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best friend!noah just gives me puppy dog. all he wants is your attention; those big brown eyes of his are begging for affection, c’mon now. see, he thinks he’s a lap dog (he is not), flopping on top of you on the bed with all 6’3 of him. nuzzles into you with a satisfied huff. see? puppy.

he whines and growls. puppy.

likes it when you pet his hair, smooth it through your fingers, scratch his scalp. snuggly and warm. the best to sleep next to. protective. a little possessive. sloppy with his kisses. ridiculously loyal. can i adopt him?

Omg this is SO GOOD!!!!! HE IS A CERTIFIED PUPPY!!!

You think it's so funny everytime you share a bed with him. He keeps the room so cold, sou you have no other option than to cuddle close to him. Usually, he snuggles you from behind, burying his face in your hair and neck.

But, whenever he needs a little more attention, he lays on top of you and rests his head on your chest, sometimes on the juncture between your neck and shoulders. He thinks he's meant to be there forever, because he fits perfectly against you.

Whenever he sits beside on the couch, he rests his elbows on his knees and leand foward a little, head in the palm of his hands. Then, he looks at you and gives you those sweet boba eyes, and you immediatly know what he wants.

So, naturally, your hands go to scratch his back, all the way up to the nake of his neck and then you rake your nails in his scalp. He gives a little twitch from how good it feels.

And when you stop? That's when the whining starts. You tell him your arms are tired, but he's having none of it. So he physically grabs your hand and places it back on his head.

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bsf!rafe waking up with morning wood

warnings: smut (mdni) maybe somnophilia if you squint i guess? morning wood, me trying something new bc i came up with this random blurb i might try out writing other blurbs like this??? so if you have any ideas or pairings you want me to write for pls lmk because as much as i love writing +2k word fics it's fun to rewind by writing shorter stuff too

wherever rafe went, you followed; and even though it annoyed some of his friends, they didn't dare to say anything about it to rafe, because the one time they did, he got so angry they thought they were getting their asses kicked.

everywhere, also happened to include his bed. it had started after you had accidentally passed out on his bed from how much you drank, and he didn't care if you were there or not, he was sleeping in his own bed. now, it had gotten to the point where you couldn't sleep without him, and vice versa.

but you weren't a couple, of course not. rafe wasn't one for relationships, and you were just his friend since childhood, and even if he fucked you into the mattress a couple of times per week, or the fact that he never allowed any other girl to be in his bed, or that he thought of you whenever he hooked up with someone, it was just friendship.

"come on, wake up pretty girl..." he mumbled into your shoulder as you started stirring awake, rafe holding up one of your thighs up slightly as his hand rubbed his hard cock against your panty-clad pussy.

"come on, rafe..." you mumbled sleepily, and the blonde pressed a small, warm kiss on your shoulder over the fabric of his t-shirt. "why'd you wake me up? can't you see that 'm tired..."

"princess.. i need you..."

"rafe, we already went three rounds yesterday..."

"please, baby..." rafe mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck, the action causing shivers to go down your spine, and you could feel your panties starting to get wet, sticking to your puffy folds. "i'll do anything... just need you so much right now..."

you looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck, "anything?"

"anything for you, princess. including murder."

"will you buy me those vivienne westwood earrings i want?"

"hell, i'll get a matching necklace."

and that's how you ended up with your best friend on top of you, pounding into your already sore pussy from the night before, your face pressed against the sheet as you let out moans that got muffled by the pillow, a handful of your hair around his fist as you closed your eyes in pleasure, your fists gripping the sheets to try and anchor yourself as he spoke in a low tone with every thrust "such a good girl for me... you're mine... this pussy's all mine... no one's gonna fuck this pretty pussy like i do..."

yeah. just friendship.

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Making of "THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND" Music Video

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i’m gonna be fucking ill

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you right

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

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross posted on ao3

word count: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And how it always will be.

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

You're not over him. You never were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe."

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

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

"That you missed me." You don't even bother stopping the whine that slips from you when he pulls away, but he doesn't go far. His lips are barely brushing against yours now, forehead pressed firmly against yours. "Say it. Please."

"...I always miss you, Noah."

There's a split second of silence before Noah's surging forward, lips pressing into yours with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up with a bruise on your lips. It moves quickly after that, your underwear being lost somewhere in the dimly lit room with your shirt, and then the sound of his rustling belt as he shoves his jeans down. He pulls away to flip you around, your cheek now pressed against the wall.

Big hands sprawl against your backside, gripping, and the groan Noah lets out from behind you has your core aching.

"Fuck. Look at you..." You hear him shuffling behind you and then the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, and for a second your stomach drops.

He was prepared, which isn't shocking to you, but he couldn't have known you were going to be here tonight. He acted shocked when he saw you, even telling you that he didn't think you'd make it. Had he planned on hooking up with someone else tonight? You don't get to dwell on it for too long, or the way it makes your blood boil from jealousy, because his tip is pressing into your entrance.

"Oh fuck." Your eyes squeeze shut and you reach back blindly, his hand finding yours immediately.

"So fucking tight." He grits out.

Your fingers lace with his and you squeeze hard, because the stretch is almost too much. Almost. You can't lie to yourself and say you hate it, because you don't. You loved the stretch, the burn of it all, because it was a sore reminder the next day that he was yours for a moment. His hand that wasn't laced with yours gripped your hip, his thumb sliding across your bare skin in a comforting manner.

"Always take me so well," He exhales, voice teetering on a whine, and he leans his forehead against your shoulder. "So good."

You just whimper in response, squeezing his hand again. The both of you moan in unison when he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against together. He lifts his head before you feel his lips ghost over your shoulder.

"You okay?"

You nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip to try and keep your noises at bay, mind already racing at how fucking delicious he feels inside. You never understood how he always felt so good, snug deep inside you, like he was meant to be there. He presses another kiss to your shoulder before unlacing your fingers, letting both of his hands now grip your hip as he slowly starts to move.

The drag of his cock has your eyes rolling back, mouth dropping open as he pushed back in, hips snapping against yours. The gentle demeanor is now gone because he knows your time is limited so he doesn't waste it, rocking into you with such force that has you seeing fucking stars. Pleasure courses through your body as the head of his cock slams into that spot over and over, your body shuddering against the wall.

"Noah..."

"What is it, baby?"

"I... I need..." You don't even know what you need and find yourself grinding back against Noah, pushing his cock deeper inside you.

“What do you need?” You only whine at his words, grinding back against him again. You feel one of his hands slide from your hip and down to where the two of you meet, his fingers brushing against your swollen clit. Your body shudders again, a broken moan leaving your parted lips. “Oh? Is this what you need, sweetheart?”

You nod, cheek still pressed against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Noah, baby, please.”

He shushes you, fingers pressing against your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “I got you. Don’t worry. Gonna give you what you want.”

You hear him grunt behind you as your cunt clenched around his cock at his words. It was all becoming so much so quickly, if you were more coherent you’d be sad at how little time you actually had left with him, but you can’t even think of that. No, you’re too focused on how fucking good his fingers feel, rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. His thrusts don’t let up either, his pace quickening and the drag of his cock has a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit.” He whines out, giving you one hard thrust before grinding himself against your ass. “Does he fuck you like this, baby?”

You choke on a sob, pussy clenching around his cock and you hear him groan.

“No, he doesn’t. Poor baby was begging me to fuck her.” His face buries against the back of your neck, his thrusts picking up again. “But it’s okay, you don’t need him… because you know all you need is me, right? I’ll always give it to you the way you like.”

He sounds drunk, words slurring in between his moans as he thrusts into you again. Your cheek is starting to hurt with how hard it’s pressed against the wall but you don’t care, chanting Noah’s name over and over again. The fire in the pit of your stomach keeps growing and you blink away the tears that are burning at your eyes.

It’s so good, feels so fucking good but so wrong at the same time. He wasn’t lying. Your sex life with your current partner was fine but nowhere near compared to this. Noah knew your body better than you did and knew exactly what you needed every damn time.

“Noah, I’m…” Your eyes burned and you choked on another moan. The hand between your thighs never let up, and his other hand comes up to wrap around your throat gently.

“Gonna come?” You try to nod in his hold, but his grip on your neck tightens slightly making it difficult. “Yeah? Go ahead. You can come, pretty girl.”

And that does it, the coil in the deepest pit of your stomach undoing. Your vision blurs and if it wasn’t for the grip on your neck, you’re sure your moans would be so loud the entire house would’ve heard you. You don’t even fucking care at this point, too lost in the pleasure that’s coursing through you, and the way Noah continues to pound into you to reach his own high.

“That’s it, fuck. Come all over my cock, baby.” He groans behind you, face burying against your shoulder to muffle his own noises.

Your body convulses with aftershocks of your orgasm, whimpering in over sensitivity. It doesn’t take much longer for Noah to find his own release, hips stilling against your ass as he whined out your name. His hold on your neck releases but he doesn’t move from you.

The two of you stay tangled in each other for a few moments longer, trying to catch your breaths. The reality of what just happened settles over you but for some reason you feel… content. The guilt and disappointment was no longer lingering over you.

“Fuck.” Noah chuckles behind you, lifting his head from your shoulder just a bit to scatter a few kisses where his forehead had been. You preen at the affection. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You say breathlessly, groaning quietly when you feel him shift behind you, cock still buried inside you.

The two of you both whine at the feeling of him slipping out and you couldn’t help but feel sad at the emptiness it left behind. You hear him shuffle around behind you, probably to throw away the condom and to hopefully look for something to clean you off with, and when your felt him settle behind you, the gentle touch of a cotton between your legs has you melting against the wall.

“Sorry to whoever shirt this is.” Noah mumbles, chuckling quietly.

You only hum in response, eyes fluttering closed as the exhaustion enters your body. Noah takes his time and even places another kiss against your shoulder, whispering to you that he was done and that you could get dressed now.

Something shifted in the air after that, the moment much more intimate than the other times you had spent together. But you nod, humming in response again before turning to find your clothes. You find your clothes with ease, Noah's words lingering in your head.

Because you know all you need is me.

The truth in those words makes your throat close up and you try swallowing whatever it is you're feeling away, pulling your underwear up and under your skirt that was still bunched up around your waist. You smooth it down before reaching for your shirt, slipping your arms through the holes. The weight in your chest returns, just like it had when Noah mentioned that he had missed you, the first admission of its kind.

Maybe there was some truth behind that for him, as well. Maybe all he needed was you, too. Your stomach turns at the thought as you begin to button your shirt up with shaky fingers, hearing Noah shuffling behind you in silence.

You begin to wonder what he must be thinking and a part of you is hoping he's thinking the same thing. It's foolish believing, you know it is, but you can't help it. Maybe you two had finally gotten over that unspoken rule that was set in place to where all feelings were avoided? Maybe it was time you two faced the music and admitted to whatever the fuck was going on?

You shouldn't want this. You should let it go. Yet, your mind is racing with all the possibilities and what if's, and you find yourself speaking before you can double down on it.

"Noah, I..."

You finished buttoning your shirt, turning around to finally face the male but find him nowhere to be found. Your heart drops, sinking so low into the deepest pit of your stomach. He's gone. He left you here without even an utter of a goodbye. Your eyes burn and there's a sour taste in the back of your throat, building up slowly as the realization dawns on you.

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Say You’re Mine - Miniseries

Noah Sebastian x Reader

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

Authors note: I want to apologize for the delay in putting out part three! Thank you all for the feedback. I’m so glad y’all are enjoying the miniseries! I hope you enjoy part three! If this isn’t something you don’t want to read please avoid and I’ll catch you on the next one! If I missed any other triggers please dm me so I can add them. I want you all to be safe when reading my fanfics. Your mental health matters. 🖤

Part Three.

The group chat was busy tonight, Noah was throwing another party at his house. He invited you and Ryan, along with all of his closest friends. Ryan sends a text that he couldn’t make it tonight, work called him in. Your eyes widened. You can’t go. You can’t. You sigh. Ryan would want you to go. You type out a text and send it to the group chat.

If everyone is okay with me coming without Ryan lol 😂

You have to play along. Ryan still hasn’t suspected anything.

Jolly: Yeah, come join us, y/n!

Nicholas: ����🙏🙏

Folio: You better!

You roll your eyes, no text from Noah. Why would you expect one? You put your phone down to go to your closet to pick out a dress for tonight. You pick out a black bodycon dress. It’s going to be cold out. You grab a flannel, and put on your doc martens. You look in the mirror, checking over if you like the outfit. You look good. You go to the bathroom to put on some mascara and a little bit of lip gloss. You walk to the door, grabbing your purse, keys, and phone.

After a twenty minute drive you pull up to his house, you can already hear the loud music. You get out of your car, closing it behind you. You walk up to his front door, letting yourself in. You are greeted by the guys. They welcome you inside and all pull you into hugs, everyone’s already drinking, and talking. Everyone is welcoming you into the party…where’s Noah?

You think it’s odd that he hasn’t come up, and made a remark about you. Or tried to mess with you. Maybe…just maybe he’s moved on from his little game he was playing with you. You converse with a few friends as you make your way throughout the house. You look around. You are handed a drink, you look down, having no idea what it is. You put the cup down, walking through the living room. You spot him. He is drinking his beer, and talking with his friends. He picks up a joint beside him. He lights it, watching you. He smirks, taking a drag of the joint. He exhales, letting the smoke surround him.

It’s part of his game, make you come crawling back to him. He played with you a little, messed with your head. Now it’s your turn to come to him. He licks his lips, taking another drag of the joint. His hooded eyes looking over your body, lingering in certain spots. You aren’t going to give in. Nope. You look away, walking to the kitchen. You are greeted by Noah’s friend, Jesse. You get your drink, you and Jesse start chatting. This is good, a familiar face. Someone who respected your boundaries, and you.

You feel his eyes on you. You turn your body towards Jesse, giving him your full attention as you both talk about random topics.

The conversation goes on for quite awhile. Jesse excuses himself to go to the bathroom. You laugh, ushering him to go. You turn around to see Noah isn’t in his previous spot. You sigh in relief. Maybe he has given up, and will finally leave you alone. You wanted that…right? You walk down the hallway, trying to get away from the noise. You feel like you’re suffocating once again.

You find yourself wandering. It’s like clockwork, you’re in front of Noah’s door. You stand there, looking down at the doorknob. Then back up at the dark wooden door. His room held many memories for you and Noah. You step back. You run a hand through your hair, debating on if you should go in or not. Why? What good would that do?

“What are you doing, y/n?” You shake your head. You turn your body, bumping into a solid mass. You stumble backwards, looking up at Noah. This time you can’t finds the words.

“Going somewhere?” He smirks, stepping closer to you. You step back again. Your eyes locked in on his as he glares down at you.

“No words now?” His voice is low, and dark with slight amusement as he takes another step. His smirk never fading.

“What’s the matter? Hm?”

“Nothing..” You swallow, trying to muster up something to say to him. He smirks and takes another final step, looking down at you. He steps forward again, leaning forward to look you in the eyes, a smirk ever growing on his face.

“Are you sure…” He says, taking another step closer to you. Your back bumps into the wall, you can’t help feel vulnerable as he presses himself against you. Noah looks behind him to find the hallway is empty. His eyes return to look down at you. His hands against the wall, your head tilts up to look up at him. He smirks again, he’s loving how weak you are for him. You’re right where he wanted you, pressed between the wall, and nowhere to go. You feel a soft, feather like touch against your collarbone, gliding down your arm. You look away, his gaze is too intense. You shiver feeling his fingers brushing against the valley of your breasts. He chuckles. He’s loving every second of this interaction between the two of you. You can’t look at him. His hand falling to your hip, bringing you close to him. You feel his breath on your neck.

“What’s the matter? You can’t even look me in the eyes anymore?” He keeps a smirk on his lips. You’re still avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me, y/n” his lips next to your ear. You whimper, he presses a soft kiss on your neck. You tense, his thumb stroking your hipbone.

“Tell me you miss me…” He keeps his lips pressed against your neck as he whispers.

“Noah..” you groan, not wanting to beg for anything from him. He gently nips your earlobe, his thumb rubbing circles along your hip.

“Say it…” His teeth gently biting your neck.

“It hurts to much to say it.” You gasp, feeling his teeth graze across your sensitive skin.

“Tell me…”

“I miss you..”

“Good girl…you’re being such a good girl for me…” He’s true to his words. He starts off with small, then works you up to the words that break you down. He nips your neck again.

“Say it again…”

“So you can stop? Torture me some more?” You look up at him. He doesn’t say anything. He stares down at you with a blank expression.

“What’s your end game?” You question him. His lips trail to your ear.

“I love how easily you melt in my hands when you’re this weak…” His whispers are soft and tantalizing. You whimper as he nibbles on your earlobe.

“Don’t ignore me” He chuckles. It’s clear he’s loving that you’re trying to have some control over this current predicament you’re in.

“I’m not ignoring you princess…” He gently bites on your earlobe again. You feel his hands trailing down your body.

“Mmm” You moan, it feels so good when he touches you like this.

“You’re being so good, so weak for me…” His voice is low in your ear. It sends chills down throughout your body. His hands gently rubbing along your waist, hips, and upper thighs.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask bluntly. He grins, nipping at your jaw.

“I might…if you’re good for me…”

“Please…I can’t take it anymore”

“Beg…” he kisses along your neck, marking up your skin.

“Please”

“Please what, princess…” He pulls away, looking intensely at you. You know he’s wanting to hear you beg for more. You let your head fall on his chest, stepping away from the wall. He wraps his hand around your throat, putting you up against the wall again.

“Beg. Say the words I’m waiting to hear…” He tightens his hand around your neck. You gasp, your hand finding his wrist. It’s a game, there’s no prize. He’s toying with you.

“Please fuck me, Noah” His grip tightens. You know those are the wrong words. He smirks. You know it’s so easy for you to break when it comes to him.

“Still wrong princess, say the words I want you to hear”You huff, you aren’t going to say it.

“Say you’re mine, princess…” He bites along your neck, leaving red and purple marks.

“Nooo…don’t do that all over again…” He smirks darkly, gently kisses along her neck…

“And what if I do?”

“Just do it. Stop toying with me” God, you sound so desperate. You know it’s music to his ears. He smirks…his lips still on your neck, biting, teasing you.

“No…not yet…” He kisses your collarbone, pressing his knee against you. The pressure between your thighs grows, you cling to his shirt. He stops. You whine, looking up at him as you pant. He smirks down at you.

“Still not saying the words…”

“Fuck off” He chuckles darkly, loving how much you want him. You aren’t giving in this time. You are going to resist.

“I don’t think you mean that…”

“Maybe I do” you push him off, fixing your dress. Your core is throbbing. You hate him. He chuckles as he shoves you back against the wall, holding you there. His knee against your core again.

“You don’t mean that, you need me…”

“I’m not admitting anything” He chuckles as he continues to press against you, watching you tense up from the sensations he’s creating.

“Admit it. You want it, I know you do…”

“Yet, you won’t let me” He gently bites your lower lip, before teasing up to your ear.

“Say it for me, and I’ll give you what you want…” He murmurs against the spot between your neck and ear. You feel the goosebumps pebbling your skin as his breath fans over your neck.

“Fuck me, sir.” You smirk. You can play again. No please for him. He grins. You can tell he loves playing your games.

“Beg properly…” He teases against you. His hand trailing under the hem of your dress.

“You know what….” You smack his hand away. He’s quick to grab your wrist, bringing it up to his lips.

“Say it or I won’t give you what you want. Beg me for it…” You pull your hand away from his grasp. He’s teasing you. He wants to see you completely give in.

“Make me” You cross your arms, looking up at him. He chuckles darkly, loving how small and tough you look right now. He wants to see how far you with this.

“Make you? I can have you trembling in seconds. Keep begging me…” He purrs as he leans in close to your face.

“Hahah, yeah, okay.” You try to not whimper, knowing he damn well could.

“You doubt me, princess?” He leans in further. His breath fanning along your lips. He bites your lower lip, pulling gently, but not giving you the kiss you needs. He kisses his way to your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“I do, actually”

“You really want to test me?” He continues to bite, and nip along your neck. His hands now moving along your waist, hips, gripping them firmly as he pulls you against him.

“Mhm.” You want to push him over the edge like he’s down to you these past weeks.

“You know you’ll regret it…” He smirks as he presses his his between your legs, you gasp. His hands holding you firmly by your waist. You’re standing strong, you feel the need to add fuel to the fire.

“Am I? Does nowah not like it when I get bratty?”

“I love when you get bratty, princess, but you’re not going to get what you want. I’m going to love watching you break…” He chuckles, looking down at you as he watches you start to react to his teasing once again.

“Two can play at that game”

“Oh, I’d love to see you try…” He presses his knee harder against you. His hands reach down to grab your wrists to pin them above your head. You know he loves playing like this, testing his self control. He loves it more knowing you will lose it before him. He’s sick that way.

“Say you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want, princess. It isn’t that hard…” He purrs into your ear, keeping a tight grip on your wrists.

“Beg me for it…”

“No” He chuckles, he keeps his knee in place, not moving. You feel the need for him building up again. You look down to see a wet spot on his pants. His eyes follow yours, looking down at the mess you made. He snickers, seeing the evidence of how he’s making you feel in plain sight. He looks down at you.

“Really now? I think your body is telling you that you love what I’m doing to you.” He pushes his knee against you again, resuming his teasing. You try to pull away, smirking up at him.

“I…”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I do know how it ends..it always ends the same way.”

“So, what makes you think the outcome will be different? Hm? You’ll give in, you always do. It’s pathetic.” His voice is low against your ear. He pulls away, gripping your wrist, leading you to his bedroom. No one else gets to see you fall apart. Only him. He drags you to his bedroom. He closes the door behind him. He pushes you on the bed, watching you, rready to show you what happens when you try to be a brat.

“What now? Are we going to gossip?” He chuckles, loving your confidence. You know it won’t last*

“Shut up.” He says softly, slowly moving over you, pinning your wrists to the bed. He’s always loved seeing you trapped underneath him.

“Shut up and look at me…” His voice is still low and deep. His hands pinning your wrists to the bed, sitting on your waist, locking your thighs between his legs. You are trying your best to keep up the brat act, but the way he’s looking down at you, it’s slowly starting to slip away. He smirks, loving the way he’s completely pinning you, trapping you. You aren’t going anywhere now.

“You always break so easily for me. I can see you’re already struggling, y/n” His hand moves to gently, and slowly trail along your thigh. His fingers light touches teasing you.

“No…” You mumble, he’s looking down at you. He smirks, loving your denial.

“We’ll see how long you can hold out” He continues to trail his fingers, teasing you, but not giving you any relief. He lets go of your wrists, his fingers hiking up your dress over your hips revealing your black lacy thong. One of his favorites. He looks down at her, tracing his fingers over the pattern.

“Are these for me?” He smirks, you roll your eyes. It wasn’t intentional, you weren’t thinking about the effect your underwear would have on him.

“No” He growls, not liking that answer. It was like a switch came on in his eyes. Oh no…you started to quickly realize what this just turned into.

“Well, if I can’t touch…neither can you” He grabs your wrists again. Oh no, not this game. You start begging, you hate this. You always hated it. He needs both hands for what he’s going to do to you. He reaches in a drawer pulling out the infamous silk ties. You start to panic, you thrash in his grasp.

“Where do you think you’re going? Hm? You’re staying right here. You remember this game, yeah? It’s your favorite.” He laughs in your face, as he wraps the silk ties around your wrists tying them on the headboard of his bed.

“Noah, no…please. I don’t want to play, please…I hate it”

“You should’ve known what was going to happen when I saw those. You know what these do to me.” It’s so twisted and dark. It’s the no touch game. Whenever you would deny him of anything, he would deny you. His way, or not at all.

“I don’t think you’re going to win this little game. You’re not as strong as you think…”

“I’m sorry, okay. Please.” You squirm underneath him, tugging against the ties. He pins your hips down, watching as you struggle to get away.

“Sorry doesn’t work. You knew what you were getting into…”

“Noah…please”

“Beg for it. Beg for my touch, then you’ll be able to win this game…” You groan, tugging and thrashing against them.

“Please, I wanna touch you. I’m sorry. Please” You whimper, it was so easy, quick and pathetic at how quickly you gave in.

“Aw, you want a second chance? That’s cute. Do you think you deserve it?” He smirks down at you, knowing you couldn’t resist his persuasive words.

“I think you haven’t really learned your lesson yet…”

“I’m sorry..”

“You’re going to have to prove it, and beg more…”

*He purrs…watching her squirm*

“Beg to prove it…be a good girl…”you tug again at the ties, whining. You knew you couldn’t get away. He brought his hands up to your wrists. He slowly brings them down your arms. You arch your back. You hate it. You can’t do anything about it.

“Aw, can’t get away? Too fucking bad.” He purrs, so easy to break you. He hasn’t even touched you properly.

“Beg some more princess…” You squirm, as he passes over your underarms. His hands over to your breasts, cupping them. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips.

“Say please. Beg for it…” He leans down, barely brushing his lips to yours.

“If you want my touch you need to beg for it…” You had to hold on. Oh…his hands still massaging your breasts, slow and deliberate. The sensation goes straight to your core. He moves his hands away from your chest, trailing down your ribs and stomach. His touch is barely there.

“Are you going to give up?”

“Nope. Nnnn” If you give in, say how badly you need it, you lose his strange game. His hands trail down to your underwear, then back up your body. He knows how badly you want it. He can see it in your eyes, and he smiles. He gently trails a finger up and down along your sides.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“N-No” He chuckles as you continue to hold out. The look on his face. He’s loving how he has you completely at his will under him.

“Can’t say it? Too bad. Haha, I love getting you like this. You’re so weak, and desperate for me…” He moves down to your hipbones, squeezing them. It makes you bucks your hips.

“See? Just look at you. You’re already squirming under me. So weak for me, my weak little girl” He loves seeing you fall apart beneath him, how desperate you are.

“No..”

“Say you’re mine…” He gently trails his hands along your thighs. He’s loving hearing the way you whimper.

“Mmm” He chuckles. He gently brushes against your core. You whine, tugging against the ties. You can’t help your legs opening up for him.

“Come on, you know you want it. Say you need it…”

“Oh god”

“Tell me how badly you need it…” His hand brushes over your core again. You look up to see him looking at you, watching your every move.

“Beg for me. Be a good girl…”

“Nnn” you arch your back as his finger circles around your clit through your underwear. He groans in satisfaction.

“Say it or I stop…” He taps your pussy with his hand lightly. You writhe against the mattress. You can only mutter out whimpers of desperation.

“Come on, y/n. Be a good girl. Say it…” He continues to tease, light touches that he knew wouldn’t provide you with the friction you needed. You raise your hips, grinding against his touch. You needed it so bad. It was driving you over the edge.

“Say the words, and I’ll give it to you…”

“Please, touch me. I need your touch, please, sir.” Damn it, you think to yourself.

“Say it again. Say how badly you need me…” He can feel the wet spot of your arousal soaking his fingers. He keeps going with those slow, maddening circles around your pussy, brushing your clit.

“Please, touch me, sir”

“Say you need it.” He groans, feeling you writhe against his fingers.

“I need it. Please”

“How much do you need it? Beg like a good girl…” He slows down the movement of his hand. You continue to mumble out whimpers.

“Beg with your words for me…and I’ll make you feel so good…”

“Ahh..” you whine, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your underwear.

“I need it so badly please, I need all of you”

“Beg me for it…” He nips your neck, sliding your underwear to the side.

“Noah…please”

“You have to beg properly…” He’s watching how his touches and his words are making you fall apart. A cry of frustration escapes your lips.

“I need you so badly, please, I can stop thinking about it, please, sir”

“That’s my good girl. There’s not a thought in your mind other than me now is there?” He runs his fingers pinch your clit lightly, causing you to gasp. Your legs start to shake.

“I..I need it so badly.” You whimper as he takes his hand away.

“Can’t even think about anything else, just me taking you apart piece by piece. You need me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?” He’s loving watching how desperate you are, needing his touches, and his words. You are putty in his hands.

“Please, I need it. Please.” You words stammer, a tear slips down your cheek. You’re embarrassed by how turned on you are.

“Good girl, so weak for me, so desperate. Be a good girl. Beg for it again…” You lean into his hand as he wipes away the tears with his thumb. He smiles down at you. Your mind is turning off, all consumed by him.

“Mmmphh…”

“Come on, beg for it…” His voice sounds impatient.

“Beg for me to touch you…”

“Please, please, please! Noah, please. Touch me, make me feel good. I want to feel good, please, sir” He chuckles. His fingers gently trail over your underwear.

“So little touches can get you trembling and begging? So weak for me, y/n” He’s watching you closely, watching you tremble at his touch. He laughs at how little he has to do to get a reaction out of you. The satisfied look on his face makes your stomach turn.

“I can only think of you..” You squirm, tugging at your restraints. You’re panting, wanting him so badly. He’s toying with you. You’re at his mercy. Again.

“You’re helpless, completely weak for me. My good girl…” He’s got you so weak. You’re ashamed about how all it took is gentle teasing touches, and you’re his little toy, begging for more.

“Please, touch me, sir”

“My good girl, you’re begging so well, maybe I will…” He runs his fingers over your hip. You hate yourself for being so desperate for him. You whine again. His hand cups your core. The little touches are making you mad and wild with need. He keeps running his fingers against you.

“You sound so needy, sweet girl”

“Please, sir. Please!” He loves teasing you like this. The desperation in your voice, how badly you want him.

“What do you want princess…” He whispers into your ear. You groan in frustration. You hate this mind game.

“Say exactly what you want. Beg me to make you feel good…”

“I’ve been saying what I want! Please, sir! Please!”

“You haven’t said the specific words I want to hear.” His voice has the edge in it. He knows how to bend and mold you to how he likes, to give in to his every word.

“My pussy”

“Good girl, say it again for me…” You know that when he has you like this it’s boosting that awful ego through the roof. It makes him feel so powerful when he controls you.

“Please touch my pussy, sir”

“Be specific, y/n. What do you want me to do to your pussy?”

“Noah…I swear…I..I mean.”

“Say it or else…”

“Make me feel good by touching my pussy, sir. Please” You whined, feeling the desperation taking over.

“Mmm, good girl. Such pretty words…” He presses his fingers against your pussy. His fingers working around your clit. You moan, feeling a little relief.

“How does that feel…?”

“Mmmm, so good”

“Such a pretty reaction, feel good? Are you going to behave now?” He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. His tongue brushing across your lip, you open your mouth, moaning as his tongue brushes yours. He pulls away, waiting for your response.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Please, can I have more?”

“What are you going to say if you keep acting like a good girl?” He bumps your nose with his pointer finger, chuckling as he does it.

“Thank you, sir”

“Good girl” he kisses down your neck. His hand leaving your pussy, you whimper. He slowly pulls down your thong. You lift your hips for him as he pulls them down your thighs, down to your ankles. He throws them on the floor, looking down at you.

“Beg to thank me princess, beg me to make you feel good…”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for making me feel good”

“Good girl, say please, and I’ll give you more…”

“Please, sir”

“Say the words, beg me to make you feel good, and I’ll give you what you want…”

“Please, sir. Please make me feel good.”

“Such a good girl, behaving so well…”

“Ohh”

“Come on, be a good girl. Beg me for more…” He pushes up your thighs to your chest. You feel so exposed as his hands squeeze and massage your sensitive thighs. He looks down to see your arousal. He hums, leaning down to gather it with his fingers, coating your pussy in your slick. You gasp, feeling his fingers brush your entrance.

“Ahh..nnn…please, can I have your fingers, sir?”

“Good girl, say please if you want my fingers.” Your breath hitched, feeling his finger teasing your entrance, then trail up over your clit, then back down again.

“Please sir”

“Where do you want my fingers?” He leans down to kiss up the back of your thighs, nipping, sucking hard to leave marks.

“Inside” You moan, feeling his tongue soothing the marks he left behind.

“Inside where? Can’t have you being that vague…” He teases, getting his damn kicks from hearing you be so pathetic for him. He continues to kiss your inner thighs, his fingers brushing, and rubbing your clit.

“Me”

“Say it princess…” He whispers against your skin, not even bothering to look up at you as he worships you.

“Can I have your fingers inside me? Please, sir”

“What do you say first?” He looks up at you, continuing to bite your thighs.

“Thank you…”

“That’s right, thank me. Be a good girl for me…”

“Thank you, sir”

“Such a good girl…behaving so well…what are you needing right now, princess…?” His eyes watching how you as he kisses, licks, and bites your thighs. His fingers at your entrance, teasing around it. He’s not giving you what you want, not yet.

“Your mouth and fingers, sir.” You blushed when you said it. He looks down at your core, he slides a finger in. He looks back up at you to see your head turning into your arm. He curls his finger, keeping a slow pace as he rubs your g-spot.

“You’re so cute, are you begging for them, sweet girl?”

Please, can I have your mouth and fingers, sir? Please” Your response is breathless. He adds another finger, your walls clench around him.

“Good girl, is that all you want?” He tilts his head in a condescending manner. He can see just how badly you need him.

“And you..”

“You want me?” The smirk grows on his face.

“Yes, sir”

“Say it. Say you need me, beg me for what you want…”The eagerness in his tone is evident that he is wanting to hear just how badly you need him as.

“First, I want you to eat me, and finger me. I want all of you. Please, sir” His fingers pick up the pace, you moan as he works that spot again.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Don’t forget to thank me for making this cunt feel so good.”

“Please, sir. Thank you, sir!” You cry out, feeling yourself getting close.

“There we go, say it again. Be a good girl, beg me for it…”

“Please, sir.” Your voice sounds so desperate. His fingers feel so fucking good.

“Say exactly what you want…” he smirks, biting his lip as he watches his fingers disappear and reappear from your pussy.

“Please, eat me and finger me, then may I have you, sir? Please?” You beg, you need it. You want him so bad, you don’t have an ounce of regret.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“I’ve been good, please, sir” You tug at the silk ties, wanting so badly to touch him as he settles down between your thighs again. You lift your head up to see him looking up at you as he kisses your core. You’re overwhelmed, whimpering as he removes his fingers from you.

“That’s right, you’ve been a good girl.” He says in a low tone, you’re begging for anything he’d give you.He locks eyes with her as he licks up your cunt. You gasp, tugging once again at the ties.

“You want me, don’t you?” He says as he nuzzles against your pussy, dragging his tongue up.

“Y-Yes”

“Beg some more, let me know how badly you need this.” His fingers return, building up that delicious pace.

“Mmm..please, need your fingers too and your mouth…please, sir”

“My good girl, you beg so well. ”He snickers, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck”

“Come on princess…keep begging for me as I finger this beautiful cunt. My cunt.”

“I…mmm, fuck”

He chuckles, pulling away from you He gets off the bed, smirking. You’re a wanton, dripping mess. He has you exactly where he wants you.

“What..” You stare up at him in disbelief.

“You’re going to sit, and wait as long as I want. When you beg me properly, I’ll give you what you need, got it, y/n?” He backs away, loving how desperate you are.

“Are you kidding me?! Noah!!!”

“That’s what you get for not saying what I want to hear…” He smirks. He walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“You fucking asshole!! Noah!” You thrash against the silk ties, your heart is pounding. You can’t get away. You’re fucked. Oh god, so fucked.

(OH MY GOD AHHHH DON’T HATE ME)

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[shebeastly98]

        BOYFRIEND!RAFE x ANXIOUS!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ protected p in v, oral (f! receiving), established relationship, loss of virginity, reader and rafe being dorks, slow sex, these bitches do not shut up, reader is very insecure about her body and of course, has anxiety

NOTES .ᐟ this is representation for all my anxious and insecure girlies who giggle and blurt out random stuff when they're nervous (aka me)

You and Rafe were both on his bed making out, him laying underneath you as you straddled his waist—his idea, of course, citing that it would be more comfortable for both of you that way. "You better just have something in your pocket," you jokingly mumbled against his lips, feeling something distinctly hard and suspiciously close to his dick pressing against you.

You had a tendency to make a lot of dumb jokes and laugh when you were nervous, blurting out whatever came to mind before you could decide against it, which was ironic since overthinking was a second nature to you. You were shy and got nervous a lot, especially around Rafe. He was your first boyfriend and the hottest guy you'd ever laid your eyes on, neither of which helping your nerves.

Rafe's hands slipped under your shirt to touch your bare skin, holding you firmly on his lap. "Wouldn't you like to know," his smirk was teasing as he pulled back from the kiss to peer up at you.

"Uh, yeah, that's kind of the whole point of asking," you also pulled back, sitting up as you smiled down at him. You liked it when Rafe went along with your stupid jokes, bantering with you to put you at ease. He never made you feel weird or awkward for using humor to cope with your anxiety.

"Well, if you must know, I'm packing heat," Rafe quipped with a mischievous grin, his grip on your hips tightening.

You gasped exageratedly, feigning shock. "You have a gun?" You knew very well what he meant, but when did that ever stop you from saying something stupid?

He snorted, his blue eyes shining with amusement. "Yeah, I have a gun in my pants because that makes so much sense," he replied sarcastically, finding your nervous humor endearing.

"Okay, Mr. Sassypants," you rolled your eyes playfully, your palms resting on his chest as a smile pulled at your lips.

"Mr. Sassypants?" Rafe repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You know, that's not a very nice thing to call your loving, patient, and amazingly sexy boyfriend."

"Well, I can't help that my loving, patient, and amazingly sexy boyfriend is such a diva," you grinned, feeling his chest rise and fall, his heart beating steadily under your fingertips.

"Diva?" He gasped in mock offense, his hands sliding up your sides. "I'll show you a diva." In one swift motion, he flipped your positions, pinning you beneath him.

You laughed, looking up at him with a smile despite the anxiety gnawing at you. He had a way of putting your mind at ease with just one look, and the soothing circles he was rubbing on your skin were definitely helping. He stared back at you, his gaze softening. He loved your smile and the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. Truthfully, he loved everything about you, even your innate ability to make everything a tad bit awkward.

His eyes searched yours intently, searching for any signs that you wanted him to stop. Noticing his serious turn of demeanor and his intense gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up. "Oh, cmon, don't get all serious on me now," you rolled your eyes, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I take my role as your boyfriend very seriously," he grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck. "And, it wouldn't be very boyfriendly of me to let you go on without knowing the wonders of sex."

"Oh, right, of course, it would be for my benefit," you giggled, your heart racing at the idea of being intimate with him. You weren't exactly against the idea, but you were still a virgin, and the idea of being with someone like that was undoubtedly nerve-racking.

You could feel Rafe smile against your skin, his hands sliding farther up your sides. "Uh huh, always thinking of what's best for my girl."

"Wow, who knew you were so selfless?" You giggled, biting your lip as he nipped as your skin. Your fingers slotted into his hair as he continued to kiss and suck at your neck, his hot breath fanning against your heated skin.

"I'm a saint, what can I say?" He mumbled, his tone teasing. He was being careful, trying to reassure you without actually saying anything because he knew you'd prefer to keep things as lighthearted as possible to make you forget about how serious the moment actually was. He could tell you were nervous, and he was determined to make you as comfortable as possible.

"Uh huh, a saint," you smiled as he slowly, tentatively pushed your shirt up your body. He was giving you time to tell him to stop, maybe even slap him if you wanted to, but you didn't. As much as you felt like you were going to die on the spot at the idea of him seeing you naked, you trusted him, and you wanted this.

"I am but a humble servant of my sexy girlfriend," he pulled back from your neck to search your eyes again, pausing for a moment before your shirt revealed your bra. You gave him a small nod, and he smiled, tugging the shirt over your head as you leaned up a little and lifted your arms to help him. He threw the shirt aside, eyes roaming your skin, as if memorizing every detail. "God, you're beautiful," he breathed out.

"Shut up," you said bashfully, your heart beating faster under his intense gaze. There was a voice in the back of your head telling you that you weren't pretty enough for him, that he would hate how you looked, and that was why you preferred to fill the silence with easy jokes and stupid quips. It made it easier to silence that nagging part of you that thought you weren't good enough for him.

"No, I mean it," he insisted, his fingers slowly tracing the lace edging of your bra. "You're like, way too pretty to be real. I mean, look at you." There was a sincerity to his words that he couldn't fake, an edge of awe and pure unbridled devotion that made your head spin.

The way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, the way he touched you like he worshipped every inch of you—it was all overwhelming in the best possible way. It had you scrambling in your mind to say something, anything, even if that something was a dumb dick joke.

"I bet you're thinking about saying something stupid, aren't you?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face as he leaned down to pepper kisses over your collarbones and down the swell of your cleavage.

"I never say anything stupid," you breathed out, as he kissed the skin that wasn't hidden behind your bra. It made your heart flutter that he knew you so well, but it also made you realize how awfully predictable you were.

"Uh huh and I'm the Queen of England," he retorted sarcastically, reaching up to slide one of your bra straps down your shoulder, kissing the bare sliver of skin that was revealed.

"Oh my God, you are?" You gasped, his remark loading you with the perfect ammunition to say something stupid. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness."

"Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he continued to kiss and touch you, slipping your other strap off. He slowly unhooked your bra, his eyes meeting yours as he paused, asking for silent permission. You bit the inside of your cheek nervously before nodding.

He pulled your bra off almost instantly, his gaze sweeping over your bare chest. You felt so vulnerable beneath his gaze, resisting the urge to cover yourself. "Okay, your turn, pretty boy," you swiftly said, trying to ease your nerves and figuring you might be a little more comfortable if you weren't the only half-naked one.

"Yes, ma'am," He smirked, leaning back to pull his own shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. You couldn't help but stare, eyes roaming over his abs and the way his muscles flexed as he tossed his shirt aside. He settled back over you, his hands sliding up your sides. "Better?"

"You are annoyingly hot," you huffed, finding it completely unfair that someone as perfect as him could even exist, let alone be on top of you right now.

"Aw, you're just saying that because you want in my pants," he teased, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "But I can't blame you, I am pretty irresistible." He leaned down, swallowing the small gasp you let out at his touch as he captured your mouth in a deep, heated kiss.

"That's slander," you mumbled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers into his hair as you pulled him closer.

"Mmm, then sue me," he murmured against your lips before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, slowly making his way to your chest.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. He was ridiculously skilled with his mouth, knowing exactly how and where to kiss you to drive you crazy. "Yknow what, maybe I will," you retorted breathlessly, your chest rising and falling a little faster.

"I think we can come to some sort of settlement out of court," He paused, his hot breath washing over your skin before he slowly, deliberately wrapped his lips around one of your peaks, swirling his tongue around it. "What do you think?"

Your lips parted at the feeling, intaking a sharp breath of air. "Uh, yeah, yknow that could work maybe," you grinned, your fingers gently tugging at his hair as he ravished your tits with attention.

"Mmm, I thought it might," he hummed with a cocky grin, switching to give equal attention to your other breast, your back arching ever so slightly, urging him closer. He smirked against your skin, making his way lower and leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. His hands slid down your sides to your hips, fingers curling around the waistband of your pants.

"Hey, wait, I don't want to be naked first," you protested, only half joking. You would rather die than be fully naked in front of him while he sits there with his clothes on.

"Oh, trust me, I have no intention of leaving my pants on any longer than necessary," He assured you with a mischievous grin, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his knuckles brushing against your skin.

"Yeah, 'cause you're a freak," you grinned, moving on to the making fun of your boyfriend portion of the program in an attempt to soothe the pit of nausea in your stomach. You were kind of scared, not that you wanted to be lame and admit that.

"Hey, I resent that," He protested, but his tone conveyed the opposite message as he tugged your jeans and underwear down your legs in one smooth, expert motion, his gaze never leaving yours. "I'm just enthusiastic, that's all."

"Enthusiastically a whore," you snorted, letting your head fall back, staring at the ceiling. You'd really rather not see yourself naked right now, not with the amount of anxiety already coursing through your veins. You did not need a reminder of what Rafe was seeing.

"Whore?" He teased, his fingers dancing along your inner thighs. "I think you mean an amazing boyfriend who loves you and wants to make you feel good."

You hummed thoughtfully. "Uh, no, I'm pretty sure I mean whore," you grinned, reluctantly looking down at him despite yourself.

"Well, this whore is about to rock your world," He smirked, slowly trailing kisses up your inner thigh, gripping your hips. "Just relax and let me do all the work." His voice was low and seductive, his intentions clear.

"You're such an idiot," you laughed at his cheesy choice of words, a little nervous that the witty banter would have to be put on hold. He can't exactly respond to your sarcastic remarks with his mouth occupied.

He hummed, his breath hot against your core. Your breathing picked up, and you were unsure whether it was anticipation or if you were on the verge of a panic attack.

He slowly dragged his tongue along your slit, groaning at your taste on his tongue and the subsequent gasp that fell from your lips, making his painfully hard cock twitch in his jeans. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them further apart and opening you up to him. He had dreamed of this moment, imagined this exact scenario about a half a dozen times as he got himself off, and now that it was actually happening, he was going to relish every moment.

He began to eat you out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside your tight heat, familiarizing himself with every inch of you. His nose nudged at your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that pulled a low whine from your throat. Your fingers threaded into his hair, moaning at the unfamiliar pleasure.

His fingers replaced his tongue, his mouth moving up to the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth, determined to send you over the edge. He pushed his fingers deep inside and curled them, finding that spot that made your back arch and your hips buck against his mouth.

"Rafe," his name left your lips a breathy whimper as your head fell back against his pillows. Rafe was no stranger to having women under him, writhing and moaning his name, but something about it being you made him crazy. It took all his self-control not to blow his load in his pants right there and then.

He redoubled his efforts, eager to make you cum, rubbing that sweet spot inside you with ruthless precision and sucking on your clit, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub. Another moan fell from your lips, your grip on his hair bordering on painful as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your legs practically shaking at the intense pleasure.

He groaned as he felt you spasm around his fingers, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. He slowly pulled away, grinning as he took in your dazed expression. He carefully slipped his fingers from your quivering hole, bringing them to his mouth. He couldn't help the moan that rumbled low in his throat as he tasted you on his tongue. God, you were perfect.

His eyes flicked up to yours as his tongue darted out to lick his lips clean. "Good, huh?" He asked, his tone smug. He knew it had been good, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I'm gonna slap that stupid look off your face," you playfully rolled your eyes, your skin practically burning up with embarrassment.

"I think that would take our case from a civil lawsuit to a criminal assault charge," he grinned, calling back to your previous joke about taking him to court. He positioned himself over you again to press his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"It's my first offense and a misdemeanor," you mumbled into the kiss, cupping his face. "Worst I'll get is a fine, so... totally worth it."

"Okay, smartass," he pulled away, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, gazing down at you lovingly.

"Just saying," you smiled softly up at him, his hair falling into his face and his blue eyes sparkling. He really loved you, and it was evident just from the way he looked at you. He'd never felt anything like it before. He loved you so much it terrified him.

But, of course, you had to ruin the moment of peace because shutting up was not something you were wired to do, especially not in the face of such charged silence. "Your little friend is poking me again," you blurted out the words before you could stop yourself. Little friend? You really couldn't have come up with anything else?

Rafe couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he rocked his hips against you, making you gasp softly. "He's just happy to see you." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned down at you, his fingers absently tracing along your side.

"Okay, well, can you tell him I don't really know him like that, so maybe he should calm down a little bit," you couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but you loved it, and you loved him. He understood you in a way you never thought you'd be understood by anyone.

"He says he's not planning on staying a stranger for much longer," he smirked, his hips rolling against yours.

"This is actually so stupid," you giggled, your hand covering your mouth as you laughed beneath him.

"Oh, now it's stupid?" He rolled his eyes, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "You're the one who started it."

"Shut up," you smiled, leaning up to kiss him. "Okay, okay, you can... start now, I guess," you said awkwardly. There was only so long that you could stall with stupid dick jokes. Besides, you felt a little bad that he had been so patient and undoubtedly, extremely hard.

"About time," he murmured with faux annoyance, his voice low as he fiddled with his belt buckle and pulled it through the loops, tossing it aside before popping the button on his jeans and slowly unzipping them.

You sucked in a breath, trying to calm your nerves as the sound of him pulling his jeans off seemed to echo through the room. You wanted this. You knew you did, but you couldn't help the pit of fear in your stomach.

He paused, feeling your body tense beneath him as you took a deep breath, a sign he knew all too well. "Hey, look at me," he coaxed softly, cupping your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can wait if you're not ready. Just tell me to stop, and I will, no questions asked, no hard feelings. We can just forget all about it," he reassured you.

Your heart fluttered as you heard your boyfriend's words, meeting his gaze and seeing the sincerity behind his eyes. "No, I- I want to. I'm just... scared, yknow," you bit your lip nervously, mentally kicking yourself. You always seemed to be scared. There probably wasn't a single thing in the world that you weren't scared of.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he soothed, pressing gentle kisses to your face, your neck, your collarbone—anywhere he could reach. "There's nothing wrong with being scared. It's your first time. If you weren't scared, that would be a little concerning."

You laughed softly at his words. "You just make sure you wrap it up. I don't know where you've been," you joked. "Safe sex is great sex as the Lil Wayne once wisely said."

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Lil Wayne, huh? I didn't know he moonlighted as a sex ed teacher." He reached into his bedside table, pulling out a foil packet and waving it in front of your face. "But don't worry, I'm always prepared."

"Jesus, that's a lot of condoms," you said, peering into his drawer and seeing way more condoms than you realistically thought one person would need. "You are a whore of massive proportions. Like, literally a menace to the female population."

"Oh, hush," he grinned, tearing open the packet and rolling the latex down over his length. "I bought them in bulk. You know, for... emergencies," He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, leaning back down to press kisses to your skin once more.

"Eugh," you giggled, your face scrunching up in disgust. "I genuinely do not want to know what a sex emergency is."

"Hey, a guy's gotta be prepared, okay?" He murmured against your neck, his breath warm. "Now, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to let me kiss you and calm you the hell down?"

"Yo, I am literally so calm," you rolled your eyes, lying through your teeth in the name of comedy and also not sounding like the total little loser virgin you were. "So calm and so chill. Literally have never been calmer or chiller in my life."

"Uh-huh," he hummed, clearly unconvinced as he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, his fingers slowly trailing down your side, his touch gentle. "Because nothing says 'calm and chill' like sex jokes and rambling like you're on speed."

"Well, I can't help that I'm the funniest person alive," you argued, the realization dawning on you that you were naked, and he was naked, which meant there was only so many more sex jokes you could make before the sex actually commenced.

"You're not even in the top five funniest people I know," he teased, his fingers reaching your hip as he slowly pulled you closer, the heat of his body pressing against yours.

"Oh, you got jokes, huh?" You grinned, nervously giggling when you felt his tip nudge at your entrance. "You better take that back if you wanna get laid tonight."

"I think I'll stick with my original statement," he said, his voice low and husky as he pressed forward, the head of his dick pushing into you slowly as he rubbed soothing circles on your hip. "You're just not funny enough to make the cut, sweetheart."

You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, wincing at the painful sensation. You grabbed his bicep for support, digging your nails into his arm. "Liar," you joked weakly, your chest heaving as you breathed through the intrusion.

"Shh, just breathe," he whispered against your neck, his voice low and soothing as he paused, letting you adjust to the foreign feeling. "You're doing so good, baby. You're taking it like a champ."

"Okay, don't call me champ while you're inside me," you grimaced, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted as you slowly adjusted to having him inside you.

"You okay, baby?" He asked softly, pushing the slightest bit further into you as he examined your reaction closely.

"Oh, yeah, just peachy," you said sarcastically. The pain was gradually starting to fade, making the whole thing more enjoyable by the second. Though, the pressure between your thighs was intense.

"Mhm, you're a real ray of sunshine," he chuckled softly, pushing the rest of the way into you, his body shuddering as he bottomed out. He was as deep as he could go, his hips flush against yours.

You gasped as he pressed all the way into you, your grip on his bicep tightening. "You're gonna look like you got mauled by a lion after this," you panted out, apologetic for the involuntary response.

"I'd wear that badge of honor proudly," he said, his voice thick with amusement as he slowly began to move, his hips rolling against yours in a gentle, soothing rhythm. "Now, shut up and let me make love to you."

"Don't say 'make love' either. That's so gross," you giggled softly, a breathy moan falling from your lips as he set a slow, pleasurable pace.

"Then what would you prefer I call it?" He murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued his steady movements, the friction building between your bodies. "'Coitus'? 'Intercourse'? 'Fucking'?" He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of his hips.

You moaned, your head falling back against the pillows and brows pinching in pleasure. Okay, you were definitely starting to see what all the fuss was about. "Let's just not refer to what's happening right now as anything at all."

"Mhm, I can work with that," he hummed, his pace picking up slightly as he felt you start to relax more, your body welcoming his thrusts. "Just focus on how good it feels, baby. Let me take care of you."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you deeply as he continued to fuck you with a pace that demonstrated his love and devotion to you. He never thought he would be one for slow, romantic sex, but he didn't think he was into a lot of things before he met you. You had a way of making him discover things about himself he was completely clueless to.

As he kissed you, he slowly shifted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that particularly sensitive spot inside you. He felt you tense up, a sharp gasp escaping your lips into the kiss, and he smiled against your mouth. "You like that, huh?"

"You're such an ass," you grinned, your fingers curling into his hair, back arching into him as his tip continued to hit that spongy spot inside you, the pressure low in your abdomen building.

"Maybe so, but you love it," he smirked against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he increased his pace, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. "And you're gonna come for me again, baby. Aren't you?"

Your mouth fell open in pleasure, your breath hot against his lips. "uh huh," you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut. He was a cocky motherfucker, but he was hot and he put up with your shit, so it was only fair you put up with his in return.

"That's my girl," he purred, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles on your clit as he continued his relentless pace. "Come on, baby. Let me feel you. I want to watch you fall apart for me."

You gasped sharply at the added stimulation, his name leaving your lips in a whine as you tensed around him, sent over the edge for the second time.

He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, the sensation of you practically choking his dick sending him into his own release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he panted, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself into the condom with a low moan of your name.

Your walls pulsed around him as you slowly came down from your high, relaxing into the mattress. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, your whole body on fire and coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

He collapsed on top of you with a satisfied hum, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone as he softened inside you. "I love you, you know that?"

"Good 'cause otherwise this would be pretty awkward," you laughed breathlessly, gently raking your nails over his scalp soothingly. "But, seriously, I love you too," you added quietly after a beat of silence.

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[shebeastly98]

NICK BOSA warming up for 49ers hottest game in Levi's Stadium history

[shebeastly98]

Cleanse Me With Pleasure

pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: Noah is a pleasure dom and a munch at that. oral (f receiving). multiple orgasms. overstim. Noah is fucking insatiable. facesitting. allusion to p in v sex. established relationship, so fucking affectionate I’m talking tooth-rotting, it’s actually disgusting. I feel like a third wheel. maybe a hint of subspace if you squint. porn without plot, sorry not sorry.

author’s note: this was supposed to be a short lil drabble so that this pleasure dom!Noah brainrot I had could be gone from me, but alas it had its own ideas. if you don’t know what a pleasure dom is, it’s someone who gets off on giving their partner a lot of orgasms!!!!! I didn’t write aftercare for this scene because it was getting away from me as it was, but you better believe they took such good care of each other. the best!!! aftercare is fucking important after scenes like this okay babes!

major thank you to my beloved moots and betas @throughwoodsanddirt and @circlewithme <3 

・❥・

“hi.” after staring wide-eyed at you for a few seconds, Noah quickly blinks in confusion, almost as if he worries that doing so would make you disappear. wipe you clean from his field of vision like windshield wipers do the rain. 

“hi.” you echo, a goofy, lopsided grin on your face while he continues to look at you in disbelief.

“you’re here.” his eyes land on your suitcase in the corner.

“I’m here.”

it’s a surprise that you showed up like this. so good of a surprise that it has Noah extending his hand, fingers shaky, just trying to poke you — you know, to make sure you’re really there. you’re a step ahead of him, already interlocking your fingers with his.

it’s not often that you visit him on tour.

“you didn’t tell me—”

“I was coming, I know. surprise!” you make jazz hands with a flourish. “are you really that disappointed to see me?” 

you know the answer.

he huffs a laugh, eyes darkening with a look that you know only spells trouble for you. “I’ll show you how disappointed I am.”

…and that’s how you end up spread open on the bed of his hotel room, legs tossed carelessly over his shoulders while his eyes devour your pussy like it’s Christmas morning and he’s faced with a present to unwrap. he’s certainly not about to waste time now, burying his face in your pussy and lapping up every inch of you like he’s been dying for a taste.

your jaw falls slack as the wind is knocked out of you with the ferocity of his tongue. in a flurry of movement, your hands are scrambling for anything to grab onto — fisting the sheets, the back of his shirt, grasping his forearms — anything to keep them occupied, because pleasure this good after being apart so long has you losing all sense of composure. you don’t know what to do with yourself.

smug bastard. you can feel Noah smirk against your pussy before he guides your hands to his hair. he knows, he fucking knows what he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel. but he’s nothing if not a tease because now he’s pulling away despite your whimpering… or maybe because of it.

his lips curl into a sly grin, head propped on your thigh. it’s tugging on your heartstrings just as much as it’s making your core ache to see him like this. warm brown eyes meet yours — he’s mesmerized, drunk on lust — but it’s that fond sparkle in them, it’s his bottom lip catching between his teeth... he looks positively giddy.

“you’re such a tease,” you grumble, knowing all you can do is take what he gives. it’ll work in your favor anyway. he can never deny you for long; not when denying you means denying himself. your pleasure is his pleasure after all.

his soft smile morphs back into a smirk. “only for you,” a hand squeezes your hip affectionately. “you’ll be thanking me later.” 

he doesn’t follow it up with “when you come twice as hard”, but you know him well enough to know that’s his intention. always the cheeky fucker, Noah Sebastian. 

“I’m only getting started, baby,” he promises you playfully. “this is just the warm-up.” 

unhurried fingers part your folds, tracing lazy circles everywhere but your clit. and god, the way he’s looking at you, big brown doe eyes alight with adoration — fuck, if it doesn’t take your breath away. his lips part in wonderment, his brown eyes hyper-focused on every hitch of your breath and every cant of your hips. 

when he does finally press a finger to your clit? mercy. it sets your nerves alight, and then his mouth is on you again; first with long, drawn-out, and teasing kisses between your thighs before his tongue darts out from between his lips to lick along the length of you, torturing you with slow, languid strokes.

“you have the prettiest fucking pussy,” his voice muffles into you, and with every quickening flick of his tongue, that spark in your lower belly fans into wild flames. it’s all you can do to keep your shaking legs from closing around his head as he groans against your core. then again, you don’t think he’d be all that opposed to the idea. you almost wonder who’s enjoying this more. 

“baby…” your stomach flips at the sight of him, how primal he looks. there’s a mischievous glint in his warm eyes, that goddamn smirk still on his face. his wet fucking face. your stomach only twists itself further into knots as you remind yourself that it’s your cunt he’s covered in. 

tattooed hands close around your fists, encouraging you to tug harder. “you can be rougher than that. I can take it.” he says, tone familiar as if he’s had to tell you this before. (he has.) he doesn’t have to tighten his grip to close your fingers the rest of the way, because as soon as his rough, warm tongue runs from your hole to your clitoris once again, you’re tugging at the root with enough force to make him groan against you.

he’s sucking your clit into his mouth again, more persistent this time, and the dull ache from being denied becomes a painful clench as it tightens. you know Noah feels it too with the vise grip he’s got on your hips, sure to leave bruises when he bears down harder.

he shows no signs of letting up as you keen above him, as your thighs flex on either side of his head and your fingers card through and tug at his hair. not even when you’ve come. 

he’s going to be the death of you, you decide; he’s fucking relentless. for one, he’s made no moves to pull away from you, and your feel-good buzz is quickly honing into something a little more sharp, a lot more sensitive. your shaky hands scramble to push him away from your core, a whimper bubbling in your throat. 

he’s reluctant to pull away. he’d be perfectly content to linger a small eternity between your thighs, anything to draw out that blissed-out look on your face. still, he follows as you tug him up to kiss you, cradling his face in your hands. and kiss you he does. 

calling them kisses is too generous, though — his parted lips drag over your hips, your breasts, the column of your throat, all the while leaving a cold, sticky trail in their wake as he yields to your pull. the instant his lips press against yours, he slows, as if sedated. his kisses are gentle, hands coming up to caress either cheek. soon, too soon, his lips separate from yours, his breath shakily fanning over your face as one of his hands trails down your skin once more. your whine of protest at the loss of contact dies in your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, immediately thrusting them.

“shit, Noah.” it comes out breathy and high-pitched, your mouth falling open only for Noah to swallow it up with his and all your moans with it.

“keep going, honey,” he coos, lips brushing against your chin as your head lolls back against the pillows, back arching. “tell me how much you’ve missed this.” 

but the words won’t come — all that he pulls out are slack-jawed wails and gasps. you’re dizzy with pleasure, dizzy with the proximity of him, and your heart can’t seem to catch up to your head because everything…

the smell of his cologne as he buries his face in your neck. him pressing small kisses to the side of your face, your jaw, your shoulder. his murmurs of praise, of “that’s my girl” and “you’re doing so good for me” while one of your hands holds desperately onto the wrist of his free hand, the other reaching up and back to hold onto his soft hair…

it all makes you fucking ache. 

you feel small under the weight of this loving tenderness, but he doesn’t give you the chance to feel undeserving. no, he just peppers feather-light kisses across your cheeks, your nose, forehead… any and every inch of skin available to him, delighting in the soft, contented exhales leaving your mouth.

your skin’s buzzing — itching — closer, you need him closer. it’s not enough to grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, you need to feel your fingers digging into his scalp, tugging him by the roots until he’s invading every one of your senses. you need to feel him draped over you like your favorite weighted blanket, a gentle reassurance of safety and security and home.

you have missed this. you’ve missed him, and you’re having trouble coming to terms with the fact that you don’t have to miss him anymore. he’s right there with you. 

you hug him tighter to you, the strands of his hair fluffy in your grasp. without you even having to say it, he knows.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.” he caresses your skin softly, dusting gentle kisses all along your cheeks and chin and nose, and in the same breath finds that spot with his fingers that has you melting in a pool of liquid heat. your eyes want to flutter shut at the sensation, but he presses his forehead to yours, and you can’t bring yourself to look away from the combined heat and adoration lacing his gaze. your tummy flutters.

when you sneak a glance between your legs, he’s already looking, hypnotized by the plunge of his fingers in and out. he’s practically drooling at the sight, mesmerized by how easily you swallow him up and the wetness pooling between your thighs. he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, palm rubbing against your clit as he perfectly curls his long fingers. inked fingers slick with your arousal. you clench around them, and it’s instinctual the way your hips jut into his hand, moving in time with his fingers.

you know you’re fucked when you feel it in your toes first, inching its way up, settling low in your stomach.

“that’s it.” Noah croons against your skin. 

oh god.

“feel good, baby?” you nod. you whine when he pulls away to sit back on his knees, but it’s all worth it when his free hand settles below your navel, all while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. “yeah?”

oh god.

he presses down lightly, and your vision goes white at the edges. 

oh god.

“shit. can feel your pussy clenching. you gonna come for me?” he teases, his tone almost taunting. he knows he’s going to make you come, he just wants to hear you say it. wants the affirmation, craves it, needs it, that he’s making you feel so good. he clings to it like a medal, proof of his hard work and dedication as he worships at the temple that is your body, and god is he on his knees.

“Noahh—” he curls his fingers and you can tell he delights in the way your breath catches on his name.

“I know, baby, I know,” he presses a kiss right above your hip, “but let me hear you say it.” 

“shit,” you whine, squirming beneath him, “Noah… feelssogood… I’m gonna come.”

“there you go,” your eyes meet, “shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. come for me, baby.”

and when he plies that spot inside you mercilessly, it’s enough to push you over the edge. fall head over heels over the cliff. 

you forget to breathe until Noah tells you to. not that it helps when he’s got the same fingers that were just inside you in his mouth, eyes locked with yours as he licks them clean. 

“breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby.”

did you already say he’s going to be the death of you?

・❥・

you’ve barely come down from your third orgasm and he’s already coaxing you, soft and low, “one more, baby.”

not a question.

his cheeks are rosy, brown eyes adoring. “I know you can give me another one.” swollen lips form a pout.

and it’s not fair because it’s hard enough to say no to him without those puppy eyes of his. you never stood a chance. “not fair,” you huff, “you’re using your powers for evil.”

“wanting to give you an orgasm is evil now?” he cocks his head with an amused smile, feigning innocence like he hasn’t just given you two already. “I just wanna make you feel good, baby.”

it just about fucking does you in, the gentleness with which he presses soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. then an even softer one to your clit, eyes pleading. your hips jolt at the feeling, and he laughs. “let me make up for lost time, hm?” he murmurs, the vibration going straight to your core. and if he drags it out a little because he likes seeing you squirm, well…

you hate him. you love him and you hate him. “jesus fuck,” Noah licks a long stripe up your folds, and your head falls back against the bed. you simultaneously want to kiss him and punch him. at the very least you could stand to torture him a little. 

maybe next time. fucking menace. 

it’s his smug-sounding chuckle against your core — hips shifting under him because your pussy is practically vibrating with arousal — that has you realizing you said that out loud. 

“your fucking menace.” he corrects, smirking cheekily (it’s actually butterfly-inducing), and you know you’re in for it now. your stomach does a little cartwheel. 

you’re in trouble and you know it because up until that point, he’d been holding back. the gentle kisses to your clit. his tongue moving against you sloppily. fingering you slowly, lazily. taking his time working you up was as much for him as it was for you. 

that smirk is the last thing you see before he flips the two of you over so he’s underneath you and you’re over top of him. he flashes you a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying himself. he’s so… effortlessly endearing. 

he taps your hip, seemingly oblivious to the fondness swelling in your heart. “straddle my face, baby.” 

you blink at him, uncomprehending. he’s got to be joking, right? “my legs feel like fucking Jello.” you counter, like it would dissuade him. with the way he beams, you’d think you just told him he won his first Grammy. 

he doesn’t give you time to dwell on your self-consciousness, just grasps your thighs and shimmies you forward until you’re hovering over his mouth. his biceps lock around your thighs. 

“problem solved,” he murmurs, flexing his arms tighter as he pulls you down.

you open your mouth to protest, but he’s already licking an experimental stripe up your core. it’s a good thing he’s supporting you because your legs are already shuddering, even more intensely than before.  

“relax,” Noah coaxes you, practically purring. “three orgasms and you’re still so fucking tense,” he grunts teasingly, the hint of a smile in his voice. you smack him playfully, suddenly conscious of your stiff posture. you aren’t, in fact, very comfortable.

“better get to work then.” you taunt, and you might as well have said, “make me.”

his eyes darken at the challenge, and when he starts devouring you in earnest, it’s anything but precise, wet and warm and sloppy, and that’s why it’s your undoing.

you don’t know what you were expecting, but you were definitely not prepared for the heightened sensation of feeling his tongue everywhere with the new angle. if it weren’t for his grip on your hips, you’d be constantly lifting off his face to get a reprieve and he’d be fighting to chase you with his tongue. as it is, you have no option but to succumb to the wet heat of his mouth working against you, melting into him. relax indeed.

the sight of him underneath you leaves you more breathless than the feeling of his tongue dipping inside of you does, his eyes blown black with lust as his unabashed sounds of enjoyment reverberate through you. a plethora of broken and spluttered noises fall from your lips, and your hands instinctively move to clutch his, settling over them where they rest at your hips.

your brain’s going fuzzy at the edges as it is, so overstimulated in the best way, but the extra stimulation when his hands start guiding you to rock against his mouth threatens to be too much. you can’t help it this time, your hips rut into his face, and his soft hums of encouragement only goad you on. he’s helping you fuck yourself on his tongue and thoroughly enjoying it if the moans resonating through your core are any indication. 

“Noah,” you plead, not knowing what for but with desperation edging into your voice anyway.

everything. 

nothing. 

it’s too much. 

it’s not enough. 

stop. 

don’t ever stop. 

all coherent thought goes out the window as you give yourself over to the pleasure, your world narrowing down to your throbbing pussy and the man worshiping fervently between your thighs. your mind goes blank then, lost to the sheer ecstasy rising within you so sharply that you feel the prick of tears. 

if it weren’t for his hand tethering you to this world, you fear you’d float away. you cling to it desperately like a lifeline.

“it’s okay,” he urges you, “let go for me.”

as if you could do anything else.

all it takes for you to fall apart this time is the combination of his nose nudging your clit and his pleasured rumblings against your cunt. you come with shuddering breaths, gasping for air, and he holds you in place as your hips jerk, lapping up your arousal as he makes out with your pussy even after you’ve rode out your orgasm. his grip still doesn’t allow you to lift off his face, not for lack of trying as you tremble above him, and it won’t loosen until you’re well and thoroughly putty in his hands. he wants you so flooded with pleasure you’re drowning in it. 

because that look on your face, that feeling that you get, like when you’ve been in the pool all day and flop back into bed at night only to still feel like you’re floating, totally weightless — he wants to coax it from you over and over again.

so when you collapse backward onto the mattress in a heap all blissed out and fuzzy and sated looking at him with half-lidded eyes, it’s no wonder he’s settling on top of you, his fingers interlacing with yours as he pins your hands to the bed, telling you “just one more” as he slides his cock inside you and presses a kiss to your forehead. always one more.

and if there’s another one after that… if he’s settling between your thighs despite your half-hearted protests of “can’t” and “too sensitive”, even as your hips shift in search of his touch, he will reassure you that you can until it is indistinguishable whether you are cursing his name or praising it — inevitably a bit of both.  

he’s gotta show you how much he appreciates his surprise, doesn’t he?

[shebeastly98]

I'd like to request a hc about how does Noah show PDA with you in public and when you're hanging out with the other guys. and how does he show you affection in private

MMMMMMMMM...... this idea has crossed my mind a lot!

P.D.A

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A little bit of something at the bottom so 18+

Public display of affection is in neither yours nor Noah's description of your relationship. With both of you being socially awkward, it's kind of your thing to be socially awkward in public together. While he stands with his arms folded over his chest or hands laying in front of him wringing his fingers, looking as if he's completely disconnected from everything, you’re in the background, staying out of view as much as possible. You're Noah's shadow, but in a good, supportive way, and he loves you for it. He has enough anxiety and overthinking happening in his head as it is. The fact that he never has to add you to his list of questions, doubts, or worries, knowing you're there, loving and supporting him, is what makes your relationship so strong.

It's the looks, the grins, the side smiles he gives you randomly when on tour where you're helping out wherever needed just as long as you're around him and your family. When you walk by each other, Noah's the first to reach his hand out and graze your fingers with his, or find a reason to stand behind you just so that he can touch you on the lower spot of your back that he loves kissing when he's pleasing you from behind. Physical touch is Noah's love language. He has to have it. He could care less if the two of you never spoke again, just as long as you were touching, because he tells you all the time, "I know you love me because of what you do, how you use your hands and heart, not by what you tell me."

Noah's PDA changes when he's around the guys. It's less awkward, less overthinking, and way less anxious, but still cautious. He holds you more and wants your hands constantly (your hands and breasts are his favorite parts of your body), always lacing and locking your fingers together.

Your presence is something Noah is growing to depend on. He looks to you for the safety of his emotions when his head overwhelms him. So if at any time he feels trapped or just uncomfortable, he's pulling you into him, holding you from behind or resting his head against your belly, burying his face until he's better. He doesn't hide his affection for you from the guys. They know how he feels about you.

When it's just the two of you, you still see the same sweet man you call yours, but with way more flirting. Noah is a huge flirt when you're alone together. From over the top one-liners and gushing about how beautiful you are to butt smacks and squeezes and laying over you and slipping his hands up under your shirt to fondle his favorite toys, Noah's private affection is completely 180 from his public affection, and you're a hundred percent okay with that.

Finally, there's his affection in the bedroom. Late at night, when he can't sleep, Noah finds you, somewhere between the sheets and the pitch black of the darkness. His hands pull you close, sliding between your thighs and up between your breasts, rubbing and massaging those parts of you that have been aching for his attention. His soft neck kisses drive you crazy as his lips trail down to your collarbone, trailing his tongue along the thin line. It makes you quietly moan, running your hand up into his hair and rutting your bottom against his erection that's pressed tight against you. You whisper you need more and Noah is never one to deny you anything. Calling you his queen, he strips you both and slides between your legs, giving you not only what you want, but what you deserve. He praises you, worships you, and makes you cum every single time he uses his mouth for not just his songs, and he does it in such a way that he craves how loud you are, demanding you be as loud as you can be. It makes him feel good; to know he's pleasing and satisfying the only woman who means everything to him. Tangled up together, you fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling completely and utterly safe and loved, and never once does Noah let you go. He can't. It's just not in his nature.

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noah.

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brybarian

[shebeastly98]

Cleanse Me With Pleasure

pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: Noah is a pleasure dom and a munch at that. oral (f receiving). multiple orgasms. overstim. Noah is fucking insatiable. facesitting. allusion to p in v sex. established relationship, so fucking affectionate I’m talking tooth-rotting, it’s actually disgusting. I feel like a third wheel. maybe a hint of subspace if you squint. porn without plot, sorry not sorry.

author’s note: this was supposed to be a short lil drabble so that this pleasure dom!Noah brainrot I had could be gone from me, but alas it had its own ideas. if you don’t know what a pleasure dom is, it’s someone who gets off on giving their partner a lot of orgasms!!!!! I didn’t write aftercare for this scene because it was getting away from me as it was, but you better believe they took such good care of each other. the best!!! aftercare is fucking important after scenes like this okay babes!

major thank you to my beloved moots and betas @throughwoodsanddirt and @circlewithme <3 

・❥・

“hi.” after staring wide-eyed at you for a few seconds, Noah quickly blinks in confusion, almost as if he worries that doing so would make you disappear. wipe you clean from his field of vision like windshield wipers do the rain. 

“hi.” you echo, a goofy, lopsided grin on your face while he continues to look at you in disbelief.

“you’re here.” his eyes land on your suitcase in the corner.

“I’m here.”

it’s a surprise that you showed up like this. so good of a surprise that it has Noah extending his hand, fingers shaky, just trying to poke you — you know, to make sure you’re really there. you’re a step ahead of him, already interlocking your fingers with his.

it’s not often that you visit him on tour.

“you didn’t tell me—”

“I was coming, I know. surprise!” you make jazz hands with a flourish. “are you really that disappointed to see me?” 

you know the answer.

he huffs a laugh, eyes darkening with a look that you know only spells trouble for you. “I’ll show you how disappointed I am.”

…and that’s how you end up spread open on the bed of his hotel room, legs tossed carelessly over his shoulders while his eyes devour your pussy like it’s Christmas morning and he’s faced with a present to unwrap. he’s certainly not about to waste time now, burying his face in your pussy and lapping up every inch of you like he’s been dying for a taste.

your jaw falls slack as the wind is knocked out of you with the ferocity of his tongue. in a flurry of movement, your hands are scrambling for anything to grab onto — fisting the sheets, the back of his shirt, grasping his forearms — anything to keep them occupied, because pleasure this good after being apart so long has you losing all sense of composure. you don’t know what to do with yourself.

smug bastard. you can feel Noah smirk against your pussy before he guides your hands to his hair. he knows, he fucking knows what he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel. but he’s nothing if not a tease because now he’s pulling away despite your whimpering… or maybe because of it.

his lips curl into a sly grin, head propped on your thigh. it’s tugging on your heartstrings just as much as it’s making your core ache to see him like this. warm brown eyes meet yours — he’s mesmerized, drunk on lust — but it’s that fond sparkle in them, it’s his bottom lip catching between his teeth... he looks positively giddy.

“you’re such a tease,” you grumble, knowing all you can do is take what he gives. it’ll work in your favor anyway. he can never deny you for long; not when denying you means denying himself. your pleasure is his pleasure after all.

his soft smile morphs back into a smirk. “only for you,” a hand squeezes your hip affectionately. “you’ll be thanking me later.” 

he doesn’t follow it up with “when you come twice as hard”, but you know him well enough to know that’s his intention. always the cheeky fucker, Noah Sebastian. 

“I’m only getting started, baby,” he promises you playfully. “this is just the warm-up.” 

unhurried fingers part your folds, tracing lazy circles everywhere but your clit. and god, the way he’s looking at you, big brown doe eyes alight with adoration — fuck, if it doesn’t take your breath away. his lips part in wonderment, his brown eyes hyper-focused on every hitch of your breath and every cant of your hips. 

when he does finally press a finger to your clit? mercy. it sets your nerves alight, and then his mouth is on you again; first with long, drawn-out, and teasing kisses between your thighs before his tongue darts out from between his lips to lick along the length of you, torturing you with slow, languid strokes.

“you have the prettiest fucking pussy,” his voice muffles into you, and with every quickening flick of his tongue, that spark in your lower belly fans into wild flames. it’s all you can do to keep your shaking legs from closing around his head as he groans against your core. then again, you don’t think he’d be all that opposed to the idea. you almost wonder who’s enjoying this more. 

“baby…” your stomach flips at the sight of him, how primal he looks. there’s a mischievous glint in his warm eyes, that goddamn smirk still on his face. his wet fucking face. your stomach only twists itself further into knots as you remind yourself that it’s your cunt he’s covered in. 

tattooed hands close around your fists, encouraging you to tug harder. “you can be rougher than that. I can take it.” he says, tone familiar as if he’s had to tell you this before. (he has.) he doesn’t have to tighten his grip to close your fingers the rest of the way, because as soon as his rough, warm tongue runs from your hole to your clitoris once again, you’re tugging at the root with enough force to make him groan against you.

he’s sucking your clit into his mouth again, more persistent this time, and the dull ache from being denied becomes a painful clench as it tightens. you know Noah feels it too with the vise grip he’s got on your hips, sure to leave bruises when he bears down harder.

he shows no signs of letting up as you keen above him, as your thighs flex on either side of his head and your fingers card through and tug at his hair. not even when you’ve come. 

he’s going to be the death of you, you decide; he’s fucking relentless. for one, he’s made no moves to pull away from you, and your feel-good buzz is quickly honing into something a little more sharp, a lot more sensitive. your shaky hands scramble to push him away from your core, a whimper bubbling in your throat. 

he’s reluctant to pull away. he’d be perfectly content to linger a small eternity between your thighs, anything to draw out that blissed-out look on your face. still, he follows as you tug him up to kiss you, cradling his face in your hands. and kiss you he does. 

calling them kisses is too generous, though — his parted lips drag over your hips, your breasts, the column of your throat, all the while leaving a cold, sticky trail in their wake as he yields to your pull. the instant his lips press against yours, he slows, as if sedated. his kisses are gentle, hands coming up to caress either cheek. soon, too soon, his lips separate from yours, his breath shakily fanning over your face as one of his hands trails down your skin once more. your whine of protest at the loss of contact dies in your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, immediately thrusting them.

“shit, Noah.” it comes out breathy and high-pitched, your mouth falling open only for Noah to swallow it up with his and all your moans with it.

“keep going, honey,” he coos, lips brushing against your chin as your head lolls back against the pillows, back arching. “tell me how much you’ve missed this.” 

but the words won’t come — all that he pulls out are slack-jawed wails and gasps. you’re dizzy with pleasure, dizzy with the proximity of him, and your heart can’t seem to catch up to your head because everything…

the smell of his cologne as he buries his face in your neck. him pressing small kisses to the side of your face, your jaw, your shoulder. his murmurs of praise, of “that’s my girl” and “you’re doing so good for me” while one of your hands holds desperately onto the wrist of his free hand, the other reaching up and back to hold onto his soft hair…

it all makes you fucking ache. 

you feel small under the weight of this loving tenderness, but he doesn’t give you the chance to feel undeserving. no, he just peppers feather-light kisses across your cheeks, your nose, forehead… any and every inch of skin available to him, delighting in the soft, contented exhales leaving your mouth.

your skin’s buzzing — itching — closer, you need him closer. it’s not enough to grasp the hair at the nape of his neck, you need to feel your fingers digging into his scalp, tugging him by the roots until he’s invading every one of your senses. you need to feel him draped over you like your favorite weighted blanket, a gentle reassurance of safety and security and home.

you have missed this. you’ve missed him, and you’re having trouble coming to terms with the fact that you don’t have to miss him anymore. he’s right there with you. 

you hug him tighter to you, the strands of his hair fluffy in your grasp. without you even having to say it, he knows.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.” he caresses your skin softly, dusting gentle kisses all along your cheeks and chin and nose, and in the same breath finds that spot with his fingers that has you melting in a pool of liquid heat. your eyes want to flutter shut at the sensation, but he presses his forehead to yours, and you can’t bring yourself to look away from the combined heat and adoration lacing his gaze. your tummy flutters.

when you sneak a glance between your legs, he’s already looking, hypnotized by the plunge of his fingers in and out. he’s practically drooling at the sight, mesmerized by how easily you swallow him up and the wetness pooling between your thighs. he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, palm rubbing against your clit as he perfectly curls his long fingers. inked fingers slick with your arousal. you clench around them, and it’s instinctual the way your hips jut into his hand, moving in time with his fingers.

you know you’re fucked when you feel it in your toes first, inching its way up, settling low in your stomach.

“that’s it.” Noah croons against your skin. 

oh god.

“feel good, baby?” you nod. you whine when he pulls away to sit back on his knees, but it’s all worth it when his free hand settles below your navel, all while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. “yeah?”

oh god.

he presses down lightly, and your vision goes white at the edges. 

oh god.

“shit. can feel your pussy clenching. you gonna come for me?” he teases, his tone almost taunting. he knows he’s going to make you come, he just wants to hear you say it. wants the affirmation, craves it, needs it, that he’s making you feel so good. he clings to it like a medal, proof of his hard work and dedication as he worships at the temple that is your body, and god is he on his knees.

“Noahh—” he curls his fingers and you can tell he delights in the way your breath catches on his name.

“I know, baby, I know,” he presses a kiss right above your hip, “but let me hear you say it.” 

“shit,” you whine, squirming beneath him, “Noah… feelssogood… I’m gonna come.”

“there you go,” your eyes meet, “shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. come for me, baby.”

and when he plies that spot inside you mercilessly, it’s enough to push you over the edge. fall head over heels over the cliff. 

you forget to breathe until Noah tells you to. not that it helps when he’s got the same fingers that were just inside you in his mouth, eyes locked with yours as he licks them clean. 

“breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby.”

did you already say he’s going to be the death of you?

・❥・

you’ve barely come down from your third orgasm and he’s already coaxing you, soft and low, “one more, baby.”

not a question.

his cheeks are rosy, brown eyes adoring. “I know you can give me another one.” swollen lips form a pout.

and it’s not fair because it’s hard enough to say no to him without those puppy eyes of his. you never stood a chance. “not fair,” you huff, “you’re using your powers for evil.”

“wanting to give you an orgasm is evil now?” he cocks his head with an amused smile, feigning innocence like he hasn’t just given you two already. “I just wanna make you feel good, baby.”

it just about fucking does you in, the gentleness with which he presses soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. then an even softer one to your clit, eyes pleading. your hips jolt at the feeling, and he laughs. “let me make up for lost time, hm?” he murmurs, the vibration going straight to your core. and if he drags it out a little because he likes seeing you squirm, well…

you hate him. you love him and you hate him. “jesus fuck,” Noah licks a long stripe up your folds, and your head falls back against the bed. you simultaneously want to kiss him and punch him. at the very least you could stand to torture him a little. 

maybe next time. fucking menace. 

it’s his smug-sounding chuckle against your core — hips shifting under him because your pussy is practically vibrating with arousal — that has you realizing you said that out loud. 

“your fucking menace.” he corrects, smirking cheekily (it’s actually butterfly-inducing), and you know you’re in for it now. your stomach does a little cartwheel. 

you’re in trouble and you know it because up until that point, he’d been holding back. the gentle kisses to your clit. his tongue moving against you sloppily. fingering you slowly, lazily. taking his time working you up was as much for him as it was for you. 

that smirk is the last thing you see before he flips the two of you over so he’s underneath you and you’re over top of him. he flashes you a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying himself. he’s so… effortlessly endearing. 

he taps your hip, seemingly oblivious to the fondness swelling in your heart. “straddle my face, baby.” 

you blink at him, uncomprehending. he’s got to be joking, right? “my legs feel like fucking Jello.” you counter, like it would dissuade him. with the way he beams, you’d think you just told him he won his first Grammy. 

he doesn’t give you time to dwell on your self-consciousness, just grasps your thighs and shimmies you forward until you’re hovering over his mouth. his biceps lock around your thighs. 

“problem solved,” he murmurs, flexing his arms tighter as he pulls you down.

you open your mouth to protest, but he’s already licking an experimental stripe up your core. it’s a good thing he’s supporting you because your legs are already shuddering, even more intensely than before.  

“relax,” Noah coaxes you, practically purring. “three orgasms and you’re still so fucking tense,” he grunts teasingly, the hint of a smile in his voice. you smack him playfully, suddenly conscious of your stiff posture. you aren’t, in fact, very comfortable.

“better get to work then.” you taunt, and you might as well have said, “make me.”

his eyes darken at the challenge, and when he starts devouring you in earnest, it’s anything but precise, wet and warm and sloppy, and that’s why it’s your undoing.

you don’t know what you were expecting, but you were definitely not prepared for the heightened sensation of feeling his tongue everywhere with the new angle. if it weren’t for his grip on your hips, you’d be constantly lifting off his face to get a reprieve and he’d be fighting to chase you with his tongue. as it is, you have no option but to succumb to the wet heat of his mouth working against you, melting into him. relax indeed.

the sight of him underneath you leaves you more breathless than the feeling of his tongue dipping inside of you does, his eyes blown black with lust as his unabashed sounds of enjoyment reverberate through you. a plethora of broken and spluttered noises fall from your lips, and your hands instinctively move to clutch his, settling over them where they rest at your hips.

your brain’s going fuzzy at the edges as it is, so overstimulated in the best way, but the extra stimulation when his hands start guiding you to rock against his mouth threatens to be too much. you can’t help it this time, your hips rut into his face, and his soft hums of encouragement only goad you on. he’s helping you fuck yourself on his tongue and thoroughly enjoying it if the moans resonating through your core are any indication. 

“Noah,” you plead, not knowing what for but with desperation edging into your voice anyway.

everything. 

nothing. 

it’s too much. 

it’s not enough. 

stop. 

don’t ever stop. 

all coherent thought goes out the window as you give yourself over to the pleasure, your world narrowing down to your throbbing pussy and the man worshiping fervently between your thighs. your mind goes blank then, lost to the sheer ecstasy rising within you so sharply that you feel the prick of tears. 

if it weren’t for his hand tethering you to this world, you fear you’d float away. you cling to it desperately like a lifeline.

“it’s okay,” he urges you, “let go for me.”

as if you could do anything else.

all it takes for you to fall apart this time is the combination of his nose nudging your clit and his pleasured rumblings against your cunt. you come with shuddering breaths, gasping for air, and he holds you in place as your hips jerk, lapping up your arousal as he makes out with your pussy even after you’ve rode out your orgasm. his grip still doesn’t allow you to lift off his face, not for lack of trying as you tremble above him, and it won’t loosen until you’re well and thoroughly putty in his hands. he wants you so flooded with pleasure you’re drowning in it. 

because that look on your face, that feeling that you get, like when you’ve been in the pool all day and flop back into bed at night only to still feel like you’re floating, totally weightless — he wants to coax it from you over and over again.

so when you collapse backward onto the mattress in a heap all blissed out and fuzzy and sated looking at him with half-lidded eyes, it’s no wonder he’s settling on top of you, his fingers interlacing with yours as he pins your hands to the bed, telling you “just one more” as he slides his cock inside you and presses a kiss to your forehead. always one more.

and if there’s another one after that… if he’s settling between your thighs despite your half-hearted protests of “can’t” and “too sensitive”, even as your hips shift in search of his touch, he will reassure you that you can until it is indistinguishable whether you are cursing his name or praising it — inevitably a bit of both.  

he’s gotta show you how much he appreciates his surprise, doesn’t he?