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I update my ao3 and post stuff there the most often, it’ll probably take a while for here as well as my wattpad depending on how busy I am, ao3 usually comes first, then tumblr.
My ao3 has more different fandoms if you’re interested. Might dump them here someday in the future.
Happy pride! After Harley breaks up with Joker she decides to spend time with Ivy and confess to her.
!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!
She steps inside the botanical gardens, the air thickening around her, the feeling heavy on her feet with every step she takes. She's only here for one thing after all; the plant lady, the one that she truly loves deep down inside instead of that sickening clown with the ugly grin. Her pigtails swinging back and forth as she makes her way to where her true love rests and rises.
"Hello??? Ivyyyyy? Earth to Ivy??" The pigtailed girl says, tapping on the plant lady's shoulder enthusiastically; Ivy looks down for a split second getting a minute to get her bearings on what's happening and taking a deep breath before letting the following words flow out of her mouth. "Hey.. what's up Harley?" She replies, her red hair flowing beautifully around her leaf covered body. Harley stutters, not knowing how to confess she's in love with her and not joker. (Love sucks after all.) so instead she blurts out something different.. hoping to spend more time with her and try get a little closer than usual.
"Ives do ya wanna mess with B-man..? Like.. together?" She blushes, swaying her body side to side eagerly.
"But don't you usually do that with joker?" The plant lady speaks cupping the girls cheek in her hand, looking into her icy blue eyes. Harley sighs not knowing how to word what's going on between her and the evil clown. "W-well things with Mister J are complicated now.. but that shouldn't stop two girls from having a fun lil girls night, right Red?" Her eyes glimmer with sparkles of hope, hoping her invitation is accepted by the one she now admires.
"You miss me that much, Harls?" Ivy teases making her turn into a blushing mess. "W-well you're my best friend after all dummy!!" Harley frowns and crossed her arms cutely. "I know hun, i'm just messing with you" she chuckles, pushing hair behind Harley's ears to get a better look at her flushed state.
"Aw shucks! Where is he?" Harley pouts looking around franticly with some random binoculars Catwoman stole for her when the two first met. "Batman spotted." Ivy says, manipulating a near by plant on the rooftop making it so it wraps around him and brings him up high in the air; restraining him before putting him down on top of the tall building.
"Hiya B-man!! Nice weather up here ain't it Bats?" Harley grins eagerly. "Hey Ives!! Can I kick him? Pleaseeeee Ive? Needa take my boredom and stress out on some-bat! And we didn't capture him for nothing!"
"Go for it~"
And with the queue she's given; the pigtailed girl kicks the bat right in his stomach "HHHIIIIIYYYAAA! Take that Batman!"
The bat doesn't flinch at all, his batsuit clearly protecting him even from the littlest scratches. He feels nothing.
So she tries again...
And again...
And again...
And so on...... wwellllll..... until she gets interupted by no one but the Dark Knight himself.
"Are you done kicking me yet, Miss Quinn? I got the joker to catch." Batman says blankly, clearly no expression at all in his voice. Classic Batman for you.
She gives him one more kick and punch to the stomach; making him flinch before she answers "yeah yeah.. If you're trying to catch Mister J then go ahead B-man! I have no need for that clown! I have Ivy by my side who is even better!" Harley smiles, putting her hands on her hips proudly.
"Aw you're so kind to me Harls~" the plant lady blushes, and with that, Ivy unwraps Batman from her vines letting him go deep into the night.
The plant lady walks over to Harley curiously, a question burning in her mind that she NEEDS to know the answer to. "Harls.. honey.. Why the sudden urge to be independent? You've never hated and ignored joker this much before to the point you're encouraging Batman to go after him even more than usual."
"Welllllll... decided I don't need him in my life anymore, ya know Ives? n exactly what I said to the Bat! I wanna team up with my bestie plant loving red head instead!" She grins, taking Ivy's hand in her own, their fingers filling in the gaps of each others like a puzzle piece. "Oh wow, you finally made a decision on your own for once. Cmon Harley let's get out of here. This rooftop we're on is.. kind of cold." She laughs sarcastically.
"So uh.. Harls? have you two officially broke it off yet?"
"Nope! Mister J is gonna flip out! gotta prepare for it ya know? Never know when the guy will strap a bomb to ya while your sleeping! Or push me into a pool of acid again"
"Pretty extreme stuff.. If you end up needing a hand let me know. Or a deadly plant, probably would be more useful in this situation anyways.
Hand in hand, fingers interlocked; the two of them head back to the botanical gardens. "I need to water my babies.. can you go fill up a watering can? There's some next to the bench on the left." Ivy says sighing and petting a flytrap, disappointed that she got caught up in her own thoughts and forgot to water them. "Here ya go Red!" She's smiles and takes the watering can from the pigtailed girl, walking over to where the plant beds are. She sprinkles each one with water making sure they're well hydrated and all of them have enough light.
"Do you have a favorite one? A plant I mean" Harley asks curiously.
"I love all of my little ones equally. They're all so precious to me, so full of life."
"Just like how I love you!" Harley blurts out.
"You... love me?" Ivy blushes. Clearly flustered from her words.
"Uh-huh!" She smiles, giving the plant lady a big hug, wrapping her arms around her as much as she can.
Her hands run down the green one's body, tangling their legs together. "Pammy.." the girl whimpers as she grinds against her thigh. Ivy stops the girl, making sure they both take off their clothes before they continue.
The girls are now laying fully nude on each other, with the pigtailed one on top. Harley grazes her lips against Ivy's neck, biting down slightly enough to leave a mark.
The plant lady summons a vine, thick enough to resemble a dick, she thrusts it inside Harley making sure it's deep enough to hit all the right spaces. "Pam.." the girl moans, she positions her tongue over Ivy's clitorus licking and sucking gently as the vine penetrates her vagina, making sure both of them feel pleasured. "Keep going Red.." Harley moans, her toes curling in pleasure and her moans slipping out to the rhythm of the thrusts.
"Your mouth feels so good Harls.. just like that. Good girl." Ivy praises, her voice soft and encouraging.
She lets out another whimper in response. "Aww is someone close already?" The green one teases. Harley just nods; silently begging and pleading to be allowed to cum. After a few more thrusts she breaks, crying out Ivy's name as she squirts all over the vine, biting down on Pam's clit making her cum as well at the same time.
"I love you Ive.." Harley murmurs, nuzzling into Ivy's neck.
"I love you too." The plant lady says as she wraps both of them in vines, making a makeshift bed for them to rest in.
Is this a safe space to say that I need dom Noah to make you come until you literally can’t anymore. Til tears streak down your cheeks. Like imagine high sex drive reader coming to him absolutely desperate, needy and always insatiable, practically on the verge of the tears in your desperation, and he just gives you what you need and then some. On his fingers, on his tongue, on his dick, with a wand to your clit, you name it, murmuring all sorts of filth in your ear. Spanking your pussy. Yeah, I need it
OH THIS IS A VERY SAFE SPACE!
I have had this half-written for months and finally found some inspiration to finish it. I may have gone way too far... oops!
Noah has been busy lately—so much so that he hasn’t been able to put his attention on you the way he would like, the way you would both like. He’s working on a new song. It’s like a constant melody playing in his head, begging to become something more. And you know when that happens, that it’s useless to try to ask for anything. So, you’ve been patient.
Well, mostly.
Tonight, you just can’t help yourself. You’re a horny mess, and you have been all day. You woke up with Noah’s hard dick pressed up against your ass, and it set you off immediately. He didn’t play into it or acknowledge it at all. He simply went about his day by showering, eating breakfast, and heading to work. And you’ve been left to your own devices with so much time to think about his length. You tried to ignore the warmth in your belly all day, but it didn’t go away. If anything, it has gotten worse with the passing hours.
You haven’t been this worked up in a while. Noah doesn’t let you touch yourself ever—a rule you two established early on in your relationship. Most times, you’re okay with it because he often gives you what you want when you want it. But it has been days since you got to feel his cock in your tight little pussy, and you’re absolutely fucking desperate for it—and for anything else he’s willing to give you.
You walk into Noah’s home studio with the softest little expression on your face, eyes innocently wide, and lips pouty. He doesn’t turn around, even as the door creaks.
“What is it, baby?” He asks, still facing the monitors.
You catch a glimpse of the song he’s working on, but none of it makes any sense to you. Your eyes drop down to Noah. You can only see the back of his short-cropped brown hair and the broad expanse of his shoulders that are covered in a simple black tank top. He usually stays comfortable and casual when he’s working from home, and you’re always grateful for the opportunity to see more of his perfect ivory skin. You wet your bottom lip as you step into the room.
“I just wanted to see you,” you answer softly.
It’s not a lie, but it certainly isn’t the whole truth. Only moments ago, you were fully prepared to beg for what you want and leave no room for Noah to question just how badly you’re aching for it. But now, when you’re only a few feet away from him, you’ve lost all your confidence.
You’ve been together for years, but he can be quite intimidating, especially when he’s working. There’s a seriousness to him that isn’t always there. It makes itself known in the way his shoulders settle high up by his ears. He’s full of unwanted tension. It almost scares you. He hasn’t ever been violent, but the intensity is unsettling. Or rather, it can be when you’re not horny out of your mind. Right now, it is incredibly attractive.
An unsteady sigh is all you can hear as his hands freeze against the keyboard. “Baby,” he starts, moving to grip the desk instead.
With the way he is sitting, you can only see a sliver of the tattoos on his right hand, but there’s enough to notice that his knuckles are turning white. He’s annoyed that you’ve interrupted because he knows what you want. You just aren’t going to get it until you speak up. Finally, he swivels in his chair, turning his back to the monitors, and letting you get a good look at his handsome face.
He’s a little tired from a long day of working on music. His eyes are half-lidded, dark brown hair an absolute mess as it falls in front of his eyes. There’s an impressive amount of stubble around his mouth and spreading over his jaw. He hasn’t shaved in at least a week, but you love the way it shadows his soft face—especially with the lights from his computer set up cascading shades of blue over his cheeks.
“Use your words,” he demands.
His words seep into your skin simply due to the intentional tone he uses. It’s low, deep, and serious. You’ve playfully coined it as his dom voice, but he doesn’t enjoy the nickname. He wants you to take it for what it is: an order.
The dark edge of his command melts away all your hesitation and weariness with ease. This is something you can handle, something you welcome. You get down on your knees and look up at him through your eyelashes. Your vision is a little blurry, and you use the back of your hand to wipe at your eyes. You didn’t even realize you had begun to cry, and it must look pathetic to Noah, but the smirk on his lips and the arrogance etched into his expression are enough to know that he fucking loves you like this. Desperate and crying for any sort of relief.
“Please, daddy,” you whimper. “I need it.”
“Need what, baby?” He asks. His hands are now in his lap, and he wipes his palms on his sweatpants to keep himself from acting on impulse.
“To cum,” you answer like it’s that simple. And really, it is—or it can be. “Over and over again until I can’t anymore.”
Something wicked flashes in Noah’s eyes as he takes your words to heart, standing up to tower over you. “Get on the bed and be ready for me.”
You immediately listen, get back to your feet, and head to the bedroom. Noah doesn’t follow you, and you know he’s going to finish up his work and take his sweet time, just to make you wait even longer.
There are rules that Noah no longer has to remind you of. He has trained them into you over the time you’ve been together. It wasn’t easy at first, as you were somewhat of a brat. It was fun to challenge him and make his life hell. The punishments always felt good, and watching Noah get pissed off brought you a sense of joy. That didn’t last long, though, because you got a taste of how good it could be when you actually listened. And now, you try to be the best you can be, always a good girl.
Being fully naked and presentable is one of the rules. You strip quickly, which isn’t hard since all you bothered to put on today was a pair of soft black sleep shorts and a matching baby tee. You fold your clothes and neatly put them on top of the dresser—since Noah has also trained you not to leave a mess—before climbing onto the bed. You didn’t even bother to make it today since you’ve been lying curled up in the massive comforter instead of working on some of your freelance responsibilities. When you’re this horny, it’s impossible to think about anything else, so you’ve given yourself a pass for the day.
The mattress sinks under your weight as you situate yourself in the middle of it, eyes fixed on the ceiling. You have no idea how long you wait for Noah, but it feels like forever as the minutes blur with each passing surge of need.
When the door finally opens, you look at the culprit, unable to help yourself. Noah is shirtless. His muscles ripple as he walks toward the bed. When you let yourself peek down, you can see the outline of his cock in his black sweatpants. The soft chuckle that fills the room means you are far from sneaky, and you immediately meet his eyes.
“Someone’s desperate,” Noah hums.
“Very.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I miss your cock.”
“I think you just miss being able to cum,” he corrects. “Isn’t that right?”
“No,” you argue, shaking your head. You open your mouth to speak again and explain yourself, but Noah clicks his tongue to stop you. You press your lips into a thin line in response—talking out of turn is something else he has trained out of you.
“How many times do you think I can get you to cum? Three? Maybe four?” Even though the number excites you, it doesn’t sound like enough. You chew on your bottom lip, averting your gaze out of embarrassment. Noah growls, moving quickly to close the distance between you. He’s at the side of the bed in an instant, reaching over and grabbing your chin to force you to look back at him. “You should answer me before you get nothing at all.”
“I don’t know,” you admit shyly.
“You don’t know?”
“No,” you shake your head again. “Maybe four? I don’t know. I just want it.”
“Well, how about…” he starts, letting go of your chin and instead resting his hand against your neck. He isn’t squeezing, but his fingers twitch, and you know he wants to do much more. “We go until you’ve reached your limit.”
God. Right now, that sounds amazing.
“Okay,” you nod, trying to keep from embarrassing yourself.
Noah hums, finally squeezing down on either side of your throat. Pressure starts in your head immediately, and you open your mouth in a feeble attempt to get some air. He loves watching you like this—seams slowly pulling open to expose your submissiveness. He squeezes for only a few seconds longer before dropping his hand to his side.
“Arms up,” he demands, earning an eager response.
Your arms go up, brushing against your ears. Noah grabs your wrists in one hand and gets to work. With how often you find yourself in this situation, everything needed is within arm's reach. The headboard has a metal rod at the top and an opening perfect for slipping a rope through. The bottom of the bed has a similar design. Noah insisted on a specific four-poster frame when you moved in together, and you’re thankful almost every day that you let him get whatever he wanted. The familiar roughness of hemp rope rubs against your wrists as Noah ties knots just tight enough to keep you in place. He catches your eye, waiting for your approval. You hum softly since it’s all you can muster, and he continues, working at your feet next.
You pull at the restraints around your wrists, feeling the slight sting from the way they’re threatening to chafe. You don’t mind, though. In a few days, when this moment is long gone, you’ll be thankful for the reminder. You know struggling won’t get you anywhere, so you give in and relax, body melting into the bed as you look up at your partner.
There’s a furrow of concentration in the hard lines that crease his brow and thin out his lips. He’s in a mood that you can only describe as determined, which means you’re completely fucked. You quickly accept your fate. This is what you wanted afterall.
Noah climbs onto the edge of the bed with ease, moving over to where you’re lying, but he doesn’t climb on top. Instead, he grips your inner thighs to pull them apart. Cool air hits your desperate pussy, making you clench.
“I want to taste you,” he murmurs, staring down at how exposed you are.
You wiggle desperately, thrusting your hips to shove your groin in his face. A hearty laugh pulls from Noah’s chest as he buries his face deeper between your thighs, perfectly pointed nose brushing against your clit. He slides his hands up your thighs to your hip and uses them for leverage, pressing the pads of his fingers into your skin harshly. He knows there is no need to be gentle with you. Hell, if you’re lucky, you’ll have hand-shaped bruises tomorrow.
Without any further preparation or warning, you feel an agonising warmth against your folds, making you whine unabashedly. Noah’s tongue explores without abandon, even daring to push as far inside of you as possible.
He loves to start with eating you out. It’s like a ritual, something that sets the tone for the rest of the night. You know that he loves tasting your slickness as it coats his tongue, his lips, and even his face. There’s nothing you can do to hold back or not make a mess.
So, you lie perfectly still and let him lap at you. The only thing that changes, that you have no control over, is the way your breath becomes shallow and sometimes hitches when his tongue hits inside of your walls.
Noah’s a messy eater. The longer he works at it, the more feral and unraveled he becomes. He hums, moans, and growls against you, sending shocks of vibrations and pleasure through your system. From that alone, your body becomes a loaded spring, coiling tighter and tighter. It becomes even harder to stay quiet and still when he moves up and focuses on your clit. It’s been swollen and sensitive with need all day, and now that it’s finally getting attention, your body reacts completely. Your back arches off the bed just a little, and Noah lets out a noise of warning, digging his fingers into your flesh. There’s a sting, the feeling of something warm pooling to the surface. He’s drawing blood with his nails, but you don’t care. You press yourself back into the bed and let your eyes roll back, relishing in the pain and pleasure swirling together in your head.
“I’m close,” you warn in a cry, and his tongue flicks over your clit before he sucks down hard, teeth just barely grazing the bud. He doesn’t pull off to permit you to cum, but you know you have it.
It hits you hard and fast, finally giving you some semblance of relief. You shriek loudly as it runs its course. Noah moves back, tilting his chin up to meet your eye as your breath comes out in jagged gulps.
“How was that, baby? Good?”
You nod. “So good.”
“But it’s not enough, is it?” Noah pouts dramatically, imitating your desperation perfectly. “You want me to give you more.”
“Yes,” you breathe. “I want more.”
“Oh, trust me. I know,” he chuckles, moving one hand off your hip and trailing it slowly down your thigh, fingers dragging by the tips and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The muscles in your legs twitch as you desperately want to push them together, but the rope is a constant reminder that you are to stay exactly the way you are.
“You’re so sensitive,” he notes slyly.
“Yeah, I am now,” you reply. You’re only minutes post orgasm, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to keep playing and coax so many more out of you.
“Mhm,” he hums, fingers now teasing at your entrance, testing how long it takes for you to beg. You whimper a string of whines and incoherent noises. “What is it, baby? What do you want?”
“Daddy,” you cry, dragging the word out. Noah’s finger ceases its movement, resting right on top of where you want him the most. You sit up a little, as much as you can while so restrained, to be able to really see him and make sure your pout is very visible—just to make him pity you. He raises an eyebrow, expression curling. He’s not as amused as you expected.
“Use your words, or you get nothing,” he warns.
There’s a moment of hesitation—one you regret immediately. You suck on your bottom lip, words struggling to break past your lips. Noah sighs and pulls away from you. You watch curiously, opening your mouth to speak up finally. Before you can, his hand comes down sharply against your soaked pussy. It hurts. Your hips pull off the bed as you cry loudly.
“What did I just fucking say?” He asks. You don’t have time to answer before another harsh sting vibrates through you. He does it again, a few times actually. And each time, the sound of wet skin gets louder, mixing with your desperate cries. You don’t want him to stop, but it’s getting harder and harder to stay calm, and with how intently he is watching you, you know he can tell. “You better tell me what you want, or I’m going to keep going until this gorgeous pussy is bright red and swollen.”
You shouldn’t find the threat as hot as you do, but it’s finally enough to get you to speak up. “Finger fuck me, please!” The words tumble out and trip over themselves.
“There you go,” he coos. His smirk turns deadly, but he gives you exactly what you want and pushes a single digit inside of you. It’s nowhere near enough, but you clench around it, attempting to fill yourself up. You’re still so empty, so desperate. “See what you get when you ask nicely?”
He works you open by creating a consistent rhythm, pulling his finger all the way out and then all the way back in. It feels good, but he’s teasing you as if he doesn’t believe you deserve anything more just yet.
You buck your hips forward clumsily. You’re really just desperate for any additional friction. Usually, there are rules against it, but Noah’s taking pity on you, choosing to allow such a pathetic reaction. There’s no need for him to warn you when he adds another finger because you’re so prepared, waiting with bated breath for anything more. Two still doesn’t feel like enough, but it’s better—so much better. You mewl softly. The noise becomes louder as Noah’s fingers curl, hitting against your G-spot.
“Fuck!” you cry.
A dark chuckle mixes wth the air, creating a harmony with your noises. Noah’s so pleased with how much you’re falling apart. You’re not quite completely gone yet, but you’re getting close. There’s a buzzing in your ears, and your skin tingles. You love the way it feels just to let go and give in to submission, give in to Noah.
“One more, please,” you ask nicely. You’re not going to hesitate again.
And he gives it to you because he likes to reward his girl when she’s being good. Three long, slim fingers that almost feel as thick and fulfilling as his cock. Your eyes roll back in your head as your back arches off the bed, this time fully, as he isn’t forcing you still, hips grinding down against him. He hardly has to do any work because you’re fucking yourself on him, using what he’s so graciously given to you. All three curl inward again, and your body reacts, muscles locking.
“That’s it, baby,” Noah purrs. “Give me what I want and cum for me.”
Warmth spreads over your body, seeping into your veins as pleasure bursts through you. You cry out, hands clenching into fists against the restraints. This one is bigger than the last, as if more pressure built inside of you instead of satiating some of your hunger.
Noah doesn’t stop his ministrations. “Good girl,” he coos. “You look so fucking pretty like this.”
You only moan in response, riding out the last bit of your orgasm by continuing to rock your hips hastily. Your movements are messy, uncoordinated. Noah’s smirking at you, pride taking over his features as he watches.
Truthfully, he needs this just as much as you do. Maybe even more. Unlike you, he’s extremely well disciplined and can wait much longer to indulge. Work comes first, especially when it’s bugging him the way this song is. But giving in, letting himself play with his favorite toy? It’s a welcome break.
“That’s two,” he notes as he pulls his hand away from your cunt. He moves up, now mostly on top of you, and brings his fingers to your lips, prying your mouth open.
“Lick them clean,” he commands. “Taste yourself.”
Your tongue darts out, sliding between two of his fingers. You diligently lap at his skin, tasting the bittersweet tang of your cum.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes,” you answer with a nod. It comes out a bit muffled, but you know he likes it when you struggle against the obstacles he puts in the way of simple tasks.
“What do you taste like?”
“Sugar,” you reply. And while that’s the simple answer, it is true.
“Jesus,” he chuckles breathlessly. “You’re fucking hot.”
You preen, smiling widely even with almost his entire hand shoved in your mouth.
When he feels like you’ve cleaned up enough, he pulls his fingers away and climbs off the bed. You stick your tongue out and lick around your mouth, desperate for the last few drops of your own cum.
Noah’s hands hook into the top of his sweatpants, then his boxers, and yanks them down his thighs. He kicks them off, letting them drop and gather somewhere on the floor. Your eyes immediately flick to his cock as it springs free. You’ve seen it so many times, but it never gets old. It’s big, thick, and the softest shade of pink. When it’s as hard as it is right now, you can even see a few protruding veins that you desperately want to lick. He must have shaved when you two weren’t showering together because he’s well trimmed—not quite bare, but close enough. You fucking love it.
When he gets back on the bed, he immediately hovers over you again, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your head. The length of his cock rubs against your throbbing pussy, making you hiss an overwhelmed whine. You’re sore already, but still so insatiable. There’s no way these two orgasms are enough for you right now. Noah looks down to line himself up with your entrance and then lifts his chin, eyes roaming over your body, catching on your hardened nipples before stopping on your face. You look thoroughly fucked—flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open as you fail to catch your breath. A satisfied grin takes over Noah’s face as he watches your expression contort the moment he pushes inside of you.
“You full, baby?”
You nod. “So fucking full.”
“Yeah?” He’s fucking with you, making you continue to answer him through the pleasure, just because he knows he can. He moves his hand, and you’re well aware that he’s propping himself up with only one, and very little effort. “And if I do this?”
Suddenly, you feel the slightest sting, an extra stretch. A finger pushed in against his dick and your inner wall. The sweetest pain, an addictive thing that drives you fucking crazy. You attempt to wiggle away, but the wrist and ankle cuffs—along with Noah’s free hand pressed against your stomach—keep you in place.
“Oh fuck,” you cry, the words ringing out into the room as you press your head into the pillow underneath you and tilt your chin up towards the ceiling. Your pussy clenches instinctively against Noah’s cock and long, skinny finger.
“What is it, baby girl? Is it too much?”
“Yes,” you answer breathlessly and maybe a little too quickly.
Noah chuckles, pushing his finger in deeper. You’re so fucking full that it almost feels like you’re going to burst. “I think you can take it.”
And you can. You absolutely can. Because right now, you’ll do whatever he says as long as it results in you getting what you want. He moves again, thrusting further inside of you until he bottoms out.
“Oh my—fucking fuck—God, daddy—”
“That's my good girl. God, you sound so pretty. Do you even know what you're saying?”
And well, no. You don't. It's all jumbling up in your head, becoming word soup before it leaves your mouth. There’s no chance you’re making any sense. But it doesn’t matter. You don’t care.
Noah pushes his finger against your wall, forcing it to give way and widen even more. You’re going to be gaping open by the time he’s done with you.
He removes his finger, but you can still feel exactly where it was. The absence makes you whine, and there’s no time to beg him to put it back in because he grabs at your waist and pushes you down against him. Your bodies meet, and you have no control over the pace, feeling every single inch over and over again.
Noah grunts with every thrust, not bothering to hold back. You’re not, so why should he? And you love it when he doesn’t. Sometimes, he’s completely stoic. He’ll keep a straight face, order you around with cold dominance. There’s a time and a place for it, but right now he’s far too gone to care.
Glazed over eyes, jaw slack, and mouth open—Noah is an absolute vision. His muscles ripple under the tension. You watch them intently as he fucks you with abandon. Body writhing, unable to stay still. It’s like you need the friction, the pleasure, the delicious way it licks up your spine and settles in your belly. When he’s happy with the rhythm, he lets one of his hands wander up your body. It stops at your breasts, gripping one of them roughly and rolling your nipple between two fingers. The extra stimulation makes you whine, prompting a rough squeeze and a grunt from Noah.
“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” he compliments, words slurring with his own pleasure.
You want to respond in thanks, but he keeps going.
“It’s like it was made for me, like you’re my very own cock sleeve. And you love it, don’t you?
You whine, nodding repeatedly.
“I want you to clench so fucking hard I can’t move. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll cum,” you warn. “I don’t want to cum again yet.”
“Oh, I know you will,” he groans. “But you interrupted my work and asked for this. And now you don’t want it? Do you want me to stop then?”
Your eyes wide, wrists pulling against the rope in an attempt to reach out and hug him close so he can’t leave. You’re quickly reminded that you’re entirely at his mercy. His movements stop, but he doesn’t pull out.
“Please,” you wheeze. “Please keep going. Don’t stop.”
“You are so gorgeous when you beg,” he notes, tilting his head to the side as his eyes darken with lust and power.
“Please, daddy,” you beg again. “I want to cum.”
“Then let it happen, my pretty, helpless girl. Let daddy fuck you until you cum.”
With that, he starts again. He simply starts back at a pace that’s much faster than before, and you have no time to get used to it. You clench down as you were told, resulting in a breathless laugh from Noah.
“There you go,” he sings. “Make yourself cum while you milk my cock.”
Your eyes roll back, and it hits you. This one is unlike the other two. It’s intense, long. It feels like an endless fountain, rushing up and down your body in waves. You jerk and shiver with every pulse of ecstasy. You’re so entranced by it that you haven’t even noticed that Noah has pulled out, and a stream of his own cum coats your stomach and pools in your belly button.
When the fog inside your head clears a little, you look at Noah. He runs a hand through his hair and stretches, his muscles rippling under the weight. He’s so breathtaking, even when you can tell he’s feeling fucked out and exhausted. There’s a sheen of sweat covering his skin, making it glisten as he moves, this time off the bed. You turn your head to watch him as he works diligently to undo the rope. He starts at your ankles, and you roll them to restore circulation. You pull your wrists out the second you feel the rope go slack against them, a sigh of relief escaping you.
You rub your wrists to soothe them, eyes downcast, soaking in the redness of your skin. You can hear Noah moving around you, but it’s all noise, static. You’re still just lying in the center of the bed, more curled up than before to give your muscles a break.
A jolt of sensations and a buzzing make you whip your head up, desperately searching for the source. Noah is hunched over, one hand against your thighs to keep them apart and the other holding a wand to your worn-out pussy. It’s probably about two or three settings up. You may be overstimulated, but he certainly is not gentle enough to give you a break and keep it on low. Your eyes jerk up to his face.
“It’s too much,” you cry, shaking your head.
“No, it’s not,” Noah says sternly, eyes flashing as they meet yours.
You shudder, and a wetness to your cheeks makes you balk, reaching up to feel it. You’re crying. You almost always do when you two get this far. You wipe at your eyes and desperately try to wiggle away.
“You’re doing so well,” Noah coos, moving his hand from your thighs to your hips to pin you in place. “With that pretty crying and those little whimpers. My sweet girl. I’ve just turned this on, and you’re already going to cum again.”
You’re tense, all of your muscles locking. The tears feel endless as you let out more nonsensical noises. In response, Noah clicks the button on the wand, and the vibrations turn up a notch, causing a lick of heat up your spine and a yelp to tear up your throat. His hold on your hips slips, and he moves to grip your throat instead, just maintaining a slight bit of weight, but not truly cutting off circulation.
“Oh, baby,” Noah murmurs. “What is it? Is it too much?”
You nod, unable to speak. He’s mocking you. He’s going to keep going because he knows you can handle it. Your hands fly to the sides, knuckles instantly turning white as you grip the sheets. You lift your hips, putting your pussy in the air. Noah moves with you, pushing the vibrator down harder against your clit. There’s a wet noise mixing with the vibrations that is completely debauched, but you don’t care. It all feels so fucking good.
“There you go,” Noah trills. “Let it all out for me.”
You don’t even realize you’re cumming until long after he finishes speaking. But there’s suddenly a wet spot underneath you and a ripple of exhaustion seeps into your bones.
The vibrator clicks off, and you can fully breathe. It makes you blink as you wipe away a few stray tears and search for Noah. You’re probably done. There’s no way he wants to continue. But he’s placing the toy down on the nightstand. He looks up at you through his eyelashes and nods, a silent command for you to move. And you do, scooting over on the bed to make room for him. Four orgasms in, everything sways. You’re cumdrunk, barely coherent, but you do what’s expected of you regardless.
And it’s then that you realize this isn’t over yet.
He plops down beside you and gently pushes you over so you’re sitting somewhat on your side and partly on your stomach. Your plump, round ass is so enticing to him, earning a breathless groan at the sight. He smacks it with his open palm and watches the way you lurch forward, your hips grinding against the comforter. He hits the other cheek, then takes turns with them until they’re both bright red. His breathlessness mingles with your pants of pure want. You’re past the point of words, of asking for anything more. He absolutely knows, though, and he’s going to use it to make you cum one last time.
His movements are not urgent anymore. He’s in a post orgasm haze, body somewhat sluggish, and mind completely satisfied. His fingers splay out over your ass, tracing patterns in the sensitive skin. When you feel his hand wander, you inhale sharply. You know where this is going. One finger presses against your asshole, coaxing it open. You let out a high-pitched whine.
“You can give me one more, can't you?”
You nod, humming a response.
“I need words, baby.”
“Yes,” you say, but it barely comes out as anything more than a squeak.
You soaked yourself with the last orgasm, so there’s enough wetness that the stretch doesn’t burn. It feels good. Really good.
“Touch your clit while I finger your ass.”
It’s an easy command, but you’re so spent that you hesitate. Noah smacks your ass with his free hand, and you lurch, pushing back so his finger slips in a knuckle deeper.
“Look what you did. You just pushed me in further when you could have just listened and eased into it. I bet that felt really good, didn’t it, baby?”
You moan in response, hand moving down to touch yourself. There’s no need to argue when he has proven his point. The second your fingers press against your clit, you hiss from how sensitive it is. It’s swollen, overworked, but there’s still electricity through your veins with every deliberate circle.
Noah moves his finger slowly, fucking it in and out of you agonizingly before adding a second finger. He knows this is as much as you’ll let him do, and he isn’t going to push it. It’s a delicious feeling, but it’s always more intense than when he fucks your pussy. You rock back against him for more friction as you work your clit. Your body slumps down in the sheets, but Noah is right behind you, and his warmth is enticing. Your eyes flutter shut, mouth dropping open breathlessly.
Noah leans forward and kisses the back of your head.
“Look at you,” he mumbles into your hair. “You’re about to cum for the fifth time tonight. And this time, with my fingers in your ass. Is this what you wanted?”
God, yes. Yes, it is what you wanted. You’re so spent, so exhausted, but everything feels so fucking good. Noah always knows exactly what you need.
“Yes, daddy. Thank you so fucking much,” you slur, quickening the pace of your fingers. Noah doesn’t change his speed or intensity of his ministrations. He lets you dictate everything this time, lets you use him to push yourself over the edge.
Your last orgasm is all-consuming. It heats your entire body, turning you into mush as your muscles relax rather than tense. It’s exactly what you needed, and it feels amazing. Your hand drops from your clit and lies flat against the sheet. Noah slips his fingers out gently, wraps his arms around your middle, and pulls you close. You melt into his touch, into the warmth of his body enveloping yours.
“You did so fucking good, baby,” he coos gruffly. “Just get some sleep now. I’m right here.”
You whine, but it’s so small and full of sleepiness. There’s no need to fight the exhaustion as it takes over. You’re completely satisfied and deliriously happy, letting out a gentle sigh as you drift. Noah presses another kiss to the top of your head as he lets himself relax, too.
a little something based on this about becoming the omens tour pet
cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. fingering, oral, group scenario, groping, cockwarming, pussy inspections, semi-public, creampies reader referred to as a pet.
When you first accept the job as a personal assistant for a tour manager, you could never have anticipated what would come of it. You’ve always dreamed of working in the music industry, and now you have one foot in the door, and with a band you admire no less.
You don’t think much of it when it first starts, the unexpected comments disguised as compliments, that make you visibly flush and stammer for a response, something all of them clearly enjoy, judging by the smirks etched across their faces. By the second week, the comments evolve into touches—some more innocent than others; the brush of a hand across your back, the press of a full body against you, the bolder grope of your ass. Until one day, while in the green room, you’re dragged down into Jolly’s lap, all of them sitting around, looking at you, fawning over you.
With Jolly’s fingers wrapped around your hair, holding your head in place, Folio shuffles closer, reaching to spread your thighs, hooking them over either side of Jolly’s. For a moment you’re stunned, especially when who is essentially your boss, Matt, walks through the door onto the scene of you spread out in Jolly’s lap, the shorts you chose to wear now being a mistake with the way the fabric tightens and presses right between your thighs. Holding your breath, you anticipate the worst from Matt, expecting him to demand an answer for what he’s walked in to witness. Instead, he looks down to Noah, there’s a quiet exchange, something unspoken about the scene before them taking place.
“I think you’ve found a good one,” is all Noah says, the corner of his mouth upturned, and Matt nods, humming in agreement before announcing how long until they’re due on stage.
From then on, the groping only increases, with each member growing bolder, from Folio bending you over the nearest surface to grope or press against your ass, to Noah dragging you into his bunk at night just to slip a hand beneath your shirt, groping and cupping your tits all night long. They all take turns sleeping with you in their bunks, usually tucked close, hands wandering, fingers in your mouth or a hand down the front of your panties, pinning you right against them if you squirm too much.
It feels like you’re being tested or teased to see how much you can take, because they haven’t pushed further than crude comments and groping—not yet, at least.
It’s Jolly who starts it first, bending you over and pulling down whatever clothes you’re wearing, pushing your panties aside to inspect you, already wet, dripping and aching from their constant teasing. The second you know he’s close enough to see, you can’t hide the way your hole clenches, greedy and needy around nothing.
“Such a needy little thing.” You hear the coo from behind you, and the only sound you can make in response is a soft moan, quietly begging for more, for them to stop taunting you.
“I think you’re ready now…” Jolly adds. For what, you’re unsure, but the sudden smack against your bare ass makes you yelp before he orders you to your knees, instructing you to crawl to Noah and Nicholas sitting across the room.
You should feel some type of shame, crawling on all fours, your ass and dripping cunt on display, but instead there’s a lustful desperation in your eyes as you move closer. Noah’s thighs are spread open wide as if inviting you, and he does. One hand pulls his cock free, while his other reaches for your head to pull you closer, sinking your mouth down onto his hard, waiting cock.
From there, all your holes are used by them, fucked, fingered, teased every way possible, moved from one hard cock to another while all you can do is moan and whine, trembling with pure pleasure at the way they take turns using you, together or separately. While you’re with them, you’ve been reduced to nothing more than a toy for them to fuck.
“Mouth’s free, who wants it?”, “Pussy’s free, who’s next?”, “I want to cum all over that pretty face.”
It becomes a ritual to use you before and after a show, each time feeling different than the last, but you’re always left feeling full, used, and satisfied, leaking and covered in their cum in one way or another.
They don’t shy away from praise, practically showering you in it whether or not they’re done with you, before they clean you up and one of them decides to drag you into their bunk. Sometimes you fall asleep with them still filling you, plugging the multiple loads of cum you’ve taken that night. Other times it’s with their fingers buried inside your cunt or your mouth, just another reminder of how you belong to them, their claim on you being more than something as simple as the fact that you work for them.
The tour lasts just over three weeks, and somehow that feels like too little. You’re not ready to go home, to part ways, to be done with your duties. You didn’t know what you expected when you applied for the job, but it wasn’t this, and now you can’t imagine being without any of them, being left to feel empty in every way.
It’s only now, at the end of the tour, when you look back over the ad, that you realise your job had always been temporary. An ‘assistant tour pet’ had been what they were seeking, and what a good pet you had been.
『 noah asks you to get something for him, which you were sure he already had, as a ploy to lure you to him. for what, you had no idea 』
- pairing(s): noah x fem!reader (no mention of pronouns, though)
- content: smut for the sake of it, name calling, a little degrading/praise :)
- warning: smut
- wc: 1.9k
a/n; havent written a single thing the whole week then stayed up until 2am morning of posting to write this because i needed to post. hope you guys like :)
It was bedlam around you as everyone rushed around doing little errands.
The openers– Bilmuri– were on the last few songs of their set, their music blasting behind you as you went through the list of jobs you were given for when Bad Omens were to start soon after.
You were deep in concentration, organising with the crew what tasks they should be doing between the sets when you get a ping on your phone. You excuse yourself to the side to take a look at it– a message from Noah that read 'hey, y/n. need some more water in green room 2, can you bring some bottles over?'
The message puzzled you– you were sure there was already water in there but thought due to the amount of people walking around, maybe they already drank them all, so you paid no mind to it.
You let Matt know where you were headed in case he needed you for something, before making your way over to Noah.
Bottles in hand, you knock the door, but no answer. You shift the bottles to one arm, before letting yourself in. You walk to the table in the middle of the room, setting the bottles down before turning to head out.
However, just as you turn, Noah is stood leaning against the door frame.
"Thank you." he says, though his voice is deeper than usual, almost sultry as you see his eyes glance over you.
"Uh– no problem." you stumble over your words, flashing a small smile at him.
You go to walk past him, seeing that your phone is pinging with messages from the crew but Noah grabs your wrist, stopping you just in front of him.
"Where are you going?" his head tilts slightly, his tone more of a demand than a genuine question.
"I- I need to go back out there." you glance at your phone, before back at him. "Johnny needs me to-"
"Forget what he needs." he pulls your wrist toward him, causing your body to collide with his before he drags his finger down the side of your face. "I need you here, now. With me."
You nod timidly, unsure of what you're getting yourself into yet before he pulls you back into the room, shutting the door behind you.
He presses his waist against yours, one hand cupping your cheek. He looks down at you, a slight cocky smirk appearing on face.
"So pretty." he hummed, his voice so low you almost didn't hear it.
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, to which you kiss him back just as gently.
You both stay there for a moment, no break between kisses, before he pulls back and grabs your hand, guiding you over to the small sofa that was on the opposite side of the room.
He sits down, spreading his legs before patting his thigh. "Sit."
You do as he says, moving to straddle him when he grabs your waist, pulling you down with a little force, the two of you quietly gasping in unison.
Both of your hands move to either side of his head as you lean in to kiss him again, his hands staying firmly on your waist. They rub slow, comforting circles on your hips before moving over to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.
You sigh into the kiss, the small action making you grind your waist against his.
Noah's hand moves straight to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as he lightly pulls you back.
"So needy, huh?" he whispers in your ear, his other hand delivering a swift, stinging smack to your ass. "Is this not enough? Do you need more?"
Without waiting for an answer, he orders you to stand up. He moves straight to the waistband of your leggings, his fingers toying with it as they dip below.
He looks up at you, maintaining eye contact before pulling your leggings down, leaning back so he can watch you pull them off the rest of the way.
When you stand back up, his fingers dart to the lace of your panties, pulling you back onto his lap as he kisses your lips once more.
You break apart from the kiss to remove your hoodie, revealing a matching bra to your panties.
"You look so good in black." he mumbles against your lips as his fingers play with the lace of your underwear. "So good, just for me."
You interrupt him with a kiss before he can tease you any further, tugging at his shirt for a moment before he finally lets you pull it off. You grind desperately against him, letting out soft, faint whimpers.
"Still so, so desperate, huh?" he smirks against your lips, his hands staying on your hips, guiding you.
You rest your forehead against his, your hands resting on his bare chest "Noah, please."
"Words, baby." he mocks, hand moving to your cheek. "What do you want?"
"You, Noah, please." you bite your lip, hands moving to his zipper to pull it. "I need you."
"Be patient." he gives you a stern look, his hand landing a smack to your ass a little harsher than before. "You don't wanna be a needy, desperate little whore now, do you?"
"No." you shake your head rapidly, your voice timid.
"Good." he smirks.
His hands stay on your waist, guiding you at a tauntingly slow pace as he continues to kiss you, getting more possessive with each grind of your hips.
After a few minutes, he motions for you to kneel, allowing him space so he can unzip his jeans and tug them off. He pulls you back down with more force than intended, causing you to let out a moan.
"Oh, fuck." you breathe out, your voice shaky.
"I need to feel you, y/n." Noah clears his throat as holds back a moan. "Now."
He wastes no time– his hands hurry between you to pull down his waistband, freeing his hard cock as it springs out, already dripping. You kneel again, moving your panties aside as he aligns himself, his tip rubbing your entrance.
"Noah, please." you say in between kisses, peppering them desperately along his lips. "Don't tease me."
He kisses you back, before leaning his forehead against yours "You ready?"
You nod, your hand moving to his cock to hold it as his hands move to your waist. He slowly pulls you down, kissing you to muffle your moans as they spill out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"That's it, fuck." he lets out a shaky breath as he bottoms out, eyes closing shut in pleasure as his head leans back. "Good girl."
He leans back up, pressing his forehead against yours as you stay there for a moment, adjusting to his size.
"Please, y/n." his hands cup both sides of your face. "I need you to move."
You start rolling your hips, head falling to his neck as you let out sighs in his ear. He leaves a few kisses on your neck, a distraction for himself as he tries his best to hold back any sound.
Eventually, however, Noah gets sick of the slow pace and decides to take control– he grabs your hips and picks you up, before slamming them back down harshly.
You let out a choked sob, holding onto his shoulders as your nails dig into his skin, leaving small marks.
He leaves kisses along your jawline as he continues holding you, before sliding his waist down, making sure he's at the perfect angle to thrust up into you. You cry out, louder than intended, as he continues peppering kisses along your jaw, before stopping right at your ear.
"That's it." he groans. "Let them know how good I'm treating you."
"Oh god, Noah." you whimper, your hands gripping tightly on his hair.
"Fuck. You're such a slut, you know that?" he growls. "Letting me fuck you in here like this– anyone could hear or walk in, get us both in so much trouble."
"I don't care." you choke out between his thrusts. "Let them."
His eyes darken as he suddenly stops, pulling your head back by your hair before leaning in. "No? You don't care, not even a little bit?"
"No, god no." you try shaking your head, but his grip on your hair limits your movement. "You feel too good."
"Get up." he demands, his voice scarily low.
You do as he says, before he stands behind you to push you back down. You adjust yourself, knees firmly on the cushions below as you lean over the back.
You go to speak, but get interrupted by a harsh smack to your ass– one that you knew would definitely leave a mark.
You let out a moan, quiet at first, but gets louder as Noah slams himself back in, immediately continuing a rough pace. Unable to hold them back, even if you wanted to, you let out a few louder moans.
He leans forward, moving his hand to your throat before pulling you up, your body leaning against his.
"Good girl." he groans against your cheek. "Taking my cock like the perfect slut you are."
You cry out, clenching around him at the praise as tears fall down your cheeks.
"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me." he lets out a soft grunt at the feeling. "I make you feel that good, huh?"
"Noah, please." you beg, almost sobbing out of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum."
"I'm almost there, angel." he speaks between thrusts as the grip around your throat tightens. "Can you hold on?"
"I don't think I can." you whimper, your words coming out pathetic and broken as your nails dig into the fabric below you.
"Now, y/n." he lets out an almost desperate moan as his thrusts get quicker but sloppier.
The two of you finish at the same time– you lean back onto the back of the sofa as Noah holds onto your hips, helping you ride out your high.
"Oh, good girl." he tries his best to catch his breath as he finally pulls out, giving your ass a gentle pat. "You did well."
You take in a deep breath, before standing up. You turn to face him, looking into his eyes, but not saying a word.
He leans in, cupping your face so gently as if you were made of a delicate porcelain, leaving a soft kiss on your lips.
Before either of you have a chance to say anything, there's a knock at the door. You freeze, waiting for the person on the other side of the door to speak.
"When you're done in there, y/n, I need you to help me with some sound stuff." someone, presumably Matt, yells through the door. "And Noah, Bryan needs you for something."
You look at him, waiting a second for Matt to leave before you both burst out laughing.
"We should probably get back out there." you smile, glancing behind Noah at the door.
"Yeah, we should." he smiles back. "And be careful with Matt, he'll probably give you a 'talk'. He might also kill me the next time he sees me, he's protective of you."
"Thanks for the warning." you laugh. "I'll keep you safe from him."
"Good." he chuckles, leaning in for one last kiss. "Now lets get our clothes back on, or they're going to think we went for round two."
a/n; i wrote way more of this than i intended. also, turned out a little different than i originally intended. i have a different smut with a slightly different plot (though still noah x crew and very smutty) that i may write at some point if you guys would like that!
ive been playing so much animal crossing that i havent had time to write (tom nook and his demands call). ive been trying to collect sea creatures and gather stuff to bulk craft hot items so i can off debts, so havent done much else LMAO
also started doing diamond painting (the thing that went viral a while back) at night as something to do before bed so im not on my phone and its been so much fun!! ive been considering ordering a few supplies and a little storage book so i can do it more often (and have a place to store finished pieces so they dont have to get chucked out)
anyways, thats it for this weeks yap sesh. my laptop nearly died on me, but we're still here! i love you all, thank you so much for reading <3
CW: 18+, sexually explicit language,masturbation, nudes, sexting, phone sex, video call,humiliating nicknames, slut, whore, etc. male and female orgasms,
To ask if you miss Noah would be an understatement—you NEED him.
Unfortunately, you couldn't be there for the first concert of the national tour, and you probably won't be able to attend the next ones either due to unforeseen family issues that forced you to travel far from Los Angeles.
Noah was about to cancel the tour to go with you, but you told him not to, as the tickets had already been sold and some dates were already sold out, so it was out of the question.
Even so, he promised to call you before and after each show. He needed to know that you were okay and that the situation with your family wasn't affecting you too much.
It was around 12:15 a.m. when he called you. You were lying in bed in your old room, his name lit up on the screen.
You told him exactly what he wanted to hear, that you were fine, as were your parents.
“So, your brother will be sent to a rehabilitation center.... What did he do this time?”
“More like what didn't he do,” you said, the anger and exhaustion evident in your voice. “He relapsed again and everything got worse. It's like I'm the sister of the fat guy from ‘The Hangover’. Noah... he can't stay calm for even a week!”
“I know, sweetheart, I know your brother is difficult to deal with, and that you have to be there to scold him with your parents because they think he'll listen to you more than them, even though he's almost my age, right?”
“That's true, but my word won't make much difference,” you sighed and pressed the bridge of your nose. “I would have loved to be there. I saw the photos and the video on Instagram. I've never felt FOMO in my life, and seeing that made me jealous of all those people... plus I saw a video that pointed out your sexy butt.”
You heard him chuckle on the other end of the line.
“Do you miss me or do you miss my butt?” he said.
“I miss you and your butt... I probably miss your dick a little too.”
“Mmm... I see...” You heard a soft sigh on the other end of the line. “I see...”
“Are you masturbating?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Your voice came out a little rough, a little hoarse.
Oh, that damn voice.
You bit your lip just thinking about it. He was probably in his bunk on the bus, you hoped, alone, fucking himself with his own fist because you weren't there to calm his concert adrenaline rush.
“No, although I should be doing that, but using my tits~”
Noah let out a sigh.
“Damn it, don't say that... you know I'm addicted to when you do that to me, especially when I take your tits to masturbate and you lick my tip... God, what I would do to you right now, y/n...”
It was impossible how slutty you could feel when Noah talked to you like that. You could already feel the wetness in your panties and how you squeezed your thighs together to create friction.
You immediately undressed. Your door was locked, so no one would suddenly come in and disturb you.
You turned on the flash on your phone and posed, giving a good view of your naked body, and sent the photo to Noah. He let out a moan.
“You're a bitch... You're lucky I'm not here because I'd be fucking you without a condom in your bed.”
You could hear the wet sound of his fist against the moisture on his skin. You received a photo from Noah's chat, and it was a photo taken from above, his tattooed hand holding his cock from the base, his shirt lifted up to his chest and his boxers halfway down his thighs.
You licked your lips, put two of your fingers in your mouth, sucked them, and brought them to your pussy, caressing it carefully. You were already quite wet, and how could you not be, listening to your boyfriend's moans and looking at that photo.
You weren't silent at all, you were just loud for Noah, moving your fingers just as he had told you to.
“Awww...my little slut, is touching herself thinking about my cock...”
The moans came out of your mouth unconsciously, you were going at your own pace but you wanted more.
“A damn photo isn't enough, I need to see you, I want to see you naked and wet.”
The video call notification came to your phone, and with your free hand, you accepted and saw Noah masturbating, pointing the camera at his cock and you at your wet pussy.
“N-Noah...”
“Move your fingers faster...”
You obeyed, moving them faster, your moans increasing along with his. You always said it, but the sexiest thing about Noah was that he didn't stay quiet when they had sex.
“I love that you're obedient... I hate the distance, I'd be licking your breasts while you ride me.”
“And I would have slapped you because you always end up biting my nipple... damn it!”
You felt a tickling sensation in your abdomen and how it swelled a little.
You were reaching your climax.
“God, please, Noah...” You were breaking down, your nipples were already very hard.
“Please what?”
“I want to come...”
He laughed at you, but you saw how he threw his head back, the look of pleasure on his face was so erotic, you wanted to take a picture of him and save it for your own fantasies.
“You can still take a little more, I want to feel your pussy throbbing while I'm inside you.”
You moaned at the suggestion, he could see how your folds glistened thanks to your lubrication.
“Or even better, make love to you and record it... and every time I miss you, I'll watch that damn video, your beautiful moans, how you writhe when I have you on all fours... damn...”
Your moans mingled, yours high-pitched as always, his hoarse. He was so weak for you and knew you would soon be ovulating thanks to linking your menstrual calendar to his phone (and because that way he could know when you had chocolate cravings during your period).
“Damn it... y/n... I'm going to...”
“And... me too...” you moaned, your hand already aching from the position, but you kept going.
“Come for me, princess... at the same time... both of us.”
Noah was already sweaty, his penis very pink and leaking pre-cum, even his nipples erect.
This was definitely something they had to repeat soon.
“N-Noah!”
“D-Damn it!”
The strands of hot semen from his cock flew out, hitting his abdomen and a little bit on his boxers. The heat in that small space ended up fogging up the camera a little. You came moaning his name, your orgasm wetting your bed sheet. Your breathing and his were irregular.
It took them a while to recover. You saw him wipe himself with his own boxers, and you laughed.
Noah threw his hair back, his gaze lost, and then looked at you, smiling to see that he wasn't the only one who had fallen.
“Yeah... I'm definitely not the only one who misses someone.”
You go to Noah's house at 1 in the morning.. to ask him for a favour.
!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!
I fumble with my keys and hop into my car. Should I really do this? Turn up to my best friends place at 1 in the morning because I'm needy? What if he says no? I sigh, taking a deep breath and not letting my thoughts over take me as I start the engine and begin to drive to his place. God, I hope he's awake.. if not I'll just end up disturbing him AND making a fool of myself.
I arrive at his house ringing the doorbell, hopefully he's awake, I think to myself as he suddenly opens the door.
"Hey... it's one in the morning what are you doing here?" Noah says, I look him up and down; he's wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants no shirt looking slightly flustered and suprised. "Come in." He says opening the door wider so I can get through. "Do you mind uh.. can you do me a favour?" He nods. "Yes of course. Everything ok?" I take a deep breath and prepare to tell him; how the fuck do I ask my best friend to touch me?
I take a deep breath and let the words exit my mouth as I exhale. "I want you to touch me."
"You.. want me to touch you?" He says making sure he's understanding correctly. I nod. "Yeah. Is that ok? You can do what you want to me." I smile slightly, hopefully he says yes. He pauses for a moment, cleary thinking if he wants to do this or not....
"I can do what I want, huh?" Noah smirks, moving closer to me, his lips grazing my neck. "Y-yeah.. of course. You can do anything.." My breath hitches as I feel his lips on my skin. "Tie you up? Tease you until you can't take it? Is that what you want?"
"Yes. Yes I do." I smile. "I have some rope.. and a vibrator want me to use that on you?" He whispers seductively, starting to kiss down my neck making me whimper. "Please.. fuck." I moan. "Good girl. Come with me." He leads me to his bedroom, laying me down on his bed. He opens a draw and grabs out a wand and some rope; like he said he would. He lifts my arms up, undressing me and unclipping my bra before also taking my jeans and panties off. Noah grabs a fair amount of rope, cutting it into four strands for both of my wrists and legs, he ties me to the bed, making sure the ropes are secured.
"Beautiful." Noah plugs in the vibrator and turns on it, pressing it against my clit, making me squirm. "N-Noah it's too much I... I can't." I whimper as the vibrations go through my body.
"Shh.. you can, trust me. Just be a good girl and take it." He smirks, leaning down and kissing me.
"Dont cum. Hold it." He demands pressing the vibrator firmly against me. "you're my best friend and your in my hands now." Noah starts kissing my breasts, massaging them as he goes; adding to the stimulation. "All the times we spent together, lead to this... god look at you you're doing so well."
He gets back up, going to the corner of the room and putting boots on before walking back to me. Noah steps on me with one foot, his boot touching right above my pubic bone making me whimper again. "You like that huh? Filthy slut." He presses down with more pressure, he moves the vibrator off and rests his foot against my clit. "Grind. Show me how needy you are." He says, spitting on my stomach. "Y-yes sir..." I moan out, beginning to grind my hips as much as I can against his shoe, it's a bit harder with the ropes.
"Please treat me like dirt.. please I'm a filthy girl." I mumble. "What was that sweetheart? I didn't quite hear you. Speak up." Noah steps on me a bit harder. "T-treat me like dirt.. treat me like I'm useless. Please do anything to me." I say a bit louder, knowing that he most likely heard me the first time anyways.
He takes his foot off me and hovers over me slightly. "Open your mouth." He commands, pulling my jaw open so my mouth is slightly agape. I see him pull his pants and boxers down in one swipe, taking his cock in hand. "You better fucking swallow." He says, I have no idea what he's about to do but I'm here for it. He's doing me a massive favour after all. My eyes flutter shut as I taste a stream of piss going into my mouth, I swallow eagerly and fast. "Dirty little piss drinker." I nod in response.
"Can I suck you clean sir..?" I ask, licking my lips eagerly. "Please." He enters my mouth. Thrusting his hips slightly, forcing me to take his length down my throat. "God your mouths so fucking good. Tight throat taking me so good.." he groans thrusting harder, fucking my mouth. I gag slightly but let him keep going, I whimper around his cock eagerly my eyes starting to water from him hitting my gag reflex. "Such a good girl. Take it all. Take all of my dick. Want me to cum in your mouth?" "P-please." I manage to mumble around his dick, he holds my head down and fills up my mouth, making me swallow his seed before pulling out. "Thank you Noah.."
He walks over to his cupboard and pulls out a black scarf. "Does my good girl want to be blind folded?" He asks, I nod. He comes over and ties the scarf around my head, making sure it's covering my eyes and secured.
He hovers over me once again and I can feel him make his way down my body, kissing down it until I feel his lips against my clit making me moan. "Shh you sweet thing." Noah whispers as he starts sucking on my clit; god I wish I could see him doing that. I feel him put 2 fingers inside my hole curling them up to find my gspot and starts to thrust them in and out of my needy cunt. "So soaked. All for me." His tongue flicks against my sensitive bud. "Fuck.. right there." I whimper, my hands gripping the ropes tightly my hips bucking up to his touch. "Aww is someone gonna cum?" He teases. "Yes.. please let me c-cum." I beg out loudly.
"Not yet. You're gonna cum on my cock so I can finish you off, hm?" He smirks, going up and taking the blind folded off me and untying the ropes so I can be in a more comfortable position, he positions himself at my entrance entering me easily and slowly due to me already being wet and definitely more than overstimulated. "So fucking tight.." he groans moving his hips against me. "You feel so good." I moan, bringing his face down to mine and kissing him deeply. "So do you. Been such a good girl for me today." He kisses me back, his tongue entering my mouth and dancing with mine as he thrusts in and out of me. "Gonna cum.. so tight.. so fast fuck." Noah breathes out. "cum in me. Please." And as soon as I say that he fills me up, I cum around him.
He stays inside me for the rest of the night. Making sure not a drop gets out of me.
𖥟 Sadistic! Noah who sits and watches you wither from the rope tying you to the bed. Rope twisting along your waist, trailing down your thighs, holding a vibrator firm against your pussy. Your walls clenching around nothing, wetness seeping through your panties.
Slowly taking swigs from his beer. Having a long day from work and a brat on his hands left a bad taste in his mouth. Noah slowly rolled his head to the left, eyes faulting from your face back to your thighs. The twitching and attempts to move away from it made him smile.
“I told you not to test me. Now look at you.” He hissed to himself before standing up and making his way out the bedroom, leaving you in a wet mess. Your whimpers falling quiet the further he walked away. Small smile coming to his lips. 𖥟
𖥟I’m new to the fandom so I need moots or friends. Let’s talk about Sadistic! Noah together.𖥟
Noah’s had a crush on you for as long as he’s been your bestfriend, something which has led him down a few questionable rabbit holes when he’s been horny and the only thought occupying his mind is you.
It began innocently enough. In the early days of your friendship, he had stumbled upon your Facebook page, one hand down his boxers and fingers idly stroking along the length of his shaft, his cock twitching each time he got closer to the tip as he thumbed through your photo albums with his other hand. It didn’t feel too salacious then, he was merely admiring you, but eventually, it escalated into other things, too—from trying to sneak little glimpses in person for him to memorise and fantasise over when he got back home, to turning his phone onto its longest vibration setting and slipping it down his boxers after every message he sent you, just so he could feel it buzzing against his dick each time you replied.
The first time he came to a photo of you, it had been one from your beach vacation together, where you wore a pair of shorts and a top cut low enough that your cleavage was on display. That was exactly where his eyes landed and stayed, recalling the way it felt to have his head pressed to your chest when you cuddled together. It was normal for him to lie like that with you, his head on your chest, pressed so close to your breasts like it was nothing, like there was nothing inappropriate about the situation or your friendship.
When he came, it was hard and quick, gasping breathlessly as he rambled under his breath about how much he wanted you, needed you, the way he fantasised about you.
From there, it went from thumbing through photos across your social media to lingering over the ones you’d sent him—showing off an outfit choice, or trying on a new item of clothing in a changing room, the same way he’d always send you one when he tried on something new. His favorite was a black mesh cropped shirt where you’d only worn a black bra beneath. His eyes fixed on your boobs and cleavage every time he came across it, admiring the way the cups pushed up your breasts, how he wished he could slip his head beneath the top just to faceplant into your tits, how easy it would be to push aside the cup of your bra and take a nipple into his mouth—something he’d been dying to do ever since the day you chose to be around him braless and he saw the way they stood stiff against the fabric of your shirt, and every time since.
This time, he’s thumbing through the most recent photos you’ve sent him tonight, ones where you’re showing off an array of outfits you bought today, blatantly braless, and he swears pantieless if he zooms in close enough.
“Oh, fuck…” he groans, his hand already around his cock, squeezing from shaft to tip. He rubs his thumb over the head, gathering the leaking precum before using it to coat himself. Part of him wants to take his time, to drag out the tightness already forming at the base of his cock, the way his balls ache, but he can’t stop himself from dragging his hand along his length faster this time, his chest rising and falling as he begins to pant. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, look at those fucking titties,” he hisses beneath his breath, whimpers spilling out with the words as he tightens and quickens his grip around his throbbing cock.
Shifting on the bed, he draws his knees up, planting his feet firmly into the mattress for leverage as he starts to desperately fuck up into his hand. His eyes stay glued to the photo of you, where your cleavage is most on display and the sleep shorts you’re wearing have ridden up close enough to form a camel toe. There should be an ounce of guilt over his perversion, and yet there’s nothing—nothing but pure lust and need for you, as he whines and groans louder, fucking harder into his fist until he feels that familiar tension, the rising wave of his climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, thumbing across the screen until your face and cleavage fill the frame. His focus locks onto them as he bucks into his hand, leaning into the crest of it, feeling it rip through him fast, a white hot heat spreading through every inch of him until his toes curl and his fist pumps his cock.
He’s quick about it, stretching his phone down toward his cock, angling it just enough to watch through hooded lashes as he comes in spurts, thick ropes of cum streaking across the screen and landing over your face and tits, a sight he’s been fantasizing about for far longer than he’d ever dare admit.
“That’s my girl…” he breathes, sinking back against the pillows as the afterglow settles over him, his muscles going slack. “…So pretty with your tits covered in my cum.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah chants beneath his breath with every squeeze of your cunt around his cock, each deep stroke pushing him closer to the edge. He’s faltering now, every movement edging him nearer to his climax. When you gaze up, you catch the beautiful sight of him in the mirror ahead of you—Noah behind you, your ass raised, chest pressed down into the bed.
Your mouth hangs open, soft moans spilling between plump lips. The sharp slap of his hand against your ass draws a yelp, quickly followed by the rough kneading of his large palm, and then another swat.
“I’m gonna fill you, baby,” he grunts. “Fill you up nice and good. Make your pretty little pussy all mine.”
His hips quicken as he slams into you from behind, each thrust making your fingers tighten around the sheets, your eyes rolling back as moans of pleasure pour from your lips. He’s pulling you apart bit by bit, unraveling you around him, and you feel the final thread snap, dragging him over the edge with you.
Noah leans down, pressing his forehead to your back as a shuddering whine slips past his lips. He grips you tightly through the wave of his climax, hips jerking erratically as he falls apart inside you. There’s nothing you love more than this, the way he breaks, the heavy throb of his cock, the way he presses as deep as possible, warmth flooding you with every spurt of cum.
It takes a moment for the wave to fully wash over him, for both of you to come back to yourselves. When he finally does, he slowly draws himself back.
You shudder as he slips out of you, the sudden emptiness making you whine as you clench around nothing, determined to keep his cum inside despite the way you feel it slowly leaking, a sticky, warm mess trailing along your cunt and down your thighs.
“God,” he mutters, leaning back to admire the mess spilling from you. “Your pussy looks so pretty when it’s filled with my cum,” he coos.
At his sudden, unexpected touch, you let out a moan, leaning back into it as Noah watches his tattooed fingers drag between your folds, collecting the cum leaking from you, mixed with your own. Your hips buck as you try to press back against his fingers, but he pulls them away, bringing them to his mouth.
Slowly, deliberately, he rubs his fingers over his lips, coating them in the blend of your juices. In the mirror, you watch as he taunts you, a quivering moan slipping past your lips while you press back against his still half hard cock, grinding along his shaft, aching to feel him inside you again.
“Noah, please…” you beg, gasping, but all he does is smirk, slipping his tongue out to lick over his fingers, an audible groan leaving him at the taste of you coating them.
“You want more?” he asks, hazy eyes fixed on your reflection as his hand glides up to your waist, guiding your rhythmic, desperate grinding against him.
“Yes…” you breathe, doing your best to keep your eyes on him in the mirror. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, desperate for more, desperate for him. As he reaches a hand down, he grips his cock and guides himself, rubbing the mushroomed tip between your folds, teasing it back and forth until he tilts his hips forward and you press back, meeting him.
He gasps and his other hand moves to your waist, gripping you firmly as he holds you still. A soft, trembling “fuck…” slips from him, a shiver rippling through his body at the sensation—his cock still sensitive as it’s squeezed between your tight, needy walls, feeling you clench and drag him deeper.
Holding you in place, his thumbs rub at the divot in your lower back, grounding both of you. Leaning over you, he crowds you easily, teeth grazing your jaw as you tilt your head back to give him more access.
“I want you to make yourself cum over my cock,” he urges, and you already know you’ll do anything for him. Your body quivers with pleasure, eyes fluttering as you try to keep them fixed on him in the mirror. His teeth nip between kisses along your jaw as you reach a hand beneath you, slipping it between your thighs.
You find your clit easily, met with the slickness of his cum mixed with your own wetness, circling the sensitive nub as you squeeze around his cock. Noah groans against your jaw, his head pressing close to yours as his hands settle at your hips, keeping you in place while he grinds into you—the drag of his cock between your walls encouraging every slow, desperate movement of your fingers.
The pleasure builds quickly now, rising with dizzying intensity. Turning your head, your mouth meets his in the best kiss you can offer—sloppy, heated, hungry, moaning into each other’s mouths as he continues to grind, using your cunt as his own personal fleshlight, working you like a fuckdoll.
You feel him twitch inside you, the stutter in his movements as he’s edged closer. Your cunt squeezes around him again, recognizing the signs, urging him, needing him to cum with you, to cum inside you and fill you all over again.
He doesn’t disappoint. His movements stay steady until you feel it, the shuddering, dizzying climax crashing over you, soaking him and your fingers. His hips jerk as his cock pulses inside you, spurting hot ropes of cum deep into you, filling you once more as his hips press flush to yours, pinning you beneath him.
Chest heaving, he drops his head, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, leaving faint kisses wherever his mouth brushes. He clings to you for just a moment longer as your body sinks into the mattress, the slightest movement making your walls flutter around his twitching cock in your shared, oversensitive state.
