I walk out our bathroom and pad across the sisal and seagrass carpet on our bedroom floor, keeping my footsteps soft and quiet. Noah doesn't look up until I’m standing right in front of him and even then, he only moves when I sink to my knees between his spread thighs. My knees hit the plush rug with a soft thud while my hands slide across his thighs. 

He blinks, thumb freezing on his phone screen like he stopped dead in action. He bites the inside of his lip just barely, barely enough for me to catch it, and then those blue grey eyes drop from his phone and right to my face. I see the exact moment his brain clocks the fact that I’m naked, on the floor and looking at him like he’s the last meal on the whole planet.

"Hi, doll." I whisper, resting my chin on his knee. I give him my most innocent looking smile, the one that isn’t even remotely close to innocent and usually makes him want to use me like a fleshlight.

His eyes drag slow down my face and over my throat, lingering on the way my tits just naturally sit up on my chest. I hear the sharp click of his phone locking and he throws it behind him on our bed without ever breaking eye contact with me.

"Hey," he says back. His voice is a low, husky rumble that makes my clit jump. He’s not moving yet. He’s studying me, trying to see how far I’m gonna take this. Don’t tempt me, baby. 

I don't give him time to think too much. That’s a waste of time. I reach up, my fingers digging into the firm muscles on his thighs, and lean forward to press my face against his stomach. He smells like bourbon vanilla and toffee and his soap and just... him. I start kissing my way up, pressing my glossed lips along his warm skin, making sure I leave my mark. I wanna taste every inch of him before I get to the prize. Then I lick up his abs, feeling the way they tense  under my tongue. He’s so perfect it’s borderline offensive; he looks too fucking good. 

"Rena," he warns, but his hand’s already making its way into my hair. His fingers thread through my curls, not pulling yet, just something for him to ground himself to.

"I missed you today, Noey," I mumble against his skin as my tongue swirls around his bellybutton. I can hear the change in his breathing right now; that well structured rhythm of his finally starting to wilt at the edges ‘cause he knows he can’t help himself when it comes to me.

"We just had lunch like three hours ago, baby."

"So? That was so long ago." I kiss the long, jagged scar on his ribs, the one I know the story behind but never talk about; I’d rather treat it like a shrine I’ll never not pay my respects to. I lick along the length of it while my hands slide up to grip his waist, my thumbs digging into those deep V-lines that frame his perfect length. "I've been thinking about this all day. I literally couldn't focus on anything else. My boss was talking about Q4 projections and all I could think about was how much I wanted to wrap my lips around you and stay there."

I can feel his heart hammering against his ribs. Noah’s composure is such a beautiful thing to watch break. I move my mouth lower, kissing the soft skin just over the edge of the towel, my nose brushing against the dark hair that leads straight to what I’ve been needy for all day. I use my teeth a little, nipping at the skin of his hip, and he lets out a sharp, saw-edged breath as mine dances against his warm skin.

"Being a little minx tonight, aren't you?" He murmurs to me while his hand grips my hair a bit harder. I moan on instinct; I can’t help it. I love the feeling. 

"I'm being your girl." I correct him, looking up with a spoiled little pout, but my eyes are wide and dark. "And your girl is hungry, Noah. I'm so fucking hungry for you, baby."

I reach for the knot on the side of his towel. Not rushing because I want him to feel the anticipation, every slow crawl of it. I pull the knot, and the cloth falls down, pooling on the ottoman behind his hips. 

He’s beautiful. Truly, unfairly beautiful. His dick is already heavy against his leg, that slight, familiar curve making my mouth salivate. It’s long just how I like it; thick enough to stretch me wide, and the head is already sticky looking, a single bead of clear precum glistening under the lamplight.

I don't go for it yet. I kiss his inner thighs first, my tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin there, earning a soft groan from him. I love how he sounds. I want him twitching, desperate even. I look up at him and gently wrap my hands around the base of him, and I see him watching me with a look that could burn our house down. Noah’s hand that isn’t in my hair slowly comes up to my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip to gently rub across it. He keeps his eyes on me as I let my mouth part just a little, my tongue slipping out to taste him.

"Keep your tongue out, ma chérie," he commands in that tone that turns me inside out. My dear. 

He’s not asking me, it’s a direct order, delivered in that firm, low tone that makes my knees go weak. I obey instantly of course. I push my tongue out more and Noah leans forward, wrapping his hand around his dick and tapping it on the tip of my tongue. Once, twice, three times. The heat of him on my tongue is overwhelming in the best way. He tastes so good, too. No salt, just water and skin. 

“You missed me that bad today?” he asks through his jagged voice. I don’t answer him; just smile and keep my mouth where it is, letting him see my truth in the way my tongue holds him perfectly. 

“Now show me how much you want it, princess,” he whispers. 

I never need to be told twice. I lean in, swirling my tongue around the tip, catching that drop of precum and swallowing it down like it’s wine. I hear him groan; a deep, primal sound that vibrates in the air between us. I’m so fucking wet right now it’s ridiculous. 

I keep my eyes on him while I press soft kisses around the top of his dick, then licking along the length of him in long, slow strokes. All the way from the base to the head, my hands busy stroking the underside, feeling the weight of his balls in my hand. I’ll spend more time on those later. 

I’m getting sloppy on purpose; it’s what I want. I want the sound of it to fill the whole room, and then I want him to hear how wet I’m making myself just by being near him. I finally take the head into my mouth, just the top and suck hard, my own eyes rolling back at the feel. 

"Fuuucck, Serena..." His head falls back, his eyes closing for a second as he pushes his hips into my face. 

I pull back, my lips glistening. "Does that feel good, Noah? You like how much I love tasting you?"

"I love how much of a pretty little slut you are for me," he grits out, his hand finally fisting in my hair how I want and pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look at him. "You wanna talk? Or you wanna work?"

I sink down then, swallowing him whole in one go, letting my throat open up, my eyes watering as he slides straight to the back of my throat. My gag reflex is usually non-existent but Noah’s so big it’s a struggle sometimes, but a struggle I crave nonetheless. I wrap my hand around the base to catch his extra length and start a rhythm. In and out, deep and wet. I’m making sure to use my tongue and plenty spit, swirling it around him as I move, my nose buried in the hair at his groin.

Noah’s not passive anymore, which is exactly what I want. His hips are moving in a slow, agonizingly counter rhythm, meeting every single head bob of mine, pushing deeper with every thrust. He’s not just letting me give him head, he’s fucking my face with a deliciously terrifying precision; as anything else he does. Noah keeps his eyes focused on me, paying attention to my limits and pushing right past them with ease, an ease he’s earned in my trust. I wish I had words to describe this feeling; maybe it’s like crack. He’s playing me, pulling out a symphony of filth with every gluck noise I let out, and I’m fucking elated to be played. 

"That's it, princess. Take it. Every fucking inch. Show me just how good that mouth works.”

I pull back, spit trailing from my lip to his tip while I gasp for air, and I look at him with a feral type of hunger I have no intentions on controlling. I shift my weight, pushing my tits together with my hands, creating a slick channel for him. Noah’s eyes go wide as I slide his dick between them, the friction of his skin against my lotioned, spit slick tits making a nice, wet, squelching sound. I move my body in time with them, fucking him with my tits while I lean down to keep the tip wet with my mouth.

His eyes are blown the fuck wide now, his pupils taking over the grey. He looks like he’s in pain but a good kind, the kind that only shows up when you’re being pushed right to the edge of what you can take.

"You look so fucking good like this," he rasps. "Such a good girl, using that perfect body to please me. Do you know how much I love you?"

"Show me," I challenge him, my voice a wrecked, breathy mess. "But stop being so careful with me, Noah. Fuck my mouth. I want a sore throat in the morning, please, baby?” I coo. 

And suddenly the air has changed.  The tenderness is still there like a deep undercurrent, but the predator in Noah is outside now. He reaches down then, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, his thumb pressing into the sensitive dip under my jaw. He guides me back down and this time there’s no slow build-up; that would be silly. Instead what I get is a brutal, relentless pace. 

Thank you, baby.

He’s thrusting into my mouth, his movements precise even as he’s getting rougher. He’s not slamming into me, but he’s deep; so deep I can feel the head of him pulsing against the very back of my throat. I’m gagging a little, my eyes lining up with tears but I’m not running away. I’m grabbing his thighs to brace us both, making sure my nails dig into his skin so he knows I don’t want him to let up. The lack of air, the overwhelming fullness of his dick in my mouth and the wet, choking sounds I’m making around it; it’s all a blur of pure sensation that has my pussy clenching so hard I think I just might cum from him using my mouth. 

"Breathe, Serena. Respire pour moi, petite salope.” Breathe for me, little slut.

Hearing him speak French fucks me up every single time. I try to focus on my breathing, my nose whistling as I take in air while my mouth is completely occupied by his thick shaft. He’s fucking my face like he’s trying to leave a mark on my soul. Every thrust is a reminder of who I belong to, but more than that how nobody else could have him like this. Be clear, I love letting Noah have his way with me and give him the reins to tear me up often, but the key word is give. Every time he hits the back of my throat, I feel a corresponding throb between my thighs, my own juices soaking the carpet underneath me.

"You eat this dick so well, princess," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "Taking it so good for me, baby. Look at you. My perfect little slut, choking on my dick like you can’t get enough. You got a puddle between your legs from this, don’t you, Serena?”

I can only moan back to respond to him, the vibration causing his hips to jerk. 

He pulls back for a second, just enough to look at me and let me get a lungful of air. I’m a mess. My hair’s probably puffy, my lips are swollen and there’s spit and precum all over my chin. And per usual, he’s looking at me like I’m the most gorgeous thing alive. 

"I'm about to nut, baby. I'm so fucking close." His voice is ragged, torn.

"Do it," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please, Noah, give it all to me. I wanna swallow every drop.” that’s all it takes. He plunges back in, his rhythm becoming frantic and his grip in my hair tightening. He’s growling now, a low, animalistic sound that makes my whole body hot. 

"Je vais te remplir la gorge. Regarde-moi, Serena. Regarde ce que tu me fais, amour. I’m gonna fill your throat. Look at me, Serena. Look at what you’re doing to me, love.

I lock my eyes on his, making sure I don’t blink ‘cause I wanna see the moment he breaks. I wanna be the reason his world turns white while he paints my throat the same. 

His body goes stiff, his hips locking forward as he buries himself as deep as he can possibly go. And then it happens. The first hot, thick burst of his cum hits the back of my throat. It’s so fucking much, so intense I have to force myself to swallow to let my throat working around him. Then another pulse, then another, each one as powerful as the last. He’s shaking, his whole body trembling, hands fisted in my hair, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps while my name comes off his lips. “Serena, Serena, fuck—baby, don’t stop—”

I keep sucking even as he’s finishing, milking him for every last drop, not wanting to waste a single bit of him. I don't quit until he’s pulsing one last time, this slow, lingering throb that I feel all the way down in my stomach.

When I finally pull off, our bedroom’s dead silent aside from our combined panting. Noah’s slumped back against our bed with his chest heaving and his eyes closed. I’m still on my knees, my lips tingling and swollen, my throat feeling raw and used in a way I’m shamelessly in love with. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him, then lean my head against his thigh.

The shift is instantaneous. Our feral need disappears, leaving a warm, hazy bliss instead. I feel Noah’s hand come down on my head, his fingers stroking my hair with a gentleness that makes my heart fall apart and stitch itself back up. This is the other side of him; the side that holds me together after he’s taken me all the way apart.

"Come here," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. 

He doesn't have to ask me twice. He reaches down and hauls me up into his lap and I straddle him, my soaking wet pussy pressing right against his thigh, my arms coming around his neck like a lifeline. He pulls me close, his face burying in the crook of my neck, lips pressing against my beating pulse. 

"You're gonna be the death of me," he whispers. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Serena? I'm a grown ass man and you have me shaking like a teenager."

"Good," I giggle, the sound small and shaky. "I want you shaking. I want you thinking about me every time you close those eyes."

"Believe me, baby, I already do." He pulls back, his thumb wiping a stray tear from my cheek. He looks at me with so much devotion it’s almost hard to look anywhere else. "My perfect baby," he murmurs, his eyes dark with a lingering heat that makes my knees weak even while I'm sitting in his lap. Then he kisses the corner of my mouth. "Une sainte avec une bouche de pécheresse... tu vas m'achever." A saint with the mouth of a sinner... you’re gonna be the end of me.

He kisses me then. Not the hungry, desperate kisses from before. It’s slow and sweet. Worshipful. It tastes like him and me and the life we’re building together. He tastes himself on my tongue and groans, but he doesn't pull back. His arms wrap around me tighter, his hand splayed flat on my lower back, pressing me into him until there’s no space left between us at all.

"You need some water, my love," he says after a while, his voice returning to that practical, caretaking tone I love just as much as the hard dominant one. "And hurry. I need you in this bed for the next three hours minimum, Serena."

"Mm, you promise?" I whisper, nipping at his earlobe.

"Serena," he says, his voice dropping an octave, a promise and a threat all wrapped into one. "You know not to question the things I say. Je vais te briser ce soir.” I’m gonna break you tonight.

I shiver at his words; a delicious, warm thrill running straight down my spine. I don't doubt him for even half a second; Noah’s not one for empty threats and he definitely doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. I’m excited; overjoyed, even. The thought of this man doing anything to me makes every part of my body just…fuck. Who knows what he’ll do to me tonight, who knows if he’ll have me on my back or on my stomach with his hands gripping my hips, or on my knees again until I have carpet burn. I don’t even care. I’m gonna make sure he stays busy doing exactly what he wants until the sun comes up.

A/N: fun fact i liked lowkey liked noah and serena so much that i'm currently writing their standalone book about their life after they get married hehe, preview chapters are up right now :)

My hand just moves. I didn’t even plan it, really. Muscle memory is crazy sometimes. I slide it down my stomach and slip my fingers between my legs. I’m already wet, embarrassingly fucking soaked—and Two's whole body just turns to stone next to me. He doesn't even have to look at me; he already knows.

I spread my folds with my thumb, touch the little silver bar of my piercing and slowly drag my middle finger through my slick. Then I turn my head on the pillow.

He's looking right at me; eyes dark as hell. That's the only phrasing that can accurately describe it.

The room smells like us. Like sex and weed and his cologne, that warm cedar vanilla that lives in our sheets now. The sunset lamp turns everything ambery and rose  colored, and the way the light hits his skin and his tattoos makes my mouth water. His chest rises, then falls. His abs tense when he moves barely an inch. His hand stretches against my lower back like he's physically stopping himself from reaching for me. He's so still; this controlled, intentional stillness, and I'm over here falling apart just from him looking. Fucking my own hand like a desperate little slut. It's not fair how little he has to do to get me to this point, but I’m not complaining.

"Babyyy," I breathe out, slurring my words on purpose. I keep my finger moving in a slow, lazy circle and let my legs fall open wider so he has a perfect view. "You do this thing."

Two's gaze drops to my hand, then snaps right  back up. His arm is still draped along my back, a warm, heavy weight I feel with every breath I take. "This thing," he repeats. His voice dropped down a full octave in the last five minutes.

"Yeah." I press harder, rolling my fingertip over my piercing, making my hips move on their own. "You stare at me when you're inside me. It's like..." I swallow. "You're looking for something."

I watch his jaw tighten and he doesn’t give me an answer yet, just keeps his eyes on my hand. On the way my fingers move, the way my pussy flutters and glistens, waiting for him. "Everything, Xo," he finally says. His words sound scraped from the bottom of his throat.

My heart does a stupid little flip. "That's not really an answer."

He rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. Now all of his attention is on me, a physical energy I can feel pressing into my skin. I have to stop myself from grinding into my own hand right in front of his face. "Your beautiful face," he says, eyes locked dead on mine. "The way your pupils go all wide right before you cum. Your breath changes too, mama. I can feel you every time it happens and I love that shit." Then he nods at my hand. "And how your thighs are shaking right now. I'm looking at all of it, baby. All the time."

A hot flush crawls up my neck and into my ears. He sees all of it. That's my problem.

"I like it," I whisper. The confession feels like stepping off a ledge. My fingers slide lower and I push one, then a second inside my pussy. The sudden fullness pulls a gasp from me and I don't even try to hide it. I want him to see; want him to see exactly what him just existing in a room does to me. "I really like when you watch me."

"Yeah?" The corner of his mouth ticks up. He’s not smiling, but instead it’s that smug, possessive curve of his lip that makes my stomach tighten.

"Mhm." I curl my fingers slow, pressing into that spot that makes my breath go thin. My back arches off the mattress. "It makes me feel... seen." The word sounds lame the second it leaves. I know it does, but my brain's not producing anything better with two fingers inside me.

"Good," Two says. "'Cause I can't look away from you. Not ever." He moves closer and the heat radiating off his body brands my side. "Tell me something, sweetheart."

"What?" Already breathless.

"You ever do this when you're by yourself?"

The heat in my face spreads down to my chest. I can't lie to him, not right now. "Y-yeah."

"And what do you think about?"

I meet his eyes. My fingers are moving steadier now; in and out, the sound of it wet and slick and shameless. "You," I say. "I think about you watching me. Just like this. Like right now."

His jaw flexes. "What else?"

"I think about you how you talk to me." The words tumble out sloppy, tripping. "The shit you say when you're deep inside me, whispering in my ear."

His eyes go black. "And what do I say to you?"

"You tell me I'm yours." My fingers curl tight and I have to force my eyes from rolling back, chasing the pressure that's starting to build low in my stomach. "Tell me I'm your good girl. That my pussy's so wet you can barely hold it together." My breath hitches and I press deeper. "I love when you tell me how you're gonna fuck me. All the ways you're gonna take me apart."

A low groan comes out of him and he grins; full, lazy, dangerous looking, and he reaches out to lightly grab my jaw, two of his fingers brushing across my bottom lip. "Open for me, baby."

I part my lips and take him in. My tongue swirls around his fingers immediately; salt, a tiny hint of weed and my own taste still on his skin from the last round. I suck hard, pulling him deeper, getting his fingers all wet and messy while I watch his eyes glaze.

"Just like that," he rasps. "My pretty baby. So fuckin’ good for me."

I can feel his dick jump against my hip. Thick and hot and teasing me. 

He pulls his fingers out slow and a string of my spit connects us for a second before it breaks, and the wet sound makes me clench around nothing. Then his hand travels down, right between my legs, right next to my own hand.

"Let me help you," he says, his voice dropping into something darker. Would be threatening if I didn’t know this man so well. "I know how deep you like it."

Two doesn't move my hand out the way. He just presses two fingers against mine and pushes in alongside them, asking with pressure to stretch me open. I gasp, head knocking back into the pillow. The fullness hits like a warm spark from my toes and all the way up my body . Four fingers, mine and his thick, calloused ones curled right next to each other, filling me in a way that's overwhelming and deliciously right at the same time.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmurs, his own voice sounding like he’s lost in it too. 

"F-fuck, Two—"

"I’m right here." His voice is thick, low in the way it gets when his mouth is going dry. His fingers curl with mine in a slow, deep drag against the spot that sends electricity straight through my body. "Messy ass pussy. You're squeezing us both, mi amor." Then he presses his forehead against my temple and keeps his fingers moving. "Now keep going. Tell me what else you want."

"I—" My thoughts are splintering. "I wanna be under you so bad. Want you to hold me in place and hold my wrists down." My hips start bucking against our hands. "Fuck me so hard I can't think about anything but you. Fill me until I can't take anything else."

"Goddamn." His thumb finds the bar of my piercing and starts slow circles. My whole body jolts. "My needy girl. You want Daddy to have his way with you?"

"Yes," I whine, and it's ripped out of me. "Please. Two, I'm so fucking close. Let me cum, please—"

His mouth finds my ear with a kiss and a low growl. "You're gonna cum all over our fingers, baby. Just like this. Show me exactly what I do to you." His fingers curl deeper and drag, pressing harder. "Then I'm gonna flip you over, spread you wide and put my tongue in this pretty pussy until you're shaking. Make you cum on my face while I play with these lil chocolate drop nipples I love so much."

A strangled sound comes out of me while my other hand grips the sheets. "Keep talking. Please."

"Love it when you get like this." His voice is velvet and gravel at the same time, and I’m so gone. Hooked. "Can't even help how much you need it. Finger fucking yourself right in front of me, letting me see how you take care of yourself when I can’t; I'd have you do it again just so I can watch you." I feel his thumb pressing down hard on my piercing. "And just when you're about to cum again, I'ma give you what you really want. Feel you squeeze me. Watch you cry for me."

My body is shaking and I’m trying so hard to keep it together. He’s gonna make me cum so hard I might not survive it. "And then?" I pant.

He chuckles gritty and low, the sound vibrating through my whole body. "I'll keep you wrapped around this dick until I decide you're done. Pull out and nut all over this pretty pussy so I can mark you up. Push it back inside 'cause that's where it belongs." He presses his fingers deeper and starts sucking the spot under my ear, and I whine. "And then I'ma do it again. Make you cum so many times you lose count. Until you're a fuckin’ mess I'll clean up myself, reminding you you're mine the whole time."

He pulls back just enough to look at me. "That what you want, sweetheart?"

"Two—" The tears are starting. I’m crying. Just off the pleasure of course, never pain, just exactly what I’m craving and too much. "Please let me cum, Daddy—"

I watch his eyes and bite the inside of my cheek when I watch them darken. Yeah, Two loves when I call him Daddy. Another way for me to keep him wrapped around my finger and me wrapped around him. "Say it again," he groans, and his pace goes frantic. Then our hands are moving together in a messy, desperate rhythm.

"Your fingers feel so fucking good, Daddy, please don't stop." My voice cracks. "I'm so close, I'm gonna—"

"I know." His own voice breaks too; that control of his slipping right into my hands like putty. "You're soaking me, sweetheart. Clenching around us so tight. Give it to me, Xo. Let me see how good it feels."

We keep our eyes locked as it hits and I let him see everything. How my eyes roll back on their own, the way my mouth falls open on a sound that doesn't have a name; just a broken, wet gasped cry that shatters into pieces. My thighs clamp down on our wrists and my body melts; my orgasm peaks in a white hot rush that starts at the bottom of my spine and floods everywhere else, and I can feel myself clenching in rhythmic pulses around our fingers, can feel the warm gush of wetness as it breaks, my whole body writhing and twitching through it like something's been unplugged.

Two just watches; eyes glued. His expression is raw hunger and awe and something that looks terrifyingly like love. "Breathe, mama. You’re okay," he whispers, voice thick with awe as he peppers kisses to my face. "Fucking perfect for me. I love you so much, baby. You did so well for me."

I'm still twitching when he carefully slides our fingers out. The sound is loud; I’m literally pooling cum underneath me. He brings his hand to his mouth, licks my juices off his skin, and doesn't look away. I could cum again just from watching him do that.

I feel fucking spent. Boneless. Jelly bodied and limp in the best way.

"Now get on your stomach for me, baby" he says.