[noahsbrat]

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[noahsbrat]

Just Don't Lie to Me ~ n.s

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Noah’s girlfriend gets hit on at a bar while he’s off to the bathroom. Possessive Noah feels like reminding her of her place once they get home.

Warnings: possessive-ish Noah, dom!Noah!!!, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, mention of threesome, general rough sex (let me know if i’m forgetting anything)

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s note: Hello, this is my first “post” on my new page! Feedback and thoughts are encouraged as I have not published anything in a very, very long time. As always, this is a fictional work about real people. This is entirely made up and for fun only!

Smut below. Minors DNI.

Part 2 - Part 3

You were leaned over by the front door of your apartment, shuffling off your platform boots. 

“Listen, I have to say it one more time. She was flirting with you and I don’t believe for a second that you were unaware of it.” Noah said, arms crossed leaning against the kitchen island wearing a playful smirk.

“I swear, I would’ve known if she was flirting and she was definitely just being a drunk girl spewing compliments while she waiting on her drink.” 

Although, you had really hoped she was flirting. Even though you shouldn’t have.

And honestly, it definitely had felt like she was flirting, hard.

*Earlier that night*

You were at one of your usual dive bar spots, waiting on Noah to get back from the bathroom. Feeling a little awkward and self-conscious about being alone for the interim, you kept pretending to check a message on your phone and stir your watered down drink.

“You know, if I had brought you here, there’s just no way I would leave you alone.” 

You looked to your left, and whether it was the alcohol catching up or the woman beside you, your head started to feel fuzzy. She had glossy, wavy, black hair to her hips, strong brown eyes decorated in winged black liner that bored into yours, and a radiating confidence about her. She smiled at you like she wanted to devour you and for a second, you thought about letting her.

“Hah, well that’s very cute but my boyfriend will be back in a second,” you slurped the last drop of your drink, sliding it to the other side of the bar.

“Well can’t I at least keep you company in the meantime? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a pretty girl taking care of his pretty girl while he left her alone. Plus, it looks like you need a drink.”

You hated yourself but you couldn’t help but feel flushed at this point. You’d always been attracted to everyone and were comfortable with attention from women. But this was wrong. You were ashamed that you were even entertaining her, but she was so captivating you couldn’t help but want to keep her around for as long as you could. 

As if she could sense the heat, she reached to tuck one of your ginger locks behind your ear so she could see you. It felt like you could melt at any second.

Shaking yourself out of your pathetic fantasy, you stepped away. “Listen, I really am flattered and you’re stunning and I’m sure a great person, but I really am waiting on my boyfriend to get back.”

She snickered and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay, heard loud and clear. I hope I wasn’t too pushy.” You shook your head at her as she started to turn to walk away. “But seriously, he better worship you like the goddess you are.”

You looked back down at the bar, similar to earlier but feeling antsy for an entirely different reason this time. You were feeling so many things: lust, guilt, shame. 

You sat there for another minute or two, lost in your thoughts until you jumped at that familiar hand on your back.

“What was that all about?” Noah leaned into your ear, the same ear that that mystery vixen had just touched a moment ago.

“Nothing. She was just making small talk while she waited on her drink.”

“She didn’t leave with a drink in her hand. She was flirting with you.” He smirked.

You felt like you got caught, even though you knew he was being playful. Feeling like lying to mask your shame, you spoke up. “No she was not. She walked up complimenting my back tattoo and wanted to know more about it because she’d been wanting to get hers done soon.

What a stupid, stupid lie. He’s gonna know you’re lying.

He huffed, “I’m sure she did compliment you, just looked like she was interested in more that tattoo artist recommendations.”

Oh God, how much had he seen? Of course he hadn’t been in the bathroom that entire time.

“C’mon babe you don’t have to be embarrassed to admit it if she was. I’m secure enough to know she can’t take you from me.” He put his hand under your chin and looked at you in a very possessive, but affirming way, 

“While I appreciate that, she wasn’t flirting with me, seriously. Look, can we just drop it? I’m ready for sweats and the couch.”

Noah smiled, pulling cash from his wallet, not wanting to bother waiting around for a copy of the tab, “Of course. Let’s get out of here.” He leaned over to kiss your forehead, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar to wait outside for a ride-share home.

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“Baby, I saw the way she touched your hair, like the way I would touch your hair,” He raised his eyebrows, arms still crossed but stepping out closer to you now. “It’s okay that she was, I would too if I saw you alone, but why did you lie?”

Your guilt was eating you alive at this point. You and Noah had always allowed each other openness and transparency in all aspects in your relationship, and he knew that you had a history of primarily dating women romantically and sexually before meeting him.

“I’m sorry, but I just didn’t want to say anything about it because it kind of threw me off guard I guess.” You were starting to come around to the full truth but still feeling upset, crossing your arms now looking at your tights. 

He put one hand behind your neck, urging you to look up at him, and cupped his other hand on your upper arm.

“I don’t like when you lie to me, you know that. You can tell me anything, especially where it concerns your emotions.” He began to look at you with a more stern look in his eyes.

Sighing, you felt like you had disappointed him, which is what you had wanted to avoid altogether by avoiding the conversation. You rubbed your eyes for a second, then glanced back up, “What do you mean my emotions? It was a stranger giving me empty compliments.”

Noah took his hands off you, making you internally wince. “Angel, I don’t appreciate you pretending to be innocent in this. It’s obvious that you liked it. You won’t make eye contact with me and your skin is on fire.” He looks like he’s past the point of being patient, but you just can’t bring yourself to speak up.

“Just tell me what she said that got you so damn flustered baby.”

You grew hotter. Noah could call you any pet name in the book and it would make your skin heat up. You turned around, starting to walk past the living room toward the hall.

“She said that if she was with me that I would never be alone at a bar or something.” 

You kept walking to the bedroom, suddenly needing to change into more breathable clothing. You knew he was following you closely behind.

He laughed, he actually laughed at you. “And that’s what got you so hot and bothered?”

“Well it wasn’t just that, it- it was everything. She just came up to me, came on very strong, and kind of threw me for a loop. I guess I just haven’t been approached like that in a very long time and I’m sorry I reacted like that.” You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, half expecting Noah to turn back around and walk out. Instead, he crouched down in front of you, resting one hand on his thigh and one hand on yours.

“Hey, I don’t want you to be ashamed for feeling anything that you feel. But I do need you to be honest with me if there’s anything on your mind. I don’t mind you having a fantasy, but don’t embarrass me by trying to keep it a secret from me, yes?” You knew he was right, and you felt even sillier now for trying to lie to him about anything in the first place.

“Yes,” you nodded at him. 

“Uh uh, yes what?” He began to tower back over you, his power looming around you, making you melt.

“Yes sir. I’ll never lie to you again. I was ashamed that I was flattered and I should have just been honest about it.” Tension was really starting to build up in you. You rubbed your thighs together, dying to relieve something. He moved to put one hand on your knee and then smiled down at you.

“Good girl. Now see, was that so hard to tell me?”

You shook your head and he pouted his lips and shook his too, mocking you.

“Now I would say that you and I have a very healthy relationship, wouldn’t you? But when you violate my trust by lying to me, it puts that health in jeopardy, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I do.” You knew what was next to soon come.

“You’re so sweet, my good girl. You know what I have to do now right?” He takes both of your wrists, pulling you to stand up. Then he moves his right hand to cup your face, holding you in place.

“I have to punish you for tonight. For lying to me, for embarrassing me. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I do. I know I should be punished and I want you to punish me for what I did. I need you to take away all of the guilt and shame I have left. Please.”

You couldn’t believe you were being so vulnerable in this setting, even with Noah. You two had always had a very natural dominant/submissive relationship, first sexually and then in everyday life. But this time was weirdly more intimate, making you feel closer to him.

“Okay pup. You know what to do, take everything off.” He took his hands off of you, taking a step back and even putting his hands in his front pockets. God you loved when he wanted to take full control. He looked so sexy, jaw tensed, muscles bulged, hair rustled in his face.

You started sliding your top up over your ribs. The backless, black fitted top that had aided in your lies. You kept your eyes locked on him…God, he looked so fucking good like this. He looked back at you with blown pupils, his hands moving from his pockets to adjust his strained cock then meet at his front. There was something so carnal about that move and you couldn’t help but moan under your breath as you started to unzip and slide down your miniskirt. You knew when he finally put his hands on you he was going to destroy you, but you were becoming too impatient for touch to even care.

“Turn around.” As you turned, you felt his hand on your upper back, pushing you down onto the edge of the bed, urging you to catch yourself on your elbows. You looked back over your shoulders, his eyes burning holes through your back.

“Now turn over, let me see you.”

You complied immediately. You looked up at him doe-eyed, knees pulled up in some effort to hide from him. All of a sudden you were embarrassed, remembering you have forgotten about one little thing.

He smiled, flashing that wicked look. If he didn’t touch you soon, you were gonna fucking explode.

You were on your back, propped up on your elbows, just taking all of him in. In one swift move, his shirt was thrown over his head and onto the pile alongside your clothes. 

“Legs down. I said let me see you.”

Fuck. You slowly lowered your legs and let your feet rest on the wooden frame at the end of the bed.

“Spread them.”

Again, you obliged, instantly getting hot at the sight in front of you.

He unfolded his arms, reaching for both of your knees, looking right at your core.

“Flirting with someone at the bar, okay. That’s one thing. Not wearing any fucking panties in front of everyone and knowing how I feel about that. You’ve been a bad little pup tonight.” He starts to trail his right hand up your thigh, then his left hand. You knew the moment he got close enough he would feel how wet you were. Getting turned on because he was disappointed in you? How pathetic. 

“Promise I’ll get you more of these, yeah?” He had his hands on either side of the seam connecting the tights, hovering dangerously close to your folds. Being teased was worse punishment compared to whatever else he had planned.

“What did you just say?”

Oh fuck. Did you just say that out loud? He cocked an eyebrow at you, then suddenly ripped the tights apart. The cool air grazed your now exposed core, causing you to hiss just enough for him to hear it. 

“If teasing you is punishment, then why are you so fucking wet?” His fingers were dancing along your center now, lightly grazing your folds ever so often. “Is it because of me? Or are you thinking about her?”

What? You shook your head at him. “No don’t be ridiculous. It’s just… embarrassing sometimes.”

He tilted his head, urging you to keep talking, his fingers now daring to slide up and down your folds.

“You just- you just make me feel too good—Oh God.” You were cut off by an involuntary moan, caused by him slamming two fingers into you. As blissful as you felt, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for tonight.

“Can I?” You sat up as straight as you could manage and nodded to his belt.

“Mhm.” He smiled, smiled, down at you. “Thank you for asking, good girl.” You were so close to the edge, and just like that, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up close to his mouth. Even though a part of you knew you had that coming, your jaw still dropped completely open.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know you aren’t getting to cum tonight. Go ahead and take it out.” He took those fingers into his mouth, moaning around them.

You got to work, unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoning his pants. You paused to look up at him, and you could have lost your mind at the sight. 

He was looking down at you, hands now behind his back, signaling he wasn’t going to help you with anything. But he also looked at you with admiration, like he was proud of you. Not breaking eye contact, you unzipped his pants, then pulled them down to above his knees. Like muscle memory, you went straight for the waistband of his boxers, pulling down with no hesitation. His cock sprung free, and you looked away only to take it in for a moment.

He was gorgeous, cock flush against his stomach, angry and red. You took full control, pushing him back far enough so that you could get off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. In the next moment you had one hand on him and your mouth on his head. You immediately started moving both together up and down on his hard length, and you could tell he was already worked up. Glancing up through your eyelashes at him, you hollowed your cheeks. knowing this would pull more moans from him. If you were being honest, you were trying to pull out all the stops early on in hopes he would fuck you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to cum but fuck did you need some relief. The way he was so domineering yet also falling apart into you was enough to make you explode at any second.

“Fuck baby, if you keep that up—fuck.” He grabs your shoulders and pulls himself out and lifts you up onto the bed.

“Stomach, now.” You took the order before he even finished speaking, smiling to yourself thinking about what would come next. As if sensing your mischief, he yanks a fistful of your hair back, enough to see your face clearly. 

“I’m gonna use you and show you how much you belong to me. I’m gonna fill you up and the second that you even think about cumming, you tell me. Yes?”

“Yes.” He pulled your hair harder. “Yes sir, use me, please.”

He released your hair and brought the same hand down, hard across your left cheek, then grabbed it before placing his other hand on your right cheek. He slowly spread them apart, the cool air hitting your core once again. You felt him spit on your center—like you even needed it—but fuck did you love when he did that. You had a feeling he was gonna be sloppy and filthy and the thought alone almost brought you to your climax. In one swift motion, he spread his spit along your slit and rammed his cock in to the hilt. You moaned into the pillow beneath you, until he pulled in from underneath you, tossing it off the bed.

“Unh uh. Let me hear you.” So you did.

With every thrust you were moaning and babbling, so cock drunk you couldn’t string a full sentence together.

“Getting closer pup. Help Sir out.”

You knew the second you clenched yourself around him he would collapse. Still crying and moaning you squeezed around him, earning a hiss from his throat, making you giggle underneath him. 

He started moving faster, placing one hand on your ass and the other on the back of your head, pressing you further into the mattress. 

“Mmm. Gonna fill you up now.” You tried nodding in acknowledgment, telling him you were ready.

He started to fill you, pumping his cum deeper into you as he released. “Good girl, you take it so well for me.”

He stopped moving, staying inside of you for just a while longer. He came down to kiss the top of your head, pressing himself entirely on you.

You two laid like that for a minute until you broke the silence. “I really am sorry about earlier, you know?”

“I know. Just don’t lie to me, okay?” 

“I promise.”

“Okay, well let’s get cleaned up. I’ll run us a bath.” You groaned as he pulled out of you and got up, stopping to place a kiss on your hand before walking into the bathroom. 

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This had to be one of your favorite places in the world. Your back to Noah’s chest with your head in the crook of his neck. You were fading in and out of it, a combination of bliss and exhaustion. You had long since washed each other off, and now you were just enjoying each other’s warmth.

“Hey baby?” His question was soft in your ear.

“Hmm?” You may have had your eyes closed and remained curled up, but he had your full attention. 

“I did get her number for your earlier, the one who flirted with you.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you shot up, turning to face him. “You what? No you didn’t?”

He looked down, nodding. “Yeah, I did. When I saw her walk off from you I walked over to introduce myself, and one thing led to another.” 

“What? What do you mean one thing led to another? How did you even do that without me noticing?” You felt so confused, not betrayed or mad, but puzzled his by actions.

“Well it’s no secret that there was something there—I saw the conversation from basically the beginning. And we’ve discussed the possibility of you bringing someone in. Forgive me but you aren’t exactly forward, so I went over to her.” 

You felt slightly defensive, but also insanely aroused again. “What did you say to her?”

“I introduced myself and told her I saw her talking to my girlfriend, she was immediately apologetic, then I was pretty up front about thinking that you might like to see her sometime if she was into it. She did seem a little caught off guard, but gave me her number anyway and said she’d love to hear from you if you ever wanted to get to know one another.” 

You couldn’t help but feel conflicted. You had been honest in the past that you wanted to bring another woman in from time to time and Noah would do just about anything to keep you satisfied. You also felt guilty, like in some way he was orchestrating your infidelity or something.

“Hey,” he grabbed both sides of your face, forcing you to focus in on him. “I can see your brain going 100 different directions. Don’t do that. I merely didn’t want you to lose out on a possible connection with someone so I interjected. I also don’t want you thinking I’ll be upset in any way. I’m here to be whatever you need me to be. There is no pressure to reach out at all if you don’t want to. After all, you are the one with all of the power.”

You nodded into his hands, he was right. “Well…. you are right I never would have done that on my own, and I did kind of like her, so thank you. I just can’t help but feel… gross? I know we’ve talked about bringing someone else in, whether it’s for us both or just me but I just don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Like I said, no pressure.” He brings you closer in to him, giving you a light kiss on the forehead. “Just think about it before you shut it out.”

For some reason, that last push of reassurance gave you butterflies in your stomach. “Okay, I will. Thank you, I love you.”

He leaned in impossibly close, his lips ghosting over yours, “You have no idea.”