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Noah plans to embarrass his daughter at school to scare a boy away.
Dad!Noah x Wife!reader
Content warning: none
Word count: 600+
A/N: Just a little blurb bc I'm still not over his ugly outfit.
You were no fashion police, but at one glance, you knew it was a disaster.
With a grin so blindingly wide, your 6’3 heavily tattooed husband stood in front of you, proudly showing his revolutionary pattern-on-pattern ensemble. Noah’s big hands rested on his hips as he twirled like a princess— a princess who looked like a hobo dressed in a striped long-sleeve shirt paired with black metal band shorts with a totally unreadable print and, of course, his favorite grimy slip-ons.
“Pretty cool, huh?” He asked, voice so smug as if he had just made a fashion breakthrough.
You only shook your head in response, groaning as you rubbed your forehead. You had been with Noah for 12 years now, yet you still had not gotten used to his sudden bursts of cringe-worthy antics now and then.
“That Austin kid is gonna stay away from my baby girl after today,” he added, showing his overprotective girl-dad self once again.
You had just finished lunch at home, and Noah was preparing to run some errands for you and pick up your daughter from school along the way.
It was supposed to be your turn to accomplish those, but your husband insisted on doing them instead after your 10-year-old had gushed about this ‘cute boy with hazel eyes’ in her class over dinner last night. Apparently, the said boy— Austin— had told her she was pretty, which made Noah stop mid-bite, his brows raising in both curiosity and disapproval.
“Noah, you’re just gonna embarrass her!” And me, you wanted to add.
He was already making heads turn at the school with his head-to-toe ink; you didn’t wanna know how the other parents would react to this abomination of an outfit.
But maybe you were just thinking about it too much.
“Babe, that’s the point,” he snickered. “No sane boy would ever want to go near my little girl again if her father looks this cool.”
You couldn’t help but snort. Nothing about him at the time was close to cool. If anything, he looked like a dork.
Your kind of dork.
He continued, “I’d do this over and over again until she’s 18.”
“She’s gonna hate you so much,” you said between giggles before pulling his head down to peck his lips before combing your fingers through his growing hair.
“Nah, she’s 10, I can just buy her forgiveness with a brand-new iPad.”
You swatted his chest. “Stop spoiling your daughter!”
“Baby, let me enjoy this while I still can,” he countered, smirking as he placed a kiss against your head, his arms tightly wrapped around your shoulders.
Huffing, he continued to whine. “It seemed like yesterday when I was building her unicorn castle in the backyard... she was squealing, running away from daddy tickles... Now, she’s telling us a boy likes her? And she likes it? What’s next? She’s gonna go on a date? She gonna marry this Justin kid?"
“Austin,” you corrected, trying to hold back a laugh.
He groaned, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “Before we know it, my princess is gonna be off to college, and I have no one left to spoil rotten.”
You chuckled against his chest, your hands gently rubbing his back like you’re soothing a baby.
An overdramatic baby.
As Noah quieted down, you looked up at his pouting face. A smirk tugged at your lips as an idea popped into your mind.
Just to appease your whining husband, and perhaps, save you and your daughter from the humiliation today.
“Baby, how about you lose these ugly clothes…” You paused, letting your hand rest against the small of his back. Biting your lip, you playfully batted your lashes at him before dropping what could be the best thing your husband had heard all day.
Content warnings: Boot kink, Will is treated like/referred to as a dog, d/s dynamics (domme!Chris/sub!Will), femdom, masturbation, mentions of fingerfucking a mouth and breathplay (none in the fic), mentions of oral sex on a trans woman, (as respectfully as possible but because Will has a thing for it specifically) girl bulge, mean domme!Chris, “Mistress” as an honorific, degradation kink, cock ring, butt plug, anal fingering (trans woman receiving), unprotected anal sex (trans woman receiving), beloved small dick!Will, Will cries, handjob (male receiving).
Summary: Chris thinks Will would look so cute licking her boots clean, and she knows how to get what she wants.
Word count: Approx. 4,000 words
Author's note: This is a continuation of sorts of this prompt fill. I had a lot of fun with this, honestly. I broke my "no new WIPs in May" rule, yes, but only because MIW/Corey Taylor dropped that damn song ("Playing God," which is where I got the title from). Since it's finished before the end of May, though, it doesn't really count, right? It's technically a fanfic for Will's birthday, I just can't be bothered to wait until the thirty-first. This is once more trans woman!Chris (specific terms used are right below the cut to make sure everyone's comfortable reading), and it takes place at some nebulous point during their tour. Listen. We vibe with timelines. Thanks to @desperatetype for the beta read! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics.
Chris uses "clit" and "cunt" for her anatomy in this. Will describes her as "tight," "hot," and "wet."
Chris loved getting Will low and dirty. More than that, she found a thrill at getting to train him — to make him a good, obedient dog for her.
When Chris had brought up kink, Will had shrugged, offered a vague sort of yeah, I’m freaky that told Chris everything she needed to know. When a man self-described as freaky, he usually knew nothing about actual kink.
But that was fine. She liked sharing her knowledge, and now she could make sure he behaved exactly how she wanted. Chris was a responsible domme, so it wasn’t as if she was being too dubious about it all.
Will’s interest in her boots had been briefly-lived, but it was enough to convince Chris it was worth digging into. She loved when someone was on their hands and knees kissing her foot, after all; the power rush from watching them debase themself was intoxicating.
There wasn’t much of a chance that Will was actually interested in anything raunchy with her platform boots when they started, but Chris knew how to change that. Besides, Will would have thanked her, had he even noticed her efforts — his brain usually shut off moments into a scene.
One of her favorite things to do with Will was get him on his knees in front of her and make him jerk himself off. Sometimes she’d just have him sit there, stroking his own cock and whimpering for attention as she scrolled her phone and shoved her fingers in his mouth. Other times, she’d talk to him, taunt him, squeeze the sides of his throat until his face turned red and his eyes glazed over.
And if he was really well behaved, Chris would let him suck her clit. He’d learned quickly how she liked it: no harsh sucks, no bobs of his head, focusing on the head and lots of tongue movements. It took a while to build her to orgasm like that, but Chris always made sure they had plenty of time. She’d lounge in her chair, tug on his curls, and make him keep masturbating even after he came if he hadn’t gotten her off yet.
It started simple. As she was scrolling one day, her boot found its way to Will’s knee; the next time, she shoved her fingers in Will’s mouth and fingerfucked his throat until he was a blubbering, drooling mess — and then planted her boot on his chest as she told him to cum for her.
Her favorite moment, one she wished she could have gotten on camera, was pressing her boot to Will’s cheek when he was close to cumming — and then watching him spill unexpectedly, a sharp little gasp and wide, startled eyes.
Chris couldn’t be sure it’d worked until she stomped off stage one night, Will trailing behind her after they’d closed with “Slaughterhouse.” She was panting and sweaty as she made her way into the greenroom, the rest of the band lingering backstage, and flopped down on the couch, thumped a boot on the table to start unlacing it.
Will stood a few feet away, eyes locked on her boot; it was hard to tell if the flush was from the performance or the sight, but the way he licked his lips said enough. “Feet hurting?” he finally managed to ask, voice strained.
Oh, how cute. “They’re killing me,” Chris admitted, and that much was honest. She flashed a devious little grin that seemed to scorch so much that Will glanced her way. “You thinking about trying on a pair for a show?” It was total bullshit — she knew that Will had no interest in wearing them.
The teasing did loosen Will’s shoulders a little though. “I’d fall on my fucking face,” he announced emphatically, and that was all he could say before Vinny was walking in and crowing about how Justin almost fell again.
Chris could be accused of theatrics. In fact, she’d preen a bit at the remark, because she was completely committed to everything she did. There was intentionality to her actions, her decisions, her presentation, and she wanted that to be visible. So when she decided to see how far she could push this, could push Will, she had to make it count.
That meant getting dressed up, of course. A full face of makeup, a bit of wistful reminiscing about her old lip rings, and a leather outfit that would have been too much for the stage if only because it would have distracted some of her bandmates. (Justin didn’t need another reason to trip over his own feet.)
It was a tight little leather dress, form-fitting, accenting her chest and hips and barely covering her ass. Chris had her platforms on, of course, as well as black fishnet thigh-highs. She didn’t bother to tuck, and maybe it was partially because Will seemed fond of nuzzling her clit through her clothes when he could feel it pressed to his cheek, his parted lips.
Will walked into the hotel room a little late, a bag of leftovers in one hand. As he scampered inside, an apology died half-fallen from his lips. He stood in the entry, door clicking shut behind him, and stared at Chris. A moment of silence, another . . .
“You kept me waiting,” Chris finally said, tilting her head, “and now you’re just gawking. I’ve taught you better than that, haven’t I?” Not that she minded revisiting old lessons, especially with a dog as cute as Will.
After all, sometimes the pretty ones took longer to learn.
The tone to her words, the bit of sharpness to the syllables, seemed to shake Will from his stupor. “Right. Uh. Sorry, Justin and I—” He blinked, shook his head, sat the bag down and scrambled to shove his shoes off. “Sorry, Mistress,” he finally said, stumbling over the honorific.
They’d tried Mommy too, but Will seemed to take it all much more seriously when she was Mistress. The latter had also earned a lot more squirming, and that was what Chris was after. Arousal tinged in discomfort. Will needed to sweat and weep for his orgasms.
Chris didn’t miss how Will dropped his gaze as she walked up to him. It was reverential, knowing not to look her in the eye when she was in this mood; what wasn’t required of him, however, was the way his eyes locked onto her boots. They were a special pair that never saw the stage, but she doubted Will would notice the difference.
So Chris paused, posed one foot and then the other to give Will a good look at the shoes — and then she glanced up to find Will’s face flushed, pupils blown. Oh, what a good dog he was . . .
“On your knees.” Chris snapped her fingers to get Will’s attention, pointed to the floor at her feet. It was a fluke that Will didn’t fall on his face in his haste, and she grinned openly when he finally looked up at her.
Will looked good like that: on his knees, hands pressed to his thighs, lips parted in anticipation and his face all red. His eyes were wide and placating, begging for something, anything, and she could tell he was already aching to touch her.
It would have been too easy to just give Will what he wanted, though. “Use your words, Will,” Chris chimed, tilting her head and fisting his curls. She forced his head back, gaze raking down the raw and needy expression that colored Will’s features.
There was a pause as Will cleared his throat and licked his lips. “I wa— Can I touch you, Mistress? Please?” he asked, and he sounded so small compared to his usual demeanor. Words usually left him with a resounding, echoing sort of confidence; he didn’t waver or falter, just blurted whatever thought popped into his head.
Not that he’d ever been quite that bold and brash with Chris. Sure, she’d seen more of that side of him in recent weeks, when they just hung out and dynamics weren’t involved, but Will had always been a little shy around her. Once he sank into his role, though, he was timid, and that made him so easy to break.
Chris took her time considering the request. She tilted her head to the side, pursed her lips, kept his head wrenched back at an angle that had to spark discomfort — not that Will complained. He’d learned to appreciate the unpleasant sensations as much as the pleasurable ones, if they came from Chris’s hand.
“I guess you can touch,” Chris eventually decided. “Even if you were late.” She clicked her tongue and pulled Will closer by his hair; she didn’t move, left him to scoot forward awkwardly on his knees until his face was buried in her groin.
The way Will melted into that point of contact was delicious. Lips parted slightly, cheek grazing over the swell of her clit through the dress, and then a full-on buried face. He groaned softly, fisting his own pants rather than reach out.
It felt nice to rock against Will’s face, it did, but what was more enjoyable was hearing the noises it sparked from Will. Chris couldn’t get hard, not really, but just the weight and warmth of her clit seemed enough to set Will into a space full of fuzzy-edged need.
Will whined into her dress, and she swore she could feel his tongue doing its best to lap at her through the fabric. She laughed, let the sound bite with mean-spirited amusement, and then pulled Will’s head back enough to study his face.
He looked fucked out already: pupils blown, face flushed, mouth open as if expecting some sort of treat. No, there was no demand there — it was him begging, wordlessly, for something to fill his mouth. Her pretty dog loved something to taste and make a mess of.
“Tongue out.” Chris watched Will comply, and her grin was briefly, momentarily softened by fondness. Then it twisted up, at an angle, became the smirk of someone amused by something beneath them.
And how she loved keeping Will under her.
Chris scratched at Will’s scalp and then released his hair, taking a step back. She watched him sway before steadying himself, heard the way he gasped for breath despite the fact she’d left his airways unconstricted. “You owe me an apology, but this is also a treat. Isn’t Mistress so nice to you?” she crooned.
Without prompting, without knowing what the treat was, Will wiggled a bit as he sat on his heels and nodded. “Thank you, Mistress.” His gaze was still a bit hazy but focused some in his excitement, leaning forward but still keeping his hands tucked in his own lap.
“I love when my pets have manners,” Chris sighed fondly. She took another half-step back, so one boot was planted a bit in front of the other. Dogs were easily confused, after all. She snapped her fingers, pointed at her boot. “Lick it.”
Will blinked once, twice. His gaze dropped to the boot, and he just stared for another moment. “Lick it?” he echoed, brow scrunching, and that deferential tremor to his voice was gone now. He peered up at Chris curiously, and he even angled his head slightly.
Oh, how cute. Will really hadn’t understood what she was doing. “My boot. Lick it. It’s dirty, and it needs cleaned.” It wasn’t dirty. She’d never worn the pair outside of a scene — but Will didn’t need to know that.
If he was uncomfortable, Will knew how to stop everything instantly. He didn’t seem to feel anything unpleasant, though, appeared more puzzled than anything.
After a pause — Chris waiting so, so patiently, good owner she was — Will moved his hands to brace them on the ground. He cleared his throat, stared up at her for another moment, and then shifted his attention to the boot.
The surface of the platforms was shiny, a synthetic sheen that was still glossy in the faint hotel room light. It was a smooth sort of texture, she’d been informed, even if the aftertaste sat oddly on one’s tongue.
Not that she’d know. She wasn’t the one licking them.
“C’mon, Will,” Chris sighed, placing her hands on her hips. “This is your treat. Don’t make Mistress take it back.” She loved that Will just nodded again, a bounce of curls, though there wasn’t a question to be found in the words.
When Will’s tongue finally made contact, Chris couldn’t feel it — the boots were too thick. She could see well enough, though. The angle he leaned down at, the tilt of his head . . . and then he moaned, low and trembling.
Chris laughed. “Does my dog like his treat?” She took a step back just to watch Will wobble on all fours, almost hit the floor. “C’mon. Follow.” Two more steps back and she perched on the edge of the bed, presented her boot again. “Clean it,” she ordered.
There was no hesitation. Will crawled forward and leaned back down to resume his actions from before. She could see better now, could witness the way he’d hesitate, drag his tongue in a long and quick stripe, then pause again.
She kept waiting for a protest or a shudder or a complaint. Nothing came, though. Will just licked every inch of her boot he could reach — she didn’t bother lifting it, didn’t force him to tongue the soles this time — and whimpered, nosing over the wet material to make sure he’d gotten all of it before blinking doe eyes up at her.
Chris considered that first boot, nodded. “Good dog. The other one needs done, too.” She moved that one closer, leaned back on her hands to watch Will work. He was more earnest now, worked faster.
And when Will was finished, Chris snapped her fingers. “Stand up,” she ordered.
As soon as Will was on his feet, Chris could see what the task had done to him. “Oh, look at you. You’re so hard. I bet you’re leaking through your underwear, hm? Making a mess?” She tilted her head. “I won’t make you clean it up this time. Strip for me.”
She found short commands were easiest for Will to follow. He complied quickly, stopping abruptly as he stared at the pile of clothes he’d dropped. Without her needing to say a word, he picked everything up, folded it, sat it all neatly.
Chris gave a warm smile when Will blinked at her once more, naked in front of her and completely bared. “Good dog. You remembered.” Her gaze slowly made its way down Will’s bare skin: his throat, his shoulders and chest, that soft and vulnerable stomach.
And he was still so unbelievably hard for her, cock flushed and leaking. He really was making a mess.
“You’re going to fuck me,” Chris announced, standing up. “Do you need the cock ring? You’re not cumming inside me.” He certainly hadn’t earned that today, after all. She required promptness.
Will hesitated, ducked his head a little. “Yes,” he admitted. “Yes, Mistress,” he corrected, licking his lips and squirming a bit where he stood.
Part of Chris had considered breaking him of the small, mindless movements, but they were endearing enough she allowed them.
The cock ring was already out — she’d known how her dog would fall apart, even with such a simple task — and she plucked it from the bedside table, slicked it with lube and worked it onto Will’s dick. Once it was snug at the base, she smiled with too many teeth and flicked the tip of his cock.
Will whined as his hips jerked, but he stayed still otherwise. Good boy.
Chris turned away from Will, toward the bed, and climbed up on it slowly. Once she kneeled on it, she pulled her dress up, slowly, until the fabric slipped up over the swell of her ass. She leaned forward onto one hand, pulled her panties aside to reveal the skull-shaped plug base.
“Take Mistress’s plug out,” Chris ordered, wiggling her hips a bit and then arching her back to put it fully on display. She felt Will’s fingers fumble for a moment, and then he was carefully easing it out.
It was cute, how Will would usually handle her like she was delicate until she forced him to do otherwise.
Chris sighed as it slipped free. “Grab the lube and get Mistress wet again.” She had felt Will fumbling for the lube already, but the command was more to remind him who was in charge.
One of the wonderful things about Will was how great he was with his tongue, but she only allowed him to use his fingers this evening. He didn’t need to do much, just slick her cunt and then himself, and then she was crawling up further on the bed.
Will settled behind her on his knees, hands clutching at her hips — not touching bare skin but, rather, the bunched up fabric of her dress. She could feel him grip like he was desperate for more, pawing and kneading.
Like all well-trained dogs, Will waited for his command. The second Chris gave it, though, Will was pressing his cock inside her, a slow slide that barely stretched for the plug she’d used before.
It was still so nice, though, to be filled by something warm and throbbing. It was so pleasant for Will to fuck into her like he’d forgotten about care and reverence and affection, just some stupid animal chasing pleasure.
Chris sighed and braced herself on one forearm, fingers moving artfully over her clit. Everything she did was slow, intentional, from the circles she rubbed with her fingertips to the leisurely rolls of her hips back to meet Will’s quick, abrupt thrusts.
“You’re s-so—“ Will cut himself off with a whine, his hands gripping even tighter.
Chris hoped he left bruises when they were done.
A soft hum, a lick of her lips. “I’m so what, Will?” Chris prompted, voice velvet and rich. It dropped a bit, in moments like this, but she found the rumble more authentic than anything else.
There was a moment of almost-silence, just a soft grunt from Will and the slapping of skin. “Tight. Hot. Wet.” Each adjective came with a thrust of its own. “Beautiful. Fuck.”
Part of Chris wanted to keep Will talking — not because she needed the ego boost, but to force him to find coherency — but she could also feel her orgasm start to warm her throat, her groin, her chest.
“Mistress is so close,” Chris sighed, adjusting her position a bit. “Be a good dog and make her cum.” Which was all she had to say, really, for Will to finally adjust the angle of his thrusts and make each movement of his cock inside of her perfect.
Chris’s orgasms were full-bodied things that set her head floating, flooded her limbs with heat. She always felt so alive and aware of every inch of skin, and this time it was so much stimulus from so many places that she collapsed face-first into the bed, keening softly into the pillow as she worked herself through her orgasm.
Except it was one of those steady, sweet ones that built — she crested, it swelled, there was a brief recede and then it crested again.
By the time Chris’s euphoria had faded, she could tell Will was a mess. “Stop,” she ordered, clearing her throat because she didn’t sound authoritative enough.
Not that Chris needed to say it again. Will had stilled the second the word had left her lips, cracked as the syllables had been.
“Pull out. Slowly.”
Chris took her time sitting up, rolling over, sitting up and bracketing Will between her splayed legs. And, god, did he look pathetic.
Will was crying, face flushed and blotchy. His cock was leaking and swollen, so cute and small and angry, and his fingers spasmed as he placed his hands on his thighs. “May I please—“
He knew better than to ask, usually, but Chris could tell how close Will had come to breaking. She hummed softly, crooked her finger to beckon Will closer.
As Will settled between her legs, so close he was almost in her lap, Chris carefully removed the cock ring. “You’re going to cum for Mistress,” she explained patiently, “and you’re going to thank her. Understood? Don’t touch yet. Remind me why you’re thanking me.”
Chris eased Will down, hand settling on the back of his neck: he draped himself over her, kept himself held above her body, almost like he was about to fuck her again. He fisted the blankets so tightly his arms trembled, and he stared at her like she had something he needed.
He answered, though, ever the obedient pet. “Because my orgasm belongs to you,” Will answered, voice barely audible. “Can I kiss you?” he blurted.
Oh, how cute. Chris laughed, fingers wrapping around Will’s cock. It jumped in her hand, and she could feel him start up a faint, repetitive shudder as she stroked him in a loose grip. “Why would I let you kiss me? You just tongued my boots.” She had thick condescension coating each word, even as another laugh left her as something bright and amused.
Between the refusal and the way she twisted her wrists, Will came so suddenly he seemed caught off guard. Ever the good boy, of course, he managed to whine out his thank you. His body spasmed and he made a choked-off noise, face scrunching and hips fucking up into Chris’s hand — she didn’t even need to do anything, just let him use the circle of her fingers.
After Will made a thorough mess of her dress, Chris hummed and smiled something soft. “Good boy,” she murmured, lifting her hand for Will to lick it clean.
Once he had obediently complied, Chris cupped his face in both hands. “Such a good boy for me, hm?” She kissed his forehead slowly, the press of her lips lingering, and then she pulled back to beam at him again.
Will looked dazed, almost like he’d fallen a step behind somewhere and wasn’t sure how to catch up. His cheeks were still unevenly flushed and wet with tears, but he seemed less distressed now, more settled in his limbs.
“I did a good job?” Will murmured, blinking a few times and then nosing at Chris’s jaw.
A hand slid down Will’s bare side, touch soothing and soft. “You did. You did an amazing job for me, Will.” Chris paused. “If you sit beside me, I’ll clean both of us up.” She helped Will move, made sure he was settled before she stood up.
The clean-up was relatively quick this time: Chris unzipped and removed her boots, unzipped and peeled off her dress. The dress was left crumpled on the floor, boots sat neatly against the wall. She grabbed a washcloth to clean herself up, used a light touch to make sure Will wouldn’t end up unpleasantly sticky.
Their pajamas came next. Chris pulled on a shirt she’d stolen from Justin and a pair of loose drawstring shorts that did nothing to cover her long legs, a pair of panties and socks; she did most of the work of getting Will to his feet to dress him in nothing but a pair of sweats.
She had planned on a shirt, too, but Will swayed so concerningly that she decided against it.
Chris had them both hydrate, an extra bottle of water nearby just in case, and broke the silence to start in on the praise again, now that she knew Will was present for it. (Up until then, it had been practical questions, check-ins to make sure Will was still there, inquiries about requests for DoorDash.)
“My sweet little dog was so good for me,” Chris sighed as she gathered Will in her arms, let him burrow into her chest. She stroked his curls and hummed, glancing over at the boots.
Even as she comforted and soothed, she wondered what Will would look like rutting against one.
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𐄂 warnings/tags: , established relationship, pure fluffiness, just Noah doing his boyfriend duties :3 // all of my writings are fictional only and none of it is actually accurate to anyone mentioned in real life, this is just for fun and entertainment!!
🖇️ ; rosie’s note ✦ ! HELLLLOOO so sorry I disappeared again </3 life has been super busy lately, but after seeing the merch drop and that Noah had his nails painted!!! plus his hair is so long in the new photos!!!! It got me inspired to write a little something about painting his nails <3 🥹
“So you only want a star?” You asked, double checking again on what he wanted before you started drawing the design.
“Mhm just like yours.”
Your heart warmed instantly.. Noah truly did mean every word he said whenever he had offered himself as tribute for you to practice on just a couple of weeks ago, when you had mentioned to him that you were interested in starting to do your own nails at home. It’s been quite a journey but the fact that he was now wanting to match with you, was the sweetest gesture.
During his first set you vividly remember just how excited he was, mostly from his rambling while swapping out different colors about how it had been a long while since he had his nails painted again so this was nice. He also just didn’t want to admit that he liked being pampered and seriously did all of that swapping just to choose black..
Another thing that would drive you nuts was no matter how bad or ugly some of the first few sets came out he’ll absolutely refuse to let you take them off of him, despite how much you hated them. Noah literally walk around with them loud and proud.
Within time though the more practicing you did, the better you started getting. which Noah loved witnessing proudly, you guys would always either be listening to music, watching a show or movie, even just yapping away, however you would have to be calling his attention to stop moving around so much at times.
Because my goodness..
Obviously he waited until his hand was in the lamp to move, first by taking small steps like either playfully poking at your nose, gently squeezing your cheek or making a silly joke to get you to laugh, one way or another, all he wanted was to hear your laugh or at least a smile, especially after seeing you with such a serious face.
And of course the many amounts of little kisses and praises he would give you in between, was always a favorite.
“Have I ever told you that your the best boyfriend ever.” You spoke in a soft tone yet slowly, since you were trying to focus on drawing the black star on his middle nail, stabling your pinky against his other finger in order for your hand to not shake.
Noah stood quiet, patiently waiting until his hand yet once again returned into the lamp to respond, knowing that whenever you were drawing a design you needed to concentrate in silence, a view he loved admiring, or as he claims, thinks you look cute.
“A few times, here and there.” He remarked, pushing back a little strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen from your messy bun with his free hand.
You curved a sweet smile before leaning in forward to place a quick kiss on his lips “I’m serious, thank you for sitting through almost like two hours for this.”
He hummed in response, “well my butt is a little numb but it’s 100% worth it, especially when I get these fire looking nails each time.”
You snorted out in a laugh. “Oh god Noah.”
After the beep went off, you applied both cuticle oil and a bit of moisturizer in his hands. He always loved the little hand massage you gave him while doing so.
“So cash or credit?”
Noah pursed his lips together as he took a good look at his new nails “hm I’m afraid I have neither on me right now.”
“Yikes.. better start thinking of a way to pay up then pretty boy.” You said, getting up to go start putting away your supplies but Noah reached out to grab your hands, stopping you in movement before he brought you over down onto his lap.
“Could cuddles be a possible payment?” He whispered into your ear, wrapping his arms around your torso as he trailed light kisses along the side of your neck.
“I could consider that offer.”
“I give good ones.” His kiss finally leading up to your cheek.
You rested your head against his and stroked your hand along his arm slowly, “I know, I get them everyday.”
“But” he questioned, even though he already knew what you might of been wanting.
“I want food first” you announced, quickly standing up to drag him to the kitchen.
summary: There’s very little that could ever stop Noah from having what he wants when it comes to being between your thighs, and worshiping you with his mouth. Not even your period can stop him.
cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. himbo!noah, afab!reader (no pronoun use), mention of periods, painkillers, free bleeding and menstrual blood, oral, fingering.
wc: 2.1k
At this point, you could set your monthly cycle by the clock. You’ve made the joke countless times about how much of a well oiled machine you are; you never miss a period, and the dates always line up almost perfectly, but along with it comes that deep, aching need that feels like it can never truly be satisfied. There are enough remarks surrounding period and ovulation horniness that it’s practically turned into a meme, except there’s truth to the idea because you experience the former each and every month.
Along with the desire to grind yourself against the nearest surface like a cat in heat comes the overwhelming twisting and shooting pain of cramps that leave you doubled over if you’re not quick enough with the painkillers, timing them just right to squash the nausea before it can fully settle in. Even so, no amount of medication can prevent the way your body flushes with heat, a heat you fear is merely a preview of what’s to come later in life when the hot flashes finally kick in, nor the added exhaustion that often leaves you too tired and achy to fight with your underwear and pads that, if not pulled up quickly enough, shift out of place.
If it were socially acceptable, you’d probably free bleed. If it were even more normalized, and men weren’t so put off by the idea of period blood, you’d probably find someone to hook up with just to appease the burning desire inside you and counter the cramps you’re forced to suffer through.
That is, at least, until Noah.
A man above other men, because when you warned him your period was due, he didn’t skitter away, fearful and grossed out. Instead, he offered to help in any way you needed, and that eventually led to a whole new monthly tradition with him.
In the early days of your period, you’d have been disgusted by the idea of free bleeding, of ever being without a pad, preferring to be doubled up if necessary because you were unfortunately cursed with a heavy flow, changing repeatedly throughout the day to combat any feeling of being unclean. It wasn’t until over a decade of cycles later that you changed your mind, and all because of this golden retriever sweetheart of a man.
Not only did he spend the first days of your period feeding you a combination of grilled salmon and vegetables, cooked and prepared by him, alongside bowls of fruit with the added treat of dark and milk chocolate, but he also surprised you with an unexpected gift.
“What is it?” you asked, unfolding the blanket you’d just unwrapped, your brow furrowed. He had multiple blankets, as did you, but the gleeful look on his face told you this was more than just a simple blanket.
“It’s a free bleed blanket. We lay this down, and no more worrying about staining towels or leaking through onto the bedding when we…”
The implication was obvious, though your face softened at the gesture, and leaning over, you cupped his jaw, silencing any further explanation with a soft, sweet kiss—your response and thank you to his loving, thoughtful gesture.
Admittedly, you harboured a small amount of embarrassment over the towels and bedsheets you’d managed to ruin, all because his seemingly endless appetite never appeared to be satiated, especially during your monthly cycle. There was a teasing quip about him being a vampire somewhere in there, but one flash of those puppy dog eyes and that sweet smile had you weak at the knees all over again, uncaring that he would happily spend half your period between your thighs, pampering you just as eagerly as he provided you with pleasure.
If you’re like a well oiled machine, then Noah is akin to a bloodhound, able to detect your period and its early signs right before the spotting even starts.
It’s no surprise to you that, in the days leading up to it, he falls effortlessly into your routine, fulfilling each and every need he knows you’ll have without you ever needing to ask, and when the blanket is laid out across the bed, you know exactly what’s coming.
It sets alight that heat inside you, coiling deep in your stomach before spreading down to your core, making your clit ache with the desperate need for his touch, longing for the heat of his mouth and the eager glide of his tongue before he presses himself against you like a man desperately searching for something—a bear seeking out honey.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes to start with.”
If it weren’t for the way he looks at you as he approaches, you’d have long pushed him away and dismissed the idea, but there’s not only hunger in those big brown eyes, there’s adoration too, the kind that makes you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
“Are you going to undress me?” you tease, attempting to sound sultry as you reach out, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability.
“If that’s what I have to do, then I’ll gladly be of service.”
One flash of that sweet smile and your knees weaken as his hands brush from your hips to your sides, slowly gliding the fabric of your shirt upward.
He captures your mouth in one kiss, soft and sweet, then another, before his head dips to the base of your neck, the faintest brush of his lips sending a flutter across your skin and straight through your stomach.
“Stop teasing,” you whine despite yourself, your hands sliding along his shoulders until your fingers curl into his hair, tugging lightly.
With your shirt pulled off, you’re barely given a second to think of another remark before Noah silences you with another kiss. This one’s longer, deeper, more sensual, and your body instinctively draws closer as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your period underwear until everything is left discarded in a pile on the floor.
Mentally, he’s already reminding himself to collect them and throw them in the wash once he’s done taking care of you, but for now…
Lifting you from the floor in one swift, effortless movement, he carries you over to the bed, settling you down onto the blanket before easily parting your thighs with his broad shoulders as he sinks into position between them. Behind you, the pillows are already stacked comfortably, offering support while still allowing you to gaze down between your thighs at your devoted lover.
As you raise your knees, his arms hook behind them, keeping you firmly in place while one large, tattooed hand settles against your stomach. The warmth alone soothes the dull ache of lingering cramps yet to be fully combated by the painkillers you’d taken earlier.
Reaching down to card your fingers through his hair, you catch his gaze lifting to meet yours, the sweetest and most obvious heart eyes staring back at you before he presses a faint kiss to the inside of your thigh, leaving a slow trail upward as he moves higher. There’s a ritual embedded in your routine, one where Noah insists on taking his time, kissing and touching you gently, testing your sensitivity with each small act while pouring his adoration into even the tiniest gestures.
A kiss. A lick. A nip at your inner thigh that turns into a territorial suck—your bloodhound leaving a claiming mark against your skin, and then repeating it all over again until he’s nosing along your slit. The strong scent of arousal mingled with iron fills his nostrils, yet nothing deters him when his tongue darts out in the faintest teasing lick before he spits softly against you, wanting nothing more than to make you even wetter despite the way you already glisten.
“Noah!” you gasp.
His eyes remain locked on yours, the faint tug of a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth before disappearing entirely as you watch him lean forward, the slow drag of his tongue between your folds making you choke on your breath.
“T-there…” Arching your hips, you try to guide yourself closer to his mouth as his tongue strokes upward toward your clit, even the faintest flick is enough pressure in your overly sensitive state.
Your fingers tighten in his hair as you tug lightly, the movements of his tongue pulling more sounds from you while he pushes deeper, swirling around your clit before dipping lower to tease at your entrance, dragging out every single motion as the taste of you floods his mouth—metallic, musky, and sweet in a way that’s dangerously addictive.
Closing his eyes, Noah sinks into the enjoyment of the moment, flattening his tongue against your clit as he drags it back up, spreading friction across the entire sensitive area while your hips buck instinctively, chasing the sensation. Flexing his tongue, he adds more pressure, helping guide you toward your release, and the addition of a finger only intensifies it. His lashes flutter in response to the moan you let out, your muscles tightening around his finger as it sinks slowly and deeply into you while he continues to lap at your clit.
It’s as pleasurable for him as it is for you, something noticeable not only in the audible moans he lets out against you with every sweeping stroke, pressing himself closer like a starved man finally allowed to feast, but also in the not so subtle roll of his hips. Beneath him, his thick erection throbs against the blanket he’s pressed himself onto, leaking despite every attempt to resist grinding against it.
You’re left imagining the prominent vein pulsing along the shaft, the way he twitches in response to your touch, your walls squeezing around his finger as it thrusts deeper inside you in long, deliberate strokes. It curls just enough to press against that sensitive spot tucked behind your clit while his mouth latches onto you, overwhelming you with a dizzying mix of internal and external stimulation.
In your sensitive state, it’s overwhelming, but you’re pinned in place, the thumb of his hand pressed against your stomach in soothing circular motions. The faint hums between his muffled moans create low vibrations that ripple through your already sensitive clit, spreading like wildfire through the rest of you. He’s coaxing you toward the edge, guiding you steadily toward the peak of your climax, ready to send you over while remaining there beneath you, prepared to catch you just so he can do it all over again.
You already know that’s exactly what he has planned, because you know him. Nothing stops Noah from wanting to take care of you again and again if he can. There’s nothing more satisfying to him than your pleasure and being the source of it, the reason you come apart with your fingers tangled in his hair as you cry out his name. The fact that it helps ease this time of the month is merely an added bonus to something he already loves doing.
Adding a second finger, you clench around him again while he continues teasing your clit, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the tip, applying direct pressure before easing off into slow, teasing patterns that circle your clit only to build the intensity again. He repeats the process over and over, all with the intention of edging you closer. Inside you, his fingers spread, slick sounds filling the room as he thrusts them slowly and deeply, feeling the wetness around them spreading while his tongue dips lower for a moment to capture it before returning to your clit once more.
He doesn’t care how long it takes, more than willing to spend hours between your thighs, making you fall apart again and again with his mouth and fingers. He can already feel it happening now in the way your breathing quickens and the sounds leaving you grow shakier by the second. Around his fingers, your walls tighten while his tongue flicks against your clit again, chasing that perfect amount of pressure and stimulation as your hips jerk instinctively toward his eager mouth.
Tugging at his hair, your nails graze his scalp, a shiver running down his spine in response. Beneath you, his cock twitches at the pulsing squeeze around his fingers when your orgasm finally crashes through you, completely lost in the sensation of you unraveling beneath him and imagining the feeling of it around him. His mouth remains devoted to you through every second of it, his tongue eager to catch and lap up everything he can, savouring every last drop and taste of you. He continues to chase it even as he withdraws his fingers, burying his tongue inside you once more, content to help you fall apart until both your appetites are satiated.
i find you sitting beside them under the weeping willow tree late into the night, tears unabating. you curse them for leaving you, for thrusting such burdenous duty upon you when you are barely out of teenagehood. you lament the fact that they did not live to see you grow into a real man. they will not be there to help you choose a wife and they will never see you marry.
i watch you cry yourself to sleep in the well manicured grass beside their graves. the wispy leaves swish in the breeze and for a while i just watch you breathing softly. the tree was a courting gift. your father brought it from his home country as just a sproutling for your mother. your father always said the tree was what captured your mother's heart. much like the daisies you used to pick for me in childhood. they still hang by my window, wilted and dried but intact even after all these years.
LISTEN I missed Noah's birthday by, uh, a bit, but I got another request with Nicholas x Noah (that was also for Noah's birthday . . .) that I'm about to take a crack at. I can tag you in it when I post it or just manifest you seeing it, but it's gonna be Saucy.
Content Warnings: 18+, man in lingerie, unprotected anal sex, oral, anal fingering, light bondage
Word Count: 4.3k
A/N: @ladyveronikawrites sent me a thot months ago, and I’ve finally finished it. I was originally meant to incorporate Provider by Sleep Token more than I did, but it quickly got away from me, so I just kinda threw in some lyrics where I could. This is probably the softest thing I will ever write for Pretty Boy.
I lost the original inspiration pic for Will's lingerie, but I did find another that's similar.
divider by @sitkowski
It’s not that Noah didn’t like Sleep Token. It wasn’t how much Will liked them. It wasn’t even his singing, because Noah rather liked hearing him; he loved his voice. It was the fact that he played Provider on a constant loop, so much so that he still heard it even when it wasn’t playing. Permanently stuck in his head.
If Noah didn’t know better, he’d assume it was a hint, but knowing Will the way he does, he simply just liked the song. However, that didn’t stop him from planning something.
Noah offered to take him to a nice dinner, but Will was insistent on making something at home. So, while he was out getting ingredients, Noah set off on his own journey.
He came home to find Will in the kitchen, Provider once again playing in the background while he boiled pasta and heated up a jar of sauce. Noah couldn’t help but smile fondly. A rush of warmth flooded his chest, consuming him completely in a matter of seconds. It was a somewhat familiar feeling, but never before had it been so intense.
Not yet ready to disturb the moment, he observed Will for a while longer until the urge to kiss him overwhelmed him. Quiet and quick, Noah surged towards him, carefully setting the bag down on the counter. Will glanced at him, smile forming. He opened his mouth to greet him, but was swiftly cut off by Noah capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. A soft, surprised sound that devolved into a low moan escaped Will.
The spoon in his hand clattered to the floor, sauce splattering on the bottom of the cabinets and stove. Noah wrapped an arm low around his back and used his free hand to turn off the burners. He pulled Will close then slid his hand up his back until he had a fistful of pristine curls.
Noah tugged gently, eliciting another pleased sound from Will. He maneuvered them to the counter, pushing Will against it. Will twisted his fingers into Noah’s shirt as Noah slipped his hand under his. He dug his fingers into his waist, his skin already warm with want.
It didn’t take long for Will to become pliant, breathless. He went easily when Noah turned his head to the side, allowing him total access to the sensitive skin of his neck. Noah covered it in hot, wet kisses and sharp, stinging bites.
"Thank you for cooking,” Noah rasped, lips brushing a small blooming red mark. “But I can’t wait for dessert. I need it now.”
Noah pulled away from Will, just enough so he could see his face and his dazed, utterly blank stare. He trailed a thumb along his kiss bitten, spit slicked lips.
“There’s a gift for you in the bag. Go put it on and wait.” He spoke softly. “If you need help, let me know. I’ll clean up in here and join you when I’m done.”
“But—“
Noah silenced him with a soft kiss.
“Get dressed, and keep the ribbons close by.”
Everyidea Noah had to pick Will apart to the song disappeared the moment he stepped into his room. The lingerie he gifted him looked far better than he could have ever imagined. Will sheepishly greeted him with a smile, asking meekly if he looked okay. All Noah could do was stare. He was speechless—but the unsure flicker in Will's eyes quickly pushed a jumbled, tongue tied compliment from his mouth.
"Thank you." Will chuckled softly and smiled—small, but genuine; at ease. Noah couldn't help but mirror him.
He happily let Will loop the ribbons over his head and pull him in for a kiss—slow, sensual, and immediately stealing every ounce of breath in his lungs.
"How 'bout you get me undressed, then we can get you tied to the bed, hm?" Noah rasped.
Will gave him a lingering kiss before reaching for the bottom of Noah's hoodie. Noah expected him to take his time, let his hands wander over each newly exposed piece of skin, but he didn't.
Unceremoniously, he tossed the hoodie to floor, only briefly running his hands over his warm skin before sinking to his knees and reaching for the waistband of his joggers. Instinctively, Noah's hand came to rest on Will's head. He smiled down at him as he tugged his bottoms to his feet.
Will helped him step out, ensuring he wouldn't trip. He grabbed an ankle and lifted his foot then removed his pristine white sock, then repeated for the other. Eyes locked on Noah's, Will shimmied back just enough to give himself room to bend down, and kiss the tops of both his feet, then his ankles, his leg, knee, thighs, along every inch of his cock—trailing up the rest of Noah's body until they were face to face again.
Noah thanked him when he gently placed the ribbons in his waiting hands.
It took time to get Will comfortably nestled against the pillows and headboard, and even longer to get his arms bound in a way that wasn't painful. Eventually though, Noah managed to get his arms far enough apart that he could still nuzzle into his neck with little to no complaint from Will.
Noah leisurely raked his dark eyes over Will, greedily admiring the spectacle of him adorned in the white harness and matching panties. The thin silk straps wonderfully contrasted the myriad of colors inked in his skin, and the intricate flowers and leaves sprawled across his hip and chest paired beautifully with the vibrant hibiscus on his neck. Already he could see a flush of color on Will’s face.
“God…” Noah rasped lowly, reaching out to touch his hip. “Just look at you.”
I wanna be your provider
Will tugged gently on his restraints as Noah trailed his fingertips up his side, goosebumps blossoming close behind. He traced along the lingerie, utterly captivated by how gorgeous he looked. The longer he drank him in, the more enamored Noah became. A soft, shaky breath escaped Will as Noah’s thumb brushed over his nipple. He circled the sensitive bud over and over, teasing Will until he began to squirm and whine.
His gaze wandered to his cock–achingly hard and straining against the stretchy mesh material, begging to be freed. Each pass of his thumb caused Will to twitch.
“Noah…”
“Yes, kitten?”
Just let me know that you're mine
The pitiful whine pulled his gaze back to Will’s face. Heavy eyes full of desperation stared back at him. The subtle twitch of his hands caught Noah’s attention, loosely flexing into fists as he struggled to raise his hips.
“The… panties are really irritating.” Noah couldn’t help his amused smirk at Will’s bashful tone. “Can you take them off… please?”
Noah dragged his fingers down his body, delighting in the shudder Will tried so hard to suppress as he pressed his palm flat against his cock. Will pulled on the ribbons binding him and gasped, quiet and soft.
“But you look so nice in them.” Noah pouted. “You’re really gonna deny me seeing my pretty boy in something I picked special for him?”
He accentuated his words by firmly rubbing Will’s cock through his panties. Noah brushed their lips together, a gesture that could hardly be called a kiss but enough to get a huffy whine out of Will. He arched into his touch, breath heavy and once again pulling at his restraints. As much as Noah wanted him to keep wearing them, he didn’t want him to be completely uncomfortable. He’d take them off, but he still wanted to tease Will, at least a little.
Noah trailed his lips along Will’s jaw, all warm breath and muttered musings seeping into him, cock twitching with every whispered praise. He followed the path he created earlier, softly kissing each little mark and leaving more as he traveled lower, covering every exposed inch of skin he could. His stomach flexed with every delicate caress of Noah’s lips.
When his mouth reached the waistband of his panties, Noah locked his gaze on Will. His breath was hot, intentional over his cock. Will bucked his hips, a silent plea for more. Noah pressed a featherlight kiss just below the barely confined tip, then languidly trailed more down, covering every inch he could before following the path back up before closing his warm, wet mouth over his cock, mouthing him like a desperate slut. He wasn’t particularly fond of the way the fabric felt against his tongue, but it was worth the absolute pathetic whine Will rewarded him. Will tugged and tugged on the ribbon bindings, but they didn't budge.
"Careful," Noah murmured. He pressed the ball of his palms just below Will's hips and slid his fingers under the waistband. "You might bruise."
Gently, Noah took part of the waistband between his teeth and tugged, guiding his panties down, just until Will's cock sprung free. He saw his breath catch, and a faint, self satisfied smirk crept across Noah's lips.
"Fuck," he whimpered, desperately tugging on the ribbons once more. "Noah, pleas—"
His plea was cut short. Languid and deliberate, Noah licked a long stripe up the thick vein of his cock, delighting in the way it—and Will—twitched. He ran his tongue along the edge of the tip, teasing him that much more before taking it inside his mouth. Will bucked his hips, trying to force more of his cock in the wet warmth of Noah's mouth. Noah obliged, meeting Will half way until his tip tickled the opening of his throat. He tried to slide all the way, but Noah pulled off.
Will huffed a whiny protest and Noah smirked; he spread his legs further apart and slid his hands up to his hips, pressing against them and pinning Will in place.
"Guess I should've gotten something for your legs too."
Noah nipped the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, then soothed the mark with a kiss. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and popped the cap with one hand while slipping the fingers of the other inside the waistband of Will's panties, a teasing smile tugging the corners of his lips.
"You're sure you want these off?" He cooed. "Don't want me to fuck you in 'em, make you make a mess 'em?"
"Off."
Noah snapped the waistband, making Will jolt and hiss.
"Try again."
"Off, please." Will breathed.
"Good boy." Noah praised, small grin on his face.
He gave him a chaste kiss before tugging his panties off, enjoying the flash of color on Will's face when he suggested he should use them as a gag.
"I wanna be able to hear my kitten purring."
Noah applied a very generous slathering of lube on his cock, the slick sound of his fist drowning out the long forgotten song still playing throughout the house. He let himself get lost in moment, head falling back and a low, heavy rumble sounding from his throat as Will watched, patiently impatient.
A subtle little twitch broke Noah of his trance. Will said nothing; he just stared—pleading and desperate. Instead of making him say what he wanted, Noah took pity on him, finding himself caught in a familiar spell that he wasn't sure Will even knew he could cast.
Noah pressed a slick finger pad to Will's hole, teasing it with light circles, and he shuddered through a shaky sigh as Noah eased the digit inside. Will spread his legs wide. Each slow drag of his finger caused his cock to twitch. He slipped a second inside, earning a pretty, breathy whine.
"You're sensitive today, aren't you?" Noah said softly, with an even softer twist of his wrist.
Will muttered a swear and tugged on the ribbons. Noah watched the heavy rise and fall of his chest, then dragged his gaze up to his face, catching sight of his tongue swiping his dried bottom lip. His eyes were closed, but when Noah pulled his fingers out, they fluttered open, drenched in an absolutely pitiful expression.
He dragged his fingertips over his balls, enjoying the way his cock jumped and how he tried not squirm before he grabbed his own and positioned the tip at his hole. Over and over Noah teased, rubbing against it, pressing just enough to get a reaction.
"Are you gonna be that sensitive when I get my dick in you?"
Noah pressed a little more, easily slipping his tip inside, and Will's lips parted in a breathless gasp. Noah was torn between watching his cock slowly disappear and watching Will ball his hands into fists in a feeble attempt to grab something. He did his best to split the difference until every inch of him was snug inside, hips flush to the backs of his thighs. Hovering above him, Noah raked his eyes over Will, once more admiring how flattering the lingerie was on him. He ran a hand up his side, skin burning hot and tacky with a thin veil of sweat.
His heart stuttered when he kissed him.
"You really are just the most beautiful, gorgeous man I've ever had the privilege to be with, you know that?" Noah murmured softly.
The confession caught them both of guard, hanging weighted between them and deepening the flush of color across Will's face. He stammered a quiet and shy thank you. Noah huffed a small, amused breath, muttering you're welcome before kissing him again and setting a slow, deep pace.
Forehead to forehead, it was an unusually tender moment for them both. Noah was treating him like fragile porcelain, as if he'd break if he breathed too hard, when earlier in the week he was hellbent on breaking Will in two. Will's usual loud, whorish moans were replaced with quiet, rumbling yet airy groans that Noah could feel against his chest—and that he couldn't help from capturing with his lips.
Crawled up on you, do I wanna go there?
Yes I do
Wanna do more than just bend the rules
He wasn't quite sure when Will got so under his skin, became a part of him, but he did. Somewhere, Will became so much more than just a man he was attracted to. Somewhere between a knife and birthday sex and a collar, he stopped being just a fuck toy. It was… different, this warmth and deep rooted affection in his chest, but Noah liked it. A lot—even if it scared him a little.
Noah grabbed Will's thigh and hiked his leg up against his chest, and leaned forward. The slight raise of his hip allowed Noah to sink just that much deeper.
“God,” he sighed, drawn out and breathless, “I fucking love the way you feel.”
His pace faltered upon hearing the equally breathless gasp of his name. He knows it’s killing Will not to be able to grab at him, tangle his fingers in his soft brown locks to keep himself from floating off. Noah craved his frantic and possessive touch just as much, but he can’t deny the appeal of him at his complete, total mercy.
When he stared down at him,—so content, barely lucid and eyes fluttering closed in bliss—a warmth blossomed in Noah's chest, its roots wrapping tightly but comfortingly around his heart.
"Hey, my pretty boy," Noah spoke tenderly, grasping Will's jaw with the same delicacy. "Let me see you."
The words fell on deaf ears. Noah gently called his name twice more but was still ignored. It wasn't until Noah stilled that Will finally did what he asked.
"There's my pretty baby, my good boy." He smiled fondly. "Feel that good you have to ignore me, hm?"
"S-sorry." Will stammered, barely audible.
Noah chuckled lightly. "You're forgiven."
And you're the only game that I like to lose
His smile slowly faded, melting into an adoring and enamored expression as he took time to simply admire Will so consumed in pleasure and him. He stroked his thumb across his bottom lip, following the curve of his chin down until he felt the thrum of his pulse—strong and quick.
The way you look at me like that, got me falling' right back
"I love how you look at me." His eyes flicked between Will's."I love it so much. Like I'm all you have."
"Like you love me." Noah confessed softly.
A weighted silence settled between them and there was a spike in Will's pulse that mirrored his own. He wondered if Will also felt the same flutter in his chest, the same rush of heat through his blood—the same realization: he was in love with him—is in love. Deeply; madly; intensely.
In a flurry, Noah resumed, fucking Will with newfound passion and crashed their lips together before a full confession could tumble from his mouth—but he's certain Will's tongue caught the words anyway, because Noah's captured every pleasured moan and whimper.
Clumsily, he reached for the ribbons and fiddled with the knot until it came lose. Noah no longer cared about taunting him. He needed his hands on him, anywhere and everywhere. Will's hands were on him in an instant—grabbing handfuls of muscle, imprinting crescents at his waist, tugging desperately at his hair. Wherever there was skin, Will touched.
I'm going under this time time
Noah buried his face in the crook of Will's neck, breathless. Will held a firm grip on his hair and waist. He could tell he was close but was doing his best to hold out just a little longer. Each change in his breathing left Noah throbbing, aching, desperate to give Will what he craved.
A soft and meek, barely audible whisper of his name cut through all the breathless panting, the slick slapping of skin. Nails scraped against his scalp and embedded themselves in his side. Noah peeled his face from Will's neck, just in time to watch his breath hitch and eyes roll back as he unraveled, thick white ropes painting their skin. When his eyes opened again, pure bliss gazed up at him, with faint tears sticking to his lashes.
I can give you what you want
Noah couldn't resist going back in for another kiss—just as passionate and heated, but slower, more deliberate; partly, because there's few things he loved more than kissing him, and to keep those three little words inside his mouth. It was a hell of a time to realize he loved Will, and truthfully, Noah didn't want this to be the first time he said it. It felt disingenuous even if he meant it.
His cock twitched, and he pulled out, abruptly breaking the kiss. Noah wrapped a tight fist around himself, furiously jerking until he spilled over his hand and onto Will, adding to his mess and garnering him in silk. The roar in his ears and his choked whimpering drowned out everything else, but if he focused enough, he could just make out Will's encouragement and Provider still looping throughout the house.
Soft fingers ran up his sides and Noah shuddered under the delicate caress, spilling the last remnants of his release. He pressed his forehead to Will's, taking a moment to catch his breath. Beneath him, Will hummed quietly.
And your fingers foxtrot on my skin
I'm going under this time
Noah peeled away from him, far enough that he could admire the way their collective sticky mess complimented his lingerie, but close enough that Will could still touch him. A small smile graced his face, and Noah's heart skipped.
Oh he was so fucked.
Will sighed, melting into the mattress and Noah when he kissed him again.
"You are…" Noah trailed off to admire him once more.
And I told you, I can get it so right
Even in the daylight
His gaze fell to Will's arms—imprints from the ribbon bindings still lingered, as did little red marks. He reached for his wrist and brought it to his lips, keeping his eyes lock on him as he kissed each and every little blemish. Will's fingers twitched against Noah's mouth.
"Just so beautiful, so pretty," Noah pinned his hand above his head. "And all mine."
Just say that you're mine
“You’re sure I’m not gonna be in the way?” Will asked while stepping into the studio. Noah gave him a reassuring smile and kissed his cheek.
“Positive.”
Lacing their fingers together, he dragged Will behind him and followed the sound of music, finding Davis and Bryan already neck deep in preparation. The song faded out as it ended and a new one started. Noah felt Will's grip tighten.
I wanna be your provider
"Something wrong?" Noah glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the blush heating Will's cheek. He shot him a look and Noah smiled innocently. "I thought you liked this song?"
Loudly, he sang along, earning a slap to shoulder and a shove.
Noah felt a little bad watching Will constantly trying to stay out of the way and just standing around, but every time he asked if he was doing okay, he gave him a big smile—the one that always made Noah's heart skip—and told him he was just fine. How could he argue against such a pretty smile?
"No pressure Will," Davis said in between shots. "But would you wanna maybe model something?"
He gestured towards the rack of merch and Will quickly shook head.
"Oh, no, that's okay." Will flashed a smile. "I don't wanna insert myself into your stuff."
Noah walked towards him, waving off his concern. "Bullshit. Go grab something off the rack."
"But—"
He grabbed hold of Will's shoulders and walked him to the rack.
"I wanna see my hot boyfriend in my band's merch." He whispered in his ear, just loud for him to hear. "You know how much I love to see you in my clothes."
His hands slid down to Will's waist and squeezed, pulling him closer. Will exhaled. "Okay, fine."
Noah smiled against his ear and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you, kitten."
The hat struggled to contain his faded pink curls and the metal hoodie absolutely engulfed him, almost comically so. He was about to tell Noah he changed his mind, but when he walked back into the room, Noah's gaze instantly found him.
His eyes shimmered brightly with amazement and wonder, and a very faint, barely there smile tugged at his lips. Affectionate, soft. Tender. Something slow, deliberate, as if he'd never seen him before in his entire life, and like he's the only thing in the entire world.
Warmth blossomed in Will's chest, its petals catching on Noah's words and swirling all around him.
"How do you manage to look better and better every time I see you?"
He stayed rooted in place as Noah walked towards him, completely enamored. Soft, warm hands cradled his jaw, tilting his head back just enough so Will had to look up at him. His smile grew, somehow becoming even more tender. Will's eyes flicked between his.
"I love how you look at me." Will spoke softly.
Noah chuckled quietly.
"Yeah?" He gave him a gentle peck on the lips. "And how do I look at you?"
"Like you love me."
Noah didn't say anything more than a thoughtful hum, but his gaze softened along with his smile.
Oh he was so fucked.
He kissed him again, leaving Will breathless and wondering if that was meant to be an answer.
The chair was by no means big enough for them both, but Will insisted on his rightful place in Noah's lap. Cuddle starved, as he put it. And despite his playful protesting, Noah was happy to have him there—even more so to be done for the day. While he thoroughly enjoyed watching Will model, trying his absolute best to be nonchalant and stoic, he enjoyed having him close the most.
He idly traced shapes atop his shoulder, and stroked his thumb with his as Bryan an Davis went over everything. Every so often, they'd ask for input, but mostly left him and Will alone.
Will adjusted, sinking further into Noah then sighed contently. Noah let his eyes close for a moment, basking in the warmth of Will comfortable against him. Over time, his breathing deepened, and the already loose grip on his hand increased until Will's fingers relaxed completely.
He stared at their hands, a tiny little smile on his face.
Carefully, with his free hand, he gestured to Bryan, signaling for him and Davis to start wrapping up. Gently, he nudged Will, earning protesting little grunts and him trying to both scoot away and get closer. Noah chuckled. He let go of his hand and adjusted so Will had no choice but to wake up.
Will groaned, clearly disgruntled. Noah placed his hand on his cheek and turned his head towards him. His face wore an adorable pout, brows furrowed and a tiny little frown to accompany. Noah melted.
"I love you."
It's not what he meant to say, but it's what came out. Noah said it so quietly, so softly, he wondered if Will even heard him. Will blinked at him. The longer he went without saying anything, the more Noah worried. He was about to take it back—as much as he really didn't want to—but Will stopped him by leaning down to kiss him. He placed his hand over Noah's.
"I love you too." Will whispered against his lips.
Noah couldn't help his smile, one Will was happy to mimic. He moved to kiss him again, but the sound of a camera interrupted.
"Get a room." Bryan teased while looking at the photo he just snapped. Davis snickered.
As Noah was about to tell him they were in a room, Will stole attention with another kiss, making him forget all about his remark.
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how do you think the boys would react to you calling them their government name??
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS ANON TEEHEEEE 🥹
Jolly is straight up confused, nobody in their right mind ever calls him Joakim, not even his closest friends. He genuinely might forget that’s his name for a second, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tries to process what you’ve said before he realises ‘oh that’s me’, getting even more confused that you didn’t just call him Jolly.
Folio is almost offended by your use of his first name. Not even Folio?? Let alone baby/honey/puppy?? Poor boy’s face falls immediately as he mentally runs through every single thing he’s done or said today that could’ve pissed you off, getting even more stressed when he comes up empty, looking like a kicked puppy as he avoids eye contact with you, waiting to be scolded like a little kid.
Nick’s initial reaction is concern, using his full first name?? Yeah, something serious must have happened for you to need to grab his attention like that. Eyes softening and immediately coming over to you and checking your facial expressions, trying to figure out what’s wrong and if somethings happened to upset you, trying to help in any way he can.
Noah strikes me as someone who’d rather be called his name or traditional pet names (babe/baby) on a day-to-day basis. Preferring to use the more heartfelt, meaningful ones sparingly in tender moments, savouring the space between you when it happens. I think he’d have the most normal reaction out of everybody, lifting his head up to catch your eyes, waiting for you to speak with an easy smile on his face.
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It's like...too early for my brain to exist properly SO DONT EXPECT THOUGHTS-
But what if... Sleep Token and Lorna Shore, like played live togther... and since Vessel is like 6'too tall.. he would be the perfect forehead-pecking-height for Will...
Sometimes I find myself thinking about trans masc!Will x trans femme!Noah. I just.. think about it. Two trans people sitting somewhere in the space between "male" and "female," and searching for where they feel like themselves, and somewhere along the way they realize that being with each other is part of being Them.
I wanna teach a girl how to peg her boyfriend by taking turns fucking him in the ass with her until he's a pathetic dripping overstimulated mess and she's eagerly enjoying each and every one of his pained moans.
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