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runningincircl3s · 3 months ago

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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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In Cecil's Office

TRIGGER WARNINGS: NSFW, Power imbalance, dubcon, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, non-con elements, POSSIBLY Dead Dove Do Not Eat, not sure about that tag though but I'll add it just in case

The first time you met Cecil Stedman, you swore he could see right through you. It was in a cold, windowless briefing room at the GDA headquarters. You sat across from him, hands resting on the table, doing your best to try to keep your posture straight; to look composed. He glanced at the file in front of him, a thick dossier containing everything the agency had compiled about you - your history, your abilities, your strengths and weaknesses. His sharp blue eyes looked over at you.

“You don’t look nervous,” he said.

“Should I be?” you replied.

“Most recruits are.”

You had known about Cecil Stedman long before that meeting, everyone did. The man was a shadow behind every major operation. Some people feared him, others respected him. Most did both, but you weren't sure how to feel yet.

“I’ve read up on your file. Five minutes is a long time to make someone see something that isn’t there.” You shrugged as if your superpower was nothing more than a party trick.

“It’s not real,” you stated simply, “it’s all in their head.”

Cecil shot you a slightly confused look, it’s as if he’s shocked you don’t recognize the power of your ability.

“Used correctly,” he said, “you could end fights before they even start." In reality, you knew exactly why he had sought you out. The Guardians of the Globe already had speed, brute strength, andskill; what they lacked was someone who could manipulate the battlefield without ever throwing a punch. You were given a place among them that same day. No hesitation, no drawn-out trials. Just a single line on a contract, and just like that, you were his.

…

Working under Cecil was complicated. You told yourself it was the stress of the job, the pressure of being on-call for threats that could level cities. But it wasn’t that simple, not when it came to him. There was something about the way he moved - deliberate and precise, always one step ahead. Something about his deep and steady voice made you hang onto every word he said, even if he was just discussing mission logistics. You told yourself that all it was is respect, but respect didn’t make your skin prickle when he passed behind you. It didn’t make your breath hitch when he stood near and you could get a whiff of his cologne. You could swear he noticed because of the way he kept his gaze on you for just a moment too long, and by the slight change of expression in his eyes when the two of you looked at each other. It was unspoken and undefined, yet it haunted your every interaction with him, and nothing ever crossed a line. That is, until that night.

…

It had been a long night. A mission had gone sideways and you had spent hours debriefing the mission and analyzing what went wrong and what could be improved. It was late when you had finally wandered the halls of the GDA headquarters. Most of the building was empty by now, the usual hum of activity reduced to the occasional distant footsteps of security or late-night analysts typing up reports.

That was when you heard it. A sound so muffled it was almost too quiet to catch, but something about it made you stop. Cecil’s office door was left slightly ajar. Not enough to see inside, but enough to open it. You hesitated, hand hovering near the door frame. You knew you should walk away so as not to disturb the privacy that the man greatly appreciated. After all, whatever he was doing was none of your business. And yet, you took a step closer. Another sound, quiet and strained exhale. That’s when you heard your name being whispered, and you decided to go inside.

The room was shrouded in shadows, illuminated only by a desk lamp. Cecil was seated at his desk, chair turned away from you slightly. You could hear his labored breathing, a slight hitch in every inhale and exhale. As you stepped closer, you noticed Cecil’s arm moving beneath the desk. Your heart raced as you realized what you were witnessing. Cecil’s hand was wrapped around his hard, thick cock, stroking it with long, deliberate movements. You watched in awe and disbelief as he pleasured himself, his breathing growing heavier by the second. His head was bowed, lips parted slightly as soft groans escaped him. For once, he seemed lost in his own world, letting the pleasure overtake him.

You took another step closer and his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. For a moment he looked startled, caught off guard by your sudden entrance. Cecil’s eyes darkened with lust as he got up and took a step towards you. He rose to his feet, massive erection bobbing obscenely as he moved towards you. You remained rooted in your spot, heart pounding as he got into your personal space.

“Look what I’m doing, sweetheart,” Cecil growled, his voice thick with desire. He took your hand and guided it to his throbbing cock, wrapping your fingers around its impressive girth. You could feel the heat radiating through his skin and his throbbing pulse beneath your touch.

“Fuck, your hand feels good,” he groaned, hips bucking into your grip. He covered your hand with his own, forcing you to stroke him faster. “I’ve been thinking about this, about using you, all fucking day.” His other hand reached out, tangling in your hair and pulling your head back. Pain mixed with pleasure as he exposed the column of your throat. He leaned down, his teeth grazing against your pulse point before leaving a mark.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. He pushed you down, his grip on your hair unrelenting until your knees hit the rug. You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks burning with humiliation and unwanted arousal, but the way Cecil loomed over you made it hard for you to disobey. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the head of his swollen dick, your tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum glistening at his tip. Cecil shuddered, his fingers tightening in your hair as he let out a low, guttural moan.

“That’s it sweetheart, worship my cock like the good little slut you are.” His words were degrading, meant to objectify and humiliate you, and yet your body responded with need, core clenching with need. Cecil started to thrust into your mouth, his hips moving in a steady but relentless rhythm. He fucked your face with abandon, using your mouth for his own pleasure. You fought the urge to gag as you felt tears streaming down your face.

“You look so hot with your lips around my cock,” Cecil panted. He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in your throat. He held you in place with your nose pressed against his pubis and drool leaked from the sides of your lips. “That’s it, take it all like a good little cock sleeve.” He started to thrust even faster, his heavy balls slapping against your cheeks with every brutal pump. You could barely breathe, lungs burning for air as he used your mouth mercilessly. But the depravity of the act, the way he was so blatantly abusing your willingness to please him, only served to fuel the ache between your thighs. You could feel him throbbing and pulsing against your tongue. Cecil’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving up and down as he chased his release. Suddenly, with a strangled groan, his hips slammed into you one last time. You could feel thick, hot spurts of cum going down your throat. You struggled to swallow it all, your throat working hard to gulp down every drop of his essence. His hips stilled as the last spurts of cum landed on your tongue.

As quickly as it had started, it was over. Cecil’s grip on your hair relaxed. He pulled out of your mouth slowly, his softening cock releasing from your lips with an obscene pop.A strand of semen and saliva connected your mouth to his dick before breaking, splattering onto your flushed cheek. Cecil looked down at you with a satisfied smirk, chest still heaving as he caught his breath. “You took me so well, swallowed every drop like you were born for it.”

He tucked himself back into his slacks, zipping up and straightening his clothes with a sense of calm and control.You remained on your knees before him, your lips swollen and your hair disheveled, cheek stained with the evidence of his release. Cecil reached out, wiping your cheek with his thumb before bringing it to your lips.

“Clean it up,” he ordered, once again leaving no room for disobedience. His eyes gleamed with a dark promise, a silent assurance that this was only the beginning of what he had in store for you.

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