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Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
Noah as a new oc is so exciting to me as someone who’s big on scents (I swear the only thing stopping me from from having a collection is money and space)
Thinking about Noah slowing incorporating sweeter scents into his day while he and reader are long distance. Like other than her collab perfume, he goes and buys candles and car scents that remind him of her.
Noah and reader just being obsessed with the way the other scent and lowkey keeping notes on each others products for when they’re on their own. Buying the other’s favorite soaps, lotions, and perfume/cologne.
Noah taking extra care of his genital hygiene and smell after reader meationed during their first time that she didn’t enjoy giving her ex bjs, hoping she might wanna try it out one day (not that I think he’d mention or be pushy about it more so wanting her to show interest in it)
These are just some of my ideas cause Sunny I swear your ocs just mingle in brain and never wanna leave <3
Hi sweetiepie! I'm so glad you like him, it makes me happy when yall like my little guys :) and now YOUR thoughts got ME thinking thoughts sksksk
CW: mentions of a blowjob
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Although Noah hates sweet scents with a passion, he also knows that you often choose sweet scents, so he starts choosing them too. Gets pumpkin spice and french vanilla candles once they hit the shelves, gets a fruity car air freshener, even starts going to a local cafe and bakery more just so he can feel closer to you in some way. Every whiff of cinnamon and sugar makes him long for you and then he gets sad so he texts you to see what you're up to.
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No but they toooootally do this. Yall share each other's scent of the day and look for it in your collections so you can smell what the other person is like. It's honestly so cute and corny and neither of you know who started it, maybe it was both of you?? You just know that one day you started sharing scents and you've continued to do so ever since. Often times you will send each other samples of your perfume and plan out which scents you will wear on which days so you can coordinate from far away. On the outside, it might look a little controlling, but the two of you feel so much more connected when you smell the other person in a little sample vial.
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I LOVE the idea of Noah manscaping and cleaning extra just so his dick doesn't gross you out, it's so in character, he wants to impress you but he doesn't want to be too upfront about it. He doesn't think you ever notice until one day you pay extra attention to his balls.
"Did your dick go to the spa or something?" you ask as you stroke him.
"What? No, what are you talking about?"
"You're so clean shaven down here," you say, moving your hand to his balls. "It's soft too. Are you moisturizing your balls or something?"
He is.
"What? No, I'm not!"
"Yeah, whatever." You shimmy down the bed until you're laying in front of his dick. "Did you spray perfume here too?"
He did.
"No... well, maybe a little. I didn't wanna smell bad or anything."
"Aw, how considerate of you." You suddenly nuzzle into his balls, making his dick jump. "You smell nice. Like tobacco and vanilla."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you mumble, planting a kiss on the base of his dick, making him inhale sharply. You sigh, sitting up. "Alright, I guess I can suck your dick."
"Really?!"
"But! I have some rules." He settles back against the headboard again. "Don't push on my head; I hate that. I'm not deep throating you because I hate gagging. Definitely no face fucking: we're gonna go at my pace. I will take suggestions on how to make you feel good, but if you're too demanding then I'm gonna stop. And you can cum on my face but do not cum in my mouth. Got all that?"
"Yeah," he says, nodding eagerly.
"Good. Now, give me some time to adjust. I'm a little rusty."
You lean down and take him in your mouth. It ends up being the best blowjob he's ever had.
How long is the relationship with Noah kept private for, and how do they soft launch for their followers who know they have so so so much beef?
Also would love to know how the "beef" makes its way into their sex life uwu
HI AMY THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME AN ASK ABOUT MY NEW BEAUTIFUL BOY
CW: chubby fem reader, daddy kink, masturbation, phone sex
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I think it takes a while for yall to be public about the relationship, not bc you don't want to be public, but bc Noah is terrified of the possible backlash. Like, this man was a piece of shit for one or two months before he tried your collab perfume and changed his tune, he knows that your fans hate him with a passion and will kill his career by canceling him or something.
It's not hard to keep things under wraps since you two are long distance, but when he visits you for a weekend, he keeps quiet in the living room while you film a review in your bedroom, wishing he could just cuddle up to you and smell the new perfume with you for the first time on camera. He's vocal about his concerns and worries, but you brush things off.
"Who cares what they think? They're just strangers."
"That's easy for you to say. You weren't the one being an asshole for months."
"Yeah, but then you met me and we got along great, so what does it matter?"
He sighs, pressing his face into your neck so he can smell you better.
"I just don't want everyone to think I'm abusive or something. I know I was a piece of shit, I was stupid, but I've gotten better and I just want everyone else to see that too."
You hum, tilting your head to lean against his.
"How about this " you say, suddenly sitting straighter, pushing him off, "once you get back home, make a public apology video. Tell everyone that you're sorry for being mean and you want to make amends." You point to yourself. "Then, I will publicly accept your apology and offer to settle things over coffee. You can come to town and show proof that we met and worked things out." Your eyes light up. "And then, for the next couple of months, we'll start planting seeds. We'll follow each other, leave comments on each others' videos, maybe even leave flirty comments too. Once people online start to make videos speculating that we're more than just friends, we'll make a video together confirming the rumors and reveal that we've recently started dating." You beam. "And then we can act like a normal couple together online!"
Noah blinks a couple times.
"Have you always been this smart?"
"Obviously, Sherlock. How do you think I got you into bed the first day we met?"
He throws a pillow at you, making you laugh.
He does as you instruct, the two of you following your plan for a few months. It's excruciating not being able to reveal the truth, but your plan ends up working. While he's visiting you, you shove your phone in his face one evening in bed. It's a video of a podcast.
"Are Noah and Y/N dating? I don't know if I'm crazy but I swear to god that they are. They're just too flirty in each others' comments!"
"I know, right? And like, if they are dating, that's fine, but they should at least be honest about it."
"Well, they might be keeping things private since they used to hate each other. Maybe they're worried about the backlash? I mean, if I started dating a guy who used to bully me, I'm sure yall would think I'm crazy and try to convince me to break up with him."
"Oh, that's true."
"But maybe he's changed! He might be a completely different person in private compared to his online persona."
"And you've gotta admit, his videos have changed in the past couple months. He's much nicer in his reviews."
You pull the phone away from him, grinning successfully.
"Hook, line, and sinker."
You film a video that weekend, but you don't post it for another couple of weeks, letting the rumors fester for a bit. When you do post the video revealing your relationship, there is some backlash, but there is also a lot of support.
I don't know yall, i just don't think it'll work out between them. He seems like a sleezeball.
> but did you see how Noah was looking at Y/N the whole video?? He looked so lovesick! I doubt this is a pr stunt, he seems too genuine.
>> omg im glad im not the only person who saw that! he looked at her like she was a goddess even when she looked away from him he kept looking at her!!
>>> i wish a guy would look at me like that
>>>> omg same
"See?" you say over FaceTime while he continues to read the comments. "They'll come around. You just gotta show that you're not the guy you used to be."
"Y/N?" he says, looking back at you.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
You smile, shaking your head.
"Love you too, dumdum."
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As for the "beef" entering their sex life...
You're long distance in the beginning, so you have a lot of phone sex, and you have the bright idea of incorporating your passion into your sex life. So, you start sending each other scents, opening them up once you're on the phone together. You're both naked already, hurriedly opening your packages, already aroused at what's to come.
"Smell yours first," he tells you, keeping the cap on the perfume you sent to his house.
"Aww, no fair. I opened mine first last time."
"C'mon, princess. I'm certain you'll like it. Be a good girl for daddy."
You whine, spraying the cologne on a test strip, waving it in the air before bringing it to your nose.
"Oh." You take a few quick sniffs. "Oh."
"See? Told you."
"I didn't expect the mango," you mumble, taking deep breaths.
"What else are you getting?" he asks, grabbing some lube, spreading it over his cock.
"I'm getting... a hint of citrus... lavender... leather and a bit of coffee... am I getting this right?"
"You're spot on baby," he sighs, stroking his cock lazily. "How do you like it?"
"It's nice... woody and masculine, but a little sweet and floral. The mango scent is gone already but it's still really nice."
"You want me to wear it for you?"
"Yeah," you sigh, reaching between your legs to massage your clit. "I want you to wear it when you take me out to dinner, and then I want you to fuck me in the back of your car."
"Shit," he groans, gripping his cock tighter.
"Now do mine already!"
"Fine, fine." He uncaps the perfume with one hand, spraying the test strip he laid out and waving it. He brings it to his nose and cringes. "Oh, hell no—"
"What?! What do you mean 'hell no'?"
"Babe, you know I hate perfumes that are too sweet. This smells like a fucking candy store."
"Oh my god, just let it settle! It's so good."
He wafts it in the air for a moment, bringing it back to his nose, scowling again.
"I can't do it, babe—"
"Noah—"
"I'm getting notes of bubblegum! Who the hell makes a perfume smell like bubblegum? Who is this for, toddlers?"
You huff and pout, crossing your arms.
"Fine. Then I guess I won't tell you the fantasy I have for it."
He pauses.
"... Fantasy?"
"Uh-huh."
He sighs.
"Babe, you can still tell me the fantasy—"
"Nuh-uh," you say, shaking your head, looking oh so adorable as you do so. "It's not the same unless you appreciate the perfume."
He groans, slumping in his seat.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
He sighs, grumbling.
"Fucking... fine, fine. I'll go in with an open mind. Just tell me the fantasy so I don't gag."
You humph, but still start your story.
"Imagine us going on a picnic date. I'm wearing the perfume and you don't like it, but I'm wearing this cute new milkmaid dress that pushes up my boobs and cinches my waist."
"Okay..." he hums, stroking his cock again, waving the test strip in front of his nose.
"We decide to go to an arboretum with lots of land and plenty of spots to sit. We find a secluded spot surrounded by trees and flowers, a pond nearby. We set up our blanket and sit down."
"Uh-huh..."
"We have lots of goodies to eat: finger sandwiches and a charcuterie board, and a big slice of cheesecake to share for dessert."
"What kind of cheesecake?"
"Raspberry white chocolate. I tried making it for the first time and it came out perfect."
"Shit. Keep going, baby."
"We eat our food and share some wine, and we get a little tipsy, just enough to make us more flirtatious. You unbutton the top of your shirt and run your hand under my dress to squeeze my thigh. I start smelling like jasmine and patchouli: can you smell it baby?"
"Yeah," he says after a big breath. "Yeah, I can smell it."
"And having you touch me starts to turn me on, so I straddle your lap. You get nervous, worried someone might see us, but then I start kissing you and you forget about everything else."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Your hand sneaks between your legs again. "And then I pull down your zipper and pull out your cock. I sit up and suddenly rub my pussy against you, and you realize that I wasn't wearing panties the whole time."
"Fuck—"
"And I'm just so horny, daddy. I can't help it. I need you to fuck me right here, right now. I need your cock inside me."
"Let me give it to you, baby. Let me give my sweet girl what she needs."
"So I start riding you," you sigh, rubbing your clit, "and I do my best, but my legs get tired so quick. So you take over and start fucking up into me, making my tits bounce and fall out of my dress. And I'm squeezing you so tight with my pussy. I'm already so close to cumming, and I smell like sugar and cashmere and tonka bean. Don't I smell good, daddy?"
"So fucking good, baby. So, so good."
"And I cum so hard I almost fall on you, but you just keep fucking me. I'm whining and crying from how good it feels, and I'm begging you to cum inside me. I want you to fill me up, daddy. I need it so bad."
"Fuck, lemme fill you up, princess. I'm almost there."
"Please hurry, daddy. Someone might catch us. I wanna feel you cum inside me before we're caught. I wanna feel it run down my legs while we pack up to go home."
"Shit shit shit—"
Noah lets out a low groan, spilling his seed over his stomach, even up to his chest. He hears you panting before you moan, sighing with relief a moment later. The two of you breathe in silence, hazily staring at each other through the phone.
"Hey," you smile.
"Hey," he smiles back.
"See? I told you it was a good perfume."
He scoffs.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I like your original collab better."
it’s the way I wanna know everything about Noah and his girlie. you literally are genius. I kiss ur brain MWAH MWAH
Teehee thank youuuu i have lots of ideas!
To start, I think Noah is kind of a nepo baby. He was born into money so he can kind of do whatever he wants without worry. He collected perfume and cologne as a hobby, and when he discovered perfumetok, he decided he wanted to join in. He took on the pseudonym "Flowers" as a last name (his real last name is "Brown") and he gained a following pretty quickly. He specializes in high end, expensive scents that the general public can't usually afford. He kind of plays up the "rich asshole" aesthetic bc it gets him more views. He doesn't really do it for the money, moreso for the attention. I wanna keep his looks ambiguous, but i do imagine he dyes his hair bleach blonde and goes to the salon regularly so his roots don't show.
You started your online presence later than him. You're a waitress by day, and you specialize in cheap dupes that plenty of people can afford. You get a lot of PR due to your sweet personality and kind reviews! You do a lot of giveaways and your fans love you to pieces. You use the money you earn from videos to buy high end perfumes that you can't usually afford. It's like a reward for yourself!
After you two start dating and become public with your relationship, you start making a lot more videos together. On his page, he makes videos taking you shopping for luxury perfumes and shows off how well he treats his girlfriend. On your page, you do a lot of games and challenges, like guessing perfumes wearing a blindfold and pairing perfumes with each other based on how good you two smell together.
I imagine you move in together after about a year of dating. He gets a bigger apartment for you two in his city and you move in with him (you're not upset about leaving your town; you wanted to find a new job and a new place anyways). He tries to spoil you more but you don't always accept his gifts and offers. You pass on the jewelry and clothes and shoes, but you always accept the perfumes sksksk
In the back of his mind, he can't really get over how he treated you. He often wonders if he was destined to be a piece of shit for the rest of his life and doesn't deserve forgiveness or retribution. He doesn't tell you all these thoughts bc he doesn't want to upset you.
He's BIG on PDA! He's always holding your hand or has an arm around you, often hugging you when you two are just standing together waiting around in line or whatever. He won't fully make out with you in public, but he does like quick kisses often.
He looooves going on dates. He likes when you dress up for him, but his favorite part is when you layer your scents. Lotion then body oil then perfume. He likes to guess what you use and gets really excited whenever he's right.
He's obsessed with the way you smell during sex. He'll often initiate sex based on what you're wearing that day, thinking that it'll smell even better with your natural musk. He likes when you spray your perfume on the back of your knees and ankles 💕
It's a petty rivalry to be sure, but you started it. Noah was just reviewing another perfume he received in PR and gave it a scathing review.
"It's too sweet," he grumbles pulling the perfume away from him. "Why the hell is everything so sweet these days? Can the gourmand trend please pass so we can get some real perfumes back into the game?"
The video went viral. His fans agreed while newcomers argued that it was a good perfume. He didn't care. He was getting more money when people got angry in his comments.
But then you made a review in response.
"I like this perfume! The strawberry and coconut combination really shines through, but it's not overbearing. And the whipped cream is a nice addition once it dries down. What Noah doesn't seem to understand is that not all scents were made to please men," you say with a disgustingly sweet smile. "Anyways, this is a great dupe for—"
Noah doesn't listen to the rest of the video. To call out his name over a stupid perfume? Oh, this means war.
He starts making reviews of every perfume you review, and he always disagrees.
"Again, too sweet. This perfume may not be made for a man, but what's the point of wearing a perfume if you don't want to attract a man? One out of five."
"We've gotta stop promoting strawberry marshmallow perfumes. It's so overdone. I think I've smelled one good strawberry marshmallow perfume, but I wouldn't want my girlfriend to wear it. One out of five stars."
"What the hell is the obsession with vanilla these days? Honestly, this isn't special. You could find this at Marshall's. I'd give this a zero if I could. One out of five stars."
Over and over again, he criticizes each perfume you review. He expects a reaction, a comeback video, but you give him nothing. You mentioned his name once and then he never hears it again, and frankly that pisses him off.
Then one day you have a big announcement.
"I've been keeping this a secret for a long time and finally I get to reveal it to yall!" You lift up a pink bottle slowly and squeal. "I collaborated with my favorite perfume company and made my own perfume! I'm so so happy with how it turned out! I've put a lot of hard work into this perfume and I hope you all like it. And as an added bonus, if you pre-order this perfume and use my code, you'll get fifteen percent off your order!"
He's already adding the perfume to his shopping cart before he even knows what the notes are. He can't wait to destroy you in this next review.
To his surprise, he gets a package the next day from the same company. When he opens it, he finds your new perfume inside and a handwritten note.
I figured you'd want to review this before anyone else could. I hope you hate it!
Y/N
He scoffs, but he's already going to his setup to film a review. He decides to do a surprise livestream to review your new perfume. He hasn't even taken off the plastic wrapping on the box when he starts.
"Hello, everyone!" he announces once his audience grows to his liking. "I got a surprise in the mail today and thought I'd do a live review of it for you all. I haven't opened it yet, but let's get started."
He takes off the plastic, and opens the box.
"First off," he starts, lifting the bottle, "pink? How girly can you get? And the bottle may be decently heavy because of the glass, but it looks cheap regardless. There's nothing unique about a rectangular bottle. At least be a little original."
He grabs a strip of paper, spraying on the perfume and waving it around.
"I don't have high hopes for this, but I'll be fair in my review."
He brings the paper to his nose once the perfume dries and takes a sniff.
His eyes widen.
"Uh..." He swallows, taking another sniff, this one longer. "Um... well, I can definitely smell roses, which is nice, but it's a bit fruity too, like peach and pear." He feels his face burning as he takes another whiff. "As it dries further, I'm getting notes of ylang ylang and jasmine and... definitely vanilla but there's also a musk to it that helps everything settle." He tries not to look into the camera as he continues breathing in the perfume. "It's sweet but mature, like an older woman with a lot of power. What's this called? 'Dutchess'? Ah... yeah, the name fits."
His comments are blowing up, moving too fast for him to read, but he couldn't make out the words if he wanted too. He's too distracted by the scent, how it engulfs his senses and holds him there, drawing him further in.
"Uh..." He has to focus. At the very least, he has to wrap things up. He clears his throat and puts the paper slip down despite wanting to keep smelling it. "I have to admit, I'm impressed. I didn't expect this kind of perfume for this price point, especially from a creator like Y/N who always reviews overly sweet perfumes. I think it's, um... decent, and I would be interested in any woman if she smelled like this. I'll give it five—no, four point five out of five stars. It's kind of tacky to put vanilla in there."
His comments fly by on the screen as he clears his throat again.
"Ah, well, that's all I've got today. Thanks for joining this impromptu livestream and I'll see you guys later."
He ends the livestream quickly, exiting out of the app and putting his phone down. He glances at the strip of paper before picking it up, bringing it to his nose, taking another whiff of the perfume you created. The roses hit him again along with the pear, sweet but not overbearing like other perfumes you've reviewed, floral and seductive. He imagines you wearing this at a fancy restaurant, wearing a tight black dress and red bottom heels.
He has to go outside for some fresh air to clear his head and subside the ache in his groin.
Ever since his review of your perfume collaboration, his life has gone downhill. Everyone clipped his livestream and reposted it, and drama channels are making all kinds of comments about it.
"Pretty boy fragrance guru Noah Flowers has finally agreed with something Y/N has done? Fans are shocked by his recent livestream reviewing Y/N's new perfume collab!"
"I can't believe Noah Flowers actually liked Y/N's new perfume! I haven't received it yet, but I'm hoping it lives up to my expectations!"
"I think it's so typical of a man to hate what a woman does but secretly like her, and Noah Flowers is no different. Of course Noah likes her perfume! He probably jerks off to her pictures in private and then makes a hate video about her after!"
His side of the internet couldn't shut up about the incident, and he couldn't get the perfume out of his head. It seemed like every day, he would try to go about his business, but at some point he would go back to that perfume and smell it for a couple minutes before he could continue with his day.
And he would never admit it, but some of them were right. Your perfume scratched an itch he didn't know he had. It was consuming every fiber of his being. Hell, he even held up a test strip of your perfume to his nose while he jerked off one time, just so he could enjoy two things he liked at once.
He couldn't focus, he couldn't sleep. Roses and pear and vanilla and musk fogged his mind day in and day out. He thinks about messaging you and apologizing, asking about the perfume making process as if he hasn't had a few collaborations of his own, trying to figure out how you made such an addictive scent.
He checks his email to find an invitation to a perfume gala that a few companies were collaborating on. New perfumes would be introduced and full size bottles would be given out. He's not sure if he wants to RSVP to the event until he sees a new video by you.
"Yall will never guess what I got in the mail today!" You put a screenshot of the email on the screen. "I got invited to Infinity's Perfume Gala this summer! I've already RSVP'd and I can't wait to go! I'm looking for some plus size clothing brands to buy from so I can get some new outfits for this event: do yall have any recommendations? Also, I have no clue what perfume to wear! Should I wear my collab perfume or—"
He hurries back to his email to RSVP to the event.
The event is as extravagant as they advertised. There are at least five perfume companies he's come across giving out full size bottles of perfume and cologne, and there are plenty more giving out free samples. Noah has found his online friends and is walking around the event with them, chatting while smelling samples.
"Oh, did you hear about the lady going around the event and smelling everyone?" one says.
"Jesus Christ, are you kidding? How tacky."
"I know, right? She's got a bag of coffee beans that she smells in between. She looks like a hillbilly."
"Is it someone we know?" Noah asks, picking up another sample.
"Fuck, I forget her name. Ah, shit, she... oh! She came out with that new perfume in the spring! Wait, you did a livestream on it, remember?"
"Y/N?!" he almost gawks, body burning, eyes wide. His friends slowly smirk, giving him knowing stares.
"Ah, yeah, Y/N. She looks good too. She's got this tight dress on and—oh, hey, there she is."
Noah whips around, eyes searching before they fall on you. Shit, you do look good. You're wearing this skin tight two piece outfit that you fill out so well and some white heels, and you're laughing with some other women as you walk. He wonders if you're wearing your collab perfume. Would it smell better if it settled on your skin or your hair? Would it drive him even crazier—fuck, you're walking over here.
He turns quickly to look back at the table as his group greets yours. Your voice sticks out to him, so sweet and cheery within all the noise of the event. He can't look at you. What if he gets hard? What if he does so and you notice? God, that would be so fucking embarrassing that he could die—
"C'mon, Noah, quit being shy," his friend says as he turns Noah around to face you. Despite how he's treated you online, you still smile kindly at him.
"Hi, Noah."
"H-Hi Y/N..." he mumbles.
"I kinda figured you'd show up to this, but I wasn't sure if we'd bump into each other! Small world, right?"
"R... Right..."
"Oh, I just have to know what you smell like."
"Wha—"
Before he can react, you've approached him, grabbing his suit and pulling him down so you can take a deep breath from his neck.
"Oh. My. God." You take another whiff. "Holy fuck, you smell good! I'm definitely getting the leather, but I can smell amber too and it's soooo good. What are you wearing?"
"T... Tom F-Ford's Tuscan Leather..."
"Oh my god, seriously?! I can't believe it! I mean, it smelled good in the store, but I didn't think it'd smell this good on somebody else! I wanna get their Lost Cherry sooooo bad but I just can't justify the price point—"
He can't focus. You're so close, and you smell so good. It has to be your collab perfume, but somehow it smells even better on you, so floral and divine. He wants to smell you more, but he stays still as you keep sniffing his neck and collar. Shit, he feels his cock pulsing. If you get any closer to him, he might pop the biggest boner he's ever had—
"Jeez, Y/N!" one of the women says, pulling you away from him. "You've sniffed, like, every guy at this gala. You've gotta chill out!"
"Sorry, sorry!" you say to the group. "I can't help it! I gotta find the perfect perfume so I can make my future boyfriend wear it!"
'Future boyfriend': does that mean you don't have a boyfriend now? Are you single? How can you be single when you look and smell so good? Noah watches as you pull out a small bag off coffee beans and stick your nose in the opening. Fuck, you're so fucking cute—
"You ladies busy later? Wanna join us for dinner?" his friend asks, and Noah suddenly can't stop thinking about sitting next to you during dinner, that delicious perfume clouding his senses.
"Nah, we're good," one of the other women says. "We're gonna have a girl's night, but thanks for offering."
"Well, don't have too much fun."
"We will!" you beam, saying your goodbye's before dragging your friends off. "C'mon, I wanna see if Coach has full size bottles!"
Noah watches you go, focused on the sway of your hips as you walk away. His friend shakes his shoulder, bringing him back to the present.
"Dude. Your dick is popping out."
Noah panics, looking down just to find that his pants aren't tented. The other men laugh.
When he leaves the gala, he goes back to the hotel room to shower and change, spraying a new cologne for dinner. The dinner is nice, fancy with dimmed golden lighting, but he can't stop thinking about you, hiw pretty you looked, how good you smelled. He gas to adjust himself under the table just to sit comfortably.
He gets an Uber back to his hotel, wishing he had a better buzz. He's still thinking about you, his thoughts far from pure. Maybe he'll jerk off when he gets back to the hotel room. He has your perfume in his checked luggage; it wouldn't hurt to take a whiff while he fists his cock, right?
When he gets out of the car, another car pulls up behind, the door opening and the sound of pop music leaking out. Two women stumble out of the car, laughing and singing together, holding on to each other. One of them is you.
"Y/N?" he says without thinking. You look up and smile.
"Oh my god, Noah! Are you at this hotel too? Small, small world!"
"Are you drunk?"
"Naaaaah! I just got a good buzz going! She's drunk tho," you motion to your friend who is swaying.
"Nah... I'm good, I'm good... Just gotta get to bed..."
"Let me help you," he offers, walking over.
"Oh, for real? That's so nice of you, Noah!"
"It's nothing. What floor are you on?"
Noah helps your friend to the third floor as you follow behind. He keeps her from tumbling as you unlock her room and help her inside. Once she's safe in bed, you exit the room, where he is still standing, hands in his pockets.
"Thanks again for your help," you tell him once you get in the elevator together. You're wearing a mini dress now, with heels that have ribbons winding up your calves. He tries to smell you, but you're too far away for him to do that without seeming weird.
"It's no problem," he mumbles as a reply, staring down at his polished shoes. You stand in silence together for a moment before you turn to him.
"My perfume collab was a hit," you say. "The company wants to do another."
"Oh, really? That's great."
"Yeah, but I don't know what I wanna do this time. I have a prototype but I don't know how people will feel about it."
"Well, what are the notes?"
"Ah, it's too hard to explain. It'd be a lot easier if you smelled it. Why don't you come by my room real quick so you can see—or, I should say smell—what I'm talking about?"
He's in dangerous territory now. He should say no. He's not sure if he could contain himself if he was with you in a tight space surrounded by your scent.
"C'moooon, Noah. It smells soooo good, I promise! Just come smell it real quick and then you can go to bed."
Your room is identical to his, but it smells way nicer. Vanilla lingers near the shower, and he glances to see a body cream and oil on the sink. He wonders how soft you feel as you dig around your bag.
"Okay, so it might not be up your alley, but I want you to go in with an open mind. Keep smelling this until I tell you to stop," you say as you toss your coffee bag to him. He catches it, opening it and sticking his nose inside as you pull out a boring bottle.
"You gonna tell me the notes or what?"
"Nooo, I want you to guess! That's the fun part, isn't it?" you ask, dousing yourself in the perfume. He thinks it's excessive to be spraying so much on yourself, but he also finds himself excited to smell this new scent on you.
"Okay," you say twirling for a bit to air out the perfume before you walk towards him. You smile, tilting your head slightly to present your pretty neck. "Smell me."
He hesitates, slowly lowering the bag, a wave of pomegranate hitting his senses. He leans down quickly for a better scent, taking a deep breath. He was right about the pomegranate, but there's also raspberry and orchid and violet and mahogany.
"Oh my god," he whispers, burying his nose into your neck and sighing after a big breath. "Oh my god—"
"You like it?" you ask, voice soft.
"Do I like it?" He takes another deep breath and has to stop himself from groaning. "You smell fucking incredible. If I had a girl that smelled like this, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of her."
You hum, and he realizes how close you are to his own neck.
"You smell good too," you whisper. "I've smelled this before."
He scoffs.
"I doubt it—"
"No, seriously." You grab his suit jacket and pull him down further, taking another whiff. "It's... woody and aromatic. I know this scent, I swear..."
You hum in thought as he continues to appreciate your scent. He doubts you know it. Not even his friends could guess what he was wearing.
"Hah!" You pull away with a smile. "Mélange by Christopher Watkins!"
His eyes widen.
"I knew it!" you gleam, bouncing up and down.
"How did you..."
"I got this scent last summer!" You pull him back in and take another whiff. "It starts with lavender and juniper berries, but then it settles into tonka bean and patchouli. I was obsessed with this scent for the longest time because it was so good but basically unheard of. I got it for my boyfriend at the time but then he took it when we broke up. I was so pissed."
You hum, rubbing your face into his collar, sighing happily.
"I wish I could smell this all the time with a man's natural musk."
"I can't believe you know this cologne."
"How could I forget it? I sprayed it on my boyfriend's balls so I would actually enjoy giving him a blowjob."
That makes him swallow hard. The thought of you bare on your knees in front of him, wanting to please him. Shit, now he's thinking about sixty-nining you, your cunt suffocating him with your scent as you suck him off. He wonders what your pussy smells like when it's dripping wet—
"Noah."
He looks down at you, shocked at the seductive smile you're giving him.
"Don't you think we smell good together?"
"H-Huh?"
"I think our perfumes smell so good together. Like rough sex during a thunderstorm, hot and passionate and needy." Your hands run along his chest, finding his neck, fingers teasing his hair. "I bet it'd smell even better with real sex, all the sweat and musk mixing in, with our perfume."
He has to leave. If you keep talking like that he's gonna go crazy, but you're leaning into him and you smell so good and your body is so plush and soft.
A crack of thunder makes you jump, glancing at the window. It starts pouring rain shortly after, making you huff and look at him.
"Would you look at that?" you coo, leaning closer, lips just a breath away. "A thunderstorm."
"I told you it would smell even better," you sigh, twisting in the sheets as he thrusts into you.
"Yeah, yeah. You want me to say you were right or something?" he pants, trying to keep his rhythm, but the mix of your scents is distracting.
"Yeah," you huff, reaching out just to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. Your perfume is overwhelming in this position, making his head fuzzy. "Tell me that I'm right."
He huffs, about to disregard what you say, but you push the back of his head down into your neck and that delicious smell enraptures him all over again.
"Yeah," he says, pressing his nose into your neck, taking a big breath in. "Yeah, you were right."
"I was always right, wasn't I?"
"Don't push it—"
"C'mon, just say it. It'll make me cum easier."
He blinks, looking at you, seeing your adorable pout. He huffs.
"Alright, fine. You were always right."
"Ha ha!" you tease, pinching his cheeks. "I made you say it! I was right, I was right, I was—oh!"
He speeds up, thrusting harder, making you squeal and whine.
"You're so fucking annoying," he grumbles.
"Y-Yeah," you moan, tossing your head back as you palm your breast. "But at least I smell good."
He scoffs, but he doesn't deny it, instead choosing to tuck his face back into your neck so he can smell you while he fucks you.
"Do you usually get this wet? Or is it because of me?"
"Which answer will make you rub my clit?"
"Just be honest."
You huff, nosing at his neck.
"Honest, huh?" He grunts in reply, his hand trailing down your stomach as you shakily exhale. "Honestly, I usually get this wet, but it's been a long fucking time."
"Yeah?" he whispers, thumb pressing between your plump folds to fiddle with your clit. "How long?"
"Jesus, I don't know. I don't keep track—oooh, fuck, right there!"
He focuses on the spot, listening to your pleas for him to go harder, then faster.
"Oh my god, da—N-Noah!"
"What?" he asks, slowing down, making you whine.
"No, no, no, I wanna cum—"
"You almost said something. 'Da'? 'Da' what?"
You whine, turning your head away, eyes squeezed shut.
"Don't make me say it. It's embarrassing."
"I'm not gonna laugh at you."
Still, you keep your mouth shut, even as he rocks into you. He leans down, ghosting your ear.
"Were you gonna call me 'daddy'?"
You whine, tucking your face into his neck.
"Just tell me, Y/N."
"... Y-Yeah..."
His dick twitches at the thought.
"You can call me daddy. I don't mind," he whispers reassuringly. You keep quiet, so he stops completely, making you whine unhappily. "Tell daddy what you want."
You nuzzle into his chest, squeezing his shoulders.
"...Please fuck me daddy. I wanna cum."
He swallows hard as he pulls back, thrusting in hard, making you squeak. He builds up his pace again, giving you that same rhythm as before, making you moan.
"You wanna cum for daddy?"
"U-Uh-huh!" you mewl.
"What can daddy do to make you cum?"
You pull away and look up with glassy eyes.
"Kiss me," you almost beg, and he complies with your request immediately, crashing his lips to yours, swallowing your moan. Your hips curl into his, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. One hand is rubbing your clit quickly while the other toys with your breast, squeezing and pinching and pulling. He knows you're almost there; he can feel you pulsate around him. He's certain that just with a little more work he can—
You pull away, letting out a wail. At the same time, he feels your cunt clench down on him, making him struggle to move. It's all too good: the way you sound and look and smell. He's not going to last much longer. Even just the look you're giving him now makes him want to let go.
"Lemme go," he says quickly, pulling at your leg. "I'm gonna cum."
"Then just cum in me then."
"What?" he asks, shocked, but his dick is harder than ever, ready to bust at any moment. "N-No, I can't, I can't get you pregnant, I—"
"Dummy," you mumble, rolling your hips, making him gasp. "I'm on birth control. Just cum in me already. If you don't, I'm gonna have you make me cum again and—"
Before you can finish, he's reached his climax. He pushes in as far as he can go, letting out this low groan in the back of his throat as warmth blooms inside you. You pout as he starts gasping for air.
"Damn. I wanted to cum again."
He huffs, riding out his high before he leans down, grabbing you and flipping you both over so you're laying on top of him, his cock still inside you.
"You good?" you finally ask, pushing against his cheek. He bats your hand away but doesn't stop you when you do the same action again.
"Yeah... I'm good. Are you good?"
"I guess." You sit up on his cock, the view turning him on. "I wanna cum more."
"Jesus," he groans. "I didn't satisfy you?"
"You did, but I still want more." You bounce gently on his sensitive cock, making him sputter. "I wanna cum so much I can't even move."
"Fucking—" He pulls you up and off his dick, sighing with relief once you're off of him. You pout, kneeling beside him as he catches his breath. He glances at you, your lip jutted out, and feels a wave of heat go straight to his dick. He sighs, sitting up against the headboard. "Gimme five minutes to recover and then I'll fuck you again, alright?"
The giddy squeal you let out just makes his body burn hotter.
makki and mattsun always argue about which one of them you want to fuck. you're always over at their apartment, hugging them for too long, sleeping over in their beds when you're "too tired to leave."
makki swears that you let him cup your tits one night when he spooned you
mattsun says you've slept in his bed without panties before
the answer comes one night when you wedge yourself in between them on the couch to watch a movie and end up with your hands on both of their cocks-
knight who is on the verge of breaking his vow when he submits and allows his lady to completely undress before him and grind on his lap, watching her get herself off over the bulge in his pants, and who is absolutely stressing over it.
the pleasure he feels in that moment overrides the stress though - well, at least for a little while - so he stays put, breathing hard and heavy, too scared to touch you because you’ve never given him permission to put his hands on you, all while bucking his hips slightly upwards in secret and in time with your rhythm, praying that you won’t notice.
sex with a nerd who looks up at you star-dazed as you ride them. pupils blown out wide, their hands trembling as they rest on your thighs because they don't know where else to put them (until you guide them where you want to feel them). their hips involuntarily twitching upwards and rutting into you when you tease to pull out early, the stammered love confession when all you asked them to do is beg. their head thrown back and the half-pleading, half-feral groan when you trail kisses down their exposed neck during the aftermath. how easily they flip you around to bury themselves inside of you again and again and again
knight who is on the verge of breaking his vow when he submits and allows his lady to completely undress before him and grind on his lap, watching her get herself off over the bulge in his pants, and who is absolutely stressing over it.
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