🎀Like A Stone - Noah is gone on tour and you’re extremely depressed until he comes home.
🖤House Of Balloons - You meet Noah at a club and show him a good time.
🖤Eyes On Me - Noah is away on tour, so he sends you a little something to hold you over as long as you let him watch.
🖤Let Them See - You and Noah get busy and almost have viewers.
🖤Unprepared - You and Noah have a couple special guests join you for the night.
🖤Jealous - Noah gets jealous of your friend and lets you know how he feels.
🖤Chokehold - You make Noah do absolutely disgusting things to you.
🖤I Love Your Sin But I Hate The Taste - You fall in love with Noah but he treats you like shit because you’re Jolly’s friend and he doesn’t want to upset Jolly.
🖤Chains - You get Noah a new chain and show him how much you love it.
🖤My Whole Existence Is Flawed…You Get Me Closer To God - Noah finds out some things you’re secretly into on your Tumblr.
🖤If I Was Your Vampire - Vampire!Noah eats you out on your period.
🖤Amen - You get kidnapped by two handsome vampires.
🖤Desire - You’re obsessed with Noah’s muscles and feed his God complex.
🖤Just Pretend - You and Noah reunite after years apart.
BILLY HARGROVE
🖤Baby Girl - Billy finds you an unlikely friend and wants more from you.
RONNIE RADKE
🖤My Sinful Confession, You’re My Obsession - Ronnie takes you in the dressing room while filming a music video.
OLI SYKES
🖤You’ve Got A Taste Now - Vampire!Oli stalks you and turns you into a vampire.
🖤Unprepared - You and Noah have a couple special guests join you for the night.
🖤Amen - You get lost and get kidnapped by two handsome vampires.
🎀Meet Me Halfway - Your band tours with Bring Me The Horizon.
LEON KENNEDY
🖤Older - Your dad’s best friend fucks you in his car.
Chapter Fics
LEON KENNEDY
Will You Still Love Me When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful? - RE9!Leon becomes your new neighbor and you two become unlikely friends…then lovers.
🖤Chapter One
🖤Chapter Two
🖤Chapter Three
🖤Chapter Four
🖤Chapter Five
🖤Chapter Six
🖤Chapter Seven
🖤Chapter Eight
🎀Chapter Nine
NOAH SEBASTIAN
I Don’t Wanna Be Buried In A Pet Sematary - Noah and the boys move to Ludlow, Maine where they discover a path behind their home that leads them to literal Hell on Earth.
🎀Chapter One
🎀Chapter Two
🎀Chapter Three
🎀Chapter Four
🎀Chapter Five
🎀Chapter Six
🎀Chapter Seven
🎀Chapter Eight
🎀Chapter Nine
Multi-Parters
NOAH SEBASTIAN
Take Me Back To Eden - You and Noah try for a baby but seem to have no luck.
🖤Part One
🖤Part Two
Short Leash - You punish Noah for making you mad.
🖤Part One
🖤Part Two - COMING SOON
10 Years
🖤Part One
🖤Part Two
🖤Part Three
🖤Part Four
🖤Epilogue
The Lamp
🖤Part One
🎀Part Two
Limousine - You fall in love with Noah, but he’s not quite who he says he is.
AN: anyways, here's just a small draft. it's not the smuttiest smut that i've smutted, but it's something i guess. it's my first time writing so i'm expecting you all to be brutally honest with me and judge the shit outta me.
Noah Sebastian x reader
Warning; nsfw (obviously) +18 MDNI
word count; no idea. it's a lot.
again it's just a draft. i didn't tag anyone. if you want more please let me know.
Noah’s truck slammed to a halt in the dimly lit gravel lot of his apartment complex, a weathered, two story brick building on the quiet outskirts of the city. He lived in a cramped, two-bedroom unit with faded hardwood floors, stacked tour cases shoved against the living room wall, and a cheap thrift-store couch littered with guitar cables.
The front door had barely clicked shut behind you before Noah threw his truck keys onto the small kitchen counter and turned around, his big, dark frame completely blocking the narrow entryway.
You didn't even have time to kick off your boots. Noah stepped right into your space, his heavy, tattooed hands coming up to cup the sides of your face before shoving you back against the wooden door.
His mouth came down on yours with a brutal, starving intensity.
There was no hesitation left, no sarcastic banter to cushion the impact. Noah kissed you like he’d been dying for it for hours, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of syrup and black coffee. You let out a muffled, desperate moan straight into his throat, your arms wrapping tight around his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark, messy hair. You pulled him closer, arching your body into his, feeling the rock-hard length of him pressed flush against your lower abdomen through his dark jeans.
Noah groaned low in his chest, a deep vibration that echoed into your mouth. He broke the kiss just long enough to grab the hem of your tank top, ripping it up over your head in one fluid motion and tossing it onto the floor, leaving your breasts bare and your nipples hard. You reached down, your hands frantic, pulling his black hoodie up and over his shoulders, leaving him in just a faded black t-shirt. You grabbed his collar, yanking him back down to you, your lips tracking hot, wet kisses down his jawline, over his Adam's apple, and onto the dark ink covering his collarbones.
His hands slid down your back, taking your cotton sweatpants and dragging them down over your hips along with your underwear, trapping them at your ankles. You kicked them off frantically along with your boots, completely naked in front of him.
Noah didn't bother undressing himself completely yet. He hooked his big hands under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off your feet. You wrapped your bare legs around his waist, your lips finding his again, whimpering agains his mouth as he carried you the few steps into his dimly lit bedroom, throwing you down onto the middle of his unmade mattress.
The sheets were cool, but the air in the room was boiling.You instinctively went to pull your knees together, suddenly overwhelmed by the raw, naked intensity of his dark eyes staring down at you, but Noah was faster. He grabbed your ankles, his long, tattooed fingers gripping your skin firmly, and pulled you down the mattress until your hips were at the very edge. He dragged your knees wide apart, pinning them against the mattress, exposing every single inch of your glistening, swollen center to the dim light filtering through the window blinds.
"Noah..." you gasped, your hands clutching at the dark bedsheets, your breathing rapid and shallow.
"Don't," Noah grunted, his voice thick, authoritative, and impossibly deep. He dropped to his knees on the floor between your thighs, his hands smoothing firmly over your calves, resting on the insides of your knees to keep you wide open . "Don't you dare try to close up on me now, baby. Look at you. You're fucking dripping for me."
Your cheeks burned, a high, desperate whimpering sound escaping your lips. You were completely at his mercy, your body trembling under the weight of his gaze.
Noah bent his dark head down, but he didn't go straight for your wetness. Instead, he pressed his warm, parted lips to the soft, sensitive skin of your upper inner thigh, right near the crease of your leg, keeping the eye contact. You gasped, your hips jerking upward off the mattress.
"Shh," Noah murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers straight down your spine. He trailed slow, dragging kisses up your left thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive flesh, teasing you, coming inches away from your soaking wet slit before pulling away completely to start at the bottom of your right thigh.
"Be good for me, baby. Stay still. You know how much I love it when you're good for me."
"Noah, please," you choked out, your head rolling back against the pillows, your chest heaving as your fingers tore at the sheets. "Please, touch me... I can't—"
"You can't what, baby?" Noah rasped smoothly, stopping his mouth just a hair's breadth from your throbbing clit, letting you feel the scorching heat of his breath without giving you the pressure you were dying for. He looked up at you through his messy dark hair, his eyes heavy, possessive, and utterly in control.
"Talk to me. Use your words. Tell me what you want."
"I want... I need you to touch me," you whimpered, your voice cracking, completely stripped of all your cool, sarcastic armor. You couldn't form a coherent thought, your brain entirely consumed by the blinding ache between your legs. "Please, Noah... touch me. Please."
A dark, satisfied smirk touched the corners of Noah’s lips. "Such a good girl," he said softly, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling stroke of praise that made your lower belly clench tight.
"So fucking sweet for me, obeying so well. Look at how pretty you are when you surrender like this. Good , sweet girl. i've got you."
He leaned in and buried his face between your thighs.
You let out a sharp, shattered scream as Noah’s wet, warm tongue took a long, heavy stroke from the bottom of your pussy all the way up over your swollen clit. You bucked your hips violently, but Noah’s heavy hands clamped down on your hips like iron vices, holding you rooted to the bed, completely controlling your rhythm. He flattened his tongue, swirling it over your sensitive nub, lapping up the sweet, slick juices pouring out of you.
"God, you taste so fucking good, i could eat you out for days" Noah growled against your wet folds, his voice muffled against your skin. " Such a perfect, filthy little girl for me."
He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure that had you whining, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his shoulders.
While his tongue continued to work you relentlessly, Noah lifted his right hand from your hip. He brought two fingers up to your mouth, hovering his hand over your face. He pointed those two fingers directly at your parted, panting lips.
"Open up, Suck them," Noah commanded softly, his dark eyes meeting yours over the swell of your stomach while his mouth never stopped devouring your lower body. "Take them in, baby."
Without a second of hesitation, you opened your mouth and took his long, tattooed index and middle fingers deep into your throat, gagging a little, wrapping your tongue around them, sucking them greedily, making wet, filthy noises as you matched the rhythm of his mouth between your legs. Noah’s eyes darkened into pure black as he watched you suck his fingers, absolute pride and possessiveness surging through his chest. He loved the sounds you made, the pathetic little whimpers, the high-pitched whines, the desperate way your throat swallowed around his hand.
"That's it," he purred against your wet pussy. "Suck them clean for me. Good girl... so obedient."
Slowly, Noah pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving your lips slick and parted. He dragged that same hand down your chest, over your stomach, and slid two fingers straight into your tight, soaking wet hole.
You gasped around nothing, your back arching completely off the bed as he plunged his fingers inside you to the knuckle.
"Noah!" you screamed, your voice raw and breathless.
He didn't give you a second to adjust. He began to finger you with a steady, punishing rhythm, curling his fingers upward inside you to hit that sensitive, swollen spot again and again, while his tongue kept up a relentless, wet assault on your clit. The combination was too much. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically, your entire lower body trembling on the fine, razor sharp edge of an explosive climax.
"Noah, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!" you sobbed, your hips thrusting wildly against his hand and mouth, completely unraveled. "Let me cum, please, Noah, let me cum!"
Just as the wave crashed over you, Noah abruptly stopped.
He pulled his fingers completely out of your pussy and dragged his tongue away from your dripping center, leaving you hovering helplessly off the edge of a massive, agonizing cliff.
You let out a frustrated, weeping whine, your hands grasping wildly at his shoulders as your body practically vibrated with unsatisfied friction. "Noah, please! Why did you stop?!"
Noah leaned up, hovering his dark, heavy body over yours. His lips were slick and glistening with your juice, his eyes burning with absolute dominance as he pinned your wrists above your head with one massive hand.
"Did I give you permission to cum yet, baby?" he asked, his voice a dark, low purr against your ear.
"N-no," you wept, squirming under his weight, your hips reflexively trying to grind up against his clothed thigh just to get a scrap of relief.
"Hold still," he growled softly, nipping the sensitive skin of your neck until you went rigid beneath him. "You don't get to come until I say so. You're going to lie here and take every second of this, because you belong to me. Understand?"
"Yes," you whimpered out, tears of sheer sensory overload welling in your eyes. "Yes, Noah..."
"Good girl," he murmured, praise dripping from his lips like honey as he slid two fingers back into your soaking warmth, slow and agonizingly deliberate. He stroked your deep, swollen center while hovering his thumb just over your aching clit, teasing you, driving you insane, dragging you right back to the burning edge of a climax before slowing to a crawl all over again.
"Look at you... trembling so sweet for me. So tight, taking my fingers so well. You're doing so good for me, baby."
"Please..." you whimpered, your hips writhing uselessly, trapped in his torturous rhythm. "It hurts, Noah... I need it so bad..."
"I know you do, but you can hold a little longer for me. i know you can do it baby"
he whispered, kissing away a stray tear on your cheek , then a kiss on between your breasts, on your stomach and before leaning down between your thighs again, dragging his tongue in a slow, brutal line right up your center, making you scream into the empty room. He held you there right on the razor's edge, edging you again and again until you were weeping, completely broken and begging for him, moaning his name like a prayer.
He slid down , brought his mouth back down to your clit, flicking it fast and hard, while his fingers drove deep inside you. Your walls buckled, pulsing erratically.
"Noah, please!" you sobbed, your eyes wide, glossy, and entirely submissive beneath him. "I can't take it anymore... please let me cum ..."
Noah smiled, a dark, victorious, beautiful smile. He loved how soft, how completely undone you were in his hands.
"Beg for it properly, baby" Noah rasped, his tone dark, commanding, and absolute. "Tell me who you belong to, ask me nicely."
"I'm yours," you wept softly, your chest heaving, completely surrendered to his touch. "I'm yours... please, Noah... please let me cum..."
Noah's gaze softened with thick, possessive warmth.
"Such a perfect little girl," Noah whispered, plunging his fingers deep inside you while pressing his mouth hard against your clit, giving you the brutal, overwhelming pressure you were starving for.
"Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Show me how good you can be."
The permission broke the dam. You screamed his name into the quiet bedroom as your orgasm ripped through your body, your pussy pulsing violently around his fingers, squeezing him tight as wave after wave of intense, liquid heat crashed over you. Noah didn't stop, he ate you through the entire orgasm, swallowing every drop of your sweet release, loving every single whimpering, trembling sound you made beneath him.
but he wasn't nearly as done with you.
The mattress was still vibrating from the aftershocks of your release, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, but Noah didn't pull back.
He didn't lift his head, and he didn't pull his slick fingers out of your tight, twitching body. Instead, he flattened his tongue right back over your hyper-sensitive, throbbing clit, taking another long, heavy, wet stroke right over the raw center of your nerves.
A sharp, electric jolt shot straight up your spine, so intense it made your entire body lock up.
"Noah—no!" you shrieked, your voice cracking as a wave of pure, overwhelming overstimulation crashed through you. You instinctively tried to snap your knees together, didn't care his head is right between your thighs, your thigh muscles locking as you tried to squeeze him out and protect your completely wrecked lower body.
"Stop, stop, stop! Noah, please, it's too much—"
You were strong, but Noah was 6'3" and built like an iron beam.
He didn't even flinch. He adjusted his weight, leaning his broad chest heavy against your knees, with a swift motion he held both of your legs, pinning your legs wide open against the mattress once again. His big, tattooed hands wrapped firmly around your inner thighs, digging into your soft skin to hold you rooted to the bed, completely exposed and completely helpless to the sensory overload.
"Uh-uh, baby," Noah rasped against your dripping, swollen skin, his voice a low, dark rumble of pure velvet and authority. "You don't get to close up on me yet. Stay right here, wide open for me. Look at me."
Your head rolled back, tears of sheer overstimulation welling up in the corners of your eyes, making them glisten under the dim bedroom light. Your breath came in ragged, terrified gasps, your fingers clawing uselessly at his shoulders and his messy hair, trying to push his heavy frame away from your pussy.
"Noah, please!" you wept, your voice trembling, stripped entirely of all your cool, sarcastic armor. "It hurts ,it's too much, I can't, I can't take it! Please stop!"
"You're okay, baby," Noah said softly, his dark eyes locking onto your tear-stained, flushed face while his tongue kept up a steady, devastating, wet lap against your clit, torturing you with every flick.
"I know it's intense, sweetheart. I know your pretty little pussy is sensitive, but you're doing so fucking good for me. Look at how good you take me. Just relax for me baby"
He paused his mouth for just a fraction of a second, curling his two slick fingers deep inside your pulsing walls, hitting your sweet spot with a firm, relentless thrust that made your back arch clean off the bed.
"Noah!" you sobbed, your entire frame trembling, your hips jerking violently against his hand as the sensation flooded every nerve ending in your body.
"That's it, sweetheart," Noah purred, his rough, gravelly voice washing over you like hot honey, filthy praise dripping from his lips.
"Look at how filthy wet you are. Drowning my hand in your juices. Such a good, obedient little slut for my mouth. Let it build right back up for me."
you gasped breathlessly, trying to catch your breath, trying to form a sentence but all you could do was to moan his name.
"No, please—"
"Shh, good girl," he growled low, his mouth coming down hard to suck your hyper-sensitive nub right back into his mouth while his fingers pumped mercilessly inside you.
You've got another sweet orgasm in this tight pussy, baby. I know you do. Cum for me one more time. Show me how sweet you can be."
"I can't.. it's .. it's too much, Noah.. please!" you whimpered, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his heavy grip, your brain completely fried from the sensation.
His fingers slid faster inside you, churning your sweet release into a filthy, wet mess, while his mouth sealed back over your swollen, raw center, sucking you hard enough to draw a shattered scream straight out of your lungs.
"Cum for me, baby," he commanded softly against your dripping skin, his tone an intoxicating mix of gentle praise and absolute dominance.
"Show me how good you can take my fingers. Give all that sweet pussy juice to me, sweetheart. Cum for me right fucking now."
The overstimulation tipped past the threshold of pain and snapped into pure, blinding ecstasy.
Before your brain could even register what was happening, a second, far more violent wave of orgasm ripped through your lower body. You shrieked his name into the ceiling, your vision going completely white as your tight walls clamped down on his fingers in violent, rhythmic spasms.
Your inner thighs shuddered violently under his heavy hands, your muscles spasming so hard you couldn't keep your feet flat on the bed.
Noah drank in every single drop of your second release, his dark eyes burning with ruthless pride as he watched you shatter completely under his touch. He didn't pull his fingers out, keeping up a slow, agonizing stroke through the hypersensitive aftershocks until your body finally went completely limp. Your chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow gasps, your dark hair plastered to your sweaty forehead.
Slowly, Noah slid his wet, glistening fingers out of your soaking hole, licking them clean in his mouth, humming as he tasted you on his fingers again, the. leaning up over you.
He rested his heavy forearms on either side of your head, his broad, tattooed chest hovering over yours, radiating heat. He looked down at you, your eyes glossy and teary, your lips parted, your cheeks flushed bright red, completely unraveled and ruined for him, barely breathing.
He reached out with a thumb, gently brushing a tear away from your eyelashes, his dark face softening with a beautiful, possessive, satisfied smirk.
"Look at you," Noah rasped softly, his breath hot against your mouth, his voice thick with affection and dark satisfaction. "I haven't even put my dick inside this tight little pussy yet, and you're already a crying, trembling, dripping mess on my bed."
You blinked up at him through your glossy eyes, your lips trembling as you tried to find your voice, but all that came out was a soft, pathetic little whine.
AN: Overworked girlies rise up. 🙋🏻♀️ Just a lil something that started as a blurb and kind of turned into a short one shot. Reader works late on a Friday, Noah isn’t having it.
Ps! I accidentally deleted my document where I had my taglist divided by general and SDTL, so I kinda decided just to tag everyone lol. Apologies if you only want to be tagged in STDL, please let me know. 🖤✨
Warnings: Established relationship, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, unprotected p in v, breath play, free use-ish if you squint, hair pulling, hint of possessiveness. That’s it I think!
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x F! reader
Words: 1.5k
Noah was getting impatient. It had been twenty minutes since he had last wandered into the kitchen, asking you if you’d be done soon.
“I’ll be just a minute,” you had said, not even looking up from your laptop.
He had groaned quietly, but had nevertheless left you alone where you sat on one of the bar stools by the kitchen island. From where he was sprawled on the couch he could hear the light tapping of your nails on the keyboard. Probably answering another important email.
Noah pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He looked at the time. It was a Friday evening. 6:38. And you were still working.
Not that Noah could really blame you, since he himself would usually work late into the nights. But he was home from tour. And he was feeling needy. Too needy.
He’d give you twenty minutes, he told himself. Twenty minutes to finish whatever you were so focused on. He sighed, running a large hand over his face. He spent five minutes trying to find a movie for the two of you to watch. However, his mind wandered far away from a movie night on the couch.
Noah swallowed hard. He shouldn’t disturb you. But you were right there. So close. He could practically smell your perfume from where he sat. He tried to ignore the throbbing between his thighs for all of two seconds.
He stood up. Fuck it.
You didn’t hear him enter the kitchen.
”Put the laptop away.”
You jumped, placing a hand over your chest.
”Noah! You scared—”
Looking back at him, you didn’t finish the sentence. He was leaning against the archway, arms crossed over his chest. There was something all too familiar in his gaze. His eyes looked glazed over, almost black. You stared at him for a long second.
”I said,” he pushed himself off from the wall. ”Put. The. Laptop. Away.”
You just looked at him, frozen to the spot. He strode over to you, like a predator stalking its prey. He placed one arm on each side of you, splaying his fingers over the cold marble countertop, caging you in.
”I just have to…”
He hummed softly, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside his chest. He leaned in, pressing his lips against the back of your neck.
”No.”
He pressed soft kisses from the back of your neck, down your shoulder slope and back up to give you a light nibble under your ear.
”But—”
”I said no, princess,” he said firmly as one of his hands left the countertop, slamming your laptop shut. ”Do I need to repeat myself?”
The hand that had just shut and pushed your laptop to the side settled around the base of your throat. You swallowed. Knowing what mood Noah was in made you feel dizzy.
You could feel him pressed against your back, even though the back of the chair. His arms enveloped you, pulling you into him. The heat of him radiating to your back, the smell of his cologne all around you. His hand around your throat. Him. He overwhelmed all of your senses.
You didn’t reply to his question. You didn’t have to.
Noah applied a little more pressure on the sides of your neck. Not enough to hinder your breathing in any way, just enough to make your head spin and heat to shoot down to your core.
With a guttural groan, he pulled you from the stool and onto your feet. He pushed a knee between your legs, opening you up. You grabbed the counter to ground yourself, smooth and cold marble under your palms. Your back flush to his chest. His lips on your neck.
”Lean forwards.”
You didn’t need telling twice. You leaned over the island, guided by one of Noah’s large hands between your shoulderblades. He wasn’t satisfied until the side of your face rested against the countertop alongside your hands. You could feel his hard cock press against your ass.
One of Noah’s hands nestled in your hair, pulling at it from the roots. Your breath hitched in your throat.
”I’ve been waiting for hours,” he said, leaning over you.
”And I’m tired of waiting.”
Noah then stood back up, one hand caressing the inside of your thigh. He pushed the skirt you were wearing up on your back, the material bunching at your waist.
He ran a finger against the lace of your panties. You shuddered. You feel a finger hooking into them, pulling them aside. Just enough to grant him access. Noah pushed harder against you, his hard thighs keeping you pinned to the island. You could feel how his cock throbbed, even through his sweatpants.
A soft, needy sound escaped you. Noah chuckled darkly as he pushed his sweatpants down. And then he didn’t wait. Didn’t tease. Noah positioned the thick head of his cock against your entrance and pushed forward, splitting you apart.
The stretch was immediate. Immaculate. Delicious. He pulled you back by the grip on your hair, forcing you to arch your back.
He set a relentless pace from the get-go, slamming his hips against your ass as he fucked into you. You could feel him brush against your cervix with every stroke. Each thrust made you feel how his thick, veiny cock stretched your pussy. You quickly succumbed to a mess of gasps and whimpers.
”Oh my– Oh my go-od.”
The hand that wasn’t nestled in your hair moved to your front. Two of his fingers found your clit. He traced it, rubbing slow circles on it as he kept rocking your body into the cold marble.
”My good girl,” he whispered through clenched teeth. ”You like it when I don’t ask, don’t you?”
”…Yes.”
”Yeah? You like it when I take what’s mine? Like it when I use you?”
You couldn’t answer him. You just nodded your head as your legs started to shake. You clenched around his dick, earning a low moan from him. Noah’s fingers started to rub faster circles over your bundle of nerves. The sound that left you was somewhere between a scream and a moan.
Noah moved his hand from your hair to your throat, long fingers wrapping around it. He once again squeezed just hard enough for you to struggle to breathe a little bit. For you to go a little light headed. A tingling sensation spread from your neck, down your arms, down your back and finally settled in your core. Everything felt both sharper and softer at the same time.
”Answer me.”
”Ye–yes,” you managed to croak.
Everything felt so overwhelming. The feeling of the kitchen island digging into your hips, the smooth surface under your palms. Noah’s hand around your neck, his thick cock buried deep within you and the way his fingers played with your clit. Noah squeezed harder at the sides of your neck, let go for a second, allowing you a sharp breath. Then he squeezed harder again, restricting your breathing. Your head spun. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you, his fingers on your clit and the way your vision was blurring.
You rocked back against him, spurring him on. Noah pulled out fully, making you whine and clench around nothing. When he slammed back into you again you couldn’t help but scream out. You circled your hips against him as the pressure in your core kept building.
Noah loosened his grip around your neck as your legs started to shake. He thrust deeply, slowly into you as you fell apart on his cock, a whining, moaning mess. Noah kept his hand on your neck, not applying any pressure, until he could feel your breath becoming steady again.
”Still with me, princess?”
”Yeah…” you gasped.
That was all the permission he needed. He picked up his pace again, thrusting hard into you as he chased his own high. Your overstimulated pussy clenched around him, just like his hands had clenched around your neck.
Noah let out a low, deep groan.
”Fuck baby… You’ve got a death grip on me.”
You arched your back more to take every last bit of him, knowing how close he was. Noah pushed himself as deep as he could go, wanting to be buried to the hilt in you. As you started to circle your hips around him, rocking back and forwards, he stilled.
Noah stayed buried deep in you as you moved on him, both of his hands coming to rest on your hips. You clenched and unclenched your pussy around him, wanting nothing more than to milk him of every drop.
Noah let out a wrecked sound. His head fell down to rest on your back as his cock twitched inside of you, a hot and heavy reminder of who you belong to painting your insides.
When he pulled out, he watched his cum drip down from your core to your thighs. To Noah, there was no better sight in the world than that of your pussy leaking his cum.
”All mine,” he whispered as he dragged a long finger between your folds, collecting the mixture of your slick and his cum. ”So fucking full of me.”
warnings: angst, nsfw (swering, explicit sexual content)
summary: it’s been two agonizing weeks since you and Noah had the most ridiculous argument, with complete coldness between you two ever since. the distance is finally broken the night you resolve to go to a party for one reason only: to see him.
word count: 2.4k
AN: this was a request and my very first angst fic, I hope you guys like it <3
“Do you think this dress looks good?” you ask Rosa, giving her a small twirl so she can get the full effect.
She hums thoughtfully, eyes scanning your outfit before a grin spreads across her face.
“Well… if your plan is to make your boyfriend question every decision he's made in the last two weeks, then yeah. It's perfect.”
You can't help but laugh.
She takes another sip of the cocktail the two of you mixed while getting ready, looking far too pleased with herself. Rosa knows exactly what you're doing.
It's been a little over two weeks since you walked out of the apartment you shared with Noah after asking for a break. The reason was painfully simple. You were both idiots.
The week leading up to it had been awful. Between Noah's schedule promoting his new single and your endless pile of deadlines at the law firm, the two of you barely existed in the same space anymore.
Then came the unanswered text.
Something so insignificant somehow turned into the biggest fight you'd ever had. By the end of it, neither of you even remembered what had started the argument in the first place.
You just knew you were exhausted. So you threw a few clothes into a duffel bag, ignored Noah calling your name from the hallway, and drove straight to Rosa's apartment.
When you first got there, you were beyond pissed.
But as the days passed, you started realizing the whole thing had been blown way out of proportion. You shouldn't have made it sound so final when you walked out that night, because the truth was… You missed Noah.
Turns out, he wasn't doing much better either.
A few days ago, Folio stopped by Noah's place and found him reeking of hennessy, curled up with one of the sweatshirts you'd accidentally left behind. And, of course, the second he walked out of that apartment, he called you to tell you all about it.
So, if you both missed each other this much, what was stopping you from getting back together?
Once again, the answer was simple. You were both idiots.
But tonight felt like the perfect chance to change that. It was one of your friend's birthday parties, and obviously Noah was going to be there. Which was exactly why you'd been asking Rosa for her opinion.
You wanted your man back.
You were wearing a black dress that stopped a little above the middle of your thighs, with a subtle neckline that showed just enough. Nothing too revealing, but it hugged your curves like it had been made for you.
The bass from the speakers practically vibrated through the soles of your heels the second you and Rosa stepped into the venue.
Warm lights. Too many familiar faces.
Exactly the kind of chaos you needed tonight.
You hadn't even been there for ten minutes when that familiar little prickle crawled up the back of your neck. You turned your head.
And there he was.
Noah.
He was leaning against one of the high tables, a glass loosely hanging from his fingers, looking unfairly good for someone who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. His eyes were scanning the room with the kind of bored expression you'd come to recognize over the years.
Until they found you.
And suddenly, he wasn't bored anymore.
His eyes dropped over you, slowly taking in the black dress you'd spent way too long deciding whether or not to wear.
You watched his breath catch. Just for a second. But you saw it.
His eyes snapped back to yours, dark and intense, and there it was.
Two weeks.
Two fucking weeks worth of everything neither of you had been able to say.
Anger. Regret.
You were already starting to move toward him when some random guy decided to make your night considerably more annoying.
"Hey, I don't think I've seen you around here before." You looked over.
The guy was clearly drunk, wearing the kind of cocky grin that immediately made you want to turn around and walk away.
"Oh, hi. I'm actually just heading over to-"
"Come on, let me buy you a drink first." He stepped closer. Too close.
You instinctively leaned back.
"No, thank you. I'm fine. I'm actually looking for someone."
"They can wait."
And then his hand landed on your waist. Your entire body stiffened. You immediately stepped away, trying to get out of his grip.
"I said no."
"Just one drink-"
He reached for your arm. He didn't get the chance to touch you. A hand closed around his wrist.
Hard.
"She said no." The voice beside your ear was low enough to make your stomach drop.
Noah. Fuck.
The guy looked at him. Then at the hand wrapped around his wrist. Then back at Noah's face.
Whatever he saw there was enough to make him immediately back down.
"Jesus, man. Alright." Noah let go.
The guy disappeared into the crowd so quickly you almost felt bad for him.
Almost.
Noah didn't even watch him leave. His eyes were already back on you.
And, holy shit.
You knew that look.
His jaw was clenched so tightly you could practically see the muscle twitching. His knuckles were white, his breathing uneven, and there was something absolutely feral sitting behind his eyes.
He didn't say anything. He just reached for your hand.
You barely had time to react before his fingers were wrapped around yours, pulling you through the crowd.
"Noah-"
Nothing. He didn't stop. Didn't look back. Didn't even slow down.
He dragged you straight outside, toward his car. And you knew better than to argue.
The entire drive home was silent. Not peaceful silence. Not comfortable silence.
The kind that practically screamed.
Two weeks of resentment.
Two weeks of pretending you didn't care when, in reality, you were both completely fucking miserable.
The second the apartment door slammed shut behind you, you finally snapped.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
Noah turned around.
"Who the fuck was that?"
"Oh my God."
"Who was he?" His eyes swept over your body, taking in the way the black dress clung to you.
"I don't know, Noah!"
"He had his fucking hands on you."
"I told him no!"
"You still let him-"
"I DIDN'T LET HIM TOUCH ME." You fired back, frustrated that he was misinterpreting it. "I went to that party for you, Noah!"
"For me?" he laughed bitterly, though his eyes were wild with possessive anger. "You left me here alone! Do you have any idea what these two weeks were like?"
"Yes! Because you're an idiot, and I was an idiot, and I missed you so much it physically hurt!".
He closed the distance between you in two strides, backing you against the door until there was no space left to breathe. His hands slammed onto the wood on either side of your head. He was shaking, not from anger, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of how much he had missed you.
“I was fucking dying!” he choked out, his voice suddenly cracking, the anger instantly evaporating into pure desperation. His forehead dropped against yours, his breathing ragged against your lips.
His hand shot up to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing almost too hard against your cheek, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were completely wrecked.
“Do you know what it felt like seeing another man touch you tonight?” Noah whispered, his voice trembling now, raw and hollow. “It made me want to burn the whole fucking world down. Because you’re mine. You’re mine, and I was stupid enough to let you walk out that door.”
“Noah-”
“Don’t,” he sobbed softly, pressing his mouth against yours, not gently, but desperately, like a man drowning, tasting the salt of your tears as he crushed you against him. “Don’t ever leave me again. I can’t do this. I swear to God, I can’t survive another day without you.”
Noah grabbed your hips, lifting you effortlessly and pinning you back against the closed front door of your apartment. His mouth came down on yours in a rough, bruising kiss that tasted like impatience, whiskey, and pure, unfiltered desperation. There was no gentle buildup; it was a punishment and a plea all at once. His hands bunched up the fabric of your black dress, shoving it up past your waist with a rough efficiency that made your core throb.
"You're mine," he growled against your lips, his fingers digging violently into your flesh, leaving marks you knew would bruise by morning. He ripped your lace underwear to the side, his thick fingers finding you already slick and dripping for him. He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, making you gasp loudly as he worked them fast and hard, searching for that exact spot that made you lose your mind. "Tell me you're fucking mine, sweetheart.”
"Yours," you gasped out, your fingernails digging through his shirt, sinking into his shoulders as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. "Always yours, Noah, please-"
He didn't waste another second. Unbuckling his belt with one hand while holding your weight with the other, he freed himself and lined his head against your drenched entrance. With one unyielding, ruthless thrust, he buried himself all the way inside you.
A sharp, breathless scream tore from your throat, instantly swallowed by another suffocating kiss. The feeling of him filling you completely after two weeks of torturous starvation was almost too much to handle. Your walls clenched around him instantly, so tight it made him let out a low, guttural groan against your neck.
He didn't give you time to adjust. The rhythm was fast, hard, and utterly relentless, fueled by two weeks of agonizing space, jealousy, and pure, toxic obsession. Every hard, unforgiving push rattled the heavy wood of the front door against your back, the sound echoing through the empty entryway.
"Look at me," Noah demanded, his voice thick and wrecked as he pulled back just enough to drive back in, deeper, hitting that sweet spot so hard your toes curled and stars exploded behind your eyes. "Look at who's taking you."
His hands shifted, one gripping your thigh to open you up even wider, the other coming up to wrap around your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to make your breath hitch as he set a punishing, frantic pace. You were completely at his mercy, helpless against the feral way he was claiming you.
"Noah, fuck- I'm close, I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me," he growled into the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point as his thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles against it while he drove into you. "Cum all over my dick, baby. Let me feel it."
That was the final blow. Your body snapped, your inner walls rippling and tightening around him in a shattering, violently intense orgasm that made your entire frame tremble. The feeling of you milking him proved to be too much; Noah let out a ragged, desperate roar, thrusting three more deep, filthy times before locking his jaw and coming deep inside you, filling you completely as his body shuddered against yours.
He held you crushed against him, chest heaving, refusing to pull out even as both of your breaths slowly rattled through the silent apartment.
When the initial haze cleared, neither of you moved for a moment. Your feet were lowered back to the floor, but the edge wasn't completely gone. The anger had melted, leaving behind a deep, aching hunger that one quick rush against the door couldn't fix.
Noah took your hand, pulling you down the hallway and into your bedroom.
He didn't turn on the lights. He pushed you gently onto the center of the bed, trailing his body over yours. His eyes were darker now, heavy with an intense, burning need.
"I haven't slept in two weeks," he murmured, his hands slowly unzipping your dress and sliding it off your shoulders, exposing you completely to the cool air of the room. "I almost lost my mind in this bed without you."
"Me too," you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair as he stripped out of his clothes. "I hated every second of it."
"Don't you ever leave again," he gritted out, his voice raw as he guided himself back inside you. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”
“I prom-” You tried to say, but Noah’s insane paces completely stole your breath.
“Fucking promise me” Noah growled through clenched teeth, his fingers finding your clit while his other hand wrapped around your neck.
“I promise,” you gasped, feeling another orgasm rushing over you.
“Good girl,” he murmured, biting your right earlobe. “I love you, babe,” he whispered softly.
A shiver wrecked through you, from the climax, and from what Noah had just said.
“I lov- I love you,” you sobbed out, groaning loudly as your walls tightened around him.
Noah didn’t last much longer, coming deep inside you just a few seconds later. You melted under his weight for a while until both of your breathings finally leveled out.
A few minutes later, Noah pulled out and turned you around, pulling you flush against his chest so your back was pressed to him. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, resting his chin there.
“Folio told me a few things about hennessy and my sweatshirts,” you giggled softly.
“He’s a fucking snitch,” he chuckled softly along with you. “But he wasn’t lying. I was absolutely miserable without you here, pretty girl.” He rested one hand on your hip, tracing gentle circles there.
“I wasn’t doing much better. Rosa had to deal with me crying on her arms, too.”
“We’re two fucking idiots, aren't we?”
Noah hummed against your skin, his grip on your hip tightening just a little as if to reassure himself that you were actually there. “Good. As long as we’re idiots together.” He pressed a slow, lingering kiss right behind your ear, making your skin tingle all over again. “Don’t do that to us ever again. I mean it.”
“I won’t,” you whispered, lacing your fingers with his hand on your waist. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a long, shuddering breath, finally relaxing fully against you. Within minutes, his steady, warm breathing signaled he was falling asleep, but his arms remained locked around you, keeping you close, exactly where you belonged.
Whenever I see a Gerard way post I always picture him sitting behind the screen typing out really slow like a grandma and reading out word by word what he's writing. Idk. I feel like he does that.
