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Warnings: Smut, p in v, dirty talk, unprotected sex, Dom Noah!, Best Friend Noah!, spanking, pet names, my grammar, biting, slight overstimulation
Parings: Best Friend Noah! x Reader!
Content: sexual explicit content, MDNI, Friends to Lovers
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*slam*
Noah jumped out of his chair at the sound of the door. You were slamming doors in his house? That he pays for? No M’am. You damn near pissed him off.
Another failed tinder date down the drain. These men were gross as can be. You just wanted a good time and all they wanted was to get into your pants to which couldn’t complain.
Unfortunately for you they sucked at trying to get you off at all. Calling you a brat when you would get up half way through and leave because they sucked.
This guy however, was so good. He fucked you so good, but later you found out on his phone he had other women. You thought things were going so great until you found that, pissing you off.
Now you were back at your shared home with your roommate Noah not meaning to slam the door disturbing his music recording.
“Haven’t I told you not to slam the door?” Irritated Noah emerging from his room directing at you.
You rolled your eyes.
“You don’t pay all the bills here you know. I’ll slam the door if I want, since I picked it out for our house.” You replied, matching his sassy attitude towards you.
In a moment he was on his feet right at you pinning you against him and the door.
“Why do you have to be such a brat? Did that guy not fuck the brat out of you hard enough?
His words made you freeze. It irritated you. Noah knew you were having trouble finding someone to keep up with your brattiness, and your bad decisions. Lucky for you he was in support of them most of the time.
“When was the last time, someone sucked your dick?” You spat back at him. He backed away from you also irritated at the fact that you were digging into his sex life now as if he wasn’t just in yours.
“You know maybe we should help each other out…” you paced around the room as Noah watched you with his arms crossed against his chest.
“Since we’re both so frustrated and pent up, why don’t you just fuck me Noah?!” You stopped as you stomped your foot at him to back a point.
He just stared back at you emotionless, like he wanted to say something or do something but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to unless you wanted him to. He was waiting for you to set him off.
“Why are you just standing there we can fix each others problems?!” He just stared back at you without a word making you more frustrated.
“You know what fuck you, you probably couldn’t make me finish..” as you turned to walk yourself towards your room, Noah was on his feet straight towards you picking you up.
You were lifted off your feet as he carried you into his room pinning you to the bed.
“Since you wanna act like a brat and slam my doors, I’m going treat you like one.” Noah growled, before flipping you over smacking your ass.
Noah was right next to your ear you could almost feel him smirking.
“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.” He chuckled darkly, giving your ear a light kiss. He flipped you over so he could see your face wanting your consent before he did anything to you.
“Tell me to stop.” Noah’s hands went to his belt undoing it, waiting for you to tell him to stop. He was pleased to see you didn’t. You wanted this as much as he did, if not even more.
“Please..” you groan, “I want you… it hurts so bad.” You cried, wanting to be touched, manhandled, even just to cum from him.
Noah was your best friend, you’ve trusted him for years. You knew he’d do anything for you if you asked. Sure you got on each other’s nerves but at the end of the day you were still there for each other. He was there when you needed to cry on his shoulder, he’s here now when you need him to fuck you.
“I got you Angel.” Noah took his shirt off, followed by his jeans leaving himself in his boxers as he moved to start undressing you.
His hands reached for your shirt, revealing no bra underneath, as a surprise for him. He smirked at the fact you went braless but also loved it. His hands went to your jeans undoing them pulling the zipping down to take him off your legs.
Now both of you were just in your underwear. Your thing that barely covered anything and his boxers that left nothing to the imagination. You were ready for him to pounce on you but instead he kissed your lips gently.
“You know I love you right?” Noah whispered, as he looked in your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt from you.
“Yea..” you replied.
“Good because I’m going to fuck you like the brat you are.” Noah turned your around again pulling your thong off, while taking off his boxers.
He pressed his clothed crotch right onto your bare ass. You felt all of him, throbbing, thick and swollen right against you.
Your words must of raveled him up, or maybe he’s been dreaming about doing this to you. You felt him press himself now bare against you while your head was pushed into the mattress.
He manhandled your ass pulling apart your cheeks just to spit down your cunt before ripping himself against it for lube.
You were already dripping everywhere, but he felt you moan loudly in the mattress from the action causing him to smirk as he rubbed against you taunting you.
He wanted to hear you beg, beg for an inch of him, the whole thing filling you up to the brim so much that you couldn’t breathe. He wanted you to beg for him.
He’d want to tease you more and hear more cries come from you but to be fair you both were pretty sensitive and needed this more than anything, causing him to bend down and kiss your shoulder gently before pushing himself fully into you filling you up all the way.
You felt all of him inside you suffocating you, it was almost as if you couldn’t fit all of him, but he made it fit. He made it work and he made you feel every inch.
You held your breath, for a moment remembering you had to breathe. Would be embarrassing to pass out during sex, you thought to yourself.
Noah held himself there letting you adjust to him and his size, leaving marks on your body while you listen to soft humming he made as if he was holding onto not moving himself in you.
You were so wet and enclosed for him it was hard not to just start going to town with you.
“Please move…” you said almost as plead but more of a statement with a nod, which gave him all he needed to bring himself out and bury himself back in you to the hilt.
He felt overwhelming. His dick was in all the right places, fitting like a glove. He used you like a little cock sleeve for him. Noah has always had thought of fuckin his best friend, but never in his life did he think he’d have to brat tame you.
He loved it. And by the sounds you were making you loved it as well. Noah felt you pulse around him letting him know you were close. Your cunt was holding onto him as if he would leave (he never would.)
The feeling of him filling you up over and over again is overwhelming, it almost felt like too much and you could feel the overstimulation setting in. He was overwhelming you.
“Noahh…” you cried breathlessly, he moved your body up against his has he rocked his hips slowly into you. You were so close and just needed something to push you over the edge. You thought for a minute what would send you over. Tears were flowing from your face, from the overstimulation, making Noah slow down a little bit.
Then you felt it. His teeth on your shoulder. He didn’t fully bite you like an animal but the feeling of him gazing your skin was enough to nearly send you over the edge.
“Noah, please make me cum…” you whined. You felt him smirk against your shoulder.
He pushed your body back down into the mattress, your ass hanging off the bed. You felt his hand come down and smack it slightly.
“You’re such a brat, begging me to make you cum, crying for me, slamming my doors… why do you deserve to cum?”
Noah asked, as he thrusted deep in you again, his head thrown back from the feeling. Both of you were on edge and Noah could definitely make both you cum right now but he wanted to hear you answer him.
“Because I’m yours… I’m your brat, please, please make me cum, it hurts I need it.” You muttered, into the mattress. Noah was pleased with your response leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
“As you wish..”
Noah fully put himself in you before moving your body up against his toying with your clit as he did. His thrust didn’t stop or slow down. Your moans didn’t either, it was the perfect feeling, it bought you over the edge with your overstimulation. It felt perfect he felt perfect in you like he was what you were missing.
At the kiss of your cervix from his dick he felt you let go around him. Flooding him with your release followed by his right behind you pumping it full in you.
You both laid on his bed for a few moments before he bought a kiss to your head reminding you your his.
A/N: Heyyyy… so like trying to write is pretty rough right now. So I’m basically just going out stuff when I absolutely can. I always say that and then I don’t. I know I hope y’all enjoy I’m open to some requests maybe if they’re not too detailed. I’m also going back to my grey aesthetic, it just looks better in my opinion. I love roomate Noah right now if anyone has any thots about that… but love y’all more coming soon.
Should be sleeping, but I CANNOT stop thinking about roommate!Noah
MINORS DNI. 18+ below the cut
Roommate!Noah who insists on movie night every night when he’s home from tour. But it’s not movie night unless you’re all cuddled up together on the couch, his long fingers tracing delicate patterns on every inch of exposed skin he can reach.
Or roommate!Noah who insists that he can’t stream unless you’re in the room with him. But keeps green screen on so you can lounge on his bed and stay his own little secret.
Who gets jealous if you go out on a date, because it should be him. What are you doing with these assholes, anyway? They’ll never remember that you like your coffee black. Or that you can’t stand the feel of denim. And they definitely wouldn’t remember that your favorite breakfast in the world is Eggs Benedict. But him? He remembers all of that.
Roommate!Noah who regularly throws you over his shoulder and carries you up to his bed, long after the rest of the house has gone to bed, because only he gets to know what you sound like when he’s got you bent over, buried so deep in you that you swear he’s up in your ribcage.
And nobody else knows the way you tremble after an intense orgasm, or the way you look up at him, like he’s the only person in the world that matters to you in that moment.
Roommate!Noah who is one more failed date away from making you delete that stupid fucking app and taking you out himself.
***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***
Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.
CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (past attempt mentioned), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, more to come as I actually get things written out.
Lifeline
Quinn looked around at her bedroom. Most everything was packed. She still hadn’t found anywhere else to go, which scared her. Noah would be home tomorrow and she didn’t think she could fight with him anymore. And she knew that was all that they would do once he was home. Either that or they would pretend the other didn’t exist anymore, and she wasn’t sure which one was worse. The last couple weeks of not speaking to him was slowly killing her. But she couldn’t bring herself to unblock him and reach out. She had really done it this time. No way did he want to speak to her anymore. Not after she called him a cunt and hung up on him. Better to just leave it as it was.
Nicholas, Jolly, and Nick gave her tour updates. At one point Nicholas had reached out because Noah had caused a scene before a show and broke a couple of things. She pretended not to know what could have caused it, but something told her Nicholas had already read between the lines and figured out it had something to do with her.
Her stomach grumbled at her, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in too long. With a heavy sigh and even heavier footsteps she trudged downstairs, into the kitchen, and set to work making a bowl of popcorn. Anything else was too much effort. She was exhausted. Mentally and physically. Maybe this was for the best. She had grown kind of dependent on Noah. Always looking to him to solve all of her problems. It didn’t stop the ache in her chest, though.
Quinn leaned against the counter, lost in thought while her popcorn popped in the microwave. The hum of the microwave and the popping of the kernels almost hypnotized her. It drowned out her racing thoughts. Eased the anxious butterflies flitting around low in her belly.
The front door slammed shut, startling her. Heavy footsteps trudged toward the kitchen. She would know those footsteps anywhere. Noah was home. He was early. Fuck.
Right as he rounded the corner into the kitchen Quinn turned on her heels and bolted for the back door. She would hop the fence if she had to. Anything to avoid the fight that was sure to come.
Unfortunately, Noah’s much longer legs closed the distance between the kitchen and the dining room much faster than she could, his ridiculously long arms wrapping around her and hauling her off her feet. Shit. Fuck. She was in trouble. Goddamn it. She didn’t want to do this.
“Nope. You don’t get to run away this time, Quinn.”
“Put me down, Noah!” Quinn hollered, kicking her feet.
“Quinn Elaine. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Stop fucking kicking me.” Noah laughed as he set her on the counter, boxing her in. “Baby, you’re only going to hurt yourself doing that.”
“Why are you manhandling me?” She crossed her arms, staring him down defiantly.
It was then she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. The weight he had lost. How even though he was smiling down at her, his eyes were dead. Tired. Void of any real emotion. Like he had gone completely and utterly numb.
“Seems that’s the only way you’ll actually talk to me these days,” he shrugged.
“I don’t want to fight, Noah. I’m so tired of fighting.” Weary she closed her eyes, waiting for whatever he had in store for her.
“Then stop fighting me at every turn, Quinn.” Noah’s voice was quiet. Rough. His forehead rested against hers and she didn’t dare open her eyes. “Please.”
Quinn broke, her arms winding around his neck so she could cling to him, her lifeline, as all of her fear and panic and heartbreak burst out of her on a broken sob. She didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to leave behind her home. Her friends. Noah.
“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her breath coming in short spurts. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
All she could do was repeat those two words. Over and over again as she clung tighter and tighter to him, silently begging him to do anything but stand there. Say anything other than be silent.
Longer fingers gently wiped away tears, seconds before his lips were on hers, desperate and pleading. Saying everything he couldn’t say in that moment. Every ounce of pain over the last two weeks. Every moment of rage. His relief at finding her car still in the driveway. All the words he so desperately wanted to say to her but couldn’t.
Long fingers tangled in her hair, gripping and yanking her head back, exposing her throat to him, his lips trailing down. Heat pooled low in her belly with every brush of his lips over the column of her throat, his teeth sinking into her flesh, just hard enough to leave a mark for everyone to see.
The world around her ceased to exist. There was only her and Noah there, in the kitchen, his hands everywhere all at once. Almost like he was making sure she was actually there. He had to touch every last bit of her that he could. A reassurance that this moment was real.
Noah pulled back briefly, dark eyes locked on hers, his hands making quick work of removing her shirt. Then his own. Quinn lost track of where he was at any given moment. He was everywhere. She was everywhere. They were desperate. Needy. Their bodies pressed so closely together she wasn’t sure they would ever be able to come apart again.
Quinn had fully soaked through her panties, could feel them sticking to her as Noah devoured every bit of her he could. She could feel his hard length trapped inside of his own pants, pressed snugly against her core, his hips rocking against her, both of them desperate for some kind of friction. Long fingers slid between their bodies, sliding into the waistband of the sweats she wore, tugging.
“Fucking Christ,” he grumbled before he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her just enough to force her pants and her panties down over her hips, over the swell of her ass, and to her legs.
Noah separated from her once more, yanking them all of the way off, tossing them somewhere off to the side before he was back on her again. Her own fingers trailed down his abdomen, feeling every twitch of his muscles, every shudder as she dipped lower and lower to jerk his pants down just enough to free him. Carefully she wrapped her hand around him, guiding him to her.
Noah’s large hand covered hers, helping her slide him through her folds, gathering her own wetness on his tip before he lifted his head, watching her face as he drove into her, filling her fully in one swift thrust. Pain and pleasure and overwhelming fullness all crashed through her at once, blending together, their moans filling the silence in between.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” he groaned, jaw flexing as he tried to give her time to adjust.
Jesus Christ, he was beautiful like this. Pupils blown with lust, lips parted as ragged breaths escaped him. Hair already mussed, and all the while looking at her like she was all that mattered. It was addicting.
“Just fuck me, Noah. Please,” she begged. All she needed right now was him.
Noah pulled back before surging forward, a ragged moan breaking free from his lips, mingling with her own. Again and again, each thrust harder. Faster. Driving into her over and over, one hand cradling the back of her head to keep it from hitting the cupboard behind her.
The first wave of her impending orgasm built quickly, her body tensing around him. She knew well enough by now to not close her eyes. He loved watching her as she came, usually that being all he needed before he was joining her. Loved having that intense eye contact with her throughout it all.
“Say you’re mine,” he pleaded, his brow furrowed as he moved faster, harder. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Fuck,” she gasped, her limbs pulling him in closer. “I’m yours,” she moaned, keeping her eyes locked on his.
That familiar tight band low in her belly started to pull tight, threatening to snap at any moment. She was irrevocably his. Had been since that night in that shitty little bar all those years ago.
Slowly she slid one hand between them, finding her clit and circling it, pressing firmly, chasing her own high. He was so close, and she knew he wouldn’t, couldn’t actually, until she had.
“Say it again.” A command.
“I’m yours,” she repeated, her breath catching in her throat as he slammed into her. “Fuck. Noah,” she called out, repeating one last time that she was his, and only his before her orgasm slammed into her, her vision going black.
She could feel him moving, his movement becoming sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering before he buried himself deep within her, joining her with his own release.
Noah’s forehead dropped to hers once more, their eyes closing while they regained their breath. His long arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his face buried in her hair.
“You good, baby?” He muttered, pressing a kiss to her head.
All she could do was nod weakly, holding him as tight as she could. Her best friend. Her Noah. Her lifeline.
***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***
Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.
CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (past attempt mentioned), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, more to come as I actually get things written out.
A/N: 4.2k words. I got a little carried away. Smut below the cut. 🫡
Masterlist
You Smell Like Victory
Silence filled the room while she scrolled through Netflix, the titles of shows and movies a blur. Noah worked silently at his desk, responding to a few emails. Something had changed in the kitchen earlier. Such a quick kiss she thought she had imagined it at first. Then the extra touching. Like he was finding every excuse imaginable to have his hands on her. On the small of her back, his hand on her thigh as they sat together on the couch. How when he had passed her to head up here he had grabbed her hand to get her attention, not letting go until she had followed him all the way into his room. The way his hands lingered longer than normal.
The bed shifted as Noah laid next to her, his own gaze fixed on the ceiling. Cautious she glanced over at home, noting the way his brow furrowed slightly. Something was clearly on his mind. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking of the same things she was.
“Find a movie yet?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked on the ceiling.
“No.” Quinn sighed. She hadn’t been able to focus on any of the titles.
“What about ‘The Nun’? You love that one.”
“You hate it, though.”
“So? You love it. Put it on.”
Quinn arched her brow as she stared down at him. Noah never let her just put on what she wanted without a fight. He was being weird. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it.
“Alright. Who are you and what have you done with my Noah?”
Noah laughed, finally tearing his gaze away from the ceiling. His warm eyes traveled over her face, pausing ever so briefly on her lips before meeting her eyes again.
“Is it so impossible to believe that maybe I’m just being nice?” He chuckled, nudging her side with his elbow. “Put your stupid movie on.”
Quinn eyed him warily, unsure whether this was one of his pranks or not. Noah always gave her shit about that movie. Was always teasing her every time she jumped, regardless of how many times she had seen it. With a roll of her eyes she shrugged, turning her attention back to the TV.
“Your loss, I guess.” She pushed play.
“Hardly,” he muttered, getting up.
Frowning she watched him grab a pair of sweatpants and head towards the door. Where the hell did he think he was going? The deal was always that they watched the movie and then he changed after. Something was off with him tonight. Then the light shut off.
“Noah! What the fuck?”
“What? Too scared to be alone for two minutes?” He laughed, walking out the door.
“Asshole!” She called after him, his only response laughter as the bathroom door shut behind him.
Quinn’s eyes went back to the TV, heart in her throat. As she watched the two Sisters she sat up, scooting as far back from the TV as possible, like Valak could reach through the stupid TV and grab her. She loved this movie purely because Valak terrified her. Something Noah clearly didn’t understand.
Right as the Sister sacrificed herself, Noah returned, the click of his bedroom door shutting startling her. Her hand clutched at her chest as she turned toward him, wide eyed.
“Noah! You asshole! You left me alone with Valak.”
Noah chuckled, shaking his head as he deposited his clothes into his hamper. She tried really hard not to notice the way his sweats sat low on his hips. Something he couldn’t really help. It was always hard for him to find clothes that fit his tall frame. But still. After the way he had been towards her all evening, it was hard not to notice it. Almost like it was on purpose. The shirt he usually wore for bed was definitely noticeably absent. Tattoos and the abs he had been working so hard on in the gym on full display.
“You’ve seen this movie a thousand times. I think you’re fine.” He motioned for her to scoot forward. “Scoot. Assume the position.”
Quinn followed his direction, scooting forward. Felt the bed shift as he slid into his usual spot behind her, his legs on either side of hers. His long arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against his chest. They always watched movies like this. Usually far more dressed than this, however. She couldn’t help but notice how bare her legs were as his hand landed on her thigh, resting there.
“Hey. Together we make one whole outfit.” Quinn laughed nervously, the movie completely forgotten at this point.
“Strange that both items are actually mine. Are you ever going to give my shirt back?”
Her eyes stayed focused on the hand on her thigh, watched as he started to trace little patterns on her the inside of it. Such a small, simple thing he had probably done countless times over the years, yet tonight it had a dull ache forming right at the apex of her thighs. Quinn swallowed, trying to keep her breathing even.
“Weird way to say our shirt, but okay.”
“You’re a menace, you know that?”
Noah sounded so normal. So nonchalant. Like he wasn’t currently driving her absolutely insane. His fingers trailed just slightly closer to her center and she had to fight to keep any reaction at bay. This was normal, right? He was just being his usual kind of touchy self. Just normal Noah. She was the one being weird.
“If you say so.” Her voice was quiet, just barely above a whisper. She didn’t trust it at this point. Didn’t trust that speaking normally wouldn’t give away exactly what was going through her mind.
His hand slid up her thigh just another fraction of an inch and she sucked in a breath, holding it. Noah’s low chuckle behind her brought her attention away from his hand on her thigh. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Noah?”
“Yes?” he asked, his lips right by her ear.
“What, uh,” his hand inched closer. “What’s up?”
Quinn kicked herself. What’s up? What’s up?! Was she stupid? Jesus Christ.
“See, things have been a little tense like, the entire time I’ve been home. My fault, really. And I think the only way to fix it at this point is to fuck about it.” His hand moved, cupping her through her panties. “Don’t you think we should just fuck it out, Quinn?”
Quinn gasped as he massaged her, using the palm of his hand to apply pressure to her clit. Her hips jerked slightly, a quiet whimper escaping her as liquid heat surged through her body. Helpless she nodded her head, hands gripping the hem of his shirt she wore. Like she had ever had a chance in hell of saying no. Part of her had known the second he led her up here, tossed the shirt she’d worn the night before at her before turning his back so she could change, that this was exactly where things were headed tonight.
“Words, baby. Use your words.” His voice was low, just barely loud enough for only her to hear.
“Y-yes,” she stammered, rocking her hips against his hand.
Noah rewarded her by slipping his hand inside her panties, one long finger rubbing slow, languid circles around her clit. Her back arched, a low groan slipping out of her. Teeth scraped over the side of her throat, his fingers plunging inside of her, curling, stroking, as his palm now pressed against her, massaging her clit as he worked. His free hand slip up her shirt, nails scraping over her belly, tracing a path up to her breast.
Pressure built low in her belly, her heart beating erratically in her chest. She was on the edge, and she wasn’t sure she could stop her impending orgasm even if she tried. Even if she wanted to. He had slowly, systematically worked her up to this point all evening. His fingers captured her nipple, pinching slightly as he tugged, and the pressure in her belly burst, her body tensing as she came, breath hitching as she fought to stay quiet.
“Jesus Christ, Quinn.” He groaned, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of her as he eased her down from her high. “You’re so fucking sensitive.”
Body trembling she collapsed back against him, trying desperately to catch her breath. She could feel every hard inch of him beneath her, and she couldn’t help the slight hesitation. If what she felt was correct, she was in trouble. Jesus Christ. How the hell did he expect to fit? Did everything on him have to be big?
“And whose fault is that, exactly?” She sighed, running a still trembling hand through her hair. “Teasing me all fucking night. And you call me a menace.”
“Anybody ever tell you that you’re incredibly fucking mouthy?” He laughed, dropping a kiss on top of her head. “You good?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, wincing as he pulled his fingers out of her.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Like you said, I’m sensitive.”
Quinn sat up fully, lifting her shirt and tossing it off to the side. While she appreciated him taking the time to check in with her, she needed more. Needed to get him inside of her. Even if, by her judgement, it would hurt. She trusted him. Knew he would be gentle with her.
Noah brushed her hair off her shoulder, pressing his lips to her skin. Quinn sighed, letting herself relax against him just slightly.
“How do you want to do this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” He trailed off, his hands going back to her thighs, tracing soothing patterns once more. “What position would be most comfortable for you?”
Quinn thought about it, picturing every position she could think of. She imagined him behind her, and while her favorite position, wasn’t something she was sure she could handle right now. Most of the men she had been with were average sized. He felt much larger. Which meant being in top would be a struggle.
“No one’s ever asked me that before,” she mused. She felt his body tense behind her. “I suppose you on top?”
She didn’t wait for his direction and moved to lay beside him, watching as his head turned to follow her. He made no immediate move to follow her, just watched her as she laid back, holding her hand out to him.
“That’s something we’re going to unpack later.”
Noah moved over her, taking her hand in his. Carefully he pulled her arm up above her head, his eyes raking over her before locking with hers.
“You’re absolutely sure?” He asked, his voice trembling. “You can say stop at anytime and I’ll stop. Like, full stop. You’re the one in control, Quinn.”
“Noah. I’m sure.”
His lips crashed into hers, needing no further encouragement. Her free hand cupped his cheek, hips rocking up against his, desperate to feel him there. Noah’s free arm wrapped around her waist, holding her body against as his lips moved over hers, his own hips rocking against hers, hitting just the right spot.
The two of them moved together, neither in a rush to get to it. His tongue traced her bottom lip and she parted her lips, her soft sigh as his tongue slipped inside her mouth swallowed up by him. While gentle in his exploration of her mouth his hips rocked against hers harder, pressing her down into the mattress. The sensations were at war with each other, nearly driving her over the edge once more. He was everywhere and still not where she needed him.
Noah pulled back, releasing her hand from his. He pulled his hand down to her cheek, running his thumb over her bottom lip, tugging slightly. With a smirk he brushed his lips over her cheek, across her jawline, down her throat. Quinn shivered, breath shaky as he reached her collarbone, the swell of her breast, before pulling her nipple into his mouth, the other one caught between his fingers. Electric waves scorched through her, straight down to her core. She felt his lips curve into a smile as he rocked his hips again before switching sides. With a curse she shifted beneath him, her one free hand tangling in his hair and tugging.
“Noah. Please,” she pleaded, hips lifting against his.
Noah lifted his head, glancing up at her. The sight of him like this, perfectly between her breasts, that lazy grin of his she loved so much on his stupidly perfect face was enough to knock the breath right out of her. He looked like an unsupervised kid in a fucking candy store.
“Do you know how often I’ve tried to picture your tits? Jesus fucking Christ. This is a dream come true. I could die right now and I would die happy. Have you seen these things?!”
Quinn couldn’t help but laugh. She never knew he was this easily pleased. If she had known she might have let him see them a lot sooner. Probably would have saved her a lot of time arguing with him, too.
“Noah. I see them every day. They’re kind of attached to me.”
Noah cleared his throat, still unable to hide the unbridled joy on his face. Boobs. They were just boobs. And he was acting like it was Christmas morning or some shit.
“Right. Back to business. But I have got to play with these more often. Holy shit, dude.”
“NOAH.”
“I’M SORRY!” He laughed, burying his face between them.
Quinn couldn’t help but join in his laughter. It had been just a little too long since she had heard him laugh like this. Months. All over a pair of boobs. He was downright giddy over it. And she loved every second of it. This was her Noah.
Noah pressed his lips in the valley between her breasts, his laughter dying down. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he slowly made his way south, stopping to pay extra attention to the spot just under her bellybutton, pressing his lips extra firmly against the scar there. The one her first boyfriend after she had met Noah left. Tears burned her eyes as she watched him drift lower, stopping on her hip, right at the edge of her panties.
“You good, Quinn?” He asked, his voice so gentle she almost forgot what they were doing.
“Yeah.” She nodded her head, forcing the memory away before it could take hold.
Noah slowly hooked his fingers in each side of her panties, his eyes on her, watching her for any signs she wanted to stop, slowly sliding them down her thighs, over her knees. Down around her ankles. And suddenly she was totally naked before him, illuminated only by the light from the movie still playing. The movie she had only watched a couple minutes of so far.
If it had been anyone else watching her so intently she would have been nervous. But it was Noah. The Noah who had seen her at her worst and still stuck around. The one who always took care of her, whether she wanted it or not.
Quinn watched as he stood at the foot of the bed, scrubbing his hand down his face as he looked at her, fully exposed now. Watched as he removed his pants, her eyes going wide when she saw him. There was no way he was going to fit. Oh, fuck.
“Uh, Noah? You could’ve warned me first. I-“ she swallowed. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”
Noah chuckled as he knelt between her legs, propping an ankle up on his shoulder. Nerves settled in her stomach, the reality of the situation hitting her. She was about to have sex with her best friend. And while she trusted him whole heartedly, she didn’t quite trust that she would be able to walk afterwards. She was either about to have the most incredible sex of her life, or it wouldn’t work and they would both end up frustrated even more frustrated.
“It’ll fit.” A soft kiss on the inside of her ankle. “Just gotta relax.”
Time slowed to a crawl as he trailed his lips up the inside of her leg, pausing mid thigh. She was about to ask him what he was doing when he attached his mouth to her thigh, sucking a dark mark there. He was marking her. Making sure she didn’t forget this any time soon. Anyone else and she would have been pissed. Instead, for him, her hips lifted in an attempt to urge him closer to where she wanted him.
Noah turned his attention to her other thigh, leaving another mark, this one higher up. Quinn looked down, cheeks flushed when she saw him paused at the apex of her thighs, his own eyes on her as he breathed her in. His impossibly long arms wrapped around her thighs, spreading them further apart than she thought possible, pinning them down. She didn’t think she had ever seen something so beautifully erotic in her life. If this was the only time she got to see him like this, she wanted it etched in her memory forever.
Quinn couldn’t look away, watching as his tongue flicked out, delicately tasting her. Felt his breath on her as he exhaled on a groan. So slowly she was borderline frustrated he traced every part of her with his tongue before completely burying his face in her, slipping his tongue inside of her.
“Fuck,” she gasped, attempting to move her hips against him. “Noah,” she whined, finding herself unable to move.
“Patience, baby. Gotta make sure you’re ready.” He sighed, circling her clit with his tongue. “Just a little taste. I promise.”
Quinn all but leapt off the bed as he pulled her into his mouth, shockwaves of pleasure racing throughout her body. Little taste her ass. He was devouring her, all lips and tongue and teeth as she writhed beneath him, another orgasm racing towards her. Another one she was helpless to stop, her body trembling as it slammed into her, knocking the breath from her lungs, his name leaving her lips on a broken cry.
Noah pulled back, dropping a soft kiss on her. Lips pressed to each of her hips, her bellybutton, as he moved up her body, giving her time to steady herself once more. Shaking she closed her eyes, willing her breathing to slow down. He was set on ruining her. She was sure of it.
“Still good?” He asked, peppering little kisses over her face.
“Absolutely,” she laughed weakly.
“Eyes on me, Quinn.” Slowly she opened her eyes, nodding her head. “You’re absolutely sure you want to do this?”
Noah’s eyes searched hers, his brow furrowed slightly, looking for any hint she wanted to stop. Any sign of hesitation. Her hand reached up, fingertips slowly tracing his features, committing him to memory. Things were about to change forever, and she wanted to remember him as he was now. Just her Noah.
“I’m sure.”
Noah shifted, lining himself up with her entrance, and for the first time she saw just how nervous he was. He knew this was going to change everything just as much as she did. And neither of them knew how.
Slowly, gently, he started to ease himself inside of her, their eyes still locked together. Just as the stretch became a little too much he pulled back slightly, dropping his head to press his lips to her shoulder as he pressed forward again, moaning into her skin. It burned slightly as he filled her a little more, but more than that she needed more. Needed to feel him all the way inside her.
“Noah,” she whimpered as he pulled back again, before thrusting into her, nearly completely filling her this time.
“Breathe, baby.” His shook as he lifted his head to look down at her. “Almost there, okay? Just a little more.”
This time he didn’t pull back, instead opting to slide his arms underneath her, pressing her body to his as he surged forward that little bit more, knocking the breath from her lungs. She had never felt this full before. It was somehow too much, yet not enough. She wanted to slow down for a minute, as she knew she should, give herself time to adjust, but needed him to start moving.
“Fuck. So fucking tight,” he groaned, his grip on her tightening. “Good job, baby. You did so good.”
Noah lowered his lips to hers, muffling her moans as he rocked his hips gently, testing her. Her hands clutched at his back, hips lifting to meet his, silently urging him on. It hurt, but only slightly. He moved again, keeping her pressed against him, holding her in place.
“Noah, please,” she pleaded, driven only by the intense need filling her. She needed him to properly fuck her more than she needed oxygen at this point.
“Just don’t wanna hurt you.” He shuddered as she clenched around him. “You’re okay?”
“Yes. Just, please, Noah,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
Noah withdrew painfully slow, before surging forward again, driving into her. Quinn clung to him, burying her face in his neck as he moved, desperately trying to muffle the ungodly noises she was making with every stroke. Sex had always been fun. Great, even. This was different. The way he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside of her every thrust, the feel of him filling her so completely she could feel every little ridge of his cock. The way he didn’t hold back and moaned and spoke directly into her ear. Telling her over and over how it felt being inside of her. She wasn’t going to last long. And from the sound of him, neither would he.
“Fuck, Quinn.” He cursed, his hips moving faster. “Need you to cum, baby.”
His hand slipped between their bodies, thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing frantically. Her teeth sank into his shoulder as she exploded around him, everything going dark briefly. Unable to hold on any longer, her body totally spent she dropped her head back, limbs falling to her sides. With unfocused eyes she watched him, studied the way his lips parted, how his breath hitched as his movements became sloppy, erratic, before he pulled out at the last second, releasing onto her stomach.
Dazed she laid there as he sat back on his heels, his own unfocused gaze falling on her belly. Slowly his eyes lifted to hers, and holding him there she reached down, swiping a finger through his cum. Noah’s jaw dropped just slightly as he watched her bring that finger up to her lips, popping it in her mouth so she could taste him.
“That. You. Fuck.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Can’t even speak. Sexiest thing you could have done right now.” He ran a hand through his hair, studying her a moment longer. “You okay?”
“Fucking fantastic, actually.” Quinn nodded her head, soft smile curving her lips. “10 out of 10. Highly recommend.”
Noah laughed, climbing off the bed to pull his pants back on. She watched in fascination as he kept glancing over at her, that boyish smirk back on his face. Almost like he couldn’t believe he had a naked girl in his bed. One currently covered in his cum, and probably looking absolutely wrecked. If his mission had been to ruin her for other men tonight, she was fairly certain he had accomplished that. Nothing would ever compare to what had just happened.
“I’ll be right back. Gonna grab some stuff so we can get you cleaned up.”
Quinn watched him walk out the door, tossing one last glance back at her. Her eyes fell to the TV to find the movie was long over. She propped herself up on her elbows, studying the mess on her stomach. Jesus, that was a lot.
The door clicked shut again and a warm rag dropped onto her stomach, another pressed between her thighs. Noah gently wiped her clean, tutting at her when she winced, flinching.
“Don’t even,” she grumbled. “You would be tender, too, if you’d just had your body split in half like that.”
“I wanted to be gentle.” Noah chuckled as he tossed the rag he had used between her thighs at his hamper, quickly cleaning up the mess in her stomach.
“Somehow I feel like that wouldn’t have mattered.”
“Hungry? Thirsty?”
Quinn shook her head, flopping back on his bed. All she really wanted right now was sleep. A soft blanket and sleep. She was spent. Exhausted. No energy left.
“Sleep. Just sleep.”
Noah shifted, moving her body around as he pulled the blanket back, laying beside her before pulling the blanket up over them. His arm slid under her, pulling her into his chest, one hand stroking her hair as her eyes closed. His lips pressed against the top of her head as she wrapped an arm and a leg around him, settling into her favorite position to cuddle him in. Whatever the consequences of what they did could be addressed in the morning. For now, she was happy and content.
***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***
Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.
CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, more to come as I actually get things written out.
Just Friends
It's funny how life works sometimes. Someone can tell you they love you in one breath and in the very next shatter your entire reality. One wrong move while driving down the road can alter yours and another person's life forever. A brief conversation with a stranger over a drink and exchanged phone numbers can bring people into your life that you now can't imagine life without them. The latter was exactly how Quinn now found herself in this house, surrounded by the best friends she could have ever hoped for, their banter in the living room bringing a smile to her lips as she dumped snacks into bowls.
The boys had all gotten home from tour a couple days ago, and as always, they had to have a movie night. It sort of became tradition even before Noah had invited her to move in with them. After every tour there was a big family dinner, followed by a movie night where none of them actually paid attention to the movies they chose, too caught up in catching up on everything that happened while they were gone.
"Quinn! Hurry your ass up! I'm starving here!" Folio hollered from the living room.
"Untwist your panties! You're welcome to come help, ya know!" She hollered back.
Truthfully, she should have had someone come help her. The downside to living in this particular house full of guys was that they all were much taller than her. Well, all of them that actually lived there. Which meant everything was up high and she had to climb to reach most things. Meaning it took her longer to get even just snacks together.
"Fucking tall ass motherfuckers," she grumbled, climbing up on the counter to reach some more bowls. She probably should have actually counted how much she needed before starting. Her fault, really. A long tattooed arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her off the counter.
"I swear to God, Quinn. You're going to break your fucking neck one of these days. What do you need?" Noah's voice behind her, somewhat panicked, almost made her giggle.
"Well, if you didn't put shit up so high I wouldn't have to climb to get it! And some more bowls."
Noah shook his head, chuckling. Her best friend and roommate. The person that found her in that bar seven years ago, drinking away the pain of her boyfriend at the time breaking up with her, and somehow took all those broken pieces and put her back together.
When Noah was home they quite literally did everything together. From rock climbing to going to gigs for small local bands. Movie nights up in his room, just the two of them. Shoot, when he was home she barely slept in her own room. Every night, without fail they would fall asleep in his room. It was enough that Jolly had asked them more than once if there was something else going on. And was never satisfied when they told him that they were just friends.
"You could also use the step stool I bought you."
"Step stools are for old people and children. I happen to be neither."
"You're impossible."
"You love me!"
Noah glanced down at her with a smirk as he grabbed some of the filled bowls. Quinn ignored the way her stomach flipped as his dark eyes met hers. Ignored the way her heart began to race. He was her best friend. That she definitely had a crush on. But he could never know that. It would make things weird, and she was happy with the way things were. Truly.
"Come on, my little terror pixie."
Huffing she followed him into the living room. Noah had called her a terror pixie from the night they met. However, the calling her his little terror pixie was something new. And she absolutely hated how warm and fuzzy it made her feel inside. Best friends weren't supposed to feel like that towards the other.
"Fuck off, Bigfoot."
With fake indignation she found her spot on the floor with him, settled right between his legs. Long arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against him, settling loosely around her waist. Quinn didn't miss the look everyone shared, or the way Jolly smirked at them. Like they all knew something she didn't. Or maybe they were, once again, reading too much into the way her and Noah were together.
The text bestfriend!noah/roommate!noah sends you when you’re working late, and he’s bored and wants his best friend to just come home already. And how dare you work late when he’s home? He’s ready for self-care Sunday and a scary movie where he gets to protect you from the monster on the screen, damn it.
***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***
Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.
CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (mention of a past attempt), more to come as I actually get things written out.
Masterlist
We Bend
Another shitty date. Another evening wasted. More money wasted. Because she just could not let these men pay for her meal. Groaning she kicked off her shoes, adjusting her skirt in the process. Another wasted skirt on a man that couldn't even get passed the first five minutes without talking to her like she was stupid. What the fuck was wrong with her? Literally nobody had been good enough. The bar was low, but goddamn. Why the fuck was she back home at 11pm and bored out of her skull?
Heaving a weary sigh she started up the stairs, smiling the instant she heard Noah yelling in his room. That sound was all she needed to know that she was home.
Curious she peeked her head inside his cracked bedroom door, smothering a snicker as he jumped and laughed with the friends he was online with. She couldn't help but watch him in his element. Everyone said that music was what made him who he was, but as she watched him now, wearing cat ear headphones, jamming out to some Bruno Mars, she couldn't help but fall for him just a little more.
On the tips of her toes she crept forward, clicking his bedroom door shut behind her. He only ever left it open if she wasn't back by a certain time, anyway. Surely he had to have heard the door close. He had to have. Instead he jumped when she came into view, pausing his game. Without a word she climbed into his lap, settling herself where she could bury her face in the crook of his neck.
"Something came up. Gotta run." He spoke into his headset, ripping it off. “Bad date?”
“Yeah. Total dickbag.” Quinn heaved a weary sigh. “The bar is so low at this point I would settle for somebody that at least looks at me when they’re talking to me.”
Noah shifted underneath her, his arms settling around her waist. Large hands rubbed her back in soothing circles, his breathing slowly changing to match her own. He had always done that. Mirrored her in some way. It was unsettling how easily he did it, sometimes. Like it was as natural as, well, breathing.
“Try raising the bar, babe. You deserve more than that.”
Quinn shrugged. At one point she had thought so, too. But as time went on she was starting to realize that may not be true. And that maybe she was the problem.
“Don’t shrug at me. I’m right and you know it.”
“You have to say that. You’re my best friend.”
Noah chuckled as he reached up and grabbed her head to lift it off his shoulder. She knew she was being impossible and should just take the compliment. But truthfully, her confidence had been shaken years ago and she never quite got it back. He held her face there, inches from his, forcing her to look at him. His dark eyes were soft and dancing with affection as he looked at her.
“That means I’m the most qualified to say that. I know you, flaws and all. From the way you refuse to use a stupid step stool to reach up high, to the fact that you know the entire choreography to Bad Romance.”
“Uh, Lady Gaga is an icon and I find it offensive that you don’t know it,” she retorted , quirking an eyebrow.
Noah laughed, thumb gently stroking her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. Moments like this were the only ones where she felt seen. Like there was at least one person in the world that saw her for who she was and didn’t run away. Odd to think it came from a random night in a bar seven years ago.
“I also know that you’re a fucking psychopath that puts ketchup on their mac and cheese. And that you always stir your tea exactly three times clockwise, and then three more times counterclockwise. That you have a habit of leaving your bras fucking everywhere. And for some reason you put hot sauce on everything. I mean, ice cream, Quinn? I feel like normal people don’t do that.”
“Noah,” she warned. He was right, but goddamn. Did he have to be so mean about it?
“I digress. You’re also the funniest, kindest, sweetest, and most intelligent person I’ve ever met. I’ve watched you give your last dollar to someone in need. Watched you drop everything to help someone who was lost, or show up for a friend even when they didn’t show up for you. I’ve listened to you talk for hours about the ocean and all the new information coming out about previously unexplored places there.” He sighed, brows furrowing slightly as he spoke. “So, yeah. You deserve better. You deserve the world and somebody that’ll stop at nothing to give it to you. Not these little boys that you keep settling for. Raise your standards.”
Quinn froze, her breath trapped in her lungs. So that was how he saw her. As this kind person that did good things all the time. He had to know that she wasn’t a good person, though. Had to. She fucked up all the time. Took their petty arguments too far more often than not. And yet he was still sitting there looking at her like she was a saint. She didn’t know what to do. What to say.
