neck, thankful for his own long shirt, that way you didn't notice how rock hard he was under his pants. "I put a toothbrush on the bathroom counter for you", he decided to change the topic of conversation.

"Oh, thank you. I'll go get ready for bed then", you said and turned around, grinning all the way to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Noah was waiting for you, laying on his bed and wondering how in the hell he would be able to share a bed with you, when only the mere sight of your half covered body made him become a nervous teenager all over again.

Should he put pillows between you? He didn't want you to feel weird about this, and he surely didn't want to wake up cuddling you, like it always happens in the movies.

He didn't have time to think about this for much longer, because seconds later, you were coming in the room, your hair up and your eyes already a little tired, looking mighty ready for bed.

"I thought maybe we should continue this movie some other day", he stated as you climbed onto your side of the bed. He tried not to stare at the way the shirt rode up your thighs.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little tired myself", you got comfortable under the covers, laying on your side to look at Noah, who was laying on his back.

"Well then, good night, Y/N. Hope you sleep well", his head turned to the side to look at you.

"I will. Good night, Noah", you threw the words back at him. He reached on the other side and turned off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness.

You both laid in the same positions for several minutes, knowing neither one of you was asleep.

You stretched your arms beside you, but your hand bumped into his. You didn't retreat, thinking it would be weird to move it away, so you let it stay there, softly brushing against his.

Seconds later, you felt his fingers softly start to brush over the back of your hand, eventually bringing them together and lacing your hands.

Your breath picked up a little, but decided you were gonna give him something in return. So you started to move your other hand up and down his arm, in a soothing motion, using your nails to softly scratch over his skin.

In the silence of the room, you heard his breath hitch. You moved closer to him on the bed, lips ghosting over the side of his neck. His chest was now moving rapidly.

"Noah...", you whispered into the silence of the room.

"Yeah", he aswered with his voice a little out of breath.

"Do you want this?", you said, hoping you weren't reading the situation entirely wrong. He moved his head to the side to look at you. Even in the darkness, you could see his intense, dark eyes staring into your soul.

The hand that wasn't on yours moved to rest on the side of your face. "I've never wanted anything more" he breathed back to you.

Wasting no more time, you leaned up on your elbow and crashed your lips to his. His grip on your face a little tighter now, keeping your lips close together. You both moved in sych and you don't remember ever feeling this flurry of emotions from a kiss before.

His tongue teased your lips and you opened them to grant him entrance to your mouth. He tasted like toothpaste and you probably did too. But the feeling of his lips on yours and his tongue exploring your mouth was something that was unmistakebly him. The way his hand felt on your skin was something you've never felt before. And suddently, you wanted to feel the rest of him.

Without breaking the kiss, you threw a leg over his waist, straddling him and both of his hands went to rest on your thighs, moving them up and down.

You were both a panting mess when you parted, and you had to keep yourself from moving your hips, desperatly wanting some friction.

"Can I take your shirt off?", he asked you, breathless.

"Yes, please", your voice had an edge of desperation, and that made him give you a little smirk in return, clearly pleased with the way he made you feel.

His hands made their way up, completely removing the cloth from your body, only to find out that you were completely bare underneath. Groaning, he threw the shirt somewhere on the floor.

"Can I touch these pretty tits of yours?", you nodded feverishly, but he wasn't satisfied with your answer. "I need you to tell me, baby"

"Yes, please. I want you to touch me, Noah", his need to hear your verbal consent was so sexy, you felt yourself getting even wetter.

"I appreciate you being such a polite girl for me, but you don't gotta say please all the time", he said, as his hand started to kned the skin of your breasts. "I'll give you whatever you want, don't gotta ask for it, baby"

"Sorry, just so used to it", you whined a little, both from his words and form the feeling of his big hands on you.

"I know, my sweet girl. Don't have to apologize", his hand traveled up and gripped the back of your neck, bringing you down to lay on top of him and bring your lips back together.

"You just lay on top of me and I'll make you feel really good, ok?", he whispered into your lips.

"Ok", you said as you got comfortable on top of him, grinding yourself on him in the process, the movement making you gasp.

"You're so sensitive, huh?", he teased, as his hands roamed all over your body, resting them over the skin of your ass, massaging the fat of your bum and making your ass jiggle a little.

As he ran his hands up and down your ass, the tips of his fingers teasingly ran over your clothed center, making you let out soft gasps and quiet moans. You held back from begging, remembering his words from earlier.

"Gonna pull your pretty little underwear to the side now, ok baby?" he asked you, and you nodded against his chest. He could feel your gasps on his skin.

"Yeah, wanna feel your fingers on me", you whined, longing for the feeling, the release.

You felt his finger hook under the fabric, as he slowly pulled it to the side, your pussy now exposed. You could feel how wet you were, as your skin came in contact with the coldness of the room.

He started with one finger, running up and down your slit. His other hand was on your head, running his finger over your scalp, the soothing motion giving you whiplash compared to his sensual movements.

"So wet for me, baby. I've been dreaming of feeling you top of me like this", he whispered in your ear, Your bodies were so close together, his breath fanning over the side of your face, the smell of him invading your senses. It was all a lot for you.

You couldn't help but grind your hips down on him, looking for something more.

"Want your fingers inside of me. Need them inside", you told him, eyes looking up at him.

"Yeah? Want them to stretch you open? I bet you would feel so tight around them", he said as he dipped one finger inside you, but he didn't move yet, he just kept it buried there.

You sighed in pleasure. His finger felt so deep inside of you.

He slowly started to move it in and out in a languid pace, finding no resistence at all, considering how turned on you were at the moment.

Soon enough, he added another one, the sensation something else completely. You hid your face in his neck, moaning into his skin, your hips now moving on their own accord. He wouldn't stop you, he loved the way you were so eager to feel the pleasure he was giving you.

The noises filling the room were indecent, the moans coming out of your mouth and the squelching sounds from between your legs.

At one moment, he completely stilled his fingers inside you, moving them in a come hither motion, and you could see stars from how good it felt. The sensation almost sending you over the edge.

"Noah", your voice was completely wrecked, you couldn't keep quiet even if you tried.

"Yes, pretty girl", he regarded you, voice just as broken as yours.

"I'm gonna cum", you stopped what you were saying when his fingers reached a particular spot inside of you, making your head go blank for a second, until you remembered what you were after. "Can I cum? Please let me cum", you begged.

"You don't gotta ask, remember? Just make a mess all over my fingers"

That was all you needed to finally let the feeling take over your whole body. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers and you writhed on top of him. He kept the motions until the feeling was too much for you. He pulled out his fingers and rested his hands on your back.

Almost his whole hand felt wet on your skin, but you couldn't care less, your body was completely spent and you let yourself slump on top of him for a second to catch your breath.

Not too long after though, you started to make your way down his body, looking to pleasure him just like he did for you.

He complained and kept you in place with his hands on your hips.

"What are you doing?", he asked, voice a little groggy.

"Wanna make you feel good?", you thought it was obvious. Now was his turn.

"No, just stay here, please", you looked at him with a puzzled face. Surely he wasn't turning down a blowie, right?

"But I wanna make you cum", you stated. He opened his eyes and looked at you a little sheepishly.

"Already did, baby", he said with a little smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I just came in my pants from how hot you looked on top of me, begging to cum like that", he wasn't bashful or ashamed to admit this, but your cheeks flushed a little at his admission.

And sure enough, as you looked down, you saw a larger than normal wet patch on his sweatpants.

"Now, lay back down, please. Wanna feel you for a little longer before we gotta get up and clean ourselves"

You happily laid your head back down on his chest, feeling the most content you've felt in a while. You finally loved having sex again. You loved the way he made you feel even when his fingers weren't making you go completely mad from pleasure. You loved the way he focused on you and how good he was making you feel without looking for something in return.

You closed your eyes, and you had a feeling that neither one of you was getting up from this bed anytime soon.

[jiminslostjam]

Am I Fuckable?

my gif, please give credit if you use it. thank you!

pairing: vinny mauro x reader

warnings: lots of teasing. vinny being an annoying fuck (affectionate). unprotected p in v sex. hair pulling. vocal vinny for the win!! lots of love bites and hickeys. if i missed anything please let me know! 18+ only MDNI or i’ll block you.

a/n: this is heavily inspired and based on Photoshoot BTS 2019 from ricky’s youtube channel hehe

tags: @concretenoah @circle-with-me @smokeynaomi @popppylove @somebodyels3 @rottingfern @monotoniscreaming @bngurngheart @agravemisstake

New York City is insane.

Simply trying to find a parking spot in the middle of the night is difficult, and that alone is reason enough for you to never move here.

Ryan had been driving around the same couple blocks for what felt like hours searching for somewhere to park. You could hear AJ talking to, what you assume is, Ricky and his video camera. However you can’t tell what’s being said, everyone’s voices having melded together in your brain a long while ago.

You have your head resting on Vinny’s shoulder, the same position you’ve been in long before arriving in NYC. You had been attempting to sleep, and was successful at one point! Then the frustration and exhaustion permeating throughout the van was stifling and forced you awake.

The only place you know you’ll be able to properly fall asleep is the hotel bed that’s waiting for you.

It feels like an eternity before Vinny moves his hand from your thigh to your hand that had been resting limply in your lap. His fingers slot between yours, followed by a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, mama.” His voice is quiet in your ear. “We we can go up to the hotel now. Come on.”

You groan into Vinny’s shoulder but lift your head anyways. The interior lights of the van are on, and everyone is filing out. Vinny gives you a loving smile as he hops out as well, then turns to take your hand. You graciously but tiredly accept and allow him to help you exit the van to get your bags from the trunk.

With bags in hand and the vehicle locked, Ryan leads everyone back towards the parking garage entrance. You’re holding onto Vinny’s hand and attempting to lean your head on his shoulder once more as you walk. It’s proving to be a bit difficult, but you manage just well enough as you walk inside the hotel.

Your friends go a different direction as you, Vinny, and Ricky walk another way. You struggle to move your legs as exhaustion is settling into your limbs. But then Ricky’s unlocking one of the room doors and leading you and Vinny in.

Once in the hotel room, you blearily watch Ricky set his bags down before heading to the bathroom. While he’s in there Vinny helps you get undressed and into your pajamas, which consists of one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. The feeling of his warm hands against your skin is making you even sleepier.

He’s got you situated under the covers and your pillow is so soft and you’re just so tired…

What seems like only a second later Vinny is sliding in to bed next to you. In your half awake state you inch closer to him until he’s curling one of his arms around your body and pulling you into his chest. With your face buried in his neck you comfortably fall asleep.

In the morning, you’re rudely awoken by Vinny jostling around. Without opening your eyes you can tell he’s trying to get out of bed, but you still have your body wrapped around him, much like a koala bear.

“Baby, baby.” You feel Vinny’s hand running up and down your back. “You gotta let go of me so we can get ready.”

You mumble a bout of nonsense without releasing him from your grip. He chuckles softly. Then he’s kissing your head and proceeds to gently pry you off of him. You grumble and groan as your hands and arms are dislodged from your boyfriend, thus freeing him from the bed and you.

Vinny maneuvers you back in to a comfy position, and plants a trio of light kisses to your cheek.

“You can sleep for a few more minutes,” he murmurs in your ear. “Then you gotta get up, okay, babe?”

His voice is gentle as he talks to you, but you don’t want to listen to him. You want to stay in bed all day with him and cuddle until you’re set to leave New York. But you know you’ll have to get up eventually. So you grunt in response and listen to Vinny make his way to the bathroom.

A couple minutes later the hotel door opens and you lift your head at the smell of coffee. Ricky enters your line of sight and you see that he holds a tray of various drinks. He smiles when he notices you peeking out of the covers.

“Morning. Vin told me your order,” Ricky tells you as he approaches the bedside. He takes one of the drinks from the tray and holds it out for you. He waits until you’re shoving yourself out of the hotel blankets, and you go to take it from him.

“Thank you, Rick,” you say in a sleepy voice.

You go to take a sip of the drink he got. And as soon as the liquid meets your tongue you sigh in satisfaction. Vinny knew exactly what you would have wanted, and that has your heart swelling. You continue to drink the beverage as you watch Ricky set his and Vinny’s drinks down and go to pick up his camera. He does a quick little update while walking around the hotel room, appearing to be mindful to keep you out of shot because he knows you don’t like being on camera all that much.

Once you’ve downed most of your drink you decide it’s probably time for you to get ready. With the remainder of your drink on the nightstand and your feet on the floor, you gather the clothes you’ll need for the day and your toiletries before knocking on the bathroom door. You find it unlocked and go in.

From behind the shower curtain Vinny calls out your name.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you answer back, setting down your things on the countertop and on the lid of the toilet. “Hope it’s okay if I’m in here getting ready.”

“Totally okay, babe,” Vinny replies over the sound of the water. “Almost done anyways.”

You pay no mind to his words whilst changing out of your pajamas, letting them settle in a pool of fabric off to the side on the tile. You’re slipping on a fresh pair of undergarments just as the shower water turns off. Then the curtain is pushed open and you watch Vinny step out through the condensation that’s accumulated on the surface of the mirror. He pauses when he sees you standing there. Then he’s stepping up behind you, the heat of his body radiating at your back. The smell of his shampoo is suddenly overwhelming. And his hands are resting tentatively on your hips.

The small space is steadily growing more and more suffocating. Your stomach is tightening at the feeling of Vinny’s hands on your skin, now firmly holding onto you. The buzzing hum of the fan is the only sound, and it has your head spinning. Or it’s because Vinny is now pressed up right against you.

“Vin.”

There's a slight warning in your voice, but you’re quiet when you say it. You can feel Vinny’s breath on your shoulder and neck. You then meet his gaze through the mirror’s fog. His eyes are dark and there is a very specific emotion nestled in their depths that ignites a dull fire deep down in your gut.

“Vinny.”

This time, you force your voice to be firmer. Your heart is racing, your ears are ringing, and you can feel slivers of water running down your backside from wherever Vinny’s own body has made contact with yours. He blinks slowly, humming his acknowledgement.

“You need to dry off,” you remind him, your voice undoubtedly wavering.

Vinny doesn’t say anything. All he does is lean in and presses his lips to you, his breath scalding hot against your bare skin. Neither of you speak while he’s leaving prolonged, open-mouthed kisses from one shoulder to the base of your neck, and then all the way across to the other shoulder.

With each touch of his lips a wave of goosebumps flutters down your body. Your spine is tingling and you’re struggling to repress a shudder. Vinny’s hands are ascending slowly, his fingers grazing roughly along your stomach and ribcage.

You aren’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but you’re enjoying it. He nips gently at your flesh and it has you leaning your head back.

At one particular spot on your shoulder, Vinny takes his time. He’s gnawing and sucking at your skin. His tongue meets the hickey before he’s biting at it, and you’re seeing stars.

But then he’s pulling away. The warmth of his body suddenly disappears, and your head is forced back up. You whip around to see Vinny casually drying himself off, to which he proceeds to wrap the towel around his frame and then exits the bathroom with a soft click of the door.

And now, you are incredibly confused while simultaneously craving Vinny’s touch once more.

What the fuck was that for?

With confusion encasing your veins, you manage to finish getting ready in the confines of the tiny bathroom. Your breathing is slightly labored and you have been muttering to yourself for the past few minutes, cursing Vinny’s name.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you gather your things and walk out into the room. Sitting down on the bed you’re sharing with Vinny you pull on your shoes and throw your hair up with the hair-tie on your wrist, then proceed to scroll through your phone.

Ricky has his camera out and you’re only half listening to the conversation at hand. You had seen Vinny fiddling with the buttons of the suit jacket he had on, but you rightfully ignored him.

“Are you not supposed to button the top one or the bottom one?” Vinny asks.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re supposed to button the bottom one,” Ricky answers him hesitantly.

Vinny continues messing with his suit as he faces the large mirror on the opposite side of the room, the one hanging on the wall behind you. You look up from your phone to see him looking at himself in the mirror, then turning your attention back to the screen with an inaudible scoff.

“Dang, I’m fuckin’ hot,” he says. And it’s almost embarrassing how quick you are to glance back up at him.

God, you have no idea, you asshole.

You bite down on your tongue, and say nothing.

“What do you think, camera? Am I fuckable?” You’re beginning to taste copper on your tastebuds. “I think I’m not.”

Vinny laughs softly, and it has your pulse thumping even harder. You barely hear his exchange with Ricky because the blood roaring in your ears is far too loud.

He steps past you and gives you a sweet smile. You aren’t able to properly process the gesture until he’s already out of sight.

You’re hoping Ricky doesn’t notice how your demeanor has changed now that Vinny isn’t present. You can feel your face reddening with blush, and you know your overall vibe has shifted. If Ricky does notice, that’s a disaster just waiting to happen.

Once Vinny is done in the bathroom, after having changed his clothes, the three of you gather all of your things before leaving the room. You were the one to grab the keycards so you hung back to stuff them into your bag while Ricky and Vinny headed towards the elevators.

And with this moment to yourself you take a very deep, grounding breath. Then you’re walking away from your little bubble of quiet, trying to ignore the simmering heat at the base of your stomach.

Vinny is talking to the camera when you walk up. You choose to remain at Ricky’s back.

“We’re about to go to the photography studio.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You watch Ricky walk in backwards as he keeps the camera on Vinny. You hesitate before stepping in. “And wait a really long time to get our pictures taken. And then once our pictures are taken, they’ll be added to publications, posters, tour ad, MADS. Just anything you can think of.”

Through the floor to ceiling mirrors of the elevator you can clearly see Vinny smile at the camera just as the doors are opening. Vinny reaches back to grab your hand and pull you after him, with Ricky following close behind.

Ryan, Justin, and AJ are waiting for you when you step out of the hotel proper. Their voices bounce off the concrete walls of the parking garage and accumulate just to harshly harmonize in your ears. You grind your teeth as everyone finally gets in to the van.

In the van you choose to sit beside Ricky in the second row, leaving Vinny and Justin alone in the back. Vinny had pouted when he saw you slide into the seat next to Ricky, but thankfully hadn’t said anything. You’re not sure what you would have done if he had, indeed, said something.

Ryan is pulling out of the parking garage and AJ is addressing the camera in Ricky’s hands; meanwhile, Vinny has shifted forward in his seat to press a kiss to your head. It has your potent anxiety easing its death grip on your heart. Until he’s pressing another kiss to the exposed skin just behind your ear. Your anxiety immediately spikes as he rests his head to the back of your skull for a few more moments.

“I love you,” he murmurs. With one more kiss to that exposed skin he finally leans back in his seat.

You mumble the three words back to him, though you know he couldn’t hear. You loose a light sigh and internally prepare for a long day.

Because of your position as Motionless In White’s MUA, the only reason you came on this trip was to help with makeup. Well, that, and because Vinny wanted you to come with so badly.

So, having arrived at the photography studio, you began setting up the things you would need at one of the vanities provided.

And you know the guys would have been just fine doing their own makeup without you there. However, Vinny is ever persistent and slightly annoying when it comes to these things. So you had agreed to come with, despite having told Chris it wouldn’t be a big deal if you couldn’t tag along.

But Chris being Chris, he had been more than happy to have you be there.

Yay.

Now, here you are, helping Ryan with his makeup as you watch Vinny and Ricky mess around with Ricky’s camera. You keep them in your periphery as to not get distracted and mess up what you’re doing. But that duo is severely distracting, and you nearly mess up what your current task when you catch yourself watching Vinny for a moment too long.

(Actually, it was Ryan asking if you were okay, thus snapping you out of your daze.)

As you’re finishing up helping Ryan, Vinny waltzes over to you. He casually grabs at your waist when he halts beside you. You’re surprised you don’t implode at the contact.

“Okay, you’re all good to go,” you rush out to Ryan.

Ryan gives you a small smile. “Thanks,” he says as he looks into the vanity’s mirror. “You always make me look so much cooler than I actually am.”

“Pfft, shut the fuck up, you’re always cool,” you tell him, as you’re desperately trying to ignore Vinny’s presence.

Ryan thanks you again whilst getting up from the seat you’d had him sitting in, and he walks over to where Chris is currently getting his photos taken. Which leaves you alone with Vinny for the time being. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it’s causing your head to spin like a top.

Vinny pulls you closer to him, until you’re falling into his chest. He has himself propped up against the vanity and had simply tugged you towards him until gravity took over, and had you almost toppling over onto him. But the arm now around your waist is tight and firm as he keeps his hold on you.

“Hi,” he greets you in a soft voice.

“Hi,” you say back, and you hate how breathless you sound.

“You okay?” he asks. He takes his free hand and plays with a piece of hair that had come loose. His fingers keep brushing your heated cheek, and you are almost at your limit.

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you flick your gaze all over Vinny’s face for a few moments, just taking in his features and the makeup that is painting his skin. That burning hot knot is sizzling in your stomach, and sinking lower and lower as the seconds go by. It’s honestly remarkable you haven’t dragged Vinny off to a secluded corner yet.

You breathe in deeply.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you tell him.

Vinny locks eyes with you and smiles softly; you’re sure you could even call it innocent with the way his eyes are crinkling just slightly.

“Just wanted to make sure,” he says.

Someone calls his name and you both know it’s his turn to get his individual photos taken. He leans in to kiss you, and you think you may be hallucinating when you feel his tongue shoving its way into your mouth.

But you don’t have time to process that before he’s stepping away and heading over to the photographer. You’re left even more confused than this morning. And you definitely do not like whatever game Vinny is playing.

Now that you have nothing to do, you step off to the side and watch Vinny get his photos done, despite the anger and frustration rippling through you. Seeing him be so nonchalant and unbothered has your blood boiling and your head pounding.

“Yeah, fuckable, my ass,” you mutter under your breath.

“Sorry, what?”

“Holy shit!”

The jumpscare’s origin comes from your right, to which you turn and see Chris looking at you. He has a concerned look on his face, despite the bemused quirk of his lips, and almost seems sheepish as you brace a hand on your chest. Your heart is racing from beneath your palm as you face him. With your other hand you swat at him.

“Don’t fucking do that, Chris!” you scold him. “You could’ve given me a heart attack, you dick.”

Chris chuckles. “Jesus, sorry,” he says through the small smile he wears. “I won’t do it again.”

You roll your eyes. You know he’ll do it again.

“Okay, but I’m curious now. What were you talking to yourself about that had you saying ‘fuckable, my ass’?” he asks. “And don’t say nothing.”

You sigh heavily, dropping your arms to hang limply at your sides. You glance over at Vinny for only a moment. But Chris is not very discreet as he follows your gaze.

“Ohhhh,” he muses. He looks back at you. “Yeah, that’ll do it, I’m sure.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter as you whack Chris in the chest once more. “He’s an asshole. And it would make me feel better if you just agreed with me.”

Chris gives you a small smile. “Oh, yeah, of course. Vinny is an asshole for reasons unknown.”

“I hate you.”

The smile on Chris’ face grows as he says, “Love you too.”

You glare up at him before he walks away. You’re beginning to nibble on your lip when you see him approach Ricky, and the two men immediately fall in to conversation.

But they’re both glancing over at you from time to time. And your blood is uncomfortably hot.

Throughout the rest of the time you’re at the photography studio you keep to yourself. Vinny is still pissing you off and seems to have noticed your mood. And whether or not he knows he is the sole cause and primary aggravator, well, that is still up for debate. He hasn’t tried to touch you or talk to you since you had finished Ryan’s makeup, however long ago that was. But it’s honestly quite alright; if Vinny had tried to even step towards you, you probably would have done something you’d regret in the end.

Once the photoshoot is complete, you begin packing up your things as everyone else changes and removes their makeup. The studio staff are taking down the lights and the backdrop the band had been posed in front of. You tune out all the noise as you continue putting all of your makeup supplies back into your bag, hoping you can finish your task without anyone acknowledging you.

But god forbid you have any peace.

Justin comes up to you, his face clean and wearing his normal attire. The sight of him does, however, release a minute amount of tension from your chest.

“Hey, we’re gonna head to a bar for some drinks and food,” he informs you. “You wanna come with? It’s, like, a block from the hotel so you could leave whenever you want.”

You could not be any more thankful for Justin than you are in this present moment. He is unknowingly giving you an out so you could rot alone in the hotel room until everyone gets back from the bar. You could fucking kiss him right now.

You’re about to give Justin your answer when Vinny sidles up next to you. He immediately throws an arm around your torso, and he slips his hand beneath your shirt before he is subtly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip. Your pulse is positively erratic at the contact; it would be a miracle if Vinny couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You comin’ out with us?” he asks you as he shoots Justin a glance. You watch Justin scowl at Vinny for a split second before they’re both looking at you.

And the way Vinny is staring at you has you burning all over.

His soft brown eyes are tracing your features, but there is a heat to them that you have seen countless times today alone. The blood coursing through your veins no longer feels like a raging, untamable fire. Instead, it burns like an acid eating away at your nervous system and sheer will. And god fucking dammit, you can’t say no to Vinny.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’ll go,” you tell the two men. You look back at Justin. “I’ll go for a couple hours, I guess.”

“Awesome. Let’s go,” Vinny says with a smile.

Justin turns and walks away, thus abandoning you in your time of need. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You need Vinny to back away, or you’re going to burst into flames.

Vinny pecks your cheek but his lips linger on your skin. He squeezes your side, and you can feel the gentle stroke of his thumb on your hip bone. His mouth shifts to yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. No, instead of kissing you, he just lets his lips rest against your own. You’re dizzy as you breathe him in and your eyes have slipped closed and you need him so badly—

“Mama,” Vinny breathes into your mouth. “We gotta go.”

He’s moving back before you find the strength to speak. But he’s already pulling away when you manage to blink away the haze over your eyes. Frustration encases your heart and mind when he sticks out his hand, wordlessly asking you to take it and follow him. Well, good thing you would follow him to the ends of the earth, or else you would be feeling very differently right now. You say nothing as you thread your fingers through his, letting him lead you out of the studio.

On the drive back in the direction of the hotel, you were able to convince AJ to let you have shotgun, so he could be stuck in the back and you could theoretically be miles away from Vinny. You were quiet as Ryan drove, once again blocking out the conversation in the van and watching New York pass by in a blur.

Ryan parks back in the hotel’s parking garage. Everyone hops out and then makes their outside in the direction of the bar. Vinny hurries to your side to hold your hand, and doesn’t try anything on the short walk. It honestly has you infuriated.

The bar is small and cozy. It’s got a comforting rustic vibe to it, and there are already a handful patrons scattered around. There’s a few sitting at the bar itself and a couple others seated at the tables throughout the space. You notice that no one is over at the pool table playing a game. You almost walk over there before Vinny is detaching himself from you just to do the same with AJ, Justin, and Chris.

Grumbling under your breath you step towards the bar instead. You sit down on one of the stools and patiently wait for the bartender. The music playing through a series of speakers is distracting you, at least.

The bartender, a large man with a short bushy beard and tattoos crawling up his exposed neck and arms, approaches you. He has a kind smile on his face as he stands in front of you on the other side of the counter.

“Evenin’. What can I get for ya, darlin’?” he asks, a slight twang to his voice. There’s a kind gleam in his eyes as he watches you.

You hesitate for a moment before you say, “Gin and coke, please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

He steps away to make your drink, and your eyes immediately trail back to the pool table on the opposite end of the room. Vinny is clearly taking his turn in the game happening right now. He’s bent over the table with the pool cue angled at one of the scattered balls atop the green felt. Then he jerks his arm and the white ball strikes into a cluster of solids and stripes. You hear him groan in frustration.

His hair bounces on his shoulders as he steps back for the next person’s turn. There’s still that ache all the way down in your center, and you cannot possibly stand it any longer. You slot your tongue between your teeth and bite down as hard as you can.

Just then, the bartender walks back over to you and sets down your gin and coke on the wooden surface of the bar with a napkin beneath it.

“There you go, darlin’,” he says.

“God, thank you so much,” you tell him with a slight smile. You reach into your bag and hand him your card.

The man takes your card to pay for your drink and you’re left alone once more. You sip at your beverage, relishing in the feeling of the alcohol on your tastebuds. You’re wanting to get some sleep tonight so you are only planning on the one drink, so you’re going to savor the taste.

But then your card is back with you and your eyes are darting around the bar. And there is Vinny, that motherfucker. It doesn’t seem to be his turn yet, so he’s leaning up against the wall and watching Justin play. Vinny’s face lights up when he smiles at his friend’s obvious failure. His laugh carries across the room, the sound ten times louder than the music to your ringing ears.

It’s difficult, but you manage to finally look away from Vinny, purposefully ignoring his presence in your peripheries. You need to distract yourself from the image of him laughing and talking with his friends.

That’s how you end up making eye contact with Ricky, who had definitely already been watching you. He’s sitting at the bar closest to the pool table. There’s a barely-there smirk on his face. You pinch your eyebrows together in confusion and tilt your head a bit in a silent question of what’s up. All he does is raise his own brow in reply.

Then he’s flicking his gaze off to the side, and you don’t have to guess in order to know what he’s referring to. Ricky meets your eyes once more and you send him a mean glare with your middle finger aimed in his direction. You see him chuckle a bit before you’re turning away.

You’re trying your best to keep both Vinny and Ricky out of your sights, which results in you playing with the hair-tie encircling your wrist. But then your phone buzzes from its position on the bar before you.

Ricky Whore-or: Chris said I can bunk with him tonight btw. We’re gonna leave in a few minutes to grab my stuff from our hotel room

You’re going to kill that man.

You look up from your phone to see Ricky looking at his own phone as he talks to Chris. Then he sets the device down and you receive another text.

Ricky Whore-or: P.S. you’re not very subtle, so don’t ever say I’ve never done anything for you ;)

Yeah, you’re gonna fucking kill him.

You don’t bother replying to his texts or acknowledging his existence any more. The alcohol settling in your stomach suddenly feels like lead.

A few minutes later you’re joined at the bar by Ryan. He has a beer in his hand and he strikes up a conversation with you. He may not know it, but he is doing you a great service by distracting you. Because you aren’t sure how long you two had been talking and laughing for before you notice your glass is empty and his is gone as well, another opened bottle sitting next to it.

Before you know it, you see Ricky, Chris, and AJ waving goodbye and leaving the bar. Ricky sends you a smug smile that you flip him off for. He just laughs and disappears from view.

Maybe another twenty minutes later is when Vinny finally comes over to you. Justin is on his heels, and sits down on the stool on the other side of Ryan. Vinny chooses to stand right behind you with an arm curling around you. You notice his grip is much tighter than what it has been previously today.

“You guys staying?” Vinny’s question is directed at his bandmates. There’s a vague hardness to his voice that has your eyebrows scrunching with confusion.

“Yeah, we’ll catch up in a few minutes,” Ryan says as Justin nods.

Vinny is then immediately tugging you to your feet and dragging you towards the door. You quickly say goodnight to Ryan and Justin before you’re outside of the bar.

The short walk back to the hotel is fast paced, with Vinny gripping your hand and essentially dragging you after him. You consider saying something to ease the apparent tension mingling in between you. But Vinny doesn’t appear to be interested in conversing so you keep quiet.

When you make it to the hotel and go for the elevator, Vinny keeps an arm around you, like you would float away if he let go. And then you’re stepping out of the elevator then down the hall to your room. You fish out the keycard and unlock the door.

The moment the door shuts behind you and you hear the indicating click of it being locked once more Vinny’s hands are on you. He turns you around to face him, and his lips are immediately on yours.

Your hands cup either side of his face while his are grabbing at your waist. Your lips are moving against each other haphazardly, with little to no grace in the act. He’s licking into your mouth and you whine as he shuffles you backwards.

The backs of your legs make contact with the bed, then Vinny is lowering you onto the mattress. He leans down with you, careful not to break the heated kiss.

Vinny’s hands are roving all over your body; he can’t seem to make up his mind and touch you in a singular place. One of his hands snakes up your shirt and the other moves to rest on your neck. You shudder slightly at the sudden sting of his cold rings on your skin.

But then he’s pulling away. Disappointment flashes in your chest as you watch him sit up through hooded eyes, although he keeps the one hand gently gripping your neck. You’re caged in by his legs, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s going to continue this stupid game of his.

You grab at his shirt and tightly bunch the fabric up in your fists.

“Vin, what the fuck?” you snap.

He looks down you with a weird look on his face.

“What?” he pants above you. “What do you mean what the fuck?”

“First, the bathroom this morning—“ His thumb brushing at the center of your throat has you faltering for a moment. “A-And then constantly touching me and teasing me. I have needed you all day. God, you’re a fucking asshole.”

Vinny’s lips stretch into a grin in realization.

“I love teasing you and getting you all worked up,” he admits. He leans back into your space and begins pressing kisses to your jawline. “It’s just.. so much fun.”

Your eyes are threatening to roll back in your head as Vinny makes his way down your jaw to your pulse point. He stops his kisses and proceeds to nip and suck at your skin, carelessly giving you a hickey that will definitely be hard to cover up in the morning.

“But at the bar…” His voice vibrates against your throat. “Maybe I’d teased you a little too much. Maybe I was being an asshole … But you were too close to Ryan and he was making you laugh—“

“Oh, my god.” You laugh at Vinny’s halfhearted admission. He bites your skin in retaliation. “Y-You were jealous of Ryan? Jesus christ, Vin. I love Ryan, but is he the one on top of me right now?”

Vinny mumbles into your neck before he’s pulling away and looking down at you. His face is flushed and his lips are swollen and red. You speak again before he has a chance to.

“Maybe I should flirt with your bandmates more often if it means you’ll take me to bed afterwards,” you remark casually with a smile.

You were trying to be joking and playful, but Vinny doesn’t look amused. He’s glaring down at you with his mouth in a tight line. You then prop yourself up on your elbows so your face is closer to his.

“Hey. I love you, okay?” you tell him. You see his eyes catch on your lips as you talk. “I’m in love with you, not anyone else. I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

Vinny stays quiet for a moment. Then his hand is back at your throat, a very light pressure being applied by his fingertips. You gasp sharply at the suddenness of the act, but you can see Vinny’s eyes gradually softening at he continues to look down at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs.

You offer him a smile, to which he returns.

“Now, can you do something, please?” you ask.

“Yeah? Like what?” Vinny leans back in to kiss you. But this is slow and steady, an agonizing pace compared to a few minutes ago.

You hum into the kiss without bothering to attempt at replying. Vinny is languidly kissing you, taking his sweet time and savoring every touch of your lips. He pries your mouth open with his tongue and there’s a sliver of your being that believes he may be trying to devour you whole.

You’re growing restless, however. As much as you love the slow make outs, right now, you need more.

So you’re fisting Vinny’s shirt and trying to push it up his body, but he stops you before you’re able to achieve your goal. He wordlessly sits up and pulls off his shirt and jacket. You reach out to touch him, but again, he’s stopping you before that can happen. Because his hands are dragging your own shirt off of you and his mouth is all over your stomach and chest.

His teeth sink into your flesh at random intervals. You know there are going to be countless hickeys and love bites from your navel all the way up to your neck, and you are totally fine with that.

Vinny works his way down your torso until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you and grins when he sees how flustered and red you are. The sight of him smiling between your legs should not be that hot, but you love it too much to stop it.

As he’s working on getting your pants off, you slip out of your bra and toss it away blindly. The way he looks back up at you once your legs are free of your bottoms (and underwear) and your chest is bare has you biting back a moan.

“Sit up,” Vinny says. His voice is low and rough, and you do not hesitate to sit on the bed with your legs bent beneath you.

Vinny takes off the rest of his clothes at the foot of the bed. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him undress, until he is completely naked. You think you taste blood, but it’s a little too late to check or care with Vinny crawling back towards you.

He grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him, your hands grabbing at the roots of his hair. He’s kissing you with much more aggression and hunger, and there’s nothing you can do from moaning against his lips. And the sound of Vinny also humming and moaning into your mouth has a persistent pulse throbbing in your cunt.

With his other hand, Vinny gently shoves your legs open. The unexpected cool air against your pussy has your grip in his hair tightening. Then his fingers are gliding through your wet folds and you keen against him at the sensation.

A high pitched moan escapes you when one of his fingers presses its way inside you. The feeling has you breaking the kiss and throwing your head back as Vinny slowly works you open.

“Doing so good, baby,” Vinny murmurs into your collarbone. His teeth scrape against your skin just as he’s shoving another digit inside of you.

Your walls seize around his fingers when he begins to pick up his pace. You cry out in pleasure and relish in the strained noises Vinny’s making against the column of your throat.

That white hot coil that has been plaguing you all day is finally going to meet its end. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you grind down into Vinny’s hand to make it come sooner. And he obliges, by pressing his thumb into your clit, adding just enough pressure and extra movement to have you coming undone.

You moan loudly at your much needed release, and Vinny continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you until you’re relaxing against him.

It didn’t take much for you to come, but Vinny doesn’t seem bothered. With hazy eyes you watch him take those same fingers that had just been inside you and lick them clean. You moan lightly at the sight.

Vinny doesn’t wait for you to recover before he’s pulling you into his lap. His hard cock is pressing against your folds, and that stupid heated knot is finding its way back to its original place deep down in your belly.

“Vin,” you whine at him. “Vin, please—“

But he’s reconnecting your mouths and you taste yourself on his tongue. It makes your head spin and you’re humming into him again.

And you’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t notice right away how Vinny is working his cock into you. With one arm around your waist and the other carefully guiding you down onto him. The feeling of finally being filled by him is nearly overwhelming.

When he’s bottomed out he pulls away from you by a few inches. His eyes are blown with desire and you think you can see your own reflected back at you.

Vinny begins moving and you tug harshly at his hair. He hisses at the sharp pain that splices through his scalp, but keeps thrusting up into you. You push back down against him, and you work out a steady rhythm that has the head of Vinny’s cock hitting that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

An entire galaxy flashes across your vision. There are now two arms around your torso, and the tightness of them is comforting as you continue rocking against Vinny.

In the space between you there are the sounds of shared panting and moaning and you swear you hear a muttered “Feel so good, mama.” Even if you had imagined it, it still makes you move your hips faster.

You can feel your second orgasm approaching rapidly. Your body is clenching around Vinny, his thrusts growing more uncoordinated. You’re both so close.

“Vin— Ah, ah—“ He’s biting your neck again. “Vinny baby, ‘m so—“

“I know. Come on, baby.” His breath is scorching hot on your neck and shoulder. “Ah— Come for me, baby.”

A moment later you’re coming with Vinny’s name on your lips, another brilliant series of stars and nebulas dotting your vision. His continued thrusts helps you through your high, especially when his arms tense around you as you feel him stiffen then he’s coming in you.

Everything feels amplified — every breath, every inch of skin being on fire, every bead of sweat that drips down your body.

All you feel is Vinny.

Vinny, Vinny, Vinny.

And god, the friction of skin on skin as he’s pulling out makes you dizzy.

Vinny lays you back on the bed and you blearily watch him enter the bathroom then return a few moments later. He hovers above you as he gently wipes your legs and pelvis clean with a damp washcloth, his touch comforting and light. He’s cautious in his work.

Your fingers are aching from how hard you had been clutching at the strands of hair on Vinny’s head, much like a vise. As he gets you both under the covers, he sees you flexing your hands lazily. He begins to massage at the joints of each individual finger and you let him.

You shift closer to him so your head is resting in the crook of his neck. He absentmindedly tangles your legs together as he keeps on with his task.

“I love you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“I love you, too,” Vinny says back. And you can hear the smile in his voice.

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please can i request 8 with folio? 🖤have a lovely day!🫶

Here you go! Thank you for being so patient. <3

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Makeshift

[30 Days of Bad Omens]

@signs-of-ill-portent bingo card here

Pairing List: # 1 Nick Folio x Female Reader

Smut Prompts:

# 8 “that’s strike 1/2/3”

#54. “bend over”

#44. “does that turn you on?”

*AN// smoking, Dominant Nick 😏, unprotected p in v sex

This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

Summary: You accidentally interrupt Nick's practice session and there are consequences.

The rain pounds against the window as lightning cracks the sky. Nick Folio has been restless all day. He didn’t sleep much since the guys had a huge party last night, the last one before the tour starts in a few days. He can’t go fishing or take his Harley out in the raging storm. Nick rubs his temples with a huff trying to get the memory of you out of his mind. Nick loves a good joke, but your mouth was relentless. Too many shots of tequila had you stripping your clothes off too. Now Nick won’t complain about what he saw of you, but he prefers a good challenge and last night ‘desperate’ was practically written on your forehead.

By the end of the night, you stumbled out of the house in your lacy bra, mini skirt, and one shoe. God only knows where your other heel is. Nick shakes the memory of him wrapping his leather jacket around you to cover your indecency as he helped you into the Uber.

Nick pushes himself off the kitchen counter and swipes Ruffilo’s pack of cigs and lighter nearby. He heads to the makeshift practice room in the garage, grunting as he stretches at the threshold. He opens the garage door and lights his cigarette. The rain is drizzling now and the sun has peeked out from the clouds. 

Nick inhales deeply, letting the smoke fills his lungs. He flicks the ashes in the ashtray behind his drumset and settles down on the drum throne. He pops the cig back in his mouth and puts his headphones on. 

He pulls another drag before getting lost in the rhythm and thrashing of the drums. Time blurs around him and in no time sweat sticks tendrils to his forehead and temple. The cigarette has long been discarded same with his t-shirt. Nick pauses only to run a hand through his hair slicking it back. That’s when he finds you staring at him from the driveway.

“Hey, Nick.” His eyes narrow slightly as he eyes his leather jacket draped over your shoulders.��

“How long have you been watching me?” Nick smirks.

“A while,” you shrug casually. You try to play it cool but find it difficult as you watch Nick’s shoulders flex as he grabs the pack of cigarettes.

“Are you going to just stand there and look pretty or..” Nick keeps his gaze on you as he lights another cigarette. Your mouth falls open slightly as he puffs smoke in your direction.

“R-right,” you stammer out. “Here.” You shed the jacket from your shoulders. Nick rises from behind his kit to meet you in the middle. As you hand Nick his jacket your fingers brush against each other. Quickly, you turn your gaze away hoping he didn’t notice. 

“Cool posters,” you rush out as you smooth your sweaty palms over your jeans. You swallow down the nerves stirring in your stomach. 

“Thanks.” Nick walks over and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray. 

“Sorry about last night.” You wring your hands nervously unable to meet his eyes. 

“You were wild last night.” Nick rolls his eyes as he sets down the jacket on his throne.

“I’m usually not like that.” You justify, but the air leaves your lungs when Nick crosses his arms over his chest. Nick sighs shaking his head.

“Then what are you like? You know what, never mind. Get inside.” Nick gestures to the door.

“Wait, what?” Your brows furrow as your process his demand.

“Don’t make me say it again.” Nick’s voice goes deep and raspy. 

There’s a slight twang to his voice that you didn’t notice before and it makes your pussy throb. Nick opens his mouth to say speak again but your feet start moving through the garage on their own. A deep chuckle comes from behind you as you open the door. 

Nick grabs his jacket from the stool and instantly your scent fills his lungs. Nick bites back a moan as he crosses the threshold. His pretty little interruption is going to pay for looking so damn sexy in his jacket. Nick finds you lounging on the couch in the living room. 

“In here,” Nick yells across the room.

You shoot up from the couch. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as your mind begins to spiral. 

“Clothes off. Everything but your bra and panties.” Nick instructs from the corner of the kitchen. 

You quickly cast your clothes to the ground. Goosebumps spread over your arms as you stand bare before Nick. Your cheeks flush as Nick looks you up and down. 

“Bold of you to wear the same set you stumbled out of the house in last night.” Nick laughs without humor. “Bend over.” Nick points to the kitchen island. “You threw up on the kitchen island last night after your fifth shot of tequila. Poor Noah had to clean up your mess.”

You brace yourself against the cool granite countertop. Nick’s warm hand rubs against your ass.

“Strike one.” You grunt on impact as the pain spreads across your skin.

“You ok?” Nick whispers. 

His warm breath heats the shell on your ear. You nod as best as you can against the counter. Nick snakes his nondominant hand between your thighs. Your legs tense to the sudden sensation as he cups your sex. 

“Does that turn you on?” 

Nick asks as he moves the fabric of your thong to the side. He slides two fingers along your folds then up to tease your clit. You whimper as Nick murmurs, “Baby, you are soaked.” 

Nick removes his fingers from your pussy. Wet noises and moans fall from Nick’s mouth as he licks your juices from his glistening fingers. He fists your hair and tugs slightly. 

“Two..” Nick pulls harder as the other hand makes swift contact with your reddening ass cheek. He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe as he lands another firm smack to the other cheek. “Three.” 

Nick releases his hold on your hair to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn’t bother taking off his pants he just pulls his hard-on from his boxers. Nick grunts as he pumps his hard cock and then teases the tip against your entrance. He palms both of your ass cheeks soothing slightly before slamming his open hands to your fleshy mounds. You shriek at the sudden pain that spreads through you. Nick grips your hips so hard his fingernails dig into your delicate skin. Nick relentlessly slams his cock into you. Thrusting hard and fast as you grind back into him. 

“Fuck,” you both curse in unison as Nick quickens his pace. 

Sweat slicks between you as Nick leans over you. He trails on hand to the front of your thigh while keeping his punishing rhythm. His fingers split your folds before circling your clit. You mewl arching your back pulling his cock deeper into you. 

“You take me so well.” Nick grits out through clenched teeth. Stars speckle behind your eyelids as Nick shouts,” Fuck, baby, come with me.” Nick’s meticulous thrusts turn sporadic as he bottoms out. You scream his name as your pussy walls clench around him until he fills you with every drop until it starts to drip down your thigh. Nick bites back another curse as he withdraws from you. He tucks himself back into his boxers and whispers, “Now let's find your missing heel.”

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Noah Sebastian x inexperience reader HC

Thinking of Noah with an inexperienced reader. Like- if things even heat up a LITTLE BIT, he’s pulling away and asking what you’re comfortable with. Even if you’ve already had the discussion, he wants you to vocalize it every time. Him being patient with you and wanting to do things in your own time. And even you tell him that you’re okay with him fingering you or grinding with you for the first time, he talks you through the ENTIRE thing. And he does it for every single first you’d have with him. “You’re doing so good for me baby, just relax. You’ve got it. That’s my good girl, you’re taking it so well. I’m so fucking proud of you” as well as “you look so pretty like this baby. Cum whenever you like, you don’t need to ask or tell me. You tell me when you wanna stop.” And it’s an obvious thing that he makes you do the light system with him. He’ll ask you to call color during the start of each thing he does with you. The only reason he makes you adhere to it, is because he wants you to actually communicate with him even if you get too bashful.

The first time he goes down on you is a big moment for you. You’re hiding from him a little bit and he’s very quick to move back to where his face is level with yours. Pushing your hair back out of your face. “Hey, hey it’s okay babe. You know we don’t have to do this. I’m not going to be mad if you change your mind” and if you say you’re still okay with doing it he presses a kiss to your lips and says “you’re safe with me. I don’t want you to hide that pretty face of yours or your body that I’ve came to adore every inch of. I love you, and nothing will change that.” He takes his time with you to make sure you’re completely relaxed before he lowers himself back down, then gently spreads your legs. Exposing you to him. He looks at you, kissing your inner thighs then says “even looking at you from this angle, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” then presses a kiss to your clit making you gasp.

Then the big one being the first time you have sex together, which is also him taking your virginity. He puts out all the stops. Dinner together, a massage after a bath he draws for you that was dimly lit by candles. Leaving kisses all over your skin, making sure you know how loved you are and how beautiful you are to him as well. Genuinely being the best person you could ask for. The two of you start out the night by doing the things you and him are both completely sure you’re comfortable doing, knowing it’ll get you more relaxed. As he situates himself between your legs, his cock resting against your inner thigh. He makes sure that you’re completely sure and comfortable with doing this with him. When you say you are, he makes sure to hold both of your hands after he puts the tip right on your outter lips. He kisses you as he pushes himself into you slowly. Only sinking in a half inch at a time. Once he’s all the way in, he sits there until you tell him to move, then fucks into you as if you could break at any second. Making sure to kiss you and your neck. Telling you how good you’re doing. How proud he is of you. How much he loves you. He makes sure that you cum first. Even if you’ve already came twice from the foreplay.

No matter how long you have him wait until you are comfortable, it doesn’t change how much he loves you. You are his person. He will go to the ends of the earth for you. Hell, I’m sure he’d kill for you as well if you asked. You put the stars in his sky, and for the first time in a long time, you’re the person he calls home.

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THE GAMES WE PLAY

source : tiktok

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x gender neutral reader

CW: swearing, mild hair pulling/tugging, sloppy desk blowjob

word count :813

AN; unbeta'd oneshot - please enjoy❤️ - dividers @saradika-graphics

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18+ content MDNI

You find yourself under a desk… one might ask why you are there but not you. Not with the bet you have going with Noah that you can make him cum so hard he dies in game. You know his track record isn't great, he streams to play with his friends and right now one of those friends is in the room across the hall. 

Noah was gracious to set down a few blankets and pillows for you while you situate yourself for the long haul. You hear the smile in his voice and a soft chuckle when he greets those who have joined the stream. You gently slide your hands over his thighs, spreading his legs for you. On his longer half, he is dressed only in soft gym shorts giving you easy access to every sensitive part of him. 

Slowly, painfully slow you graze the tips of your fingers from the inner thigh up the the large holes in the legs of his shorts. His breath catches only for a second and you hear him fake a cough when your fingers brush the junction of flesh between his legs. You feel his body tense to your touch, rubbing your thumbs over the skin, teasing. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” he swears covering the soft sigh you definitely heard. You haven’t even started and he’s going crazy. “Yes!” he cheers, “Next round let’s goooooo!” You scoot forward peering up from your lashes at him, and he winks at you. Your gaze lowers when his attention moves back up to the screen and you find the hand not holding the controller, flipping you off. Grinning, you know to double your efforts, thumbing the waistband of his shorts. To your surprise, he gets the silent plea and adjusts his weight for you to tug down his shorts while feigning what you would consider the most obnoxious yawn and stretch you’ve ever heard. 

Licking your lips, you get down to business, gripping the thickest part of his thigh to plant wet kisses up his leg. He coughs again and you notice the music getting louder. You hear Nick ask if Noah is alright and he responds with a “Fuck you” and back to button smashing. The trash-talking has you all riled up, impulsively you lick a fat stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip, earning you a magical slew of curses and a warning tug on your roots. It’s hot and over in seconds as he presses on in his game. 

But now you want more.

Crowding in closer to his lap, you support your knees on a few pillows before bracing your hands on his hips. He hisses when you dig your nails in and wrap your lips around the tip. Flicking your tongue over the slit, salty precum bursts on your tastebuds. Above you, Noah clears his throat again and you swallow more. Swirling and sucking, he slaps away your hands and when you look up at him he glares at you, his dark eyes narrow and dilated. You roll your tongue- a bratty fuck you too. His jaw tics before saying “I think I’m going to call this one.” You sit silently, the weight of his cock heavy against your tongue as the guys playing with him all gang up on him. Defeated, Noah agrees to keep playing. When you hear Nick say, “hold on guys I gotta pee,” the guys grumble in unison. Your ticket to victory. Noah instantly shoves your head down his length unrelenting when you start to gag. “Hey Noah, you loading in?” someone asks. “Oh yeah, one sec…” he mumbles, hands leaving your hair, one to claw at his own thigh while the other wipes away the stray tear from your cheek. A shimmer of adoration sparkles in his eyes just before his attention returns to the game. 

It’s time to finish him.

With renewed fervor, you swirl your tongue around him again and start bobbing your head up and down. Leaning back in his chair slightly, he meets your efforts with a rock of his hips. Drool spills from your lips coating the hands wrapped around his shaft. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, his rthymn sputtering. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts, shooting ropes of cum into the back of your throat. There’s a loud thud above you -- a controller most likely-- jolting your concentration if only for a second as you lick and suck Noah’s cock clean. 

Another crash and suddenly large hands push you off making you fall onto your ass. Dazed, you hardly register being pulled up from the desk and onto Noah’s chest. With a vice grip, he tilts your chin up and spears your lips apart with his tongue. He ruthlessly explores your mouth, licking up any remaining cum from your mouth. 

“That was fucking hot,” Noah pants, chest heaving and eyes locked onto yours.

“You’re next.”

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i hope you enjoy, it’s kinda hard for me to be angst but i tried my best so hope you enjoy!

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Hiii! Can u make an ENHYPEN reaction to yn playing a sport they are really good at?

Love yaa and your works ❤️

Hi tysm for the request and kind words :)!!!! I hope you enjoy:)

Jungwon

When he first met you it was like he met his absolute soulmate

He was in absolute shock that you were into taekwondo just like him

He was lowkey intimidated by you..

He thought you were the most beautiful/handsome person he had ever met in his entire life

He always supports you and if you're struggling he will help you no matter what

He thinks it it's the coolest thing ever

Heeseung

two words. IN LOVE

when he saw you playing basketball he was like "well damn"

He was so attracted to your athletic ability

He will ALWAYS act like he's better than you just to piss you off

You're so important to him and the fact you share a love for the same thing,brings you guys even closer

He comes to every. Single . One . Of your games

He's your #1 supporter through and through

He's always smiling at you while you're doing it

Jake

OMG HES OBSESSED

You guys were on vacation with the othe members and when he saw you playing volleyball he was shocked

JAW IS ON THE FLOOR

he is so in love

He loves to just sit and watch you do your thing

Same thing as the other members,he will always be your #1 supporter and come to every game you participate in

He is so proud of you and constantly reminds you of that

Jay

He is always making sure you stay hydrated cause HES JAY LIKE BR

He tries to keep up with you but fails 😭

If you try to teach him how to do it he's like NOPE BYE-🏃‍♂️💨

In all seriousness you can see the complete love in his eyes when he watches you practice

He's like a proud little boyfriend in his own world watching his beautiful/handsome s/o

He always tells engenes to show there support for you

Sunghoon

ICE PRINCE HAS FOUND HIS ICE QUEEN/KING

omg you guys don't understand, how inlove he Is

He absolutely adores watching you do your thing

He saw you one day when he was at practice and was like HOLD UP IM IN LOVE

Love at first sight

You guys have the most adorable skating dates ever

He always buys you accessories for you outfits tehehehe

Sunoo

He is like a puppy just staring out a window in pure happiness

He is shocked because of your skill level

He does not understand how a person can do something that seems so difficult but you do it effortlessly

He does not shut up about you to his friends

He is so proud of you and is very curious about the sport

He is so interested in every thing you do

He follows you around , attempting to figure it out

His lockscreen is you doing your sport 😭🤭

Niki

He is lowkey jealous

He doesn't understand how a person can be so truly and utterly amazing at something

He's so curious,he's always asking you how you do it,what interests you about it ect

He is so proud of you and always reminds you of that

If he could sit and watch you for days HE WOULD

He is very impressed and doesn't shut up about how cool you are

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this audio and jake?!!!?

-🫗

GOODBYE AMGAJAGAMSGJSHS THE WAY HIS BREATH IS SHAKING I CAAAAAAAAAANT

PLEASE HE WOULD BE SO LOUD I AM UNWELL RN

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WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK

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