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Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 1 (title coming soon btw! i'm still thinking!)

okay i've finally decided i will be posting this, so it's time to release this from my drafts... remember when i asked about a bestfriend!noah x reader series... well here's the first part!! i don't know exactly when i'll be writing and posting for this story, so there'll be new parts when i feel like it i guess haha

also i added this series onto my taglist if you want to be tagged in future posts :)

warnings: NSFW!! loss of virginity, READER IS 18+, experienced noah x unexperienced reader, p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do that!), is that it??

You and Noah. Noah and You. Inseparable since you met, where there was one the other wouldn’t be far. You did everything together, there was no one in the world you cared about and trusted more than your best friend Noah. You loved him in a way that was more than just friendship, even more than just romantic, you had the kind of bond with him that people could only dream about. You were his soulmate, and he was yours, but to keep it simple, you just called yourselves best friends.

You had your own friend groups though, you had your group- Sophia, Beth, Miley and Emily. Noah had his- Nick (Ruffilo), Nick (Folio), Matt and Jolly. Your friends had very little to do with Noah and the guys, but the guys all saw you as their little sister, always looking out for you, always protective over you- besides Folio who saw you as his twin, and sharing a birthday may have had something to do with that.

Noah was experienced in every way you weren’t, he had to be. Coming from a complicated background, he knew he had only himself from a young age, until you came along. Your family loved him, he was invited to every family event, every wedding, birthday, every party. Your family would always joke, asking if they would be expecting your boyfriend to come with you, and you would always hit them with the “he’s just my friend!” because he was… right? He got his first job young, saving money for road trips with you once he learned to drive and buying you gifts whenever he would see something that reminded him of you. He moved in with his friends, Ruffilo and Matt, as soon as he could, and you were always welcome at his place whenever you wanted, whether you needed to get away from home for a while or whether you just wanted to see him, you were always welcome to hang out.

However, there were also other ways he was more experienced than you, more than just life in general. He had a reputation for being a little bit of a man whore, for lack of a better word. Despite never having had a long-term girlfriend, you’d always heard whispers and rumours about him. The girls at school would talk about him, about his hookups, about how good he was in bed. You never asked, and he never brought it up, but you’d caught the knowing smirks, the way girls would giggle when he walked by. Yet those girls would never know you were his first kiss, when the two of you were younger and watched a movie, cringing at how a husband and wife kissed. You had asked if he had ever kissed someone before, and to your surprise he said no. You hadn’t either, so you were both curious, and ended up kissing each other, before groaning at how disgusting it was. You had no idea how your best friend Noah Sebastian, who once said he’d never kiss again, had built this kind of reputation.

However, it never bothered you that you were lacking that kind of experience, not until your friends began talking about sex. Sophia was the first to lose her virginity to her long term boyfriend, Miley next with her vacation fling, then Emily with a drunken hookup at a party. This left you and Beth, or at least until Beth sent a random message to your group chat one night, starting with “you’ll never guess what just happened", but she never said who she lost it to.

This left you feeling a little left out. You wanted to do it, and not just because they had. You wanted to know how it felt, if it was really as good as people say. The only issue was that you’ve never had a boyfriend, or any partner, not really. You’d get involved with guys, and you’d really like them until they said how they didn’t like how close you were with Noah.

But you didn’t blame them.

Because right now, you and Noah were sprawled out on his couch, your legs resting in his lap. He had noticed there’s been something on your mind all day, all week even, because he can always tell. You were quieter, not laughing when he made a funny comment. And right now, you were chewing on your lip, staring at the TV screen but not quite watching the movie.

Noah shifted beneath you, letting out a dramatic sigh before tapping his fingers against your shin.

“Alright, spit it out,” he said, not even looking at you. “You’ve been chewing on your lip so hard I’m surprised it's still there.”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Whatever’s been on your mind all night. You suck at hiding things from me, you know that.” He finally turned to look at you, brows raised. “So, what’s up? You flunk a test? Accidentally shoplifted again? New crush?… Had your first wet dream or something?”

Your face immediately burned, and you kicked at his thigh.

“No, you freak!”

Noah just grinned, clearly pleased with himself for getting a reaction out of you.

“Then what? You’re acting all… I don’t know… Weird?”

You hesitated. Your eyes flickered back to the TV, even though you weren’t watching it. The words were sitting right there on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t push them out.

Noah nudged you again.

“C’mon, just tell me... It’s me.” He said, his voice softer.

That was the thing. It was him. Your best friend. The one person who never judged you for anything, ever. The one person you trusted with your life. If you couldn’t tell him, then who could you tell?

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous.

“Everyone has done it except me.” You muttered, your voice small as you picked at a loose thread on your sweater.

Noah blinked.

“Huh?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“God, don’t make me say it, Noah.”

A beat of silence. Then, his voice dropped lower, amused but curious.

“…Ohh...”

You peeked at him between your fingers, and you watched a slow smirk spread across his face.

“You’re talking about sex.” He nodded.

You groaned again, your face burning up.

“Shut up.”

Noah laughed, leaning his head back against the couch.

“Y'know I was only joking about the wet dream thing, but wow, okay. So, let me guess… Your friends won’t shut up about it, and now you’re all stressed because you’re still a virgin?”

You sighed, letting your hands fall into your lap.

“Kind of. I don’t know. I mean, yeah, they talk about it a lot now... And it’s not like I wanna do it just because they have.” You hesitated, then shrugged. “But I have been thinking about it for a while, and I do wanna do it, I want to know what it's like...”

Noah hummed, tilting his head. He wasn’t teasing anymore. He was watching you carefully, taking in the way you were fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Then, after a pause…

“You got someone in mind?”

You froze, feeling your stomach flip.

This was the part where you were supposed to laugh it off. This was the part where you should’ve said something like “yeah, Oli Sykes”, or simply “no, not really.”

But you didn’t.

Because you did have someone in mind, and he was sitting right next to you.

You hesitated for a second too long, and Noah caught it. His smirk deepened, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Ohh, so there is someone?”

You huffed, shifting against the couch.

“Maybe.”

Noah grinned, slinging an arm over the back of the couch.

“Lemme guess…” He pretended to think, then snapped his fingers. “Folio?”

Your head snapped toward him.

“What?!”

“I mean, it makes sense,” he said with a shrug, like it was obvious. “You guys always have this kinda tension-”

“We do not!” You gawked at him.

Noah just laughed, shoving your legs off of him.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You scowled.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he shot back, grinning. Then, as if it was an afterthought, he added, “Folio knows what he's doing though, he already popped someone’s cherry.”

“What?! Who?!”

Noah gave you a look.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

He blinked. Then, like he’d just realised,

“Oh... Fuck.”

Your stomach twisted.

��Noah.”

He winced, running a hand through his hair.

“Shit. Well. Uh…”

“Noah. Who?”

He groaned.

“Look, I wasn’t supposed to say anything, so just… don’t be weird about it, okay?” He sighed, then muttered, “Beth.”

Your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Beth?!”

“Shhh!” Noah reached over and clamped a hand over your mouth as if she would hear you, glaring at you. “Jesus, this stays between us, unless you want her to murder me?”

You shoved his hand away, still reeling.

“Beth… and Folio?”

Noah rolled his eyes.

“Yes. Apparently. I found out a few days ago, and he made me swear not to tell anyone because they need to talk about it first or something...” He gave you a pointed look. “So if you tell your little girl gang, I’m dead. You hear me? Dead!"

You barely heard him. You were still processing the fact that Beth, the same Beth who used to pretend to gag at the mention of Folio’s name, had slept with him? No wonder she’d been weird about it all.

Noah watched your face closely, then smirked.

“So, I guess that means Folio’s off the table for you anyway, huh?”

You rolled your eyes.

“He was never on the table, Noah.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced. “So, who is it then?”

Your breath hitched.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you forced yourself to meet his gaze.

His teasing expression softened slightly, like he could tell you were about to say something important.

You swallowed hard.

“I was wondering, what if it was… You?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Noah blinked.

Then, after a beat,

“Huh?”

Your face burned. You looked away, gripping the hem of your sweater.

“I mean, there's nobody I trust more, nobody I'd feel safer with…I want you to be my first.”

Silence.

Your heart nearly pounded out of your chest.

Then all he said to that was,

“…Oh.”

You’d fucked it. Your entire life. You had ruined the one friendship you never wanted to throw away. He was going to hate you forever. This was it.

However, Noah just blinked, still processing your words. Then, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Me?” he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement.

Your face burned hotter.

“Forget it,” you muttered, moving to sit up. “It was stupid.”

But before you could escape, his hand shot out, catching your wrist.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His grip was firm but gentle, like he didn’t want you running away just yet. “You want me to take your virginity? You want me to… have sex with you?”

You swallowed hard, refusing to meet his eyes.

“…Maybe.”

Noah let out a low chuckle.

“Damn. Never thought I’d hear that one.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “What, you finally realised I am the hottest guy you know?”

You groaned, even though you were glad he wasn’t being weird about it like you feared he would be.

“Noah-“

“Or…” He cut you off, eyes glinting with mischief. “Have you just been thinking about how good I’d be at it? You heard the stories, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

That smug look deepened.

“Ohhh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder.

He laughed, easily taking the hit.

“Hey, I get it. You don’t wanna waste it on some idiot who doesn’t know what he’s doing, someone who won’t treat you right.” He leaned back, stretching his arms over the couch. “Smart girl, you gotta raise your standards somehow.”

You frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, if I do this, you’re never gonna be able to settle for some mediocre guy after me.” Noah grinned.

“You tell all your hookups that?”

Noah snorted, before looking at you a little more seriously.

“If this is really what you want, I’ll do it. I just don’t want you to… I dunno…”

“Feel weird about it?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “It doesn’t have to change anything between us, okay? If you don’t want it to.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head, “I trust you, Noah, I know you’ll take care of me, I know I’ll feel safe, and if I want to stop I know you will.”

Noah felt his heart flutter at your words, his hand resting on your thigh.

“You don’t know what that means to me, sweetheart.”

That damn pet name, the one he would randomly throw out, the one that would make your heart skip a beat.

“So… When do you want to do it?” He asked, a playful glint in his eye before he continued, “Cause y’know, I’m quite a busy guy-”

“Oh, yes, because I’m just going to book an appointment to have sex with my best friend.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You were so glad he wasn’t making this feel too serious or too daunting, “I’m not doing anything now? Or later tonight?”

“I was gonna go to Jesse’s party,” Noah said, “But this sounds much better.”

You felt yourself blush.

“You gonna tell Jesse you’re busy?”

“Nah, he’ll forget about me by the time he’s had a couple beers.” He smirked, standing up and reaching a hand out to you, “We don’t have to do it right now, but-”

“I want to.” You swallowed, worried you sound too eager, “If you do too?"

He smiled.

“Of course, c’mon.”

Your fingers slid into his, warm and solid, and he tugged you up effortlessly. Your heart was pounding as he led you toward his bedroom, every step making the reality of the situation sink in.

You were really doing this.

With Noah.

Your best friend.

You weren’t sure what you expected to feel when you walked into his room, but it was so normal. The bed was unmade, his hoodie was draped over the chair, and there was an empty water bottle on the nightstand. It was the same place you’d hung out a million times before, except this time, you weren’t just here for a movie night, or to listen to his demos for his new band, Bad Omens.

Noah turned to face you, his expression soft.

"You okay?"

You nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced.

"You can back out," he said gently. "Doesn’t have to happen tonight."

You swallowed hard.

"I know."

Noah studied you for a moment longer before stepping closer, reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek. His touch was soft, much softer than you expected.

"You still want this?"

"Yeah… I do."

His smirk returned, but there was something different about it now. Something almost possessive as he looked in your eyes.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I want it too."

He shut the door, making sure to lock it just in case, and his eyes softened as he looked at you standing in the middle of his room, looking a little anxious.

"Nervous?" He asked

You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot.

"A little."

"That’s normal, you don’t know what to expect." He smiled, before gesturing to the bed. "Come here."

You obeyed, sitting on the edge, hands placed in your lap. Noah crouched in front of you, hands braced on your thighs, not to push, not to rush, just grounding you.

"You will tell me if you wanna stop at all, yeah? If anything doesn't feel good?"

You nodded, but he raised an eyebrow.

"Say it."

"I’ll tell you if I wanna stop."

Noah gave a satisfied nod.

"Good girl."

A shiver ran through you, but before you could dwell on it, he squeezed your knees.

"Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you comfy."

He stood, peeling his hoodie off over his head, leaving him in just a t-shirt and sweats. It wasn’t a show, just something casual, but your mouth still went dry.

"Your turn.” He prompted, nodding toward you.

Your fingers fumbled at the hem of your sweater. It felt different like this, being undressed for someone. You hesitated, and Noah caught on immediately.

"Here," he murmured, nudging your hands away. "Let me."

His fingers were steady as he pushed your sweater up, slow and careful.

"Arms up, baby."

Your heart skipped a beat at the name, but you obeyed, letting him tug it off and toss it aside. The cool air prickled against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he looked you over, watching as you slowly took off your bra, tossing it down with your sweater and his hoodie.

"Damn.” He muttered under his breath.

Your stomach twisted.

"What?"

His lips quirked up slihgtly.

"Nothing. Just… you’re pretty."

Your face burned, and you looked away, but Noah wasn’t having it. His fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin up.

"Don’t get shy on me now, we both know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you naked."

You swallowed hard, but you nodded. He was right. You and Noah had no shame, you could and would get changed in front of each other and it was never weird, sometimes you’d even go into the bathroom and sit with each other when you were in the bath or shower, just to talk about day. You knew he’d never look at you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable, and he knew the same about you. The bond you had was truly unbreakable, so you were hoping you weren’t making a mistake here tonight.

"Okay. Lay back for me, sweetheart." Noah said softly.

You did as he asked, heart hammering against your ribs as you stretched out on, laying back his bed. The sheets smelled like him, clean, familiar and safe. There was nowhere else you could ever imagine this happening.

Noah climbed in next to you, leaning on one arm while his other hand trailed lightly over your stomach.

"We’ll go slow, alright? Let’s start easy."

And then, his fingers traced lower.

“No one else has ever touched you like this before?” He asked, although he was certain he knew the answer.

“No.” You shook your head.

“What about… You?” His voice was lower this time, and his fingers moved slowly down, like he had all the time in the world, before they brushed the waistband of your shorts. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

“I’ve tried.” You swallowed, “But I’ve never…”

“Never came?”

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

“Oh, angel,” he pouted, “Should’ve told me sooner.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, giving you a look to ask for permission, and once you nodded he slowly slid them down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

“You still sure about this?”

“Yes, you idiot.” You smirked, fighting back the nerves swirling in your tummy.

“Okay, good.” He smiled, searching your face for a moment before slowly leaning down, capturing your lips with his.

You expected it to feel weird, kissing him, but it didn’t. Nothing had ever felt so right.

His kisses began at your lips as he pawed at your chest, his thumb rolling over your nipple, but then they trailed down, past your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, between your breasts, your stomach…

Until he reached where you were now aching for release, for him.

He kissed over your hip, your upper thighs, but then he stopped, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties as he kneeled between your thighs.

“You’ve seriously never came before?”

“No.” You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing as his thumb brushed down against the damp fabric.

“Mmm, we’ll change that, sweetheart. I promise.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb pressed down a little harder, rubbing up and down over your clothed clit. His head rested on your thigh, looking up at you with a lazy smile, as if he could spend the rest of his life like this.

“Already so wet for me…”

“Noah…” You whined, your hands covering your face after a small whimper escaped your lips.

“Hey, don’t get shy now,” he reached for your arms, moving your hands away from your face, “You wanted this, right… Unless you want me to stop-”

“No.” You said, leaving no room for hesitation.

He smirked, his thumb still rubbing over your clit, in slow, lazy circles. A soft gasp left your lips, your thighs tensing.

"There we go," he murmured, watching you closely. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

You nodded quickly, biting your lip.

Noah hummed in approval.

"Why don't we make it even better."

With that, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He had seen you before, but never up this close. His gaze flickered over you, dark and unreadable, before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hip.

"Relax for me," he murmured against your skin. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

His fingers found you again, and this time, there was nothing in the way. For a moment he just looked at you, parting your folds with his fingers, feeling his heart race as he let his thumb ghost over your clit, watching you shiver. He'd be lying if he said he had never thought about this before.

"You’re so soft, baby," he murmured, his voice thick. "And so wet. I barely have to do anything, and you’re already falling apart for me."

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as he moved, one finger sliding through your slick folds, testing and teasing. Your hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more, and he chuckled softly.

"Easy, sweetheart." His thumb found your clit again, rubbing in slow, lazy circles. "See? That feels good, huh?"

"Y-yeah…"

"You ever touch yourself like this?"

You shook your head, unable to form words. Every time you had touched yourself, it had never felt this good. Nothing has ever felt this good.

His smirk deepened.

"No wonder you never finished. You weren’t doing it right."

You wanted to argue, but the way his fingers were moving, so sure and precise, like he knew exactly what to do, made it impossible to do anything except moan softly.

"Listen to you," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. "So needy. Never heard you make those pretty sounds before."

Your face burned.

"Noah-"

"Shh, just let me hear you, sweetheart."

And then, before you could process it, he slowly slipped a long finger inside you.

Your breath caught, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around his hand.

"Oh-"

"There you go,"* he soothed, pressing a kiss to your lower stomach. "Nice and slow, just like that… Feel good?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip.

He moved carefully, giving you time to adjust, his thumb still working soft, teasing circles over your clit. The mix of sensations already had your toes curling, your back arching off the bed.

"Ohh good girl," he praised, his voice dropping into something lower, something almost possessive, you never thought you’d ever have the chance to see this side of your best friend. "You’re taking me so well."

A whimper slipped from your lips, and Noah groaned softly.

"Fuck, baby, you’re already squeezing me so tight…"

He added another finger, stretching you just a little more, and your whole body tensed.

"You okay?"

You nodded quickly.

"Y-yeah, just-"

"Different?" He finished for you.

"Yeah."

"Mmm. You’re doing so good for me." He pressed another soft kiss to your stomach, his fingers never stopping. "Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

And then, if it couldn’t get any better, he curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot that had you gasping, gripping his other wrist like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Oh my…” Your head was spinning, you felt like you were just going to float away if you let go of his hand.

"That’s it,"* he murmured, his voice rougher now. "Fuck, you feel soo good…"

It was too much, too good, your stomach tightening, your breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

"Noah, I-"

"I know, baby. Give in to it, let yourself go… Cum for me…"

His thumb pressed down just a little harder, his fingers curling at the same time, and that it was it.

You let out a loud, almost pornographic moan as the pleasure crashed over you, your whole body trembling.

Noah kept moving, slower now as he worked you through your first ever orgasm, his voice soft and soothing.

"Yeah… That’s my girl. So fucking pretty when you cum for me."

You barely registered when he pulled his fingers away, your body still trembling in the aftershocks.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was staring down at you, his pupils blown, his lips parted slightly.

"See?" he murmured, bringing his slick fingers to his lips and sucking them clean, moaning as his gaze locked onto yours. "Told you it'd feel good."

You couldn’t believe what had just happend, or how amazing that had just felt.

But you knew one thing for sure. You’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life.

“That was…” You attempted to speak, but you were still catching your breath.

“Good, huh? Still wanna go further?” He asked, and as he stood up from the bed your saw how tight his jeans had gotten.

You swallowed hard, nodding your head.

“Yes, Noah… Please…”

He let out a low breath, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So needy now, huh?"

You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t look away. You were past the point of shyness now. You wanted this. You wanted him.

Noah reached down, fingers working to undo his belt, the clinking sound sending a fresh wave of anticipation through you.

"Still sure about this, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice softer now. "You know we don’t have to-"

"No! I want to." You interrupted, surprising even yourself with how sure you sounded.

He studied you for a second, then nodded, undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers.

Your breath hitched as he kicked them aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling between your legs.

Oh, the rumours were true.

Becuase fuck.

He was big.

Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed.

"We’ll go slow," he assured you, running a hand up your thigh. "I promise."

He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his bare skin warm against yours. You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“Can I touch you first?” You asked against his lips, and you felt his smirk, his cock twitching against your leg.

"You wanna touch me, sweetheart?" His voice was lower now, rougher, as he pulled away a little.

You nodded your head

Noah let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly.

"Fuck.. yeah, of course you can."

He moved, the two of you swapping positions. He was now half sat half laying on the bed, with you now kneeling between his legs. As you moved, he took off his shirt, revealing all those tattoos you’d catch yourself staring at, and it never went unnoticed by him.

You brought yourself back to reality, noticing his hard cock standing thick and heavy between his legs. You swallowed hard, your heart hammering as you reached out, your fingers wrapping around him hesitantly as your other hand held his thigh.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his head tilting back slightly.

"Oh… Jesus..."

You felt the weight of him in your hand, the warmth, the way he twitched under your touch. You ran your fingers over the length of him, testing, exploring, before stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, that’s it," he groaned, his hips twitching. "Mmm yeah… You’re a natural, baby."*

The praise made heat pool between your legs again. Emboldened, you tightened your grip slightly, stroking him with more confidence, watching the way his muscles tensed.

His jaw clenched, his breath coming in heavier now.

"You keep that up, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna last long…"

You looked up at him, eyes wide and curious.

"Is that bad?"

He let out a strained laugh, his hand moving to cup your face.

"Not bad, just… fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad."

Your stomach flipped at his words, and you swallowed hard before releasing him, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I want that too…”

"Yeah?" His dark eyes locked onto yours.

You nodded.

"Yeah."

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he exhaled slowly, like he was holding onto the last thread of his control.

"Alright…"

He guided you back against the pillows, his lips brushing yours, his voice a soft murmur against your mouth.

"Just relax for me, baby. Let me make you feel good."

He reached down between you, running the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you as it nudged your still sensitive clit.

“Is it gonna hurt?” You asked, your eyes meeting his again.

He hesitated for a moment, he wanted so badly to say no, but he knew there may be some discomfort on your end.

“It’s your first time, so there’ll be a little stretch… It might be uncomfortable, but if it does hurt and you want to stop, tell me. Okay?”

You swallowed, nodding.

"Yeah…"

Noah took his time, his gaze locked onto yours as he slowly began pushing inside. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, it had you gasping, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained. "You’re so fucking tight…"

He paused, giving you time to adjust, his lips trailing soft kisses along your jaw.

"Talk to me, baby. You okay?"

You took a shaky breath, nodding.

"Y-yeah… just feels… different."

He chuckled against your skin.

"I know. Just breathe, sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you..."

Slowly, he pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, fully inside you. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he stilled, letting you adjust to his size.

"So fucking perfect," he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek in his hand. "You feel so, so good, baby…"

You whimpered, shifting slightly, making your walls squeeze around him, and the movement made him suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck, don’t do that unless you want me to lose it." He warned.

You giggled breathlessly, but the sound melted into a soft moan as he rocked his hips, just barely, just enough to send sparks of pleasure through you.

It felt good. So fucking good.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice like honey. "I’ve got you, sweetheart…"

He kept his pace slow at first, his movements deep and unhurried, like he wanted to savour every second, like he wanted you to feel just how much he wanted you. His hands roamed your body, fingers tracing delicate patterns over your skin, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper than lust. "Feel so fucking good…"

His touch was reverent, every movement careful, every thrust making your breath hitch, making your body arch into his. He held you close, your bodies pressed together so tightly it was impossible to tell where you ended and he began.

You sighed his name, your fingers sliding into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, making him groan softly against your skin. The way he moved, the way he filled you so completely, it was overwhelming in the best way, and it felt so right.

"Noah…"

He lifted his head, his hair falling over his face, his dark eyes locking onto yours, and the look he gave you nearly stole your breath away. Pure adoration, mixed with hunger.

"Yeah?"

"More…" Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you.

Something in him snapped. He reached forward, grabbing a spare pillow and placing it beneath your hips before his grip on your waist tightened, his slow, measured thrusts turning rougher, deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you that had your whole body trembling, all whilst his hand pushed down, applying pressure on your lower tummy.

"Oh… fuck…" You gasped, clinging to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, feeling yourself unravel beneth him.

"That’s it," he groaned, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged. "You feel that? You’re taking me so fucking well, baby…"

You were a mess beneath him now, your body writhing, desperate for more, needing to cum, needing him to push you over the edge.

"I know, baby, I know…" His voice was strained, his pace faltering as he felt you tightening around him, a sign you were close. "I’m right there with you…"

His thumb found your clit again, circling it just right, and that was it. The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you so hard it had you sobbing his name.

Noah groaned deeply, burying his face against your neck as he followed right after you, his whole body tensing, his grip on you tightening as he spilled inside you. He knew it was safe, he knew you were on the pill, and he always used protection with everyone else, but he knew he wanted to feel you.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, slowly, he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple before rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms.

You curled into him, still catching your breath, your face tucked against his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles over your bare back.

"You okay? That wasn’t too much, was it?" He murmured, his voice softer now, still laced with the remnants of pleasure.

You shook your head sleepily, a small, blissful smile tugging at your lips.

"Mmm it was amazing… never felt better…"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Good… Y’know, I could stay like this forever."

And as you lay there in the quiet, tangled up in each other, you thought… maybe, just maybe, you could too.

Noah let you rest for a few moments, his arms wrapped securely around you, fingers still tracing slow, lazy circles over your back. But then, he shifted, pressing another kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly.

"C’mon, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. "We gotta get you up."

You groaned in protest, burrowing deeper against his chest.

"Nooo, too comfy…"

He chuckled, giving your hip a gentle squeeze.

"I know, baby, but we need to clean you up, and you need to pee."

Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head back to look at him.

"Pee?"

"Mhm," he nodded, sitting up and tugging you with him. "It’s important, don’t want you getting a uti."

You blinked at him sleepily, still too blissed out to fully process what he was saying, but you let him pull you to your feet anyway. Your legs wobbled slightly, and Noah steadied you with a smirk.

"Shit, you good?"

"Mmm…" You hummed, leaning against him. "Just… a little sore."

"Yeah? Guess I did a good job then." He smirked.

You swatted weakly at his chest, and he laughed, guiding you toward the bathroom.

Once inside, he sat you down on the toilet, crouching in front of you as he brushed some hair from your face.

"Go ahead, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up after."

You felt your face heat up, but when you hesitated, he gave you a reassuring look.

"It’s just me, sweetheart. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Taking a deep breath, you did as he said. He gave you your privacy, stepping back to run the water for your bath.

Once you were done, you let him guide you into the warm water, sighing as the heat soothed your sore muscles. Noah slid in behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you.

For a while, you just sat there, basking in the warmth, in the feel of him holding you. He washed your body, before pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his hands idly running over your arms, your stomach, your thighs. This wasn’t the first time you bathed together, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Sometimes the two of you just craved closeness, the warmth of another body.

You could stay here with him forever.

But then…

"Yo, Noah! You home?"

Matt’s voice echoed through the house, and you tensed slightly, eyes widening. Noah let out a small groan.

"Should we go down?" You asked, turning to look at him.

He shrugged.

"Might as well. He’s gonna come looking for me anyway."

Reluctantly, you let him help you out of the bath, your legs still a little shaky. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around you before drying himself off.

Once you were both dressed, Noah in a pair of sweats and you in his oversized shirt, you made your way downstairs, your body still sore but pleasantly so.

Matt was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge when he spotted you both. His eyes flicked between you and Noah, then to the shirt you were wearing, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me this is not what it looks like.”

"No, it's not." Noah chuckled, reaching around Matt and into the fridge for a couple water bottles, handing one over to you with a slight smirk.

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skulla-rxcks · 3 months ago

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Chasing release

Paring: Noah Sebastian solo

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: solo masturba!tion, shower j3rking off. Stressed noah.

! Just a Little drabble :)! Noah showers for a release after being stressed from work.

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Noah sighs, his hand travelling to his dick. He’s so needy, so worked up from performing all the time. He’s sitting down in the shower, hand wrapped around his hardened cock.

He’s so fucking stressed he needs release. The warm water is running down his back, and onto his thighs; adding to his arousal. Noah groans, moving his hips and thrusting his cock In and out of his hand, his glistening precum leaking out of his length. He needs to cum so badly, he needs to find a release for all of his stress; he’s gone too long without touching himself that it hurts almost, he’s been too busy.

His hips start to move upwards thrusting Into his hand, he’s so fucking pent up right now, his cock aching to cum. He leans against the cold tiled wall. whimpering as the hot water drips down onto his balls, making them tighten with need. God he really wants to cum. He trails his fingers on his tip, smearing his precum. He wraps his hand around himself again, thrusting his red hot needy tip into his hand before eventually bringing his hand down and up his entire dick.

“Fuck” His whole body convulses, he gasps loudly at how good it feels to fuck his hands into oblivion. It feels so fucking good, his body shakes slightly as he cums, hard. He finishes off by throwing his head back, moaning loudly as his ropes of release spray all over him. leaving him sitting there in pleasure.

#~skulla rxcks #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens smut #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah Sebastian Drabble

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skulla-rxcks · 3 months ago

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more best friend!noah because you guys seemed to love it (and i did too🤭) part one here !

mdni 18+ nsfw below cut

the rest of the night was a blur. you tried to act like nothing happened, and really the only person who seemed suspicious was jolly. he'd cast you glances every so often, eyes narrowing between you and noah. oh, and speaking of your best friend, he's planted right beside you, leg pressed against your own. halfway through he's got a hand on you, nails digging into the inner part of your thigh.

it was so fucking hard to focus, but you tried. you really did but it was so hard to not focus on the way his hand practically engulfed your thigh, fingers dancing along your skin. you almost missed one of your turns, one of your friends calling you out. you blink, then your face flushes. you feel like you're on fire when you rush out a "sorry", finally taking your turn. you feel noah shift beside you and then you feel his lips next to your ear. you shiver.

"having trouble focusing?"

"fuck you."

"i'm sure you'd like that."

your eyes widen and you whip your head around to stare at noah, gasping at just how close he was. your noses were almost touching, and his brown eyes were staring so deeply into yours that you felt yourself freeze. locked into place. what the fuck was in that drink? you've never felt this way about noah before (yes you have, but you denydenydeny) and for whatever reason tonight you're seeing your best friend in a new light.

his eyes flicker from your own down to your lips like he had done in the kitchen, then they drag back up. you swallow down the lump in your throat, captivated by him and his stare. the corner of his lips turned up into a grin.

"you would, wouldn't you?"

you don't say anything.

"oh for fuck sakes." jolly's voice breaks you out of whatever trance you were in and you blink over at him, but you feel noah's eyes still on you. "can you guys stop flirting for two seconds and pay attention to this damn game?"

everyone's looking at you, then at noah, and now they're finally catching up to... whatever is happening. the closeness between you two, noah's grip on your thigh, the flush of your cheeks and. alright. this is too much. you excuse yourself, apologizing for interrupting the game and let jolly know he can take your turn if he'd like before rushing upstairs.

that was so fucking embarrassing. everyone had to see that, right? everyone knows that there's... something going on, right? how could you ever explain this? noah was your best friend. that's what he's always been. sure there were times that you guys would flirt with each other, all friends do that (no they don't) but not once had it ever been... this. you go to the closest room and shut the door behind you, leaning back against it before looking around.

you're in noah's room. great. you take a deep breath and count to ten, try to ease your rapidly beating heart. you run a hand down your face and groan before walking over to his bed and flopping onto your back, staring at the ceiling. what the literal fuck was this night.

you don't move when you hear a knock at the door, already knowing it's probably either noah or maybe even jolly coming to apologize (he will in the morning). you pick your head up to see noah peeking in, eyeing you in his bed with a smirk.

"if this is all i had to do to get you in my bed, i would've done this a lot sooner."

you sit up, face flushing and you can't help but glare at him. you're tired of being teased by everyone - it was embarrassing. "fuck off."

his gaze softens as he finally comes into the room, shutting the door behind him before leaning against it. "...i'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. or if i went too far with..."

your mind goes back to the kitchen. your lips moving against his, his hands gripping your hips and rocking you into his thigh that's rooted between your legs and... whew. your face is hot when you finally look at noah, shaking your head.

"it's fine." there might be some alcohol still flowing through your veins giving you some type of liquid courage because your mouth is opening again to say, "i liked it."

noah stills. "...you liked it?"

oh. well shit. you said that. you definitely said that. alright. you nod instead of answering.

"i liked it, too." his eyes darken again like they had in the kitchen and you suck in a breath when you watch him walk over to you. you're still sitting on the bed so you really have to look up at him, watching him stop just right in front of you. "a lot more than i probably should have."

"same." you say it so quietly it's almost like a whisper and your fucking hands shake when he reaches down, hand sliding under your chin like he had done before, tilting your head up more. he was looking directly at you, deep brown eyes so captivating you could barely look away and the only thing running through your mind was how much you wanted to kiss him. again.

he must be thinking the same thing because his eyes drop to your mouth, thumb dragging across your bottom lip, "i think i'd like to do it again. if that's okay with you."

your heart is pounding so hard against your chest you're sure he can fucking hear it. "i um. i think." you stutter out. he sits down next to you, hand still against your face.

"we don't have to. you can tell me no and i'll leave you alone. you can take the room and i'll sleep on the couch. we'll act like this never happened." he takes a moment to drag his thumb against your bottom lip again and your lips part almost subconsciously, eyes flickering back to yours. “unless…”

"...i don't want that." you finally say. he raises a brow. "i... don't want to act like this never happened. i want you to kiss me. please."

and that's all he needed before he's surging forward, hand cupping your cheek as his lips pressed against yours for the second time that night. it's messier, needier, and you find yourself with your back pressed against noah's bed, and said man is settling himself between your legs, lips moving against yours. you feel him press his hips down against your own and you don't hold back, arching up into him as you whimper. your skirt had rode up at some point, so the only thing between you two where his jeans and your underwear, and you felt fucking everything.

his touch was electrifying, long fingers hooking into your waistband. he pulls back briefly to stare at you, the unspoken words lingering in the air. is this okay? you nod before pulling his lips back down to yours, lifting your hips off the bed to make it easier for him to remove. his lips eventually leave yours again, much to your dismay, but they trail down your body and before you know it he's... the first swipe of his tongue has your eyes springing open, hands flying down to curl in his hair. "oh fuck-" you choke on your words at another swipe, and then his lips are circling around your clit, and you feel a finger prodding at your entrance.

you've heard the stories. from other people. from noah himself. you can't lie and say you never thought about it because you never thought this would be happening. you lift your head for just a moment, looking down at him to make sure that yep. this was real. noah's face was buried between your thighs and at that exact moment his gaze flicked to yours, eyes locking. your mouth drops, lewd noises escaping you as your head fell back again as he slid another finger in.

the stories were definitely fucking true.

"fuck, noah-"

"so fucking good." you hear him groan, turning his head to press a few open mouthed kisses against your inner thigh. "so fucking... god, why haven't we done this before?" you laugh, loud and breathless before it turns into a moan, feeling him nip at your inner thigh as he worked you with his fingers. "you gonna come?"

you nod, fingers tightening in his hair, the heat in the pit of your stomach rising as you whine out, "yeah." he dives back in after that, mouth on you like a fucking starved man. it doesn't take long until you're pushed over the edge, gripping his hair and gasping out his name. your body shakes at the feeling of him groaning against you, fingers working you through your high, and when it becomes too much you do your best to push him away. he chuckles, turning his head to kiss your thigh again before pulling away completely.

he sits up between your still shaking legs and you watch him with hooded eyes - face wet and a proud grin. you don't know what comes over you, whether it was still the alcohol (you haven't had a single drink in almost two hours) mixed with the endorphins of your high, but you're grasping at him, pulling him back down to you to smash your lips together. then it's a belt buckle coming undone, your shirt being thrown across the room, his hoodie being tossed next to you. you're both so eager that he barely gets his jeans and boxers down his thighs, just enough to pull his cock out, give himself a few pumps, and then.

you've completely forgotten that you weren't the only people in this house, gasping out his name as he slowly slides in. it burned but fuck, did it burn so good. the stretch. the fucking drag of his cock had you feeling dizzy, and you think it did the same to him because he pressed his face against your neck, whimpering out, "oh fuck."

it was quick after that. you were already sensitive, overstimulated by the drag of his cock and he was... so fucking worked up, he swore he could've came right then and there the second he slipped in. skin smacking against skin, loud desperate noises shared between the two of you, it wasn't a surprise that it didn't last long, especially when he sits up just enough to slide a hand between your bodies, those skilled fingers of his pressing against your sensitive clit and then.

"noahnoahnoah-" you chant his name like a fucking prayer, squeezing your eyes shut as you clench around him, your second orgasm hitting you like a fucking train. he's following soon after, pulling out just in time and wrapping a hand around himself and giving a few pumps until he's spilling over your stomach.

it's quiet after that, only sound was your shared heavy panted breaths. it takes you a moment to come back to, eyes fluttering open to find him staring at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. you find yourself smiling back, cheeks flushing with color when he dips down, brushing his lips against yours before mumbling about how he'll get something to clean up, and some new clothes.

and when he slips out of his room to the bathroom across the hall, you stare at the ceiling with wide eyes and a new sense of clarity.

what the hell did you just do?

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skulla-rxcks · 3 months ago

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a quick 20 minutes sketch (?) to help with the brain rot

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skulla-rxcks · 4 months ago

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hi !! this is so exciting this is my first time requesting from you and i LOVED your frank morrison fanfic and i simply need more. would you perchance be interested in writing something where he gets paired in a match with you (already established relationship or what not) and by the time he’s killed everyone and hatch is left for you he takes you to shack and stuff gets heated. take your time getting to this i love your work. have a great day!! <3 // -🥥

Yes Ofc!! Wdym by battle tho could u go into more detail :)

#~skulla rxcks

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hiii i love your writing sm!! just wanted to ask if i could be added to your tag list whenever you post for frank morrison. thank you and i hope you have a great day!! <333

Ofc!! TYSM 😋

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skulla-rxcks · 4 months ago

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Taglist?

U asked anonymously so send me a message :))

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skulla-rxcks · 5 months ago

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BAD OMENS

🔥Smut

💗Fluff

🕊️DDNE

Noah - No doubts, all love 🔥💗

Noah solo - chasing Release 🔥

Nicholas - Waiting for me? 🔥

Jolly - just like your guitar🔥

Noah - confession 🔥

Noah - messy 🔥

#~skulla rxcks #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens smut

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skulla-rxcks · 5 months ago

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No doubts, all love

Paring: Noah Sebastian X fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: unprotected, P in V, cr3ampie, wholesome s3x. Oral (fem rec), praise

Word count: 1.2k

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

It’s been 4 months since I’ve seen Noah. 4 months that he’s been on tour; it somehow feels like an eternity.

I miss the way he kisses me, the way he feels inside me and his hugs. I feel lost without his comfort, it’s been way too long. I’ve stayed up all night, I’m almost exhausted of waiting. I feel my eyes slowly start to flutter shut, I’ve stayed up tonight wanting to welcome him when he runs through the door, holding and greeting him with my warm arms; pulling him into a hug. A few hours have pasted since he told me that he’d be home, I haven’t heard from him since, maybe his phone died? I let out a sigh and get under my blankets. But then I hear the door open. I’m too tired to greet him at the door like I was planning to; I’m absolutely drained of my energy.

“You in here..?” I hear him say.

“Mhm. I was up waiting..”.

“Fuck. Sorry Angel. Want me to make it up to you or are you too tired?” I nod at his words, please. God. I Need him. I begin stripping desperately, needy. “Noah please..” I cry out, now laying down fully nude before him. “Need you..” a whimper escapes my lips as I reach out to him, shakily unbuttoning his pants and slipping them and his boxers down. “You have me, baby.” He smiles as he takes his shirt off; lifting it up over his head. Both of us are completely bare, admiring each other, our eyes giving the sign of lustfulness.

Noah gets on top of me, kissing my lips softly before entering his tongue into my mouth, our tongues twisting and tasting each other. “Mmgh.. n-Noah..” I moan, opening my legs waiting for him to enter me. “Not yet, patience.” He chuckles, moving down and putting his head between my legs. He starts sucking and licking on my clit, entering two fingers inside of me to stretch me out. “Fuck!” I cry out, my head falling against the pillows as I experience the pleasure and pure bliss. “Shh.. just enjoy.. I missed this, missed your pussy.” He whispers; the words vibrating off my cunt.

“NOAH please! I need you!” I beg, moving his head up and forcing it against my lips, kissing him deeply. “I know you do. Patience.. your cunt is twitching..” he chuckles going back to my pussy; he enters two fingers inside of me finding my special spot almost immediately, he sucks on my clitorus roughly and sloppily. “Fuck.. Noah~” I moan.. “shh..” he shushes me, thrusting his fingers in me sloppily. “I need you. I need your dick please.” I cry out, I’ve never needed him this badly before it’s insane. “Be patient and let me taste you. You’ll get me soon honey.” I nod, whimpering as he thrusts his fingers deeper into me.

“You’re so tight, it’s been so long, too long”.

“Mhm,, I missed you so much Noah..” I sigh, pushing his face deeper into my cunt; my fingers twirling in his hair. “Fuck I missed this taste, missed you.” He mumbles, vigorously licking my clit, scraping his teeth against it slightly. “Gonna make you cum so many times tonight baby.” “Please.. I Need it so badly holy fuck..” i moan out. He proceeds to thrust his fingers deeper into me, stretching me out making sure I’m ready for what’s to come; his dick.

Fuck, his fingers feel so good I missed him so fucking much. I feel myself getting closer and closer to release. “You close?” I nod “mhm,, keep doing that..” he chuckles in response to me, his fingers now pressing against my g spot even more, “you can do it baby, cum on my fingers.” He encourages me. I feel myself final reach my orgasm, cumming all over his fingers, moaning his name as I do so. “Good girl” Noah praises, taking his fingers out of me and licking my release off of them. “You tasted so good.”

“Can I have you now?” I pout, reaching for his boxers. “Sure baby, you’ve been a good girl.”

“Thank you..” I smile, watching as he pulls his boxers off. “Shirt off too.. I wanna see all of you.” I say, tugging on his shirt and helping him pull it over his head watching him stand fully naked before me, he reaches over to the draws next to us and pulls out a condom, I stop him. “No, I want you raw. Please?” I look at him innocently. “But we’ve never done it raw so-“

“I know I just.. need to feel you, need you to breed me, please?” I beg, pouting as I look at him. “Alright, you’re still on the pill, yeah?” I nod, confirming that I am, wanting this even though there’s still a risk. “Okay baby, if you say so.” He smiles. Walking back to me and positioning himself at my hole. Pushing slowly inside my pussy. “Fuck you feel so good raw.. shit..” Noah groans, now fully sheathed inside me.

“I missed you so much holy fuck.” I cry out in pain and pleasure as he begins to thrust inside of me, feeling him bare against my walls, hitting my cervix. Fuck the feeling is unreal! I pull his face to mine and kiss him, our tongues tangling sloppily. “I love you so much..” he says into the kiss, fucking me slow and gentle. “You look so pretty getting railed by me~”

I moan, hugging him tightly as he pounds me. “Fucking gorgeous..” he murmurs, pulling way from the kiss and kissing down my neck, sucking on the skin there; giving me hickeys, marking me so everyone knows I’m his. His hips move faster, pressing against my body as he continues to fuck me. “Oh fuck! So good..” I moan out. The sensation of him fucking me and marking me at the same time being unreal. “Your moans are so pretty.. so fucking hot being in you raw.”

“Noah please.. fuck~” I cry, my hands trailing down to his back, pushing him closer against my body; our bare bodies filling the room with noises of slapping skin and the smell of sex. “Please what baby?” He asks, continuing to nipple on my neck, sending vibrations of pleasure throughout my body. “Please, more.. need you more.” My voice is mixed with my whimpers as he rails me. “So needy~” he teases before moving faster, his cock hitting my cervix with every thrust, being as deep as he can go, making me moan and making my body clingy and needier just for him.

“Fuck such a good girl for me..” he praises me again. “I’m getting close Angel, you sure you want me to fill you up? Want me to breed you full?” He chuckles, making sure I’m certain about what I want. “Please Noah.. I Need you, need your cum, need all of you..” i feel myself getting tighter around him, our climaxes both approaching at the same time. “Gonna fill you up nice and good baby.” He groans, picking up his pace. “Please~” I cry out, feeling him final cum, filling me up, making me whimper at the feeling of it. “Fuck.. Noah..” I sigh, bringing his face to mine and kissing him deeply. “I love you.” He says, kissing me as he finally finishes filling me up. “I love you more.”

#~skulla rxcks #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fic #bad omens smut

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skulla-rxcks · 6 months ago

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When I wake up next to you, I wonder how.

(Includes threesome, unprotected sex, slut shaming and slight voyeurism...just letting you know what you’re in for here)

How did you end up here?

Tied to your bed, spread open for two gorgeous men in front of you. Not that you were complaining.

Oliver moved to lay besides you, his fingers trailing up from your hip bone to the valley between your breasts, warping his hand lightly around your neck. He looked up to the man still standing in front of the two of you.

“Look how pretty she looks all tied up for us, Noah.”

Noah’s lips pulled up into a smirk, one that Oliver reflected right back.

“She really does, doesn’t she? Our pretty, little slut.”

It was Noah’s turn to move, settling down between your legs. He placed a single kiss on your inner thigh, before moving up to kiss the path Oliver had traced. You let out a low moan, trying to be as quiet as you could manage to be. Oliver tutted at your lack of loudness, letting go of your neck and leaning down to let his teeth graze against your already hardened nipple.

How did you end up here?

You knew exactly how. Noah was a kinky little shit (not that you weren’t, but you couldn’t be caught dead admitting that to him). And he had coaxed this fantasy of yours out of your own mouth on one odd night when you had a little too much to drink, not bothering to share that he, in fact, had very similar fantasies. He hadn’t mentioned anything to you about it after that night though, and you had almost forgotten about having told him until he had brought it up last week. He told you how he couldn’t stop thinking about it, asked you if you were still up for it and that if you were he would ask Oliver right away.

You agreed. Of course you agreed.

Oliver had come over in the evening, bringing a bottle of wine along with him, knowing you would all need a little push to get things going. The bottle of wine was almost gone when Noah had asked you to get on Oliver’s lap, which you had proceeded to do with crimson cheeks. Oliver had welcomed you with open arms, literally, and a cheeky smile on his lips.

His hands had rested on your hips, and when the two of you heard Noah asking you to kiss Oliver, he had cocked an eyebrow up at you, daring you to follow through. Your insides were squirming with nervousness, but you refused to let Oliver see that. You leaned down, placing a quick kiss on his lips, and retreated back with a light bite on his lower lip.

Things soon turned a lot more eager and Oliver’s hand secured you on his lap as he reached up to kiss you, his teeth grazing your lips, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours. All while Noah sat watching, his jeans tight with need. When he finally joined the two of you, Oliver let go of your lips, and focused on making you grind down on his cock

Noah’s kisses felt like home, the roughness of his movements and the softness of his lips were all familiar, and yet still just as intoxicating.

When they had asked you if they could tie you up, you weren’t startled in the least. You were used to this, Noah loved restraining you, limiting your movements so you were at his mercy. And hence, you weren’t expecting it to be an easy night. It was safe to say you were expecting to be teased, but this was something else.

Noah was playing dirty. He was not only using every trick he knew drove you insane, but he was also sharing it with Oliver.

Oliver’s sharp teeth digging into the soft flesh of your breast drew you away from your thoughts. You knew something was wrong, you couldn’t feel Noah anywhere on you and so you looked down at where he was supposed to be, only to find him looking at Oliver.

“Come join me whenever you're ready,” Noah said to him, receiving a single nod from Oliver in response.

With that, Noah’s teeth grazed your inner thigh, biting them before he licked a slow stripe up your core. You let a moan slip out, despite your best efforts to not let them hear you so easily, which seemed to spur them both on. Noah busied himself with teasing you, his tongue never applying the right amount of pressure while Oliver slowly made his way down your body.

“You wanna give me a taste?” Oliver whispered, making Noah’s eyes trail up to Oliver, his tongue teasing your entrance. Noah leaned up, angling his face to the right, leaving you confused. If Oliver wanted a taste, why wasn’t Noah making room?

Your eyes widened a second later when you watched Oliver leaning down towards Noah, their faces inches apart. Noah closed the distance between them, capturing Oliver’s lips, softly at first. Oliver left his hand to grab a hold of Noah’s neck, the kiss becoming more feverish as the moments passed. Oliver’s tongue explored Noah’s mouth, moaning as he tasted you on Noah. The sight alone was enough to make you crave more.

You let out a whine as Oliver tightened his grip around Noah’s neck, feeling forgotten. Noah broke the kiss, only for a second to smirk at you, before his finger tips were grazing your clit and he began kissing Oliver once again. Seeing them kiss was unexpected, but what was even more shocking was the dynamic between them; Oliver seemed forceful with Noah, biting his lips when he deemed fit, his hand keeping Noah’s head in place while Noah was much more relaxed. His fingers were leisurely stroking your clit, feeling you writhing up against him, looking for more friction.

Oliver broke the kiss, panting against Noah before he leaned down and grazed his teeth against Noah’s neck before lightly biting down.

“Take over for me” Noah told him, his voice strained with pleasure and pain. Oliver didn’t let up until he saw a small red mark forming on Noah’s neck, all while you watched in awe.

Noah climbed up your body, his knees on either side of your body, fingers quickly undoing the bindings on your wrists. You could feel Oliver settling down where Noah had been before, the anticipation of feeling Oliver’s tongue already making you impatient.

Oliver grazed his teeth against the soft skin of your thigh, making your eyes widen a little in shock, before he placed a kiss right on your clit. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, hands coming up to clutch Noah’s thighs right in front of you. Oliver gave you kitten licks, Noah simply watching your face couture in pleasure.

You heard the unmistaken sound of Noah unzipping his jeans, forcing your eyes open to see that he had already pulled his cock out and was stroking himself inches from your face. You looked up at him, giving him the most innocent look you could muster, before sticking your tongue out. Noah huffed out a laugh at your antics.

“What do you want, baby? You better speak up”

You stared at him for a second, mulling over your words, deciding to just be straight forward.

“I want to suck your cock,” you stated, before adding “please”.

Noah smiled at you, scooting forward while Oliver rewarded you for your good manners by finally laying his tongue flat across your slit and giving you a firm lick.

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for Noah. You knew how much he liked to watch you this needy for his cock, and you were more than happy to put on a show for him. He smirked down at you, letting his cock rest on your tongue before you closed your lips around the head.

Oliver busied himself teasing you as much as he possibly could. He licked and kissed you everywhere except where you wanted his lips to be the most. He could feel your hips moving in impatience, to which he responded by holding you down to the bed and finally letting you feel his tongue on your clit again. Noah pushed his hips forward, slowly inching further inside your mouth, savoring the warm heat. He pushed further, before he stilled completely. He winked at you as he gathered your hair in a makeshift pony and you knew that it meant that he was giving you a chance to breathe before he started to really fuck your mouth like he wanted to.

Oliver, on the other hand, seemed to be hell bent on making it difficult for you to not moan out in pleasure. Where he was teasing you before, now he wasn’t holding anything back. You felt his finger teasing your entrance as he lightly grazed his teeth on your sensitive flesh. He slowly dipped a single finger inside your core before he let another one join. He was curling his fingers at the perfect time, not letting up from your clit either.

Noah wasn’t helping your situation one bit; he was lost in his pleasure, especially when Oliver would make you hum around him as he tried to make you gag on his cock. You had once asked Noah why he liked to see you gagging on his cock and his simple reply had been ‘it gives me a power trip’. In more ways than not, you found this power trip Noah got through you hot. But the only thing you hadn’t imagined was this right here…trying to keep yourself from gagging while you were being pleasured by another man.

You were, however, surprised when Noah pulled away from you. He usually liked to keep going until you gave up, but tonight was different. He got off the bed, walking towards the other side of your bedroom where a chair was kept. He took a seat, getting comfortable, all as you watched in confusion.

It wasn’t until Oliver made his way up your body that you began to grasp just why Noah had stopped. Oliver’s fingers were still moving inside you, but as his tongue left your bundle of nerves, his thumb replaced it. His other hand grabbed your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It was teeth and raw desire. His fingers slipped out of you, traces of your neediness evident on his fingers. He spread the wetness along the length of your labia, leaving you dirty and even wetter, before he returned to your clit once again.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Oliver asked. You nodded as soon as you heard his question, you were beyond turned on at this point, any more teasing and you would lose your mind.

“Then go over to Noah and beg him for it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Oliver wanted you to ask Noah for permission to get fucked by him.

You stood up on shaky legs, making your way to Noah who patted his thigh as an indication that he wanted you to sit on them.

“ Noah..” you said, straddling his thighs as his hands caressed your Ass.

“Yes baby?”

Your heart thumped in your chest. Saying it out loud was embarrassing, but you wouldn’t help but be turned on by it.

“Did you have something to say?” Noah asked, feigning innocence.

“I-uh…please” you started to say, your eyes looking down at his lap, but you failed to put your words together in a coherent sentence.

“You know this turns us on, right?” Noah asked, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Making you ask me for permission to let another man fuck you… seeing you giving into our depraved thoughts, humiliating yourself for us… all of this turns us on.”

Noah moved you so you were sitting on his lap, facing Oliver on the other side of the room before prying your legs wide open. His hand rubbed slow circles on your clit, clouding your mind further. Your eyes were closed, head resting on Noah’s shoulders, slowly rutting against Noah’s fingers and hoping for more friction than what he was giving you.

“ Noah, please…”

“That’s not what I want to hear,” he said, his voice stern.

“Please let Oliver fuck me.”

You thought this would do the trick, that he would say yes. After all, all three of you wanted this.

“Why should I?”

Your eyes shot open at his answer, immediately finding Oliver’s. He was smirking at you, an indication that this was all a part of their game.

“ Noah, please,” you begged once again, this time holding Oliver’s gaze. “I need Oliver so bad.”

“Do you really?” Noah asked behind you.

“Yes! Please, Noah. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me.”

“Well, if that’s the case…” Noah said, motioning with a finger towards Oliver. “I’ll let him.”

Oliver walked towards the chair where you and Noah were seated, his hands quickly undoing his belt and dropping it on the floor. When he stopped in front of the two of you, he undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs along with his boxers.

Oliver’s cock was red with need, leaking pre-cum, and you wanted to lean forward and swipe your tongue across his slit, but you were far more desperate to have him inside you than you were to taste him.

You thought Noah would let you up, but his hands only spread your legs further. For a moment you were confused, but then it dawned on you. Noah wanted to watch while Oliver fucked you, and what better view than the one he had right now.

Noah’s hands went to your breasts while Oliver kneeled in front of the chair, taking a hold of his cock and teasing your entrance.

“Please…” you whimpered, close to tears from the teasing.

He pushed inside, so slowly that you could feel the stretch of his cock in every cell of your body. He watched as your took him in and your head fell back onto Noah’s shoulders once again. When his cock was fully buried inside you, Oliver let out a small ragged breath, your tightness around him almost too much to bear.

Noah’s teeth nipped at your ears, causing you to turn your head and look at him.

“How does he feel inside you, baby?” he asked, and despite the current situation your cheeks flushed.

Noah was looking at you expectantly, but you were, once again, at a loss for words. When you didn’t answer straight away, Noah brought one hand back to tease your clit, making you whine out loud and tighten around Oliver, who in turned groaned and gripped your skin tighter.

“Look.” Noah said lightly tapping his hand on your clit, and your eyes traveled down to where Oliver and you were connected.

“How does he feel inside you?”he asked again.

This time, you didn’t have to think about an answer; the pleasure putting you in a trance.

“So full…” you whispered, and you watched as Oliver pulled out as slowly as he had entered you.

Once only the tip of his cock was resting inside you, he pushed back in, fast and hard, shaking both you and Noah with the force.

Your back arched in pleasure. Oliver maintained the same bruising grip on your thigh as he pulled out once again and thrust back in as just hard as before. A whine left your lips, only spurring Oliver on. He maintained a brutal pace; just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, but not fast enough to get you to your end. You noticed how Noah had stopped playing with your clit as soon as you had answered, confirming your doubt that they wanted you to really feel the edge and wanted you to drown in it.

“Choke her,” said the man behind you. If you weren’t in your current situation, you would kick him. He knew it was something you liked and he knew it was something Oliver like too. It was almost as if Noah was the one controlling both of you, without lifting a single finger and without a single action of his own.

Oliver’s hand automatically left your thigh, wrapping around your neck. His palm was tense, applying the least amount of pressure. It left you frustrated and wanting more; if they weren’t going to let you cum then at least they could choke you properly.

Before you could process your thought, you were already blurting out “More”.

Oliver looked away from your face, up at Noah who just seemed to nod at him.

“You heard her.” was all he said and then you felt Oliver’s hand tightening around your neck.

His eyes didn’t leave yours, daring you to look at him while you felt him. He knew that you could feel him everywhere at this point, not just his hand around your neck or his cock inside you. You could feel him in the blood coursing through your veins.

As his grip tightened more, you felt Noah’s hand creeping back down, grazing over your clit.

“You love this, don’t you, baby? Getting fucked by Oliver while he chokes you?” Noah whispered in your eyes, making you tighten around Oliver, who groaned at the feeling. At least you weren’t the only one who was being denied their pleasure, and there was some solace in that.

But Noah had no intention of stopping.

“I wonder what it is about this that turns you on.” he began, his fingers now rubbing slow but firm circles on your clit.

“Is it just the fact that Oliver’s fucking you? Or is it the fact that you are a little slut who is being fucked by her boyfriend’s best friend while she is on her boyfriend’s lap?”

You could feel yourself getting closer, his words spurring you on. You knew both of them could feel you grinding against Noah’s fingers, lost in your own pleasure.

“Which one is it?” He paused. “I wonder if it's having both of us to yourself.”

You choked out a broken moan, head falling back on Noah’s shoulders, grinding yourself harder on his fingers even when his other hand tried to keep you in place. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping if you could just concentrate on what they were giving you maybe you could somehow fall over the edge.

“You want to cum on his cock?” Noah asked and your eyes shot open; nodding, even with Oliver’s hand still wrapped tightly around your neck.

.You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to say, “Please.”

“You hear that desperation, Oliver?” Noah taunted. “Look how badly she wants to cum on your cock, look how desperate and wet she is for you-”

Oliver’s grip on your neck loosened a little, making you open your eyes to look at him. The sight before you spurred you on further, if it was even possible at this point. Oliver’s eyes were trained on Noah’s; pupils blown wide with desire and his rosy, plump lips slightly ajar.

“Don’t you want her to cum on your cock, Oliverie? Don’t you want to feel how fucking tight she gets when she cums? And how sensitive she gets afterwards?”

Oliver nodded, hanging onto every word your boyfriend said, not so unlike yourself.

“Or… do you want to stop and see her writhing in the denial? Do you want to see how far you can push her before she breaks?”

No sooner had Noah said it, Oliver was pulling out of you before practically swatting Noah’s hand away from your clit. He hadn’t given you a chance to so much as react and you couldn’t believe how frustrated you were feeling. You could distinctly hear yourself whining loudly, but the voice seemed foreign to you. The feeling of being denied an orgasm when you were so close had left you reeling.

“Get up and get on the bed.” Oliver said to you.

“I don’t think she can really get up on her own right now.” Noah half joked while you on the other hand fully agreed with him.

“No, I want to see her making the effort.”

You did the best you could to narrow your eyes at Oliver, muttering “sadist” to him while you stood up from Noah’s lap to stand on shaky legs. Oliver smirked at you, enjoying that you called him a sadist. You wobbled over to the bed, thankful when you climbed on it and didn't have to worry about your legs giving out on you.

Oliver gestured for Noah to get up too before dragging the chair that Noah was previously sitting in near the bed. When he was satisfied with the placement of the chair, he looked to Noah.

“I want to watch you fuck her. But don’t make her cum yet.” he smirked, and Noah being Noah was happy to torture you, as was evident from the expression on his face.

Noah started getting rid of his pants, and Oliver turned to you.

“And you, I think its about time we have that Japanese lesson I promised you.”

Your eyes widened, dreading what he was about to put you through. Of all the times to learn Japanese, you didn’t think this was one bit appropriate. But were you going to say that to him? Not a chance in the world, not when your orgasms rested in his hands.

You relaxed onto the bed, you figured you might as well while you had the chance. It didn’t last much longer though, Noah was quick to situation himself between your legs, eager to have his share of fun with you.

“Don’t do anything till I say so.” Oliver said to Noah as he got comfortable in the chair besides the both of you.

“Let’s teach you something basic,” he continued, turning to you. “Let’s say…counting from 1 to 10. Easy enough, right?”

You would be fooled by that because how difficult would it be to learn counting, but you knew better. They were going to make it impossible for you to retain anything.

“One is ichi, two is ni, and three is san,” Oliver began. “You’re with me so far?”

You nodded, mind wandering to the man who was between your legs instead of the one trying to teach you Japanese counting at an extremely unfortunate time.

“If you can repeat it for me, I’ll let Noah fuck you.”

You could almost smell the trap in his words, knowing it had a catch somewhere that he wouldn’t let you in on until it was too late. But Noah was right there and you wanted him too badly.

“Ichi, ni, san…” you repeated.

Oliver nodded to Noah, and you felt the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.

“Say please, baby.” Noah smirked down at you.

“Please”

With that, Noah pushed inside you, slow and steady. His hands held both of your legs apart, watching himself disappear inside of you; he could swear it was his favourite thing to watch tied with watching you choke on his cock.

Your senses were back to being as heightened as they had been a few moments ago when Oliver was fucking you which was always a great feeling, but unfortunately for you, it dulled you down in every other way possible. And Oliver would be damned if he didn’t take full advantage of it.

“Yon, go, roku,” you heard Oliver say.

“Yon, go roku,” you repeated after him.

“Say all of it.”

Your scrambled to remember what the first three numbers were called. If you weren’t in your current position, you were sure you could do a much better job at remembering. But how could you get your memory to function when all you could feel was the delicious friction of Noah’s cock moving inside you?

Oliver watched you squirm under Noah as you tried to remember what he had said before, noticing how Noah slowed down to give you a better incentive to answer correctly.

“Ichi…Ni…” you began, pausing to remember what came next. You were using every bit of your will power to not scream in frustration. Noah had slowed down considerably, and all you wanted was to move your hips, to give yourself the friction if he wasn’t going to give it to you. But he still had your thighs spread open and pinned, leaving you with no option but to answer Oliver if you wanted more.

“San!” you squealed, the word suddenly coming back to you, before continuing, “Yon, go, roku.”

“Good girl” Noah said you, rewarding you with a particularly hard thrust.

His thumb brushed your clit ever so lightly, trying to see how far he could push you.

“You won’t cum until we say so, right?” he questioned. His tone didn’t leave much scope for you to deny it at all.

You shook your head, trying to repeat the numbers in your head. You knew it would come back to haunt you soon, and you didn’t want Noah to stop.

“Nana, hachi, kyuu,” Oliver stated.

“Nana, hachi, kyuu,” you repeated after him, your voice barely a whisper. You turned your head slightly to look at Oliver and found him watching your intently. He was stroking himself, jaw clenched tightly and his eyes as dark as the midnight sky. The sight was deliciously erotic. When he saw you looking at him so intently, he cleared his throat, making you look up at him.

“You know what to do” he said.

He was right, you did know. He wanted you to count again, wanted you to show him that you remembered what he had just taught you.

“Ichi..ni..san…yon….”

You tried so hard to remember what came next, but it was a damn miracle that you even managed to get this far with Noah’s hands wandering up to your breasts to give a sharp tug to your nipples while you were speaking.

Oliver waited patiently for you to give up. He wasn’t going to say a word or taunt you to give up until you did so on your own. There was just way too much satisfaction in you giving up on your own, knowing that there will be consequences but doing so nonetheless. If he just gave you a way out, he would miss out on the internal fight you were having while being in the pleasure you were in. He watched you closely, noticing how your brows furrowed even more, trying to remember, trying to not give up.

But Oliver knew that the task he gave you was impossible to begin with, and he just had to wait a few more moments before you gave up.

“I can’t… Oliver I can’t…” you finally whispered.

Oliver smirked at you, “Shame….I was going to let you cum on his cock but…”

As he trailed off, you felt Noah withdraw from you. You whined out loudly, squeezing your legs shut and curling up, not believing that they were leaving you high and dry yet again.

“Please… I can’t do this anymore… I need to cum, please, oh god, I need it…” you rambled on, hoping at least one of the them would listen to you.

“Shotgun” you hear Oliver call out, not really understanding what he meant until he was tugging at your feet for you to open them up again.

You opened your eyes first, trying to judge if he was playing yet another game with you and would ultimately leave you hanging in the end. His face was so painfully neutral, but it wasn’t like you had much of an option here. You didn’t just want to get off, you wanted them to get you off.

Oliver dragged your towards him, making you yelp out in surprise.

“Turn around and get on all fours for me”

You turned around on shaky limbs, finding Noah getting comfortable in front of you. He was leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread open, giving you a delicious view. You got on all fours, jutting your hips out towards Oliver, just aching to be filled.

He entered you with a hard thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. You ducked your head downwards as Oliver continued his ministrations, you were beginning to think he would’ve liked you to be hurting just a tad bit along with feeling the pleasure he was giving you.

Oliver took a fistful of hair, tugging at them until your scalp burned with the addicting pain and then pulled your head upwards.

“Watch him” he moaned in your ears.

You peeled your eyes open to find Noah stroking his cock with one hand while the other cupped his balls. His eyes were intense, watching Oliver have his way with you.

“You love this, don’t you?” Oliver hissed. “Watching him jerk off to you being fucked by his best friend?”

You were so spurred on, so on the edge that you had no shame in moaning out at his words.

“Yeah, you fucking love this, you little minx. I can feel how tight its making your pussy just to hear me say it out loud”

If you thought Noah’s mouth was dirty, Oliver was close to out-doing him.

“I’m so close… please…” you begged to no one in particular. You weren’t even sure that one person was calling the shots amongst them anymore.

Noah was the first to speak out.

“Let go, you little slut. But I want to see his cum leaking out of your pussy, so you better make sure of it”

Upon hearing this, Oliver picked up his pace, evidently Noah’s words affected him as much as they had affected you. He groans filled your ears as he let go of your hair to get a better grip on your waist. He brought his other hand between your thighs, rubbing messy figures on your clit to help you get closer. You were all but a moaning mess, tightening around Oliver even more when you felt his fingers.

“Come on, cum on my cock,” he whispered, his voice so deep it sent shivers down your spine. And that was all you needed to spiral down. You clamped on him, seeing starts beneath your tightly closed eyes, spasming over and over until you felt a warm sensation inside you. Oliver bucked his hips a few more times, trying to ride out your highs. He then leaned forward to place a kiss on the nape of your neck, still grinding his cock slowly inside you.

You could feel his cum inside you when he moved, the sensation oddly pleasurable. You allowed your thoughts to drift off for a bit, only concentrating on what you were until. That is, until you felt Noah moving on the bed. At this, Oliver slowly pulled out; and you could only guess that Noah’s eyes were trained to the spot between your thighs. You could feel the wetness escaping once Oliver left you, cascading down your inner thighs.

Noah leaned in close to you, “Lie down on your back for me”

You did as you were told, ungracefully plopping down on your back. You let Noah pry your legs open, his fingers nimbly playing with your clit as you whined. You could vaguely see Oliver slumping down on the chair besides the bed, still catching his breath.

“I didn’t get my fair share of you, baby” he cooed, and you simply responded with letting your foot gently touch his cock, hard and leaking with need.

He smirked looking down at the action, taking your foot in his hand and moving it sideways as he moved between your thighs.

“God, you look so messy,” he muttered, his fingers still using your arousal mixed with Oliver’s cum to touch your clit and get you ready for him.

You were already squirming at the actions. Noah knew how sensitive your became after your first orgasm, especially if you had been teased this long. He knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum again and really, after all this time edging himself all he wanted to do was fall off the edge and take you with him.

When you felt his cock teasing your entrance, you moved your hips, impatient to feel him. What you didn’t realise is to still feel that wet when he entered you. You could feel the pressure increasing in his already bruising grip on your thighs as he buried himself to the hilt.

“How the fuck do you feel so good?” In response you simply captured his lips in a heat kiss, not trusting your brain to form any coherent sentences at the moment.

Noah started moving, his teeth biting your neck and your nails scraping down his back. It felt sinfully good, even after you had Oliver. Your body was responding to Noah and his meticulously controlled pace.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hot you looked getting fucked back then. Maybe I should just let him fuck you again, you would love that wouldn’t you? Bet he could make you beg for it again” he sneered.

You were sure this was heaven, that this was one of those nights you wouldn’t ever forget, that wouldn’t fail to turn you on for years to come.

“Yes, fuck, I would love it so fucking much.”

You were shaking, mind numbingly close to your orgasm. Noah could feel your thighs quivering and just how tight you were getting around him.

“Such a pretty little girl, full of my cock and begging to cum already.”

His words spurred you on, your hands automatically moving to your clit, rubbing quick circles. Noah was far too gone to care that you were doing this without his permission, but at least this, both of you were chasing the high.

He came with a shout of your name, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, making you feel his cum leaking inside you. You came a second later, clamping tighter around him, making him groan at his own oversensitivity. If you were seeing stars the first time you came, this was like free fall.

Noah clung to you, his head resting just below your breasts. You managed to move a hand to run through his hair while both of you took deep breaths trying to calm down while Noah placed open mouthed kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach without moving his head too much.

“Ah, aren’t you two just the cutest” Oliver chuckled.

He was standing near your bathroom door, jeans hanging low on his waist. You smiled at him, which he mirrored back.

“I ran you two lovebirds a bath…don’t let the water get too cold.”

Oliver bent down, picking up his discarded shirt from the floor before yanking open the bedroom door.

“Oh… and Noah , I’ll be holding you to that whole ‘maybe I should let him fuck you again’.” he winked and you felt the vibrations from Noah’s laughter on you stomach. “After all, there’s so many more things to try

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Key: 💫= SMUT 🌙= FLUFF 🌑=ANGST

Last updated: September 8, 2024

Series ->

The Contract 💫🌙🌑

Noah Sebastian: The Dad Series 🌙

His girls ft: @exitwoundsx

Headcannons ->

As a boyfriend prt. 2. 🌙

The plushie 🌙

Pregnant HC 🌙

Time of the month 🌙

Golden retriever 🌙

Tour crush 🌙

Shy at first 🌙

NSFW Alphabet 💫

Mean Dom 💫

Breeding kink 💫

Face sitting 💫

Longer works->

You’re sick 🌙

Perfect to me 🌙

Your hand in mine 🌙

Dad duties 🌙

I’m sorry🌙

Family 🌙

I do 🌙

Lost 🌙

Surprise 🌙

Missing page 🌙

Back home 🌙

Bliss 🌙💫

Our movie 💫

Special chocolate 💫

Primal 💫

Know your place 💫

Don’t touch 💫

Death of peace of mind 💫

Size kink 💫

Blurbs->

My reflection 🌙

Tour surprise 🌙

Proposal gone wrong 🌑🌙

You found me 🌑

Only one for me 🌙

At home delivery 🌙

Popping the question 🌙

Goodbye 🌙🌑

Always come back 🌙

A question 🌙

Dad Noah things 🌙

Lab partners 💫

Little minx 💫

Under the desk 💫

Biting 💫

Praise kink 💫

Visuals->

Visuals experiment (1) 💫

Visuals part 2💫

Visuals part 3💫

Visuals part 4 💫

Visuals part 5 💫

「✨Taglist✨」 @lilhobgobbler @vir-tual @tdopomymind @concretenoah @misspygmypie @lust-for-sacher @thescarlettvvitch @cind6547 @itsmrsfuentes @lma1986 @alloraiona @daylightlvrs @darling-millicent-aubrey @daylightlvrs @artificialbreezy @alittleblackmagic @cookiesupplier @sprokat @rafeyybabyy

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Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre - Smut [MDNI] - Established Relationship ✦ Word Count - 2.6k ✦ Summary - You're Chan's princess, he'd give you anything you'd ever wanted but after a drunken slip up he decides to make you wait for what you want for once. ✦ CW - Piss, Soft!Dom Chan, Edging, Dirty talk, Size kink?, Degradation? (towards chan but like... he asked for it? you'll see.), Unprotected sex & Creampie (Wrap it up), Reader is called Princess, baby, nasty girl/ naughty, - Again, this is a piss kink fic. ✦ Masterlist ✦

You’re Chan’s Princess. His sweet girl who he’d sell his left foot for if you asked. You’re a spoiled brat. Well, that’s what his friends say anyway.

There isn’t a day that the group can pass up on an opportunity to poke and prod at your boyfriend for pampering you. They joke that you’ve never heard Chan say the word no and you just smile - It’s kinda true.

Your boyfriend just laughs and rolls his eyes, “She deserves it.” He’d state simply, confidently. He’d give you a wink and proceed to peel your orange or bring you a drink and let you eat half of his food. It was sweet, he was sweet. And then you messed it up.

It’s nothing too drastic, just some tipsy teasing one night a week ago. You said something along the lines or Chan having a small dick or whatever. You honestly can’t remember but Chan does. It lives fresh in his mind and motivated him to change things up a bit.

That night he brought you home, cooed sweet nothings in your ear and undressed you like a gentleman would. He kissed down your neck, up your thighs, over your cunt and lapped at the drenched flesh like a man starved. He built you up, up, up before pulling back and letting it all melt away.

You whimpered as he stood from his knees, his frame towered over you and you reached out to him, silently asking for more, “Channie.” You whined but he didn’t smile, he didn’t touch you, not like he usually would. He just leaned in and hovered over your naked form.

“Next time you wanna tell a joke, make sure that it’s funny, Princess.” The harsh rasp of his voice made your cheeks flush, adding to what the alcohol had caused. With a chaste kiss to your temple he pulled back and left you dizzy, tipsy and wanting more.

This treatment went on for a week.

He spent his time building you up just to let you fall and repeated it the next day. He’d get himself off right in front of your face, jerking his pretty cock with you on your knees before him. He found himself smiling at the way your needy gaze would track his every move. The sanguine glint in your eye only shined brighter with each grunt and moan. You would whine, beg quietly or silently in hopes that your voice could convince him to finally give in but you always end up starving for more.

“How long are you going to do this to me?” You whine four days in, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he redresses. “I’m sorry for what I said, I was tipsy.”

“I accept your apology.” He kneels down to your level, taking your hand in his. “But you still can’t cum.” He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it before standing and changing the subject like he didn’t just push you a bit closer to the edge of insanity.

You’ve never been this desperate in your life.

You’ve never wanted Chan more than you did when you’d stand at the sink and press your thighs together with the hopes that you could get some semblance of relief. He went from edging you to teasing you to nothing at all and now you find yourself missing the miserable routine of being close to release just to have it snatched away.

Chan caught on to your attempts at self pleasure quicker than you thought he would. He would watch, stare at your thighs and look for that slight tremble or pulse in your muscle then he’d slap your thigh and smile. He’s enjoying this.

And part of you is too.

Tonight marks a week of this punishment. You’re home alone while Chan works late at the studio which is rare for a Sunday but he locked into a track and got stuck perfecting it. You text him a sweet goodnight and warn him to get home before the snowstorm starts. He texts back, warning you to behave.

It’s three in the morning when Chan tiptoes into the apartment. He maneuvers around furniture and discarded objects to ensure that you stay asleep. He grabs the food you left him then heads for the shower to soak the chill of the storm out of his bones.

He’s exhausted, spent, but then he sees you. The walk to his dresser gets cut short when he gets a glimpse of your sprawled out frame. You're so cute and peaceful in your nightgown, with one leg hiked up and bent over a pillow, his pillow.

Chan steps closer, looking over your relaxed body and taking in the way your smooth skin disappears under the soft fabric of your gown. For a second he thinks that you really do look like a princess. Prim and pretty and all his.

He climbs into bed behind you, his towel slips down to reveal more of the firm cut of his hip and he presses into your backside. You push back in a stir and Chan has to bite his tongue not to moan. He needs you.

“Babygirl.” He drapes his arm over your stomach and pulls you back into the growing tent of the towel. His lips brush over the soft skin of your neck and he peppers gentle kisses across the flesh.

“Baby.” He whispers and you hum. His fingers start to trace shapes into the clothed skin of your stomach and you sigh. “Chan?” You mumble, still mostly asleep.

“Mhm.” His hand on your stomach trails down to lift the hem of your nightgown. “Do me a favor and open your legs, hun. Stay asleep, just let me make you cum.”

The indulgent glide of his hand up your flesh makes you shiver awake. You blink your heavy lids and sigh a soft moan at his touch. “Promise?” Chan kisses behind your ear. How could he say no to a voice as sweet as yours?

“Promise, now open up for me.” He pushes his covered cock against your ass and you push back with a moan and then you gasp. Your pleasure is interrupted by the pressure of your full bladder, it sends a sudden shock that makes you squirm. “Gotta pee, Channie.”

You attempt to sit up with the intention of rushing off to the bathroom real quick but Chan’s arm circles your stomach again, keeping you trapped against him. “Yeah? Gotta pee?” The kisses on your neck get firmer, his subtle grinding picks up and his hand pushes softly against your lower abdomen.

“Chan.” You moan in protest but it does little to stop him. The pang of urgency your body is sending you gets stronger with his subtle push and not so subtle grind of his hips. “I’ll be quick.”

He smiles against you, moving his hand back down to lift the hem of your gown up over the swell of your ass. “I know, hun.” His towel gives way and it’s his bare cock pressing against you now. “You wanna cum, right? Want me to give you what you’ve been begging for?”

Your body betrays you, shuddering as arousal starts to gush between your shaking thighs. You press them together in an attempt to hold your bladder. “Then you’ll stay here and let me give you what you wanted, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

Chan’s hand moves between your legs, parting your plush thighs and firmly brushing a calloused finger over your clit. The contact makes you keen. “I can’t hold it. Can’t, please let me-”

“Pick one, Do you wanna pee or do you want to cum?” He kisses your shoulder and you go quiet. What do you do?

“I’ll make a mess” Chan chuckles at your concern then licks his hand. He reaches between your bodies and tugs at his thick cock. “Do I sound like I mind a mess?” He slides his length between your thighs, pressing it against your heat. “If you don’t want me to make you cum I can stop. Just say the word.”

The thought of asking him to stop translates as insanity to you. He drags his hips back and starts fucking your thighs. He grinds against and fucks up over your clenching cunt. His tip gets caught on your clit and your chest vibrates with a deep moan. This is the most he’s touched you in days. It’s dizzying and Chan makes it worse when he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear and whispers.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby.” His hand comes up to your chin and he turns your head just enough to take in the way your features twist in pleasure. “Tell me what you want.”

“More.” Your mouth was faster than your mind. “Yeah? More? Wanna piss all over the sheets? That’s how desperate you are?” You’re nodding, pressing your thighs together when his hips pick up pace. You don’t care anymore. You need him.

“Nasty, baby. So fucking naughty.” The tip of his cock rubs over your slick clit with each thrust. Your body trembles with the sweet satisfaction of finally feeling pleasure and Chan lets you have that for a second or two before his grip on your hip becomes bruising.

“What was it that you said that night? Something about me having a small dick, right?” He’s breathing heavily in your ear and you shudder, nodding mindlessly as you drift farther and farther from reality. “Look at me.”

The movement is reluctant but you follow his request. Your low-lidded gaze meets his and your heart beats double time. “Is that what you said?”

“I’m sorry.” You whimper but that’s not what he wanted. He presses down on your bladder harder and you gasp, “Answer the question.”

The moan that echoes from you is unbecoming. It’s far from prim but very pretty. “Yes, I said it.. I’m sorry.” It’s less of a confession and more of a desperate plea but Chan accepts it with a hum.

“You wanna stand by that? Wanna tell me how small I am?” He presses a bit harder and you groan, breaking eye contact and shaking your head into your pillow. “C’mon, call my cock pathetic, hun.”

The tone of his voice in contrast to his actions is as sweet as cinnamon. “C’mon.” You open your mouth to speak but nothing but half a whimper and a huff of hot air escapes. “Follow the rules to cum.”

“Y-you’re cock, is pathetic.” Chan pulls his hips back. “Gimme more, come on.” His pressure on your stomach lets up and you can breathe again. You inhale and exhale with a shake before giving him what he asked for.

“Your… cock is so pathetic. So small that you never make me c-cum - Chan…” His hips push forward, his cock catches at your entrance and bullies its way into your fluttering cunt. The words you’ve uttered are debunked in real time.

“Pathetic, yeah?” He groans, fingers splaying over your bare stomach. “Y-yeah, I can’t even feel… feel it.” Chan smiles, pressing his hips firmer into you and successfully pulling a scream from your chest.

You can feel the dam threatening to break, small trickles wet your thighs and you try your best to chase your orgasm while holding the mess but you can’t seem to find a way to get one without the other.

“Chan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I- I..” You’re not entirely sure what you’re apologizing for anymore. You feel desperate to cum, to empty your bladder, for anything and everything. Your boyfriend smiles behind you, finding your begging stutter cute.

“Nah, stick with what you said, baby. Can’t even feel it, right?” The steady rocking of his hips turns into shallow thrusts that actually do have you tearing up.

Chan picks up on your attempt to hold back and presses harder, drilling his hips in and out of you and making the splinter of pleasure and pressure fuse in a way that you’ve never experienced before.

“C-chan - Channie..” Your bladder leaks, wetting your thighs, the sheets, him. But you finally get to cum. You keen and he eats it all up. He tips your head back, admiring the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip before your jaw hangs slack with gasps.

“That’s it, baby. I got you, just fall apart for me.” He wraps his arm around you, reaching down to rub harsh circles into your clit. You’re soaked, shaking through the mix of sweet releases. “Messy cunt.” He groans, pushing your thighs further apart and spanking your clit.

You give him the sounds he was looking to hear with a shudder that makes him hiss. “C’mere.”

He pulls out and positions you on all fours over the messy sheets. You grab your pillow and bury your face in it just as he slides back in. He lets his head fall back with an elated sigh. A lazy slap on your ass follows and you whimper, “God, I missed my girl so much.”

He moves slow and shallow, watching the way his dick disappears into you with each tremor and flutter your body offers. “Just like that.” He coos, picking up pace slowly but not slow enough for you to adjust.

The new angle is deeper than before but it makes you scream all the same. “That’s a lot of noise for a small dick, huh?” A cocky breathy laugh rumbles through him but the pull in his abdomen cuts it short. Or maybe it was the way your cunt squeezed him as your second orgasm snuck up your legs.

“Let it out, pretty girl. Gimme more, c’mon.” You break all over again. The last of you tried to hold wets his thighs and your pussy practically gushes around him.

“Pissing on me again? Nasty girl.” He groans, seconds from falling apart. He reaches around and slaps your clit again and again, moaning at the messy wet sound it makes.

“Gonna let me make a m-mess too? Gonna let me fill you up?” Each word is punctuated with a thrust until he leans forward, pressing into you while his eyes roll back and muscles tense.

“Baby, ba - fuck… baby.” His voice gradually fades into a whisper until all you hear is him panting over you. The cool wetness of his thighs is a shivering contrast to the warmth of you.

“Chan…” You whimper, failing to complete the rest of your plea. “Sh sh sh, you’re good, baby.”

“I’m sorry.” This time you know that you’re apologizing for the mess. He leans over you, running his hand through your hair and rubbing at your scalp. “There's no need to be sorry. I wanted it.”

“Really?” You turn your head, trying to catch his gaze with your glassy one.

“Yes, really.” He kisses over your back with a sweet hum to both comfort you and distract you from the pressure of him moving again.

“You did so well for me.” You open your mouth to speak but a pathetic stutter escapes instead. Chan hums, rocking his hips into you and gently and running his hands up your back to soothe you.

“Look at me, princess.” You blink up at him and he coos, “You’ll do it again for me, yeah?”

His hips snap and you nearly do too. “Say it.”

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