Concept: cam model! noah fucking you on livestream, making you watch yourself through the laptop screen as your face is pressed into the mattress while he’s practically lying on top of you.
I see your vision, and what if I offer you a little va!noah? 🤲 he needed some material for real, lifelike sounds, and you’re more than happy to help him. The entire thing ends up being streamed behind a paywall, your faces obscured just enough to keep your identities hidden.
cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. gn!reader, va!noah, voyeurism, mention of recording, men whimpering and moaning, dirty talk.
His weight pins you to the bed, the length of him easily shrouding you, along with his arms enveloping you. Against your back, you feel his muscles tense with each motion. The heat of his breath fans across the back of your neck and the shell of your ear, catching little hitches in it as he chases the pleasure that being buried so deeply inside you offers.
A pillow laid beneath your cushions your stomach, but you still feel the bulge of his cock each time he presses himself deeper. Holding his position, his hands grip your hips, the pressure of his fingers easily leaving behind bruises as he remains buried to the hilt and begins grinding his hips.
Noah doesn’t hold back, not even for a second. Desperate whimpers and pitiful grunts spill past his lips and against your ear before he’s burying his face against the side of your neck.
“God, do you feel that?”
It’s rhetorical, but you do. You feel everything in this position. The way his thighs keep yours pressed together makes everything squeeze around him tighter as he moves, your walls clenching with each delicious drag of his cock.
You acknowledge him with a hum, barely audible, mostly for the sake of the microphone that’s been strategically placed to catch all of his sounds.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He rasps. “Oh, fuck—fuck, fuck.”
His breath catches, and he trembles against you, stilling himself as though trying to pull himself back from the edge of something he knows he won’t be able to come back from, but that’s why you’re here, why you offered to take the place of the usual toys he uses, to give him something more authentic.
Peering ahead of you, you catch the faint red light of the camera across the room, set up to provide a paid live feed. In the moment, it was easy to forget that there could be anyone watching, an idea that sends a swirl of heat through your stomach.
Clenching around him, he gasps, his voice breaking into a plea. “Oh, no… wait, please. You can’t do that to me…”
If there’s any way to make out your features on the livestream in the dim light of the room, you’re certain they’d catch your smirk in response—the devilish gleam of someone up to no good.
You do it again, because you can and you will.
You’ve heard these moans a hundred times, had them blaring in your ears on nights when you struggled to sleep or needed something to help take the edge off. You’ve came to them more times than you’d ever admit, but there’s something even more thrilling about being the cause of them.
The feeling crawls up your spine, tickling at the base of your skull and spreading through you as you rock your hips the best you can beneath him, attempting to draw another reaction from him.
“Oh, fuck… just like that… God, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna—” He breaks off into another moan.
This time, you can feel the effect it has on him, the way his body trembles against yours, his fingers gripping you tightly as he attempts to hold on to the last ounce of composure. Eventually, the final thread snaps, and he comes undone completely.
Even then, he doesn’t stop. He continues grinding his hips down against you, eyes rolled back, heavy, breathless sounds spilling from his lips, his voice barely audible.
“I can’t… I can’t stop…” He pants the words, chasing the same sensation he had been moments before, burying his face against the back of your neck as he whines.
Your own sounds are muffled against your hand or the bedsheets as you bury your face in them, basking in the overwhelming sensation while he continues working his way through the aftermath of his own climax, until nothing but nonsensical pleas are murmured against your neck.
favourite fighter? you mean i have to pick just one???!!!
first that comes to mind is bestfriend!noah. it all started after your little arrangement, when you were struggling to sleep and he allowed you to openly get yourself off in front of him. naturally, it led to you exploring more, from just standard mutual masturbation beneath the covers to actually touching one another. the line you didn’t cross was that you never saw each other fully naked or actually fucked, until one day, just touching isn’t enough.
then there’s dom!noah, though that feels a little obvious, just having him instruct you on how to touch yourself. corrupted priest!noah also falls into this, only he would have you spread out on the altar, demanding you show him how you touch yourself to the thought of him, insisting he be the only thing on your mind when you do.
boyfriend!noah would request front row seats after being away on tour, because nothing spices up your relationship more than being apart for days or weeks at a time, left thinking about him, and now he wants to see exactly what you’ve been doing on those lonely nights without him.
there’s also virgin!noah, who leans more toward educational purposes, all because he wants to know what you like, how you like to be touched, and there’s nothing like watching you make yourself cum, unless, of course, he’s the one finally succeeding in doing so.
va!noah has plenty of joi audios, and there is no doubt that he’s thinking about you each time he’s crooning into his mic: “that’s it, i know you want to touch yourself for me, baby.” the heavy breath that slips out as he imagines it, followed by a low moan “oh, look at how wet you are. is that all for me? hm? you get that wet just thinking about me…” he’s diabolical, really, and it’s unfair he doesn’t get to watch you enjoy these audios in real time.
but since he wins out (for me), here’s some mutual masturbation with bestfriend!noah below the cut 😏
you can’t help your curiosity, batting your lashes as you quietly ask him to show you. all it takes is him slowly inching down the sweats he sleeps in to reveal his erect cock, hard and twitching from the moment you began leaning into him, purring against his ear as you coyly presented the idea.
then it’s your turn, shimmying out of your pyjamas and positioning yourself in front of him as you draw your knees up to your chest. slowly spreading your thighs, you reveal the wet mess that’s gathered between them just from him alone, from the way he touches you, even innocently, to his voice and how he speaks to you, to the sight of his cock as it stands, throbbing, tip red and leaking precum, already needing some form of attention.
god, you’d pop it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop if you could. drag your tongue over the tip, licking up every drop of that precum just to taste him, suck on him until his hips are jerking and he’s whining because he can’t take anymore. little do you know, noah is imagining the same, his eyes locked between your thighs, picturing what it would be like to drag his tongue between your folds, the taste of you flooding his tastebuds before he pins you down with an arm across your hips, desperate to devour you like a starved man finally feasting.
“show me how you touch yourself.” he catches himself off guard as much as he does you.
“what?” you ask, pressing him to repeat, unsure if you heard him correctly.
“show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.” the drop in his voice, the rumble in his chest, sends a quiver between your thighs.
“you mean like this?”
his eyes track your movement as your hand lowers, gliding across your stomach and dipping between your thighs. “just like that…” he breathes, the second you part your folds, revealing your swollen clit to him, the sudden brush of air drawing a soft moan from you.
it doesn’t take much coaxing to get him to join in, the soft purr of your voice guiding him as you bite down on your lower lip, watching the slow rhythm of his hand stroking along his thick shaft, his hips bucking to meet the motion as he spreads his precum, and when you finally plunge your fingers into yourself, you don’t hold back, calling out for him, breathless ramblings spilling from your lips as you tighten around them. “your cock feels so fucking good inside me. god, noah… you’re gonna make me cum… fuck… fuck—”
an: for this fic and au i’ve taken a different approach in the form of a quinn style audio script and would appreciate any thoughts if you enjoy the writing style being in the form of reader being ‘listener’ and fully immersed in the scene, or prefer the other style from the pov of reader/noah (thoughts, feelings, reactions, etc).
Sound of footsteps, muffled voices, and a door opening.
“You were being such a brat at dinner.” Pause. “Oh, you weren’t? You don’t call having your foot pressed to my crotch under the table while we’re having such a romantic valentine’s dinner bratty? …No?” Laughs. “What do you call it then? …A tease. Oh, you were being a tease. How did I miss that?”
Sound of shuffling footsteps and fabric rustling.
“Come here… I know what you’re after. Hm? How’d I know? Because you’re easy to read. You act out because you want to be punished.” Voice lowers to a whisper. “D’you wanna be punished, baby?”
A pause, followed by soft purring sounds.
“Mhm, yeah… that’s just what you want, isn’t it… Well, you know you can’t just get what you want by acting out.”
Soft kissing sounds and a quiet, breathy chuckled “fuck.”
“You can’t just try to distract me by kissing me… like that… You know how sensitive my neck is… my Adam’s—fuck… or distract me by touching me ther— oh…”
A gasp that bleeds into a moan before abruptly stopping.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s how you’re going to be punished tonight, sweetheart… Why? Because that sounds more like a reward, wouldn’t you agree? No? You don’t agree?” Faint chuckle and tongue click.“Just can’t help being cheeky, can you?”
Sound of footsteps and a bed creaking.
“Come here… what are you—well, look at you, looking so fucking sexy crawling over to me. So obedient when you want to be, aren’t you? But this is cheating. You’re not getting out of your punishment that easily… No, up and over my lap.” Pause. “You know how, don’t— don’t make me pull you up here.”
Grunts and the sound of a struggle.
“There. Right where you belong, don’t you agree? Hmm?” Pause, with faint, contemplative purring sounds. “You looked so pretty tonight, but I think you have on too many layers for this…”
Sound of clothes being removed, fabric rustling, a bra clasp coming open, then the snap of a strap against skin.
“Oh, you like that? Do you like when I snap your underwear against your ass? …No? Really? Because you’re already squirming in my lap before I’ve given you your punishment… Now behave, and remember, you need to count after each one. I think five will be enough. Don’t you think?” Pause.“Don’t forget your manners now, sweetheart, it’s ‘yes, sir.’”
Caressing sound of a hand over an ass before a sudden light spank.
“Yes, that’s one. No, no wiggling… Be good for me and take it. I know you can.”
Low, appreciative growls with the sound of another spank.
“Two… did you just say harder? If that’s what you want…”
Sharp crack of a louder spank and a breathy “fuck,” followed by another.
“Three… four… Oh, did that one make you moan, sweetheart? Who knew you were such a pain slut… Oh, based on how you’re rolling your hips right now, I’d say you were.”
Sound of a sharp, quick spank.
“Fi— five. Well done. Thought I’d lost you there. I bet you’re just dripping right now, hmm? No? So if I reach down right now, I’m not going to feel how wet your pretty little pussy is? Don’t try wiggling away now.”
A breathy laugh followed by wet sounds from fingers sliding through a dripping pussy.
“Oh, look at that, sweetheart… you’re soaked. All this just from being spanked. Your clit feels so nice and swollen and ah… what pretty sounds you’re making. Let me hear those moans, baby. Are you all sensitive, mm? What if I just add a finger…”
Wet thrusting sounds from fingers, followed by low moans.
“So wet… so fucking wet for me. You’re so good, baby, taking your punishment like this. Look at how you’re trying to fuck yourself on my fingers…so needy. Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”
More wet sounds, quickening and slowing, followed by a harsh spank.
“Aww, was that a ‘please,’ sweetheart? Please what?” Pause. “You want to cum? You want me to make you cum all over my fingers like a needy little slut? …Yeah? Look at you, can’t even do anything but moan. What if I rub my thumb against your clit like this? Oh, you like that? You like feeling my fingers deep inside you while I rub your clit.”
Wet sounds growing louder, sloppier, squelching from thrusting fingers.
“You’re getting close? Cum for me then, sweetheart. Cum all over my fingers, clench tight around them… That’s it. Just like that. So fucking good for me… that’s it, baby, let yourself go…”
Soft, appreciative sounds blending with loud wet sounds that slow and stop.
“Mmm… such a mess all over my fingers… God, I can feel you trembling. It’s okay, baby, you’re okay. You’re so fucking pretty when you cum like this.”
Wet squelch of fingers being removed.
“Come here, baby.”
Soft unintelligible murmuring and kissing sounds, fabric rustling, bed creaking.
“You did so good for me, you know that? You took your punishment so well… Did you learn your lesson? Mmm? No?” Pause followed by a faint laugh. “Of course you’re not going to behave, I expect nothing less. Always such a brat… Yeah, you are… oh, you really are… mhm, the biggest…”
Audio fades with the sound of laughter and soft kissing.
the sounds noah makes playing fall guys alone could easily be clipped into va!noah audio. he’s a whimperer, a grunter, a moaner, a gasper. he just keeps giving really.
The :36/:37 mark? The whispered “oh yeah” and then the gravelly “I’m, I’m a” and then if you stop it there it’s just delicious. I wish va!noah were real😩😩
