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hey. hey, you. person feeling overwhelmed by The Fucking Everything Right Now: go check your library's events page. go sign up for a craft/class/bookclub. go do it. go find something positive to put on your calendar to look forward to as a touchstone of good in the immediate future.
Ok I had this thought while scrolling insta
What if ‘Ice on My Teeth’ really is the continuation of ‘Work’ where they’ve made their fortune and are now an underground mafia crime syndicate. Like whether they literally struck gold while mining, or from working hard (maybe the burger joint was just a front) or, and I think this is more likely, they literally made their own money and got rich off of it. I mean Yunho and Yeosang were literally printing fake bills in the ‘Work’ mv!
Anyways, I can’t wait for Friday I’m so excited
I just love his broody little moments
That Kubrick stare of his is gonna be the death of me
People turning against Chappell Roan for not accepting harassment & stalking of her and her family, saying Hozier is acting embarrassing for defending his girlfriend THAT Y'ALL WEREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT after she got harassed online, calling Pedro Pascal names for.. apparently not greeting fans loudly in his own private time?
Y'all have GOT to get a grip on real life if you think celebs establishing boundaries is working against you. You do not know these people, you will not sleep with these people and they do not owe you anything!!!!!!
Why you need to double-check before posting something:
P.S. The rebloggers:
The first one!🤣🤣🤣🤣
SOMEONE NEEDS TO SAY IT AND IT'S GOING TO BE ME. THESE ARE THE DADDIEST PHOTOS OF NOAH.
What’s Mine is Yours
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader x Nick Folio
Summary: It’s Folio’s birthday, and Noah wants nothing more than to see one of his best friends enjoy himself to the fullest…even if that means sharing you.
Word Count: 9.4K (it’s a long one)
A/N: This is my first time writing Noah as anything other than a side character. Which is exciting and a little nerve racking. This has been an idea sitting and collecting dust in my docs for a few months now and finally decided to dive headfirst into it. Hope y’all enjoy.
As always, feedback is appreciated. It means a lot for you guys to like, reblog and comment.
I can’t post without giving a nod to the influence @the-way-of-words Polyverse!Folio has on this. If you haven’t read that series yet, I strongly encourage you to check it out.
Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of legal drug use (marijuana), tobacco use/smoking, alcohol consumption/drunkenness, sexually explicit content- 18+ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative p in v sex, rough sex, voyeurism, partner sharing, public sex, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, handjobs, digital penetration, spit, choking)
“What are you doing here?” You huff an annoyed sigh. Noah was not who you expected to see standing on the other side of your door at four p.m. on a Friday.
He smirks, but that glimmer in his eye catches your attitude. Even if he’s interrupted you at a bad time, his presence still conjures up that fluttery feeling in your stomach. He holds up an AirPods case that you recognize as your own. “Thought I would drop these off.”
“No fucking way!” You pluck them from his long, slender fingers, stepping to the side to let him walk past you into your apartment. Even though it has been nearly two months since he’s been here, he flows through the room with a special grace as if not a single day has passed. You flip open the case, checking that both earbuds are still secure inside. “I’ve been looking for these for weeks.” You close the door behind you, following him into the kitchen. “I thought I lost them. I’ve been using those shitty wired ones.” You stop rambling to watch him meander around the small, modest space. “Where were they?”
He turns and leans against the counter, stretching out his legs and giving you a weak shrug of his shoulders. “They must’ve fallen between the wall and my bed.”
It’s a little strange— seeing him in your apartment like this again. Especially when his place was where you usually stayed when you two got together. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a loose one, and because neither one of you made the effort to label it, you trusted the arrangement with unspoken understanding. The tension is palpable though, and it’s something you can’t ignore.
He looks good. Really good. You’re quick to notice that his hair is a little longer and wonder if he actually took your advice or if it was simply a matter of him forgetting a haircut. You always thought the longer hair suited him more.
You watch as his fingers anxiously comb through the locks, and your voice softens, “Thank you.” He meets your smile with his own, but the awkwardness lingers. “Wait… why didn’t you just bring these later? I thought we had plans to go out tonight.”
He laughs through his nose, pushing himself off the counter. “We are.” It only takes him a step or two to reach you, and leans forward, caging you in against your side of the counter with his arms on either side of you. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t stop by for a quick visit.”
His cologne saturates your senses, drowning out the little self-control you might have left. You almost lose it when he pets across the line of your jaw with a gentle brush of his fingertips. You catch his wrist, stopping him from going further. “I can’t. You know the rule.”
It was the only rule you ever gave him. You weren’t going to be his second choice. While you never expected exclusivity from him, you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna be his number one.
He hums and settles for even the smallest act of intimacy, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I do.”
You don’t mean for your tone to become so tinny when you ask, “Is Natalie coming tonight?”
He sighs, avoiding the question altogether, “That reminds me. I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”
What a great way to make someone anxious.
Uneasiness bubbles in your stomach, and you push yourself free from him and head toward your bedroom at the end of the hall. “If it’s gonna be your version of breaking things off, then you can spare me the heartbreak.”
He’s well aware of your avoidant tendencies, and laughs, following you into your room despite not being invited, “I’m not breaking up with you.” He stops at the threshold and leans against the doorframe. “I don’t know if you missed it, but I just tried to sleep with you.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” you scoff, keeping your back to him while you rummage around your dresser, “I stopped trying to make sense of the things you do a long time ago.”
“Just shut up for a second. It’s not about us,” he snips back defensively. You gesture with a sassy roll of your hand for him to continue, and then you hear your bed frame creak, giving away that he’s found a spot to sit. He takes a deep breath, and starts the pitch with a heavy sigh, “So about tonight… I don’t think I can watch Folio go through another birthday not getting laid.”
You snort, “I didn’t know Folio swings that way.”
Frustrated by your lack of seriousness, he groans, “No, you idiot.” Although he doesn’t explain further. Silence permeates the room, and the implication of his words falls on you like a ton of bricks.
When it clicks, your head snaps around, nearly pulling a muscle in your neck. You stare at him, hoping you misinterpreted what he’s getting at. “Are you seriously pimping me out to one of your best friends?”
“No!” He tries to correct himself quickly, his brows furrowed with a mix of disgust and concern. He throws his hands up, letting them smack against the tops of his thighs. “No, nothing like that. I’m not saying pity fuck him or anything. You know how he is.”
You’ve known Folio nearly as long as you’ve known Noah, and from what you’ve seen and heard, you don’t believe that the man has trouble with women. You’re suspicious, keeping your voice tight, “Yeah…I do.”
Noah pushes out a nervous laugh, “All consensual of course. I’m just planting the seed in that fucked up brain of yours, okay? Giving my blessing and all that shit.”
You lift a brow and cross your arms over your chest. “Your blessing? You’re more full of yourself than I thought.”
He meets your gaze, but a knowing grin is already pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Okay, first of all, Becca already spilled your dirty, perverted little fantasies about him to me. And quite frankly, I’m disgusted. I don’t think I can look at you the same ever again.”
You scoff. Loudly. “She did not.”
Becca’s one of your closest friends, one that has the pleasure of receiving all your depraved thoughts during some of your weakest moments — thoughts you believed had her full discretion.
He’s embellishing a bit to fuck with you, but it isn’t a lie. You’re attracted to Folio more than you’d openly admit to anyone else but her, and even if Noah knows it now, that doesn’t mean you’re willing to spill out all your desires about his best friend to him.
He laughs when he sees the guilty expression painting your face, knowing he’s caught you red-handed. “Oh, fuck yeah, she did.”
“Sonofabitch,” you curse, “I’m gonna kill her.” It’s a weak threat at best, because Noah’s right, the seed’s been planted, and now sleeping with Folio becomes more of a possibility than ever before. Your face prickles with heat while that excited feeling flutters in your belly, but you cough to clear your throat, “So how do I even know if he feels the same way about me?”
The question tells Noah that you’re hooked on the idea, and he settles deeper into the center of the bed. He relaxes on his back, and there’s a calm nonchalance to his voice that intrigues you, “Probably based on the fact he’s been drooling over you since we all went to the lake last summer.”
You scoff, “Nuh-uh. No way”
He sits up and props himself on an elbow, “C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t see it. He was so smitten with you that I was starting to feel bad that you were fucking me instead.”
“That’s the biggest fucking lie, Noah.”
He doesn’t put up much of a fight with that and bobs his head to the side in agreement, “Okay, I didn’t feel bad, but I do know he likes you.” You try to believe him, flipping through your catalog of memories that you have of you and Folio. He watches this happen, and how you chew at the inside of your lip. “Please? We both know he’s not gonna make a move on someone new tonight and I’d rather he didn’t hit up his ex again.”
You’re still cautious, wondering what his motives are for all of this. “But why do you want me to hook up with him?”
“I don’t know…because you’re hot, and you think he’s hot. And you’re both my friends,” he explains, “I just think you should be hot and have fun together.”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
He sits up and slides off your bed, and walks over to you. You’re more than stubborn, but he’s already weaseled his way into that quote, ‘fucked up brain of yours’. “I gotta run, but I’ll see you tonight.” You let him kiss you this time, and it’s soft and sweet, perhaps lingering a second or two too long before he pulls away. “Just think about it, okay?”
“Guess who?” You sing into your friend’s ear with a teasing, drunken lilt.
He must be used to your antics by now because surprisingly enough, he didn’t flinch at all from your little sneak attack from behind. He hums like he’s thinking while your fingers cover his eyes, and you feel his smile spread beneath your palms. “Liv Tyler?”
“Ha ha. Very funny, Dierkes.” You give him his sight back, but you keep your hold on his face to plant a dramatic kiss on the side of his cheek. A soft chuckle resides in his throat, but he lets you wrap your arms around him for a tight hug. “So how’s my favorite sound guy doing lately?”
Matt laughs louder, and reaches for your arm draped across his chest but doesn’t pull you off of him, “You’re feeling good.”
You lean in, practically nuzzling into him. If it wasn’t for his hat, your face would be buried in his hair. He embraces the less-than-sober affection from you, caressing the delicate dip of your wrist with a nearly undetectable pass of his fingers. “Maybe… I might’ve pre-gamed before I came.”
He scoffs, releasing your forearm to take a sip of the soda that’s sitting in front of him, “Yeah, I can tell.”
You knock your head into his. “Shut up. I missed you, okay?”
“Missed you, too” Through that rough exterior, it seems as though Matt has a soft spot for you — like you’re a chip in that stupid armor of aloofness that he has. Throughout your unlikely friendship, you’ve given him a hard time, teasing him whenever you get the chance, but at the end of the day, he’s taken to you more than any of the other women Noah’s brought around.
You let go of him so you can slide onto one of the open bar stools beside him. While he never made a move on you, and probably never plans to, that doesn’t stop him from checking you out. His eyes land on your tits first. You made sure to have them on display tonight for Folio, wearing that strappy little black dress of yours that has them practically spilling out, but his attention isn’t unwelcome. His gaze lingering on your cleavage for a few extra seconds before floating up to your face is the confidence boost you need. He gives you an impressed smirk and brow raise before turning to look over at his people, most of whom you recognize, admitting, “I didn’t think you were gonna show tonight.”
“Why?” Your reply is standoffish, and Matt directs his focus to Noah…and the pretty blonde hanging off his arm. Natalie. You don’t hate her, but you can’t say you particularly like her either. You’d be a hypocrite and jealousy’s something you’ve had to actively keep in check when it comes to Noah, but you won’t lie and say her presence tonight doesn’t annoy you. “Oh, I’m not here for him.”
You sound unbothered, your voice almost matter-of-fact, and it throws Matt off. You might’ve gotten emotional and stormed out of here at the sight of her, but you have another liquor in your belly to not worry about Noah. He’s given you the perfect distraction to make up for it. You point to the bakery box filled with a dozen cupcakes you picked up and the pack of birthday candles sitting on top. His sober brain works fast, and he connects the dots instantly, sending his brows under the brim of his hat. “Really? Folio, huh?”
You laugh and you wave to the bartender. “What? You jealous?”
He leans in a little closer, but keeps a respectable distance even if he’s flirting with you, “Would it matter if I was?”
You play into it though, tracing your fingers across the knuckles of the hand that’s resting on the bar. “Maybe.” He watches you and smiles from the touch, but doesn’t let you distract him from your true intentions tonight. The bartender interrupts, breaking the brief moment of tension between you. Matt pulls his hand when you order a drink for yourself, and when the bartender finally walks away, you ask, “So did he come with someone?”
Matt shakes his head, answering, “I don’t think so.” You nod, scanning around the busy bar, but his eyes are on you. “And not that it makes a bit of difference, but Noah’s okay with that?”
Matt’s observant but typically doesn’t pry for the nitty gritty details. While enforcing a sort of loose, ‘don’t ask, don't tell’ policy, it's no secret amongst the band that you’re not exactly exclusive with Noah. That being said, you can tell he’s shocked by your plans to make a move on Folio. “He actually encouraged it. Pitched it as a birthday present of sorts.”
He makes a face, one that’s a mix of amusement and curiosity. “That’s quite the present.”
You hum, taking the first sip of your drink. The warmth of alcohol has dulled some of the nerves, but you still doubt this plan of Noah’s. “I could just say fuck it and you and I can get out of here.”
He laughs, “Don’t tempt me. I get into enough trouble with you around as it is.”
Before the thought becomes more than just a flirty joke and you start to consider it, you scoot off the barstool with your drink. Knowing a kiss on the cheek could possibly turn into something more from the implication, you squeeze his forearm instead. “Keep me in your thoughts, Dierkes.”
“You know I will,” he teases back. “Have fun.”
Folio’s sitting in one of the large circle booths, sipping away on a dark-colored cocktail. He’s distracted talking to Ruffilo and hasn’t noticed you approaching him. You started strong, but your confidence almost crumbles when you get a good look at him. He’s dressed a little more casually than his stage outfits, sporting a similar black tee that hugs and hangs from him in all the right places, pairing it with a pair of dark wash jeans.
Cupcake in hand, you light the unmarred, wax-coated wick with the lighter you had tucked in your palm. You place your other on his shoulder, stealing his attention from his bandmate. Before he can even process that it’s you standing beside him, you slide your way into his lap, bracing yourself on that same shoulder.
The skimpy number that you chose tonight — the one that barely hits mid-thigh— rides up enough for you to feel the rough denim of his jeans against your asscheeks. His hand found the small of your back when you lowered yourself down, and he holds you close as you settle, securing a grasp around your hip.
It all happens in a matter of seconds, but he doesn’t argue. He adjusts without complaint, shifting your weight so you’re comfortable on his thighs, and sets his drink back down on the cardboard coaster in front of him.
You don’t bother acknowledging anyone else, and before he can utter a single word, you offer the cupcake to him, the growing flame burning its way down the wick. Like he was the only one in the room, you sing the following words, “Happy Birthday, Folio.”
The others cheer and break out in song — a badly timed and horrifically out-of-tune rendition of the classic. It doesn’t matter because you’re dragging the tip of your nose across the grown-out stubble of his cheek until your lips brush the shell of his ear, all so you can whisper, “Better make a wish, birthday boy.”
His breath hitches and he squeezes your hip. You feel his leg move and stretch beneath you, and there’s no mistaking the dull throb of his cock hardening against your ass.
“Happy Birthday to you!”
He takes the cue and blows out the candle with a forceful puff of air, placing it down on the table beside his mixed drink. Conversations around you continue as normal, but he stays stuck in this moment with you. His eyes search and find Noah, and you catch the non-verbal exchange between them.
You interrupt, running your fingers along the links of his heavy, silver chain necklace before scratching your manicured nails up the nape of his neck. “Twenty-seven looks good on you.”
He careens into the feeling, and blushes, but does his best to keep his composure. “Does it?”
You play with his hair, breathing in his cologne and the lingering smell of weed that clings to him for a few hours every time he smokes. “Absolutely.”
Just like Matt, his line of sight falls to your chest. He watches your tits rise and fall with your breathing, how they jiggle when you laugh… how the necklace you’re wearing settles between them. You trace along his ear while he explores your body with his eyes, noticing how he’s fully hard beneath you. “That was one hell of a greeting,” he notes just before taking a sip of his drink.
You wiggle deeper into his crotch, catching how his eyes flutter behind his lids for a second. “Seems like you enjoyed it.”
He giggles like normal, and it’s a playful flirty sound, ”I certainly don’t mind it.” He finally makes eye contact with you, and at this exact moment, you know how this night will end. There’s no doubt he wants you with how his glazed eyes rake over you, lustful and hungry as they lock in on your supple, rosy lips. If he didn’t have an audience, he probably would’ve kissed you by now. “Noah’s okay with this?”
You play coy, “Okay with what, Folio?”
He already got the permission he needed from his bandmate, so his hand finds your knee. It’s warm, and a little rough. He has calluses from drumming over the years, and the weight of his touch is so different from what you’re used to with Noah. He slides it up the inside of your thigh, testing this new territory with you. You know you’ve got him where you want him, but you just want to see him chase for it.
He doesn’t complain when you slide off his lap, making a part of you believe that he loves being teased like this. He watches you stand and adjust your dress, appreciating the sight before him. He’s unapologetic and less-than-subtle about checking you out now. It makes you blush, and you have to work to keep your composure. “Hope you like chocolate.”
The shitty red lighting in this dive bar bathroom doesn’t give you much to work with. After attempting to touch up your hair, you swipe the applicator across your bottom lip, glazing it in another coat of gloss.
You should’ve expected it. With how much you’ve been tormenting him for the past hour, it’s not a surprise that he’s been following your every move. You bent over, giving him more views of your ass and tits during that game of pool than you can count. If it wasn’t that, it was the birthday shots you ordered for the two of you and all the flirting that happened between them. You didn’t need Noah to tell you it’s always been there, just below the surface, but the sexual tension has reached a breaking point tonight. It still startles you to see him standing in the hall when you walk out though. He doesn’t say a single word when grasps your wrist and drags you right back into that bathroom.
You giggle at his impatience, loving this little moment of dominance from him. He pushes your back into the door, shutting it, and locks the deadbolt for a few minutes of privacy. There’s no more of this cat-and-mouse game you’re playing. The kiss is aggressive, the rum and cokes he’s been sipping on drowning whatever reservations he might’ve had with you.
His tongue invades your mouth, and you bite his bottom lip in retaliation. He hisses and yanks away, prodding the swelling spot with his tongue, “You’re a fucking brat.”
“Don’t kiss like a drunk asshole, then.”
You expect him to throw a sassy remark back at you, but he slows himself down through a deep breath and cradles the back of your head, his strong fingers tangling in your hair. “I’m not drunk,” he retorts.
“Yeah, right.” You roll your eyes, but stare at his pink lips, catching the shine of your gloss smeared across them in the moody lighting. He’s so fucking pretty, you’re almost jealous of him.
He must’ve read your mind because kisses you again. This time he controls himself a little better. The unsatiated need’s still there, but he’s patient enough and waits for you to part your lips for him before he slips his tongue back in your mouth. It curls against yours, showing more of his experience than the first time, and it doesn’t take long for his thigh to make a space for itself between yours.
You fold your arms over his shoulders and let him balance your weight on his leg. He grinds you against it, satisfied with the moan that falls from your mouth. “So you gonna make my wish come true?”
You laugh, curious about his answer, “And what’s that?”
His inhibitions have vanished, probably hours before you even saw him tonight. Any bashfulness Folio might’ve had is long gone, and all the depravity that’s usually hidden within him takes its place. “Am I gonna finally find out what that pretty mouth of yours feels like?”
“So that’s your birthday wish?”
He smiles against your lips, and giggles, “Part of it.”
If you’d had your way here and under all the right circumstances, you’d tease him until he begs you for it, but you’re running out of precious time here. You have to rush things along, backing him into the sink and making quick work of his worn leather belt, the frantic clink of the metal buckle whipping against itself setting the tone. Even if you’re starting to get a taste of what he’s like in bed, right now, you’re the one in charge.
And he lets you.
The button and zipper of his jeans are next, and you’re less than gentle diving under the elastic waistband of his boxers. You’ve imagined what he’s working more times than you can count, and he doesn’t disappoint. After passing over the neatly trimmed patch of hair, you find his hard cock tucked against his thigh. You run your fingers down the length of him, noting each inch before wrapping around his impressive girth to pull it free.
He groans once the open air hits him, and you swear you feel him swell and get bigger in your hand. You give him a few teasing strokes, admiring the weight of him —how thick he is. He’s hot to the touch, his skin softer than silk.
“Didn’t tell me you had such a pretty dick,” you tease, still playful despite the fact you’re in the dirty bathroom of a hole-in-the-wall dive bar in downtown L.A jacking him off.
He laughs, “Should that have been my opener with you?”
“You shouldn’t be shy about it.” You run your thumb over his slit, glazing the head in the drip of precum that has started to leak from him. He shudders and his hand flies to your chest.
“I’m not,” he argues, slipping his fingers under the strap of your dress, staying careful enough to not rip any threads when he pulls it off your shoulder. You’re not wearing a bra, so your tits spill out as soon as he tugs the front of your dress down. He palms one, giving it a rough squeeze while you continue to stroke him. He moans when you do the same to his cock, rolling his head to the side. “Okay, in my defense, you’ve been fucking Noah for the past year.”
You giggle as you lean in and flick your tongue across the inked image of Jesus on the side of his neck — feeling more sinful than ever. “Haven’t you slept with the same girl before?”
He scoffs, “No.” You’re not sure if you believe it, but your mouth is a little too preoccupied with his throat to pry harder. With each nip and suck of the delicate flesh, he groans, and the soft rumble vibrates against your lips. “You’re a freak.”
“What does that make you?” You toss back, take his words as a challenge, and drop lower, gripping a handful of his jeans and staying squatted to keep your knees off the dingy floor. There isn’t much of a warning before you wrap your lips around his cock and take him into your mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, fisting the hair at the crown of your head. Sober Nick might’ve been a bit more careful, but right now he’s rutting himself forward into the back of your throat. And for a second you almost can’t believe it’s Folio fucking your mouth. Knowing that your legs will be aching even if someone doesn’t knock on the door within the next few minutes, you fight to keep him as deep as possible, so far you think you feel the patch of hair brush the tip of your nose. The urge to gag eventually consumes you, and forces you to pull from him in a gasping breath. Your drool coats his cock, and you glance up through your teary eyes to see him watching.
He always looks so good in red.
He grins, panting, “So. Fucking. Hot.”
You eat up the praise as well as suck the tip back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him while you twist your hand around his shaft. There’s one goal in your mind, and it’s making him come as hard and as fast as you can, you must be doing a good job because he’s rocking his hips and tightening his fingers in your hair. “Shit.”
You take the signs his body is giving you and spoil the spot under the head hoping that it brings him right to the edge. While you feel his cock spasm against your flattened tongue, just as the muscles in your legs are starting to burn.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warns breathlessly, skipping the attempt at being poetic about it. It’s not a warning to you. It’s the reward you’re striving for. Within a few seconds, his warm release floods your mouth and you swallow him down before it has the chance to spill from your lips. You lick him clean, and just when your knees are about to give out on you, you stand straight again.
He’s working to catch his breath and come back down to Earth, and you pull the straps of your dress back into your shoulders, letting him do the honors of tucking his cock back in his pants while you wash your hands and wipe your mouth with a few paper towels.
You see in the mirror that he’s watching you, looking a little taken aback by how casual you are after having his dick down your throat. “That’s it?”
You stop mid-application of your lipgloss, and scoff with a smile, “I just sucked the soul from your body and you want more?”
He turns his head, making eye contact with your reflection. What a charming little bastard. “Do you blame me?” He knows just as well as you do that this night is far from over. You let the smirk play on your freshly glossed lips, but you don’t respond. You’re right back to playing the same game as before, and now that he’s gotten a taste of what it’s like with you, he’s showing you his next move. He grabs your wrist just as you reach for the door, promising, “I will fuck you later.”
No use in lying about getting a breath of fresh air. You stepped out of the bar to have a smoke — a little indulgent drunk cig. You just didn’t realize that Noah would already be out here doing the same thing. He’s alone — well, not alone, alone. You have to weave through the people hanging out on the sidewalk. He’s just without the girl who’s been glued to his side all evening. “Hey.”
He lifts his head from his phone and slides it into his pocket. “Hey.”
You stand beside him and fish out your pack of cigarettes, the fifth replacement of the pack you said would be your last, and the lighter from the depths of your purse. “Where’s Natalie?”
“She left,” he answers, his voice sounding a little dejected.
You frown, putting on a face of worry even if he sees right through it. “Oh no. What’d you do?”
“Nothing.” The single-word response is flat and paired with an apathetic shrug.
“Noah.”
After you pull one out for yourself, you watch him bring the cigarette burning between his fingers up to his mouth. He takes a long drag before explaining, “She didn’t like where things were going, or I guess… not going. And I didn’t give her the answer she was looking for…so…”
It’s not that you’re uncomfortable, you’re just not sure what to say to him because of your personal motives, so you light and pull a drag off your cigarette. “No more Natalie?”
“No more Natalie,” he confirms with a smoky sigh.
You can’t help but wince and apologize, “I’m sorry.”
Guilt becomes an unexpected visitor with the night’s unfortunate turnout for him. You’re not sure how invested he was with her, but he laughs, “No, you’re not.”
“I am,” you say defensively. “I can show my empathy for you without getting weird about it.”
“Sure you can.” He rolls his eyes, laying the sarcasm on thick. “I think you said a total of two sentences to her all night.”
Throwing it back at him is now second nature. “Because she’s so easy to talk to. I half expected her to mark her territory with how possessive she was over you tonight, Noah.”
He laughs again, sounding more relieved about the ordeal than heartbroken. “And you were just gonna let her?”
You hold yourself even if it’s far from cold out here, the reality that you didn’t come here with him hitting a little harder than you care for. Your voice is weaker, different from the ball-busting banter you had a few seconds ago when you say, “You brought her for a reason, didn’t you?”
His head falls, and he looks at his feet while he takes another drag to fill the silence, nearly finishing the cigarette. “You and Folio seem to be hitting it off.” He knocks an elbow into you when he hears you laugh again. “Told you he was into you.”
“I don’t know about that. He’s throwing back those rum and cokes and a blowjob’s a blowjob.”
He makes a sound of shock, “You blew him already?” He blurted it out louder than he should’ve, but thankfully everyone out here is too drunk to pay attention. He laughs before taking one last drag of his cigarette, “You move fast.”
“I’m sorry, was he supposed to take me out to dinner first?”
He smiles but doesn’t feed into your snarky sarcasm. The tone shifts suddenly between you, and he steps in so close that you’re forced to look up to talk to him. His nimble fingers dip into your cleavage to retrieve the pendant of your necklace, and you watch as he studies the details with a sweep of his thumb. “So he’s the plan for the rest of your night then?”
Again, you take his hand and try to push it away even if it’s the last thing you want. You’re not oblivious to the attention he gets, and you feel like a fool every time you turn him away. “I told you I wasn’t going to be your second choice.”
“You’re not,” he insists and tucks the pendant back where he found it, his voice sincere enough for you to believe him. “I can order an Uber and go home if that’s what you want. But I stand by what I said…and if you wanna get in Folio’s bed tonight, then that’s your choice.” His fingers hold your chin, tipping it so you’ll look directly into his eyes when he says, “But I’ll always want you.”
For a moment, you get lost in his dark eyes. You can tell he’s drunk, just by the heaviness of his lids and the way his eyes struggle to focus. You know you’re right there with him. Missing this. You anticipate a kiss, but then you both hear a throat clear behind you. Noah sees who it is before you do, and releases you, coughing out, “Hey.”
You turn to see that it’s Folio he’s talking to, and greet him the same, “Hey.”
He eyes you and tips his chin to you both, seemingly more confused than upset about seeing you wrapped up in each other, “Wassup?” It’s not that you feel guilty that he caught you with Noah, but you’re more torn between them than you realize. You reach into your purse again and offer him your pack of cigarettes, relieved that he takes it from you and plucks one between his lips. You swap your lighter for the cigs, and he mumbles around the filter before lighting the end of it in his cupped hand, “What’re you guys talking about?”
“Natalie dipping out on him,” you answer before Noah does, hoping that’s enough to redirect from this awkwardness.
Folio, appearing unbothered, takes that first real drag, and blows out the words with his exhale, “He doesn’t seem that upset about it.”
“Folio,” you scold, swatting his arm. You don’t really hit him at all. It’s more of a grab on his tricep than anything else, which makes you even more flustered. You look to Noah, who doesn’t correct him.
“What?!” Folio scoffs defensively, flicking the cigarette with his thumb. He’s wearing every thought on his face, all that tension in his set jaw, and can’t help the side-eye he gives Noah. “I’m just saying…looks like you’re getting over it pretty quickly.” He sways slightly — not enough where it looks like he’s reached his limit — his eyes bouncing between the two of you, gauging the situation in front of him. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
You’re quick to jump in, “You’re not.”
Noah must’ve had the devil sitting on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear because he smirks out of nowhere, letting the thought brew for a few seconds before sharing it. “Has she told you her little fantasy about having us both at the same time?”
“Noah!” You gasp, flushing hot with embarrassment. You’re not sure when you told Becca that, or when she found the time to tell him that, but you can’t even face both of them now that it’s out in the open. “Oh my god.”
Folio must think it’s a joke because he laughs, that loud infectious one that always seems to pull you right back in. “Really?”
Admittedly, it’s not the kinkiest of your fantasies, but it’s the very one that involves two of your guy friends. Folio’s been a hard read for you, giving away very little of the type of things he might be into, and right now you’d rather lay face down on the sidewalk or maybe walk into the oncoming traffic than look at him. You’re sure he takes your silence as an admission of guilt, but he asks anyway, “Is that true?”
You turn, spinning slowly on your heel. “It might be one of them, yes.”
You bring yourself to watch him toss the thought around in his head while he smokes. Noah doesn’t dare jump in to save you, and you could kick him in the shin for it. He’s thrown you right into the open water without a life vest and wants to watch you try to swim.
Folio looks at you, and it feels as though you might spontaneously combust from his gaze alone. He clicks his tongue and flicks the cigarette, “Well…can’t say a threesome with another guy was at the top of the list for me…”
Of course, it isn’t.
The shame runs hot, burning your face. You try to play it cool, “He’s just fucking with you—“
Folio cuts you off, “Is that what you want though?” He steps closer, touching you for the first time since he’s been out here. His hand roams from the small of your back to the curve of your ass. “Having us both?”
It feels a tad possessive in front of Noah, but you roll with it. “You don’t have to do that, Nick,” you insist, but he pulls you in, pressing you tight against his hip. He wants you, but you’re still inclined to reassure, “Especially on your birthday.”
His eyes fight on a place to land, going from your tits to your mouth before returning to your eyes. He keeps his voice low, the booze and cigarette adding a slight rasp to it, “Do you get turned on thinking about it?”
You’ve gotten this far. Why lie?
“Yes.”
He snorts a laugh, and licks across his lips, “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
The second the door to Folio’s hotel room latches and the deadbolt is turned for the night, he’s yanking you into another kiss. His lips drag across yours, movements lagging due to the liquor in his system, but he licks into your mouth hungrily and pins you against the wall.
You break away, panting, “It’s not just us, remember?”
“How could I forget?” He hums, pulling you from the wall to walk you to the bed, guiding you until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. Instead of pushing you onto your back like you expect, he turns you around to face Noah, who has found a spot on the upholstered chair. He gets comfortable in the seat, giving the impression that he’s pretty content watching Folio have his way with you.
Watching Folio’s hands settle on your hips.
The strength of his grip makes you gasp. It’s a little reminder that you’re at his mercy now, even if he’s choosing to tease you by skimming his lips along your shoulder, his breath tickling the bare skin of your neck. “The cuck chair, huh?”
Noah laughs at the joke, but his voice maintains a stoic sincerity, “Oh no, I’m just giving you your birthday dibs.” His gaze turns fiery behind his heavy-lidded stare, but he smirks, “I fully plan on taking my turn here soon.”
Folio chuckles at the thought and nips your ear, “Think you can handle the both of us tonight?”
“You’re a little cocky.”
He laughs again, and sighs, “Oh, there’s nothing little about my cock, baby.” You roll your eyes with a shake of your head, but he doesn’t give you time to come up with a witty reply.
“Lay down on the bed,” he instructs, pushing you along while you crawl forward on your hands and knees. You do as you're told, laying flat on your stomach across the mattress. His knees sink in behind you, and his hand trails up your right leg, tickling the back of your calf and bending it at the knee.
“Wear these for me?” He asks once he reaches your foot, and when he hears you hum a yes, he adds, “I like them.”
He unhooks the strap of your heel, his gentle fingertips brushing across the skin on your ankle as he works the tiny buckle open, and he slides it off your foot. You hear it hit the floor with a soft thud, and then he starts doing the same to the other one.
You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the intimacy of it, but you relax into the bed, letting out a moan when his hands rub up the back of your thighs. It feels too good. His calloused hands massaging you like this. He pushes the bottom of your dress over your ass, revealing your thong.
The vulnerability leaves you soaked and wanting.
He plays with it, tracing the lace and hugging your curves. “Wear this for me too?”
You sigh, wiggling your ass a little, “Maybe.”
Arousal tingles throughout your core. You’re drenching your underwear, clenching in anticipation every time his thick fingers brush close.
You let your eyes close, nearly forgetting Noah’s presence until Folio startles you alert with a light downward smack across your cheek. “Lift that ass up for me, baby girl.”
You drag your knees up the bed and push your ass high up into the air like he wants. He must like what he sees, because he spreads your cheeks apart with his hands and groans, “Fuck.”
It makes you gasp when he buries his face between your thighs and presses his nose into you. He breathes in that sweet cunt of yours, wetting the thin fabric of your thong with a teasing lick. The heat of his breath is intoxicating, more so than any liquor you drank tonight.
Noah speaks again for the first time in a few minutes, “There’s another reason why he’s called Animal.” Folio barks a laugh while hooking your thong and peeling it down your legs. “And I think you’re about to find out why.”
He groans the second he tastes you, his tongue passing through your folds before you have the chance to feel self-conscious. It dips inside of you, the silken stretch ever so gentle. You feel his spit and your wetness drip from his lips, reaching your needy clit before his tongue does. He circles it, sucking the sensitive bud into the warmth of his mouth.
The way he’s devouring you makes you see stars. The crisp white bed sheets don’t stand a chance; they’re already wrinkled in your clenched fists. Those puffy lips of his sealing around you and his talented tongue thrumming against your pussy.
It’s vulgar.
He’s staying true to the given name, lapping you up with shameless hunger from your clit to hole and back again. You force your eyes open to look at Noah, but just as you do, Folio pushes a finger inside you. You’re so slick it glides in with ease, and he quickly adds another.
Whether it’s the fantasy that was sitting in the back of your mind all this time or the precise curl of his fingers against your g-spot, you’re close. You try your best to muffle your moans as pleasure tightens and twists in your core, but it’s no use. You’re sure the people in the room can hear you.
Once your eyes finally focus enough, you see Noah grinning and palming the erection hidden in his pants. “Feel good?”
The question summons a harsh suck on your clit before you can answer, making you cry out, “Oh my god!”
Noah decides to stand and walk over, unbuttoning his pants in the short time it takes for him to reach the bed. Folio doesn't stop working his mouth on you, not even for a second when Noah slips his hand inside his boxers to retrieve his cock. “Miss me?”
Fuck yeah, you did.
His long tattooed fingers wrapping around his shaft is a sight you’ve burned into memory already. He reminds you of it though, slowly stroking himself with a loose fist as if to taunt you. The black tendrils inked into his knuckles are a stark contrast to the unmarked skin of his cock. It’s almost jarring in a way like he’s incomplete somehow.
You reach for him and take over so he can tug off his shirt, but you’re beyond distracted. Your hand can’t follow a rhythm. Not with the assault of Folio’s tongue on you like this. He’s dragging you mercilessly into your first orgasm of the night and will forever remember how hard you came on his face.
You hear Noah’s amused snort above you, “I guess they weren’t lying.”
Folio’s out of breath, clipping back, “Shut up.”
The fog barely clears when Folio moves from the bed, and you look over your shoulder to see him kicking off his pants and boxers. He does the same as Noah and rids himself of his shirt, giving you the view of his completely naked body.
He’s hard again, but your eyes travel from the piece on his thigh to the massive eagle and trout on his chest and all the down his sleeved-out left arm. When he notices you staring, he flashes a mischievous smile, bringing your attention to the soaked bottom half of his face.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and returns to the same place on the bed between your legs, cock in hand. It’s getting very real.
A shiver runs through your spine when you feel the head part your lips. He coats himself in you. Nudging the clit he just spoiled. It’s so teasing how his cock kisses your entrance, and he just watches as you try to chase him.
“You ready for me?” He purrs, kneading your ass in his hands. “You’re pretty much swallowing me up already, baby.”
“Come on, Nick,” you whine desperately.
He laughs, pushing just the tip in. “Oh, we’re on a first-name basis now?”
You prop yourself on your elbows, and huff impatiently over your shoulder, “Would you just fuck me?!”
He smacks your ass, harder than before, and it leaves a sharp sting. He follows it with a grunt and plunges deep into you without much of a warning. You cry out but the words are incoherent.
He didn’t seem this big in the bathroom.
“Holy shit,” you groan. It’s low and guttural.
The sudden stretch causes you to lock him in, and it takes you a few seconds to adjust. Pain dulls into warm pleasure, and his fingers dig into your waist, pressing hard enough into the skin to bruise it. “Fuck me, you’re tight.”
You glance up at Noah, watching as he settles in front of you and positions himself right at your mouth. You’re eager and more than willing, licking up the underside of his length before sucking him past your lips.
Once Noah passes over that talented tongue of yours, he responds with a hushed moan, only to be interrupted by Folio’s complaint, “Couldn’t even give me a couple minutes?”
“I did,” he snips back, and you can hear his icy glare just in his tone. His patience is being rewarded because you’re already bobbing your head up and down on him.
Noah collects your hair in gentle sweeps of his fingers, he’s delicate when Folio isn’t, but you don’t take it for granted. You know he’ll be rough with you when he wants to.
You’re not sure if Folio’s watching you suck his friend’s dick, but you make sure to put on a show for him in case he is. He probably won’t admit it if he's looking at the two of you, stalled deep inside your pussy while you push Noah to the back of your throat. He eventually starts to rock his hips though, sliding in and out of you in long strokes. It’s slow at first, but he picks up momentum and sets a steady pace.
It knocks your concentration and Noah slips from your mouth. He wastes little time picking up where you left off, fucking the tight circle of his fist until you come to. “Does he feel as good as you imagined?”
You nod frantically between Folio’s deliberate thrusts, lost in the blissful daze and slick glide of his cock. It’s nearly impossible for you to focus on the feeling of him and give Noah your full attention. Noah sees the moment of frustration, reminding you that this is for you, and reassures you with praise, “Don’t worry about me. You’re doing so good for us.”
The alcohol could be to blame, but Folio isn’t letting you forget his drummer’s stamina. There aren't signs of him tiring and you believe he could probably go until you reach your limit. But there must’ve been another exchange you didn’t hear; because he stops suddenly and withdraws from you, and before you can ask why, Noah instructs, “Flip over for me.”
You turn onto your back and sit up to see Folio walking around the edge of the bed. Noah helps you out of your dress, lifting it carefully off your shoulders, and tosses it onto the chair where he once sat. You’ve done this with him plenty of times before, and having him between your legs is nothing new.
As soon as you lay down on the bed, he drops lower onto his elbows and captures your lips in a real kiss for the first time in weeks. It’s familiar but desperate. You suck in a sharp breath from the cold chain of his necklace dancing across your tits, but his tongue rushes to slip into your mouth. He moans into the kiss and guides his cock into your entrance.
You instinctively hitch your legs around his waist, and tug at his hair at his nape, allowing him to slowly sink into you. It’s not the stinging stretch as it usually is, but he leaves you feeling full just the same. You curse together as he hits your limit, and as much as you want to keep him close, he props himself above you on his long, muscular arms while his slender frame moves with the roll of his hips. Your eyes float up his tattooed body, finding his own like they have a magnetic pull you can’t quite explain.
His stare is intense, and you get lost swimming in the dark irises longer than you think. The moment starts to venture into too intimate territory, like it’s only the two of you in the room. “You always look so pretty taking me like this.”
“Alright, man,” Folio interjects, clearly done staying on the sidelines.
Noah flashes a smile at you, ignoring him as he sits upright, and his massive hand explores its way up your chest. It snakes around your throat, his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. It’s a light hold, simply starting you off with the feeling of his hand on you.
You need more. Of course, you need more. You tighten your hand around his wrist, signaling to him to go harder.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” he grunts and squeezes, continuing to fuck into you. His other hand finds its place between you, pushing into the softness of your tummy to feel himself as his thumb begins to roll over your clit.
He complimented you, but he’s the one that looks so perfect above you like this; his body flexing with each languid stroke. Folio may have guided you right along the edge, and now Noah’s gonna be the one to throw you over. You don’t even care that Folio’s being ignored right now. You’re getting too close and becoming light-headed with each passing second.
“Give it to me,” Noah demands through gritted teeth. “I can feel it.”
If it wasn’t the other things, his words are what does it. Another orgasm crashes into you, blinding you and rendering you useless. He’s timed it so, releasing his hand from your throat so the blood rushes back into your head. You gasp his name, catching your breath as you shake uncontrollably around him.
“Fuck.” It’s the only word you get before you feel him cum inside you a few seconds later. By the look on his face, it didn’t seem intentional. But it’s too late for him to pull out now, so he commits, filling you up with his release. He’s done so before, so you don't even register what happened until he blurts out, “Sorry, dude.”
The haze has lifted enough for you to look for Folio, finding him propped upright against the headboard behind you, lazily jerking himself. He’s still just as hard, but suddenly you worry that you’ve ruined this for him. Noah falls back on his heels, giving you space to slide out from his legs and crawl over to him.
You make the move that you want to straddle him, and ask, “Do you care?”
”Not really.” Folio shrugs, letting go of himself to reach for your waist. It’s effortless; the way guides you onto his lap and lines his cock up to your entrance. You lower yourself until the back of your thighs settle on his, and you watch how his head rolls back against the headboard.
You start to ride him and it’s obscene how wet you are. You can hear it.
“Nick,” you murmur softly. The use of his name coaxes his focus back to you. Just like Noah, his lust-blown eyes are completely glazed over, but somehow they manage to stay locked on yours. The energy between you has changed dramatically, feeling wildly different than the last time he was inside you. You sigh sweetly, confessing “I’ve thought about this for a long time.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, letting his confidence show. His hands are resting on your hips, but you’re the one in control. “I have, too.”
You kiss him on the lips and leave a trail of them along the sharp edge of his jaw until you reach his ear. “I wanna feel you.”
The sticky slide of his cock inside your walls makes him groan and finally lifts himself into you, giving away that he’s getting close, “Feel what?”
You nuzzle into his throat, nipping at the sensitive place —the band’s logo— hidden behind his ear, and pair the following words with a precise rock of your hips, “Cum inside me, Nick. Please.”
His breath hitches at first, and you feel his harsh swallow before his hands move up and down your back. “That what you want, baby?”
“Show me how much you love this pussy.” He groans again hearing your saccharine voice say such filthy things, and locks his arms around the small of your back. “Make a mess out of it.”
Curses spill from his open lips, and he takes over. His thrusts aren’t as powerful as they were before, but he’s doing the work bringing himself to the breaking point. He’s already under your spell and doesn’t need any more words of encouragement, but you tell him anyway, “Make it yours, too.”
He hits the point of no return. He clutches you frantically, throwing himself as deep as he can into you before his body ignores his willpower and takes over. He pumps his release inside, adding to what Noah left and overfilling you so much that you feel it leak out before he’s even done.
He slows to a stop pretty quickly but doesn’t move himself out of you. You feel his body relax and his cock soften, and you reach up to cradle his tired face, giggling, “Happy Birthday, Nick.”
“Thanks.” He laughs, but it’s fucked out and ragged from him trying to catch his breath. “But I hope that’s not all I get with you.”
You glance over at Noah. He’s sprawled on his back across the bed, breathing heavily and still coming down from his orgasm. He feels your eyes on him, and looks up at you, grinning. “I’d be pretty stupid if I thought you’d only want to fuck him once.”
“Good thing you’re smart.”
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saw someone on the clockapp say that the the "i dont wanna choose between being a salesman or a soldier" is about Hozier's personal struggle with fame.
And I see that but I need people to start listening to his political messages. Listen to Nina Cried Power or Jackboot Jump just once. Please. I'm begging you. He's not your "woodland fae" but an extremely (politically) vocal person.
just saw hozier live and he thanked everyone for using their hard earned money to come see him and support him. yeah you would never find taylor having that sentiment.
for reference my ticket was 80 dollars.
the cheapest ticket i found for taylor’s upcoming show was 549 dollars. (i compared multiple third party sellers)
and i haven’t even mentioned how all art is political. and how hozier chooses to uplift ceasefires. he encouraged us to contact our u.s. representatives. how is opener (a black queer person) thanked hozier for creating a world where it’s safe for her.
Pretty When You Cry - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)
Author’s Note:
Heyy, this was requested by an Anon, I got really excited with their idea and I hope I made justice to it!
Warnings: smut smut smut smut (this one has a lot more smut than the previous ones), handjob, oral f! and m! receiving, p in v, creampie, squirting, dom! Noah.
It’s very late over here, forgive me for any mistakes, please.
W/C: 4.2K
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End of Author’s Note
Noah had just got home after months on the road with the boys and the way you missed and craved for him at that point was maddening. But before you could have your alone time with him, you still had to attend the band’s barbecue to wrap up and celebrate the end of the tour.
You begged him for at least a quickie, but he was adamant you’d leave that for after the party because he knew that after such a long time away from you, it wouldn’t be just a quickie.
But you weren’t okay with that. You wanted him and now you were obstinate to have him crawling for you.
So you wore the floral sundress you’d just bought, it hugged your body in all the right places, marking your waist and highlighting your chest, and had a slit on the left side, exposing your leg and thigh at each step. You applied your favorite cologne and a light makeup, and you were ready to go.
Noah eyed you from head to toe as you came down the stairs and gave you a firm slap on your ass as you walked past him towards the door.
“I liked the dress, baby, looks perfect on you” He paid his compliments as you both got into his car.
“Wore it for you, love” You winked at him and landed your left hand on his thigh, like you always did.
But then an idea crept into your head as he hummed a random song distractedly. You moved your hand higher and inwards on his thigh, caressing it with gentle rubs getting closer to his crotch each time.
You felt him tense and his gaze shifted from the road to you for a fraction of second, until he relaxed and settled himself on his seat, allowing and giving you space for whatever you had in mind.
You moved your hand higher and your fingers finally grazed his cock, hard in his shorts with your teasing. You palmed his length over the shorts slowly, impatiency starting to slip off him with a heavy sigh as you circled lightly the pad of your thumb on his sensitive tip.
His knuckles got white on the steering wheel due to how hard he held it while you pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, heavy and slapping against his lower belly, the sight making your mouth water and your pussy throb in need.
You spit on your hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly dragging it up and down his length, intentionally avoiding his tip, which made him visibly clench his jaw and fight back a frustrated moan as you worked solely on his shaft.
You gathered some saliva and leaned closer to him, making him think you were about to blow him off, but instead, you stopped your mouth inches away from his cock, parted your lips and let your spit drip from your lips to his tip, extra sensitive from being neglected, the light feeling of your saliva dripping and running over it making him buck his hips slightly searching for more.
You giggled seductively as you added your other hand on rubbing him off. One pumping his length, twisting its wrist around it to add an extra layer of pleasure, while the other worked on his head, switching from squishy pumps to just cupping it with the palm of your hand, leisurely rolling and lightly squeezing him, the wave of pleasure from that very specific motion making him break the car abruptly as a nearly guttural moan came from his lungs with the sensitiveness.
Seeing Noah so needy and vulnerable in front of you got you aching between your legs as he begged for you not to stop and threw his head back in pleasure. Thank god you were stuck on some light traffic because at that point Noah had his hands on the headrest of his seat, blunt nails digging on its leather as he buckled his hips forward and came in a long moan, cock twitching, spilling all over your hands as you kept on working on his high.
“That was amazing” He exclaimed breathless as his chest heaved up and down, and he got back into his driving stance while trying to reach out for some cleaning tissues for you, until he, taken by surprise, almost got hard again by watching you lick your hands and fingers clean, a devilish smirk on your lips “Fuck, baby what’s got you like that today?”
“I needed you to fuck the shit out of me before we left, but you decided against it, remember?” You teased him by making a pout with your lips, pretending to be annoyed at him.
Before the traffic light turned green, he pulled your head roughly and kissed you aggressively, in a clear attempt to show you how much he wanted you too. But still, you couldn’t miss the barbecue with the boys.
You arrived there shortly after, Noah’s cheeks were still rosy when you got out of his car and went straight to the backyard’s gate to meet the guys, their laughter could be heard from the street.
It was a warm and sunny afternoon, everyone was enjoying themselves and laughing off the fun moments from the tour while eating good food and having nice cold drinks.
You could feel Noah’s gaze on you from the small group he was gathered in a corner, watching closely everything you did, even the smallest gestures. So you took advantage of that.
Matt had just served a batch of hot dogs in the table next to you and you took one of them, taking it to your mouth, your tongue sliding on the sausage as you drove it in, mayo smearing on the corner of your lips on purpose, so you could sensually lick it off, just as you did on your fingers back in the car, getting Noah ridiculously jealous over a hot dog.
And that’s when you decided you’d tease him at every chance you got.
You could see him trying to avert his gaze from you, but it was pointless, his eyes were always there. You walked to one of the coolers for another beer and turned your back to him as you bent down to grab another bottle, your dress riddening up as you did so, almost revealing what it hid underneath.
At that point he wasn’t just discreetly watching you, he was actively ignoring his conversations and had his eyes trained on you, torn between wanting to fuck you there and then at that very position, and feeling a pang of jealousy because if he was watching that, it meant others could watch it too. On both hypotheses he felt himself getting hard, which made him have to carefully arrange his cock in his shorts so no one saw the on growing boner.
He forced his attention back to whatever random subject Jolly was talking about, trying to think about anything but you so he could quiet down the “situation” inside his shorts.
That’s until you, after a couple of minutes out of his sight, waltzed past him, stealthily depositing your white lace panties on his hand, winking at him as you casually walked back to the group of friends you were in earlier.
Noah swallowed dry and his blood boiled as his cock got fully hard, forcing him to sit down on the couch behind him and immediately grab one of its pillows to cover himself while also saving your underwear in his pocket.
“You okay bro?” Ruffilo asked, aware of his friend’s uneasiness.
“Yeah. My back hurts. Just need to seat for a moment”
You knew by the look on his face he’d make you pay for that later. Not only for getting him all flustered in front of his friends, but especially for walking around in that dress having no panties underneath.
You thought about giving him a break, but when a tray of cupcakes came into your sight you just needed to push his buttons again.
You grabbed two of them and headed straight to Noah, sitting on one his thighs as you gave him one of the cupcakes.
His free hand made its way to slide over the curve of your ass, but you stopped him in his tracks.
“You can look, but you can’t touch” You whispered deviously, giggling in his ear.
“I’mma fuck that attitude out of you when we get out of here” His promise along with his husky tone got you clenching your legs together in anticipation.
As if nothing was happening, Noah took a bite out of his cupcake, frosting smearing the corner of his lips, and before he could himself clean it off, you leaned into him and licked off, your eyes meeting his dark ones as you did it.
“Guess you’ll have to work hard then” You spat back and got off his lap, swaying your hips on your way.
A couple of hours had gone by and you decided to give him some peace, but your previous acts through the event were still lingering on his head, earning you predatory looks you knew you’d “regret” later when he had his way with you, especially every time he felt the lace in his pocket.
It was night already and the barbecue came to an end. You said your goodbyes to everyone and headed home, the ride on your way there silent, but the tension thick in the air and you noticed how Noah drove a lot faster than usual, eager to get home.
He pushed you inside the house and closed the door behind him with a loud bang, his impatience evident in his demanding tone.
“Bedroom. Now.”
“I’m so tired, can’t we leave this for tomorrow?” You teased one last time, faking a yawn, and in the next second he had you pinned on the hallway wall, hands around your neck.
“Quit it. Upstairs. Now. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d fuck that sassiness out of you, so don’t expect any sleep for tonight”
You’d been wet all day in need of him, but having him bark those words at your face had you dripping in anticipation.
He let go of your neck and you quickly obeyed him, practically running up the stairs as he followed closely behind, closing the bedroom door as you got inside.
“On your knees” He commanded, voice husky in lust as he took his shirt off.
You dropped on your knees in front of him, both of you next to a floor to ceiling mirror, allowing you to watch yourselves.
Noah bent down and grabbed you by your jaw, his face inches from yours as he said:
“Got me hard in front of everyone the whole damn day and with that short dress with no panties underneath” You bit your bottom lip at his tone, terribly turned on by him and his imposing, bossy stance “Gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you learn not to do that again”
You tried to kiss him but he stood back up straight and pulled down his shorts, freeing his rock hard manhood in all its glory.
“I’m the one who’ll decide when you can kiss me or not, baby” He had a devilish grin on his lips “But have in mind, you’re the one who started it”
You couldn’t think straight to come up with any sassy remark or any other kind of answer, so you just drove your hands to his cock, only to be stopped midway by a pull on your hair.
“No hands. You’ll have to deal with all of it with your mouth only”
You put your hands on your back as he brings your head closer to his cock, eyes connected, your mouth split open and tongue sticking out to lap him languidly from its base to its tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around it as your tongue played with the small bundle of nerves on the slit right below his tip on the underside of his cock, making a strangled moan escape from his lips.
You kept on sucking him, driving him deeper into your mouth, making sure to make a “pop” sound every time you pulled out of him completely, only to dive into him again, jaw hurting with his thickness and length, but focused on getting him all the way into your throat, to the point your nose pressed against his pubic area, without the help of your hands.
The vision he had from above was unholy as he kept you still, cock deep in your throat as watched you struggle on keeping him all the way in, a few tears running down your cheeks and spit down your chin in the process, an absolute heaven for him.
Noah tightened the grip on the makeshift ponytail on your hair and started to thrust in and out of your mouth, ruining it as he sped up his pace and intensity, making you take support on his legs as he fucked your face, moaning shamelessly above you.
You knew he was close when his thrusts became erratic and his cock started to twitch on your tongue.
Noah entangled his fingers on the hair on the back side of your head and pulled you backwards, away from him, letting only his tip rest on your tongue as he stroked himself and came on it, some of his spurts missing your tongue and painting your face as you keep your tongue out and mouth wide open for him.
In his eyes you looked like a work of art, all disheveled, makeup running down your face and eyes glazed with lust as you licked and swallowed the cum that stained your lips and your cheeks.
“Good girl” He praised as he hoisted you up and crashed his lips against yours hungrily, tasting himself as he captured your tongue.
He guided you backwards to the bed, stepping out of his shorts on the way, and laid you on it without ever breaking the kiss.
His lips finally left yours and trailed their way down your chin towards your neck, spreading kisses and love bites all over it, making sure to leave his marks, claiming his girl.
While he kept working on your neck sending shivers down your spine, his hands came up to your boobs cupping and fonddling them still covered by the dress, until he finally pulled its front part down and off of you, exposing your hardened nipples and allowing him to explore your breasts further.
He pinched your nipples with his thumbs and index fingers, rolling it between them but not too hard, just enough to make you arch your back, offering more of you as you writhed under him.
You spread your legs wide and thrusted up your hips to meet his own, desperately trying to have the slightest friction on your pussy, but it was no use, Noah immediately brought one of his hands and pinned your hips down on the bed.
“Please” You whined is frustration, clit aching and desperately needing some attention.
“Thought you liked teasing” He sank his teeth on the crook of your neck in response.
Noah soothed his bite with his tongue and kissed his way across your collarbone to your chest, licking its valley before he attached his lips around one of your nipples, gliding his tongue over it to then nibble at it, the stimulation so good you could feel the knot on your pelvis forming only by it.
He shifted his attention between your boobs, repeating the same movements, and you were so concentrated you didn’t see him moving his right hand down to the center of your body.
You gasped audibly when he finally ran his fingers over your slit, collecting your slick to rub it on your clit with feather-like touches at first.
You raked your hands over his tattooed arms and back trying to feel more of him, one of them settling through his silk dark hair, keeping him at your chest level as he still feasted on your boobs, marking their flash with small bites.
Noah pressed harder on your clit with the pads of his fingers and you felt that knot on your lower belly tightening, eager for the long awaited release as Noah, even after all those months away, knew your body more than yourself and pushed all of your right buttons to have you falling apart under his touch.
Your whole body tensed as you got close to your climax, but when you were about to snap it, he stopped and drew his fingers away from you.
“No!” You complained in raw frustration.
Noah giggled evilly at your reaction, the tables had turned and by the mischievous look in his eyes, you knew he’d make you pay for all the teasing you’d put him through.
“You’ll cum only when I allow you to. Understand?”
You nodded flustered as he collected more of your slick with his fingers and drove them to your lips so you could taste yourself. He pushed his inked fingers in your mouth, making you open it wider.
“I want your words”
“Yes”
“Good. Now eyes on me”
His face was on the same level as yours. He braced himself on his arm by the side of your head as he drove his hand back between your legs.
He sank two of his long fingers inside you, stretching your walls and going straight to that spongy spot inside you. He smirked when he saw your breath hitching and your pupils dilating when he started to curl his fingers inside you, rubbing it in a ‘come here’ motion.
Noah knew you loved this and knew how easily you gave in when he reached that very spot, and you only confirmed that when you unwittingly spread your legs even wider, allowing him full and unrestricted access to you.
“Noah please…” You begged, helplessly trying to pull on his short hair as he sped up his pace, taking you up that cliff you’d been craving to jump from.
Your body tensed again and you bit your bottom lip as we kept on fingering you, and when you thought he’d finally make you cum, he stopped again, retrieving his fingers and licking them clean as he laughed at your frustration.
“No” He deadpanned.
Restrained electricity ran through your veins and you felt even more sensitive with all the edging, your body feeling like jelly, even though you hadn’t cum yet.
As he waited for you to come back from your - almost - high, Noah crawled down the bed, pushed the skirt of your dress up and peppered wet kisses on your inner thighs, his lips getting dangerously close to your pussy, to then skip it, just to watch you wriggle above him.
He snaked both of his arms around each of your thighs and brought your pussy inches away from his face. He blew his hot breath over it and lightly ran his nose over your swollen clit as he did so, making you shudder under his hold.
You groaned loudly when you finally felt his tongue run along your slit, lapping up your arousal. He kissed and licked and suckled on your most sensitive spots, making you buck your hips up for even more of that, desperate for the release that’s been denied to you twice already.
Noah sucked on your clit and licked circles on it as he kept it between his lips, and that was it for you, you felt it coming hot and strong inside you, ready to ripple through you, toes curling at it, when he again, pulled away, postponing your release.
And at that point you were desperate, your chest heaved and a couple of tears of both pleasure and frustration streamed down your face because you needed it, you needed it hard, and he was taking it away to punish you.
“Please please please” You begged again while he helped you out of the dress you were still wearing.
“I told you I’d fuck that attitude out of you, didn’t I?” He whispered against your lips as he hovered over you, the tip of his cock lining to your opening as he did so.
“Then please do it”
“Do what?”
“Fuck my pussy” One of his hands went straight to your neck at your words.
“It’s not your pussy baby” He choked you “It’s mine” And pushed himself all the way in in one hard and deep thrust, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch.
Your nails clawed down his back and you felt completely full as he started to fuck you properly, the hand around your neck adding to the experience as it pressed on the sides of your neck, cutting off part of the flow of oxygen to your brain.
After all those months away from him it felt like heaven having him inside you again, hips slapping harshly against yours as he now fucked you in short thrusts, but hard and deep at each of them, making sure to roll his hips enough so your clit would also be stimulated in the process.
“Fucking missed this” He groaned on your ear, peppering kisses on your neck “Fucking missed you”
“Me too baby.. feel so good inside me” You mumbled back as your walls clenched around him, announcing your orgasm building again in your core.
“Fuck don’t do this, I need to last” He moaned out, visibly holding himself back at your walls squeezing on him.
Changing positions, Noah manhandled you roughly, making you land on your fours, and pulled you by your hips, pushing his cock all the way back in one hard thrust. Stilled inside you, his hands once holding your hips slid down to your waist and then your ribcage, his hard grip pressing your body down on the bed while your ass was still up in the air and bottomed out by him.
He leaned down to your ear and said:
“I want you to cum hard on my cock, can you do that for me?”
“Yes baby” You sighed, breathless and head in overdrive with the new angle he was hitting.
“I want you to clench hard around me, milk me up so I can fill that pretty little pussy, you understand?” His words alone were enough to make you throb around him.
“Y-yes”
“Good”
He got back to his previous position behind you and pinned both your wrists together behind your back as started to fuck you again, in and out in harder and deeper than before, shoving your body forwards at each thrust, making you fight for your own balance as you drooled on the bed sheets, completely cock drunk.
You became a full moaning mess as he railed you like never before. Your denied climax coming back stronger than ever before and heightened by the sounds of his own moans as he drilled you.
You felt your body in flames as the pressure on your pelvis got unbearable and Noah, reading your body, leaned forward and took his hand to your clit. Only this time he wasn’t stopping it.
So it came. You screamed against the sheets as an earth shattering orgasm took over your senses, making you gush over Noah, your whole body shudder and your walls clench hard around his cock as he rode you through it, the feel of him twitching and cumming inside you at the same time only adding to your high as your whole body went numb with the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had on your life.
You were so blind by your high you didn’t realize you’d squirted on Noah, who smiled proudly at you as he pulled out of you, your fluids running down his lower belly and his cum dripping out of your hole.
He buried his face on your sensitive cunt and lapped it up for the last time, collecting his own cum to bring it to your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sticking your tongue out so he could spit it in, kissing you lovingly after.
You shifted your position on the bed, laying facing up the ceiling while Noah went to the bathroom.
He came back moments later with a wet towel and started to take care of you. First he cleaned the smeared makeup on your face and the remnants of spit and cum, kissing tenderly the places he’s just taken care of, then he cleaned the cum oozing from between your legs, kissing your knees once he was done.
After disposing of the towel, he climbed back on the bed with him, pulling you to his embrace as you nuzzled against his chest.
“You have no idea how I missed you, baby, I love you so much” He whispered as he kissed your forehead and held you tightly in his arms.
“I couldn’t stay another second away from you, Noah, you’re a part of me already” You tilted your head up to meet his lips “I’m unable to describe how much I love you too”
You felt dizzy as his heartbeat lulled you into your sleep, until he poked you.
“Uh uh” You looked at him confused as you waited for him to continue “I’m just giving you a break. I meant it when I said we’re not sleeping tonight”
I AM GOING TO FUCKING COMBUST
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gawd 😫😫😫
MUSTACHE JOLLY
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gawd 😫😫😫
MUSTACHE JOLLY
@nojoyontheburn @collidewiththesavannah @mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you
I AM UNWELL.
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Well good morning to us lol danm jolly
i think some of us forget that fandom, first and foremost, is a community. no, we’re not all friends but we are all apart of something together and we do owe each other basic kindness and respect.
sometimes i think we get it in our heads that everything is a competition. it’s not. write because you want to write. make edits because you want to make edits. and so on and so on. if you’re only participating in an online community for validation or attention i think you might need to take a step back and reevaluate your relationship to it.
my fellow fandom mates you are free to engage with content however you are most comfortable engaging with it. please don’t ever let someone bully or guilt you into thinking there is a right and a wrong way to show your support.
i engage in fandom and share my work when i can because i love it, because it’s fun. some of y’all are here for different reasons i do often fear.
it would do everyone good to remember that behind every blog is a person, here for their own reasons. whether or not those reasons are with good intentions is up in the air.
please don’t forget to be considerate. and to be cool, but not cruel.
Hey everyone I’m back in the fanfic writer chair this week. My new Fanfic will be called “ love and money: the mini series. The MMC’s are Andy Biersack, Olli Skyes and Noah Sebastian. The tropes include: fake dating, secret love triangle, angst, smut ( of course lol) and yes there will be an HEA for this one. It will be posted on my Wattpad account: Wattpad.com/TaurusPrincess @mswikoff79 . TBA for the series being posted on Tumblr
