#bladeupnred

The glow of your TV screen illuminated Noah’s face in a way you’d never noticed before. Not that you didn’t think he was beautiful, but right now you were captivated by him like you never had been before. It was like something was in the air tonight, other than weed smoke dancing with the sandalwood candle on your coffee table, and you couldn’t snap out of it no matter where you tried to change your focus to. 

Noah threw his head back laughing at some joke made in the show and you felt the room go completely still. He was smiling ear to ear flashing those beautiful teeth that he’s quick to hide as soon as you “joke” that he has a pretty smile — although now you’re realizing you may not have been joking much. His laugh, God what a beautiful sound. There was something about that genuine, freeing laugh that always gave you a sense of comfort, like you knew he could really be himself and let go around you, something he didn’t grant many people access to.

Part of you was trying to convince yourself that it was just the joint you had shared earlier, weed always made your senses a little more heightened anyway, but another part of you also knew that your state was allowing you to finally give thought to what you’d been feeling for much longer than you’d like to admit. 

You were grateful the show was keeping his attention enough to keep him from seeing your eyes glued to him. You knew you’d eventually have to come back to your reality but for now you wanted to take in this moment for as long as you could.

“Okay I seriously cannot sit through another episode. This shit is frying my brain.” You watched him lean forward to grab the remote and heard him but still didn’t move. Not even once he noticed your lack of contribution to the conversation.

“Hey..”

You only fully heard him and came back into focus when you felt his hand, incredibly warm and soft against your cheek.

“Hey, you okay?” Your eyes finally came into focus and met his.

“Yeah, sorry, just got a little stoned and quiet I guess.”

“Looked like you saw a ghost in me. Anything I should know? DO you see dead people???” He joked, sensing something was bothering you and trying to lighten the mood. He had always had a knack for being able to pull you out of your head.

Trying desperately to think of a smart ass response to his teasing questions… nothing.

When his jokes were met with silence, he knew to switch gears. His hand still warm on your cheek, you felt his fingers slide to your temple.

“Tell me what’s going on up here,” his smile faltered and any courage you had worked up to tell him in the last ten seconds suddenly vanished again. 

“It’s not like you to be so quiet, especially after smoking all of my weed.”

“Hey! You told me we were even because I made dinner. I even used my expensive pasta sauce!” As much as you thought you were unable to break your temporary vow of silence you couldn’t let him slander your character like that without scolding him.

“Ahhh, she speaks!” Noah’s smile returned, his lips curling up at both ends, and suddenly, your determination to be honest with him returned too.

“But really, anything you want to talk about?”

You nodded up at him, when did he get this close to you? I mean sure, yes, he had been close enough to reach out and touch you, but it was like you blinked and he was practically on top of you. An overwhelming but comforting presence that you knew you never wanted to go without.

“Sort of,” you finally spoke up. “Can I kiss you?”

Now he was the one at a loss for words. He opened his mouth as if to speak but he stopped, taking you in, like he needed to make sure that he had really heard what you just said, and this wasn’t another one of his surreal daydreams.

Your mind started to race, what if he was pausing because he was trying to think of a polite way to turn you down? Why would he suddenly want to explore physical intimacy after years and years of being nothing more than a pair of friends?

“No.” Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, there’s no way this was really happening, right?

“You can’t kiss me,” his voice was low, something in his tone darker than you recognized, “because I’m going to kiss you.”

You hadn’t even felt his hand slip to the back of your neck until he was gently pulling you further into him, your noses grazing each other. 

The tension thicker than the smoke in the air, but begging to be cut.

Noah’s eyes had gone shades darker than his chocolate eyes already were, and the sight of his pure desire for you was becoming too much to take in.

As if he could sense what you were silently pleading for, he closed the small gap between you and pressed his lips to yours.

His kiss was tender and warm, saying everything that he had tried and failed to say over the years. You couldn’t fight your sigh at the feeling of him breaking away from the kiss to take you in completely again. 

Looking at him now, it was like a veil was lifted. He had always been easy to look at, but suddenly you couldn’t bear the thought of having to peel your eyes away from him to focus your attention on anything else. Noah was an objectively attractive man in the eyes of anyone he crossed paths with, but it was like you were seeing him in an entirely new light now.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” he confessed, and you could hear the relief of getting that off of his chest in his voice. 

He had thought about kissing you before? If you weren’t already melted into a puddle from his tousled hair, his soft lips and the warm hand lightly gripping the back of your neck, you certainly were now.

“Do it again, then.” This time it was your voice with darkness in your tone, and he wasn’t going to deny you when you commanded him with pure want, need.

In an instant, his lips were back on yours, more daring than the last time. Your lips began to dance together, and the second that you parted yours, his tongue slipped past. Exploring your mouth, your tongue met his, dancing together, wanting to know every part of one another. You could have sworn he let a quiet moan slip from his lips, and that only fueled your need that much further. 

You felt for his free hand, guiding it to your hips, wanting to give him your silent confession that if he wanted you, he could have any part of you. You were feeling overwhelmed by the deafening clarity that you had been harboring feelings for him too without even really realizing it until tonight. 

Even when it came to your platonic relationships, you had never been great at expressing your feelings or thoughts. That was one of the reasons you and Noah became such fast friends. He could always sense what you were thinking or feeling and knew exactly how to help you express or cope with it. 

Taking your hint, he pulled your body closer to him. Not wanting any room for space between the two of you, not anymore, you deepened the kiss and swung your leg over his, straddling him.

At first, you hovered above him, nervous now that somehow he wouldn’t be comfortable with that and in an instant, you felt both of his hands at your hips, firm but gently guiding you to sit on his lap. Fighting back a moan, you felt him already hard underneath you. If you were already this flustered from a stoned makeout session on your couch, you couldn’t even imagine how much the feeling of his hands, or his cock would feel on you.

You grinded down onto him, not even giving your carnal instinct any second thought. You felt another low moan vibrate against your throat again, encouraging you to do it again, so you did, eliciting a whimper from him. A fucking whimper.

Then you felt him break away from you, hanging his head low for a moment, causing you to panic. Had you misread what he wanted?

“I’m sorry Noah, I just thought that-“

“Hey,” he cut you off, finally looking up at you after what felt like an eternity.

“Believe me, that felt really good,” his voice had somehow gone even lower, his eyes completely black staring into yours, and his visibly flushed skin peeked through the cracks of his tattooed skin.

“Like really fucking good, better than I imagined.”

The thought of him thinking about and imaging what just happened made your skin hotter.

“Then why did you stop?” You tried to hide the selfish disappointment in your voice and express your genuine curiosity.

“Because like I said, I’ve thought about this, a lot, and this isn’t how I wanted it to happen when it hopefully finally did.” He paused for a second, pursing his lips. “That’s not what I mean though, expecting that it would eventually happen I mean. I just, I’ve thought a lot about what I would do or say if I ever found out that you were also interested in me and almost cumming in my pants five minutes into making out is not it.” He half-chuckled looking down again. Was he serious?  

“What are you saying Noah?” 

“I’m saying that I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day that I met you. At first, I thought it was just a little crush or an infatuation with someone new, but every second that I spent with you, I started falling deeper and deeper, and then I realized that I’m in love with you.”

You had so many thoughts running through your mind, but only one word came out.

“When?” You weren’t even sure what you were asking, but of course, he did.

“Last year, when the band was overseas during the Europe leg, and I got sick and had to bow out of the last three shows. I was devastated, ashamed, and on top of that I couldn’t even leave until I got somewhat back on my feet.” Your heart sank again, you remembered how heartbroken he sounded, even underneath the sickness in his voice when he called you to tell you they had to cancel the last week of shows while he healed, how disappointed he was in himself.

“And I came to see you.” You dropped everything, used all your remaining paid time off for a “family emergency” you’d told your boss, and got on the earliest flight to Amsterdam you could catch. You could never forget the look on his face when he opened the front door of the Airbnb. It all made so much sense now, how did you not see it?

“And you came to see me,” he nodded, smiling to himself like he was back in the memory, “you dropped your entire life for a week all because I needed you, and I didn’t even ask you. I knew that I liked you for long before that, but then I knew that I loved you and that there was no way I could ever go without you.”

His grip on your hips had softened and you leaned into him, hugging him close with your head buried into his chest.

“I don’t know how it took me this long to see it, but I know that I’ve loved you for longer than I realized.” You confessed. “Well, what happens now?”

“Like I said, I’ve thought about this a lot. Do you trust me?” He guided your chin, causing you to look up at him.

Nodding in response, you knew you trusted him, more than you had ever trusted anyone in your life before.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in comfortable silence, limbs lingering together on your couch rewatching a movie you’d seen together a dozen times before. 

Over the years you’d spent plenty of nights just like that, and somehow you wondered if things were supposed to feel different. The truth was, nothing had changed. It was as if your souls knew long before what you declared to one another only hours ago. 

-

The next morning, you awoke to find yourself in bed, alone. Rolling toward the other side of bed, sheets drawn back and your other pillow out of place, a clear indication that Noah had stayed over, at least for a little while. You didn’t even remember making it to bed last night, likely falling asleep on the couch. Your heart swelled at the thought of him taking care of you, he always had.

Noticing a note on your nightstand you reached for it, assuming it was from the caring man who’d left you all alone in bed.

left to get breakfast from your favorite. i’ll be back soon

didn’t wanna wake you, looked too pretty and peaceful

hope you forgive me

n

Smiling to yourself you began to feel that creeping familiar feeling swell in your chest, like your heart was blushing. How had you gone so quickly from being seemingly unaffected by his thoughtfulness to being overwhelmed by affection? 

Since the two of you met Noah had paid attention to you like no one really had before in friendships. He quickly picked up on your routines, your favorites, sharing many of those same interests, he started to find ways to share those things together.

You remembered running into him at your favorite bookstore, the one near your house that was definitely a long drive over for him to just be stumbling into. It was only a month or two after meeting him for the first time, but you couldn’t forget that strange, delighted feeling in seeing him there, almost like you had been worried you wouldn’t see much of him around. The two of you made small talk about your days, what books you were in search of, and eventually you both left an hour or so later. Noah insisted on buying your book, claiming it was his treat because he was “glad to see you again” or something like that. 

The truth was, he was relieved to see you that day too. He’d been crushing on you since the day you’d met, like he had now revealed to you, and after running into you with mutual friends a handful of times, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time he came to meet up with said mutual friends and you weren’t around for whatever reason, his mood instantly soured and deflated, quickly making some excuse to rush home, and that scared him. The last time you had seen him—two weekends before at your friends’ usual rooftop bar spot, you were raving about your neighborhood bookstore after he’d complained his never had his next read seemingly in stock.

He figured that that was as good a chance as any to run into you after you bailing on any recent social gatherings after that night, and he was over the moon when he saw that familiar silhouette perusing the aisles.

Pulled out of the memory, you heard the front door close and quickly got up in a fast attempt to change, brush your teeth, hair, anything. Before you could even make a move there was a faint knock at your bedroom door, silently followed by long brown locks peeking through the doorframe.

“Morning,” he smiled, his face now in full view to you.

“Hi,” you attempted to smile back.

“Got breakfast,” he lifted up the bag of food and drink carrier in his hands.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. “I know, got your note,” motioning your head to the nightstand.

“Right,” he pursed his lips, like he couldn’t believe he’d had to explain himself. “Well I’m gonna go set up outside, see you in a second?”

“Yeah. Just gonna change. I’ll be out in a second.” You flashed another shy smile and he mirrored you, closing the door to give you your privacy. 

You made it down the hall and out towards your back patio a few minutes later feeling and looking mildly refreshed to find your breakfast sandwiches out of their wrapping and plated at your small table. Seated across from you, Noah was hunched over rolling a joint. Typical. He only looked up to you once he heard you clear your throat, entranced in his current task.

“Figured we could start the morning off slow today.” He finished it off, grabbing a lighter and handing you the joint.

“Fine by me,” you placed the joint in your mouth.

Noah brought the lighter up to your mouth, flickering it on. You inhaled, taking a moment to really look at him for the first time today. His hair was pushed forward, almost entirely covering his face. His eyes were fixated on your lips where his hand had just previously been so close to, his hand now resting under his chin lighter still tucked in his grip. 

“So,” his eyes looked up to meet yours, waiting for you to continue, “what else do you have figured out for today then?” You handed him the joint now eager enough to dive into your food.

Noah took it, sitting up straighter, leaning back against his—your—chair. 

“What? So you just think I planned the whole day out?”

You only stare back in response. If there was only one thing that you knew about him, it’s how meticulous he was. You didn’t believe for a second that breakfast was where he intended to end his time with you today.

“Okay, you got me.” He took the joint between his lips, and you were instantly brought back to twelve hours ago, those same soft, smoke-kissed lips, wrapped around you instead. He exhaled, “I was hoping that we could spend the day together, if that’s alright? I just, don’t know, I wanna take care of you, like I said.” 

You were sure you were fully red now, grateful your mouth was full because you honestly had no response other than the small nod you gave him.

“Alright then, it’s settled. You take your time finishing breakfast and getting ready, I’ll be back to get you in two hours.” He began to get up, now towering over you.

Looking up at him on instinct, you gulped your food down, now finally having some questions.

“What- what are we doing? Where are you going? You just got back.”

“Like I said, I planned a day for us, But I need a shower, and you do too,” he joked.

“Hey!” 

“Kiddinggg,” he leaned down closer to eye level with you now, “but seriously, I’ll be back at noon.” And just when you didn’t think you could be any more flustered, he placed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Then he walked back inside and through the front door without looking back, like it was normal. Like all of this was normal.

He was back at your front door before you knew it, and you were ashamed to admit that you eagerly starting scrambling to get ready from the moment he had left earlier, leaving you with entirely too much time sitting, ready for him to get back to you.

He had knocked, which at this point felt way too formal, but you met him at the door regardless and went on your way. He even opened the passenger door to his car for you, like a true gentleman. 

You couldn’t help but steal glances at him for part  a majority of the drive. There was something different about him today. He had always carried himself with an air of confidence, but today he was radiating, with a new sense of calm and ease in his demeanor. Really taking the time to notice this, you realized that this was something you always admired about him. He never seemed on edge in any room, always charismatic with everyone yet still aloof and unbothered to be there, something you envied to be honest. And, God, it was attractive.

Before you could register that the car was even parked, Noah was at your door again, this time leaning in and reaching over you.

“Gonna make me go in and order all by myself?” You heard the sound of your seatbelt click open, and finally realized what was happening when you felt his hand graze your collarbone as he carefully placed the seatbelt to its resting place. 

“Sorry.” He was helping you out in an instant, not hiding the chuckle your response seemed to pull from him.

“I will, you know, go order for us.” 

You lightly shoved his shoulder, moving past him. “I know.”

After him showing your around his favorite cafe that he swore no one knows about—which you didn’t to be fair—and grabbing a drink, he started to guide you on an afternoon of following him around to his favorite shops and places you’d never been to but thought you might like. The crystal shop that he had found during a google search this morning had easily become “your new favorite place on Earth” . He internally beamed, knowing you would love it and made mental notes to eventually return for some of the many items you lingered in front of for too long, claiming you didn’t need them.

Walking back to his car after some hours of wandering, you felt his hand slip into yours. You couldn’t help but look down, his slender inked fingers enveloping yours, swallowing them almost entirely. 

You two really did look good together, you thought. Just like your friends had been telling both you often lately.

-

The ride back home was a comfortable silence, save for the low music through the car’s speakers. Noah’s hand was still entwined in yours, resting on the center console. You hoped he couldn’t feel how warm you had gotten, almost embarrassed that such little physical contact had you itching to be close to him again. But if you knew Noah, and you really did, he was probably just as eager to get his hands on you as you were him. 

Testing your theory, you moved your joined hands from the console down onto your thigh. Looking up at him to see his reaction, he kept his eyes steady on the road ahead of him, hand still against yours, the top of his hand visible to you. You were practically buzzing against him, you loved this view of him. His side profile like a sculpture, his hair falling perfectly back into his face no matter how often he tossed it back. Your eyes trailed down to his neck, his arm, adorned in those beautiful bold tattoos.

Like he knew you were looking for a show, he flexed his hand above you, his fingers now outstretched across your thigh, the tips of his fingers creeping to your inner thigh.

You glanced down as if you needed to make sure it was actually there, and you almost fought back a moan at the sight of his hand, stretched, covering the width of you entirely. Needing to look anywhere else, quickly, you looked back up to him.

Noah’s eyes were still on the road, but now there was that same toothy grin from yesterday plastered across his face. Pure want, and pride knowing that you wanted him just as badly.

-

“Alright love, you’re home.” You felt a squeeze on your thigh, only melting you further and barely registered his words.

“What?”

“Home. You’re here.” He repeated with the same teasing tone in his voice.

You half-rolled your eyes, sitting up straight turning in to face him. The shift in your movement only made his hand sink further in between your legs. Fuck. 

“I know that, but what now?” You asked, silently begging for him to tell you he was coming inside, not wanting whatever stage of your “date” this was to be over yet.

He shrugged his shoulders, giving you a smug smile, like he knew where you were trying to lead him to. “I don’t know, this was kind of where my plan halted. ‘Take her back home, maybe kiss her on the porch, end of date’.” 

You felt his thumb trace circles on your leg. “Well, did you wanna come in?” You finally blurted over, feeling a twinge of shame in the fact that he wasn’t going to ask himself, and being afraid suddenly that he wouldn’t want to.

He smirked even wider at you, strengthening his eye contact. 

“I didn’t want to be too eager and assume,” he teased, “but if it’s what you want. Me to come in?” 

“Please,” your voice was quiet, but not of your own volition. It was like your words had nearly failed you, the weight of what was to come suddenly hitting you. All of the silent moments and stolen touches culminating to this moment, and already felt so full you could combust.

That was all it took for Noah. Your pleading, you deciding to take the next step. He squeezed your thigh once more, “After you, then.” You heard him shut the car off, and you were out.

The short walk to your door felt like an eternity, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. The moment that you got your door unlocked and both of you were through the threshold, he spun you around to face him, to take you in fully, finally.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, quiet but voice filled with need.

You smirked up at him, “We don’t need to ask anymore now, do we?” 

“Just wanna make sure you still mean it.” His hands felt heavy, both resting on your shoulders, eager to explore any inch of you you’d allow.

You grabbed his face in your hands, wanting to give him the full confidence to act on what you had both been longing to explore. 

“Noah, I want you to. Kiss me whenever you want, I mean it.” And that was all that it took. His lips were on yours in an instant. A calm wave over you the instant you felt that warm, familiar feeling of him against you again. 

Your hands were on his face, in his hair, and his hands all over you as if he might not get the chance to touch you again. You knew that would never be the case. You both stumbled over each other, relying on muscle memory alone to guide you to your bedroom. He only broke the kiss once your legs hit the foot of your bed, urging you to lay down. You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring up at him in pure awe.

He towered over you, in one swift motion taking his shirt off. His eyes had gone impossibly dark again, and the sight of him caused you to involuntarily rub your legs together, needing to relieve any tension. 

“What are you thinking pretty girl?” You didn’t even realize you were staring at his stomach until you shot up, following his voice.

“Uh- what?” You weren’t thinking about a single fucking thing other than him on top of you—now.

“You’re biting your lip and staring at my stomach, what are you thinking?” He teased.

His directness almost would have embarrassed you, but mostly it just turned you on. You had always liked how assertive he was, how he was never docile or afraid of speaking up about what he was thinking, something he would have to help you learn you noted.

Gaining the confidence to address him in the same tone, you express, 

“I was thinking that you could hurry up and take my clothes off.” 

You saw the challenge flicker in his eyes, like he was waiting for you to match his speed finally. He was on top of you in an instant, now only adorned in his boxers. He kissed you with a different level of hunger now, as if he had been holding back every time before. His hands explored your body with more confidence than they had last night, now analyzing more of you.

You broke away only long enough for him to pull your sweater above your head, falling to the floor. His hands quickly worked at your bra, freeing your breasts.

He clearly wasn’t going to pause to ask for permission anymore, thank god.

His kiss broke again, lips working down your body now in gentle passes. Every touch was lingering but not cautionary, it was like he was savoring and learning every new part of you he previously hadn’t had access to. You bit your lip, fighting back a moan at the feeling of his hovering above you, looking at you like he couldn’t wait to devour you.

In an instant, his mouth was on you again, swirling his tongue around your nipple as your quiet moans urged him to keep going.

You had barely even registered him sliding your pants down, too caught up in the euphoric feeling he was already giving you. But when you felt his hand, hot against the base of your stomach, all you could think about was him sliding his hand further down.

His mouth trailed down, peppering kisses along your sternum, your stomach, and then at the top of your center. You could feel the wet patch forming in your panties, starting to squirm in anticipation.

“Noah.” 

He was lost in the sight of your body, like he was calculating his next move, but he shot up at the call of his name.

“Hm?”

“Can you, touch me, please?” You half-whined.

He only smirked in response, then you felt him pull your panties down in the next moment. His hands went back to your thighs, opening you up for him.

With a quick trail to your center, his fingers hovered over your core, so close to where you needed him. 

“Where do you need me baby?” He asked, clearly knowing the answer to his own question.

“Right, here?” Without any warning he slipped a finger inside you, your arousal coating him entirely. You uttered a moan you’d been holding back for too long now at the feeling of some relief finally.

It became clear he wanted a verbal response from you when he stilled his movement, “I couldn’t tell, is that where you needed me?”

Nodding down at him feverishly, “Mhm. Please. Move please.”

“I have a better idea.” You sigh as he pulled his finger out but your void was quickly replaced with another whimper, feeling his mouth hot against your core now. His tongue was all over you, a long stripe licked up your slit, then circling on your clit, eyes black now staring back up at you again. You knew you weren’t going to last long. He made quick work exploring you with his tongue, trying out different movements, quickly catching on to what pulled the loudest whimpers from you.

He only pulled back for a brief moment, but you couldn’t say you were upset, holding a fistful of his hair and your slick arousal coating his chin. 

“You are so fucking beautiful,” and then he was back on you.

The praise only urged you on, losing yourself to how good he was making you feel. He devoured you like he was starved, and you were so fucking turned on by how much he was enjoying this.

“I’ve wanted,” he started again, “to do this for so fucking long.” And that was it. Knowing he had thought about this with you sent your build-up over the edge.

“Noah, I’m gonna-”

“All over me, please baby.” He brought his finger back over to apply the faintest bit of pressure to your clit, and you let go. He kept eating like it was his last meal, helping you ride out the intensity of your orgasm, making the faintest noises underneath you.

When you finally came down, he removed himself from you, hovering back above you to face you. “You taste like heaven. I knew you would.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then ghosted your lips.

Itching to return the favor, you slid your hand between you, palming at his boxers. You couldn’t see yet, but you could feel the achingly hard length of him pulsing against the thin fabric. 

“Take em off?” He begged, and you tugged his waistband down as far as your reach allowed. 

Reaching out, you grabbed his cock, eager to work him up and down, his panting above you only encouraging you further. “Mmm, feels s good,” his words were breathless against your ear. Then his hand wrapped around yours, guiding to your entrance. 

With one exchanged, knowing look, you felt him inch inside you, stretching you until he sunk fully into you. You both stilled for a moment, wanting to remember this feeling for the first time. You had never felt so in sync with someone, like everything was just right. Starting to move again and set a slow, deep pace, he placed soft kisses to your neck, your jaw, your face. Just when you were started to get overwhelmed between soft touches and his deep thrusts, he placed his finger back to your clit.

Unhh. 

“Feels like you were made for me, so fucking good.” His thrusts began to quicken, and between his cock, his hands, his words, you were creeping up to the edge of your orgasm again.

“Starting to think I was.”

He groaned into your ear, “Can’t say shit like that, gonna make me cum already.” 

“Please, m close again.” Your declaration only caused him to quicken his pace further, applying harder pressure moving in circles on your swollen clit. That warm, white-hot feeling started to course through you, your entire body buzzing in pleasure. 

“That’s it, there’s my girl.” His praise only coaxed more out of you. Involuntarily squeezing around him in response, he grabbed your chin with the hand that was just placed between you.

“You feel too fucking good, gonna make me cum.”

“Please,” and then you saw the shift in his eyes. Still moving but slowing his pace, pumping you full of his cum, he whispered in gods and fucks against your ear. He was still losing himself in you for minutes after, but you didn’t mind. You relished in the idea of him, so sex drunk and it was only the first time you’d done this—how could it be better than that? 

Eventually he pried himself from you, now feeling empty in so many places.

Sitting beside you, he brushed the hair from your eyes, smiling down at you with all the admiration in the world.

“You are perfect.”

“I think you said that earlier,” you teased.

“And I’ll keep saying it. Now come on,” he tapped your thigh, “up.” 

“Wha- I’m not going anywhere right now.” You motioned to your legs, saying I can’t move idiot.

He pouted “You, me, bath, blunt. Come on.” 

You woke up to the incessant vibrating of your phone, earlier than you had planned to wake up you might add. You reached for your phone with eyes closed, hoping it was an annoying checkpoint in your dream.

“Who the f—,” you finally saw the caller’s name on your phone, your early bird, irritating, best friend, Noah.

“This better be life or death asshole,” you groaned, mumbling still refusing to accept conciousness.

“Awww no, did I wake you sleeping beauty?” you could basically hear the smirk from the other end, dick.

It’s not like he didn’t know, his bedroom is across the hall from yours.

“You know you did, what do you need?” At this point you’re sitting up against the headboard, knowing him he’ll be dragging you out of the house soon.

“It’s hot as fuck today so we’re having a pool day, I’m making sandwiches for us now so get up.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little, the sentiment would have been kind of sweet and thoughtful if he’d let you sleep in.

“Fine, only because there’s food involved. I’ll be down in 20,” you finally stumbled out of bed and headed into your bathroom attached to your room. “Oh, and make me a coffee, bye!” you hung up before he could throw one of those smart ass come backs your way that he’s so good at.

Almost immediately, there was a knock on your bedroom door. You walked over, opening the door to arguably one of the most glorious sights you’ve ever seen.

Noah was on the other side, an iced coffee in hand as if he read your mind—something that he’d gotten eerily good at over the years. But then your focus spanned out to take him all in, shirtless with his usual black swim trunks on. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little worked up at seeing his toned, inked chest, and those arms. There was no denying that you two found each other attractive, and I mean who could you be more comfortable exploring your attraction with than your best friend? To say you two were comfortable around each other would be a serious understatement.

“Hellooo, earth to y/n?” he dipped his hand reaching out with your coffee trying to get your attention. You made eye contact and he was smirking at you like the smug little bastard he was.

“Yeah- just wasn’t expecting you to have my coffee that fast.” What a shitty lie. You grabbed the coffee from him and took a sip, feeling completely flustered all of a sudden.

“Mhmm,” he crossed his now free arms, now getting his chance to take you all in. This was his favorite look on you, although you in any form was enough to make him fall to the ground and worship you. You still had that slightly sleepy, airy look about you, only dressed in an oversized tee—his if you had to guess, and a cheeky pair of undies. He felt his dick twitch at the sight, knowing he wanted to toss out his plans to leave this room any time soon now.

“Okay well I should probably get ready if I’m gonna be down in 20, and you should get back to those sandwiches,” you turn around wanting to just get away from him before you lose any self control this morning. He grabs your wrist keeping you in arms reach and tugs you back in to face him again. Okay, too late.

“Sandwiches are done but that’s very thoughtful of you,” he moves his free hand up into your messy hair petting you softly. “I think I need a taste of something else first though, don’t you?” He smiled down at you, now close enough that your noses were almost brushing against each other.

You looked up at him and nodded, feeling yourself get wetter by the second. Here goes that damned self control.

In the next second he had his mouth on yours, moving you back towards your bed. It was needy and hot, but sensual and attentive. He laid you down, running his hands along your sides, not breaking the kiss. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his middle and felt his cock pressed in between your legs, the thin fabrics of his trunks and your panties the only barriers between you.

You were sure that he could feel the pool between you and you needed him to do something about it soon. Reading your mind again, he tugged on the hem of your shirt.

"Looks good on you, but I need you to take this off," he let go prompting you to take over. You don't know why, but it made you blush. As you started to rip your shirt off, you felt his hands pull down your panties in one motion. You threw the shirt to the floor, turning back to see him kneeling below you. He had his hands holding your inner thighs open and he was examining you fully, and for a second you couldn't tell if you should be embarrassed or flattered.

"Jesus Christ, I always forget how wet you get for me," he smirked up at you. What a tease.

You felt a little embarrassed, but he knew that the embarrassment would turn you on all the more, which is the only reason he'd ever make fun of you, he would never hurt his best friend.

"It's okay pretty, you get me hard as a brick any time I see you, which is only all the time." You were already fighting demons here and now his breath was on your core, so close he could almost taste you.

Then he finally did. Noah ran his tongue up and down your slit, instantly pulling a breathy moan from you. He lived for those noises you made, from your quiet, sleepy moans to those screams you're both sure your neighbors can hear some most nights. He began a cruel, slow rhythm licking you from top to bottom, drawing a beautiful string of breaths and moans from you. You were so close to coming undone for him already.

"Not fair, Noahhh," you grabbed a handful of his hair hoping he'd take it easy on you. For just a moment, he lifted his head up looking back up into your eyes.

"Just want a taste and then I'll give you what you want," he turned his head to pepper kisses on your left inner thigh, "Just give me one real quick." He then divided his attention to your right thigh, and you threw your head back feeling overwhelmed with how good he was making you feel. In the next moment, he had his mouth back on your center, this time dipping his tongue further inside you to explore.

You knew you weren't gonna last much longer, and like he knew what you were thinking, he leaned further into you, positioning his nose perfectly on your clit applying pressure. That motherfucker.

"Fuck. you.," you gripped his hair harder, that familiar feeling bubbling up inside you.

You swear that you could hear him chuckle against you, you even think you feel it vibrate through your body.

"Noah, please. I'm gonna," you barely managed to blurt out.

"Come on pretty girl, you're so close," he knew just what to say to coax you to climax. Pretty girl.

There it was. You finally felt your first climax ripple through you, legs shaking in overstimulation.

Noah wasn't letting up yet, licking and devouring your mess, the mess he made. You grabbed his hair for the millionth time, finally getting him to break free from you.

He was so fucking sexy like this. Panting, your juices all over his mouth and chin, and then there was his cock, still clothed and impossibly hard.

You reached for his waistband and tugged them down, tired of the teasing.

"Someone knows what they want," he teased removing the swim shorts the rest of the way and tossing them to the growing pile of discarded clothes nearby.

"Well you said I could have what I wanted," you shrugged at him settling back into the bed ready for him.

Okay, he lied earlier. This was his favorite look on you. Beneath him, naked, all blissed out and giddy--over him.

He moved closer to you, grabbing your hips and guiding you to wrap your legs around him once more. As you complied you felt him position his tip against your entrance.

Feeling eager you started wiggling your hips, which you knew he'd tease you for, but at this point you were begging for any contact again.

"So impatient," he started to slide another inch in, then stopped again. "I told you I'd give you what you wanted."

He quickly slammed further into you until he was buried completely inside. He began a quick and intense rhythm, sliding almost entirely out of you before immediately slamming back into you.

You felt ashamed but this was your favorite way to be with him. Quick, needy, like you couldn't possibly be any closer to one another, falling apart on command for each other.

"No- Noah. I can't. I'm gonna cum again," you managed to get out in between catching your breath.

"Wait for me, I'm almost there," he leaned down and closed any gap left between you. He kissed you, knowing this would be his unravelling. He swears he could cum simply from making out with you, no other contact needed, and he would even try to steal kisses on the daily where he could.

You felt him speed up even further, knowing that he would come undone at any moment now.

You break away to move your lips to his jaw, then start to work on his neck.

"Fuck, gonna cum," he was the one struggling to string words together in between breaths now.

You finally let go, feeling that white hot heat rip through you again, more intensely than last time.

Between your orgasm and the neck kisses, he was ready to fall apart.

He pulled out and feverishly started pumping himself before he finally exploded all on your stomach, painting you white. He hovered over you for another moment, catching his breath.

"One second," he said, getting up from the bed. He came back a second later with a hand towel, dipping back into the bed.

He began to clean you up, making sure he got both your messes cleaned up off of you. You were completely blissed out, looking up at him empty-headed.

When he was finally done, he leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'm gonna go get our sandwiches, meet me by the pool?"

Oh yeah, you had original plans to spend the day outside before you got...sidetracked.

You nodded up at him, partially annoyed at how easily he could pull himself together while you hadn't even moved yet. He walked towards your bedroom door, pausing to turn back one last time.

"Oh uh, don't bother putting a bathing suit on, I have a feeling I'll just be ripping it off soon anyway." He shrugged and walked out of your room, leaving his swim trunks by your bed.

author's note: hiiii, i haven't had a chance to make the form but i will be making taglists for my works, so until then if you'd like to be on the bestfriend!noah oneshots taglist, let me know :)

5 A.M.

You had spent the last few minutes trying to get comfortable again and fall back asleep, but the need to pee was getting to be too much to ignore.

Ugh. Slowly, you found the strength to sleepily sit up, when you felt a snaking arm around your waist.

“Where you goinggg?” Noah’s sleepy voice sounded out, barely audible between how quietly he was speaking and the gravelly tiredness in his voice.

“Gotta pee. Go back to sleep.” You kissed his forehead before leaving the room.

When you returned, you saw Noah curled up, now with your pillow since you’d abandoned him, his face forced into an adorable pout since he’d squished himself into your pillow.

You did your best to fit back into your spot without disturbing him, but as soon as he felt the bed dip he opened up on instinct to let you settle into him.

He was so pretty like this, his hair fallen over his eyes, so peaceful.

You settled back against his chest, trying to seek out the same comfort that he was clearly already succumbed to when you felt him.

You tried to ignore it, but he was so hard against you, and suddenly you were overwhelmed by the need to touch him in any capacity.

“Having trouble settling back down?” You heard him grumble against your ear.

Such an innocent question, but with that low, broken voice in your ear it only made you hotter.

“Just trying to get comfortable.” You started to feel a little embarrassed, like he was teasing you. It was making you feel slightly self-conscious for some reason.

“Mhm.” You felt his hand on you now, tracing a line from your hip to your shoulder blade and back down.

“I can help you, you know? But you have to tell me,” he was in your ear again, but this time he sounded different. Like he was definitely teasing you now.

You felt his hand hot on you and you just couldn’t help but wiggle your hips, just a little.

“Please?” You whined.

“Please, what? I don’t know how to help you if you don’t tell me baby.”

“Can you touch me, please?” You felt pathetic begging like this but you needed him so badly and you knew he would make you feel so good.

“Mhm.”

You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“That’s good, just need you to be more specific.” He began to trail his hand from your hip, grazing over your stomach now. His fingers barely kissing your skin still sending you into a spiral. He knew exactly how to make you respond to him.

“Want your fingers. Inside.”

“Now that wasn’t so difficult to ask was it?”

It almost felt like he was hell bent on teasing you forever when you felt his hand cup you through your panties, pressing his palm onto your clit and giving you the smallest sense of pressure.

But he had had his fun, the only thing he loved more than teasing you was making you fall apart for him.

His fingers dipped beneath your panties and instantly you felt his thumb on your clit and his index finger ran a stripe up and down your slit.

You were already unraveling and he wasn’t even close to giving you what you wanted, and by the feeling of him still rock hard against your back you knew you’d both be coming undone soon.

“Noah, Please.” Whining like this would have almost made you feel ashamed which he knew you loved anyway but you didn’t care anymore and you knew begging was only turning him on more.

“So impatient, I just wanna play.” You could still hear that teasing tone but as he grinded himself against you you knew he didn’t mean it.

You didn’t even realize you’d let out another whine when he slipped two fingers inside without any warning.

He quickly picked up a consistent pace pumping his fingers in and out and keeping just enough pressure on your clit to make you squirm.

You reached back attempting to touch him too when he stopped moving his hand altogether.

“Wh-”

“Not now,” that voice in your ear gave you a soft warning.

“Pleaseee, I need you.” You whined, still attempting to grind into him and make him rethink his decision.

“Keep grinding against me and I won’t give it to you at all.”

You stopped on a dime at his threat.

“This is about you right now,” he began to move his fingers again, now picking up a quicker pace.

You started to feel that familiar warmth in your belly and you quickly tried to get your words out.

“N- noah…”

“Shhhh, I know. You can let go,” he encouraged you placing a featherlight kiss on your sweaty temple.

Something about that gentle encouragement was enough, and you couldn’t even control the orgasm that washed over you.

Noah kept up his pace, fingering you as you came only to keep filling you back up with it.

Only when you finally went completely limp did he stop and even then he kept his fingers in you for another minute.

You quickly succumbed to the exhaustion you were experiencing and mumbled what you hoped came out as a thank you.

He chuckled at your incoherent babbling and turned your chin to kiss your forehead. “My pretty girl, anything for you.”

Just as you felt yourself drifting back into sleep he leaned back to whisper in your ear,

After dinner, you found yourself back in the living room, between Noah and Raven on the couch. A few drinks and their overall warming presences had you feeling confident and eager for the rest of the night.

The two of them were lost in a conversation about the most recent concert they’d been to, Noah telling her something about always losing you to the crowd after the 4th song of the night.

You were trying your hardest to follow along, turning your head to whoever was speaking, but you couldn’t process a single word coming out of their beautiful mouths. How is it possible you had the two most captivating people you had ever seen sitting together on your couch, and with one common shared interest—you. 

You were 80% sure Raven was now telling him about how she could help him keep an eye on you at the next one.

“I could just keep her on a leash, let her jump around and bounce but keep her in close by,” she giggled, joking, but only slightly.

Your eyes shot up in search of hers at that, her turning to lock in on you now. 

“What?” You asked, visibly red. What a humiliating time to dial back into the conversation.

Raven smiled, giggling again in some reference to you.

“There she is! Was kind of starting to worry I’d already lost your interest somehow,” she teased, poking your shoulder.

“Sorry, uh, just buzzed and zoned out,” you tried to hide your flustering, attempting a laugh back to her.

You watched her glance back at Noah, silently holding yet another conversation about you, and you could feel his eyes on the back of you.

It was like they were playing with their food, with you.

You felt Noah leaning closer into you, still somehow making you jump when you felt his hand at the back of your neck.

“Tell us what you’re thinking about.”

You wanted to tell them both—you all knew why you were here, but all of a sudden you felt small, like you couldn’t get your words out.

Knowing, Noah took his free hand and gently gripped your chin. “It’s okay, you can tell us, or you can tell me if you want.”

“Okay, um. Just thinking about you,” you looked up at him one more time before turning to Raven, “and you. I’m having a lot of fun tonight, thank you for coming.” 

The way she was looking at you, like she was doing everything she could to stop from ripping into you—and believe her, she was—gave you the final push of confidence you needed to ask for what you needed.

“And I was hoping, if it’s okay with you Noah, and you of course,” you glanced between them both, neither of them able to peel their eyes from you, “if I could kiss you.”

“Of course Angel. We’re here for you, so whatever you need, just ask. Okay?” he rubbed his hand at the back of your neck as if in reassurance, encouraging you. 

You nodded back and gently squeezed his thigh before turning back to her. She was completely focused on you and more specifically, your mouth. In one quick motion, she had one hand on the free space of your neck Noah had left open, and her lips brushed against yours. It was like she was pausing for approval, and you melted into her.

Her kiss was gentle but rich, her lips soft and warm. She made you feel warm and you knew she would be your undoing sooner rather than later. You pulled away for just a moment to take her in, to make sure it was real.

She flashed you a lustful smile, moving her hand to your cheek and pulled you back into her, only this time her pace was more feverish, like she was racing against something. She teased her tongue along your lips and you opened, quickly finding it with yours. She tasted divine and you couldn’t help but start to wonder how that pretty mouth would feel anywhere else, your neck, your chest, your stomach. You felt your arousal growing by the second at the thought, you needed more from her and as if she could sense your tension, she pulled away.

“Come here,” she patted her lap with the hand once caressing your cheek and gently nudged you to straddle her lap.

Changing into a mini dress at the last minute, panicking hoping she would think you looked pretty, had suddenly proven to be the right choice.

Before even fully settling above her your lips were back on her. You were so entranced by her lips—and that tongue—that you barely register her hands all over your body. Her slender hands found hold on your waist, then slowly glided down your sides resting for a moment on your hips, like she wanted to make sure she’d remember the feeling. Her lips quietly pulled back from yours, making you pout at her.

“Don’t do that,” she scolded you, “I just wanna kiss you here,” you felt her lips hot on your throat when she dipped her head down.

“Is that okay?” You nodded. “No, I need you to tell me.” 

“Yes,” you barely breathed it out, feeling even more turned on by her demand for your response. She knew exactly how to make you feel good even though she was just learning your body now.

You felt her lips connect with your neck finally and you couldn’t contain your moan at the feeling of her mouth on you, and her hands now gently rubbing up and down your thighs.

Starting to feel your panties soaking, you were desperate for any relief of tension, from either of them. You turned to look at Noah and you could’ve lost control just by the sight of him.

He was staring between you two, pupils blown, watching at your hilarious attempts to not buck your hips trying to grind down on her. His right hand had moved to the lap of his jeans and he was slowly palming himself devouring the sight next to him. 

You moaned again in the resulting combination of Noah’s hand and Raven’s mouth, finally catching his eye contact. There was an undeniable exchange of primal tension between the two of you now, nothing but pure need. 

Raven, seeming to notice your mental exchange, leaned up and whispered into your ear, “Go to your bedroom. I’m gonna get water and then I’ll join you.”

You nodded, hearing her but unable to look away from Noah. He stood up, towering over you before grabbing your hand to lead you to bed. 

Following his lead you paused before leaving into the hall, “It’s the second room on the right.”

Raven giggled back in response, as if she was suddenly reminded she was only about to enter your bedroom for the first time.

You felt a tug, pulling you into the hallway and quickly into your room. As soon as you were both in your room his lips on yours, his hands moving and squeezing all over your body, then tugging at the strap of your dress.

“Off.” You complied, grabbing the hem of your dress pulling it over your head. 

He took the same time to discard his shirt, now thrown on your dresser. He wasn’t quick to kiss you again like you had anticipated and instead was watching you, scanning your body as if to not forget a single curve. 

“You are so beautiful,” closing the gap between you again he grabbed your face with a hand at either side.

Even in the midst of feeling so carnal and lustful, he could still give you those butterflies that swooned you in the beginning.

“You know, the two of you look pretty together. Like, really pretty. I didn’t think it’d have this much of an effect on me,” he smirked like he meant to catch himself before admitting that out loud. 

Panicking at any chance of hurting him, you asked if he meant good or bad to clarify.

“Definitely good. I mean, feel me,” he moved one of your hands to his jeans, you feeling him rock hard underneath immediately.

“Well, do you want to… you know… with her too?” You figured if he was this worked up he must want to touch her, which you were more than happy to have. 

He chuckled in response, “No baby, seeing her make you feel good is all that I need. I promise.”

You didn’t realize you let out a huff, thinking that you had gotten too carried away in the thought of all of you together, with him pleasing her while she was pleasing him.

“Look, we can talk more later about that if it’s what you want, but tonight is all about you. Now I need you get on the bed while I take these off.,” he was already starting to unbuckle his belt. He paused for a second, like he was trying to pull your focus back to what he was telling you.

“Lay on your back, head off the edge. Got it?”

Got it. You nodded at him and headed towards the bed. 

“Good girl.” 

You settled into place on the edge of the bed into a position you’ve found you enjoyed more than you wanted to admit. The total submission, being fully exposed, while he was fucking your throat. It made you feel good, like you were made for him.

Noah had his hand on your face, petting you as if to let you know he was ready. You glanced up to him, then down to his cock, achingly hard for you. 

You first stuck your tongue out, giving his head kitten licks, eliciting small moans from him. You loved teasing and playing him, being able to make such soft, vulnerable sounds come out of such a dominant man. 

Another moment of teasing later, you took him in your mouth, one inch at a time until he was halfway in. You grabbed his thighs pushing him back a step, hoping he’d understand what you wanted him to do.

Because he always did, he began to pull himself out until just the tip was in, before pumping halfway back in. As he continued to pump himself in and out of your mouth, he added more and more each time until his cock was finally buried down your throat. You felt him low against your throat and moaned in response, rubbing your thighs together in hope of some sort of relief.

You were tired of waiting, taking one hand down your chest, your stomach, before attempting to take off your panties. 

You felt a large hand smack yours, causing you to gasp around him.

“Be patient, I’m sure she’ll be here to take care of you any second.”

You heard a glass clink beside you at the nightstand but were too frustrated with your denial to look around.

“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m here to make you feel good now,” there she was, in your ear, hand lightly tracing over your bare chest. When you opened your eyes you saw her crouched next to you, taking you in. She ran her hand across your nipple back and forth, watching you squirm against Noah’s cock and her hand as Noah continued to pump in an out of your mouth in response to your noises.

Finally you felt her velvet smooth fingers at your waistband, then dip beneath them. Her fingers were fast to find your center, and she quickly dared to run finger up and down your slit.

You jolted your hips up, further into her hand looking for any sort of relief as she suddenly moved away from you. 

“So wet for us pretty girl, I’m gonna taste you now,” she said as she was already slipping your panties down. This earned a low groan from Noah, speeding up his thrusts in your mouth.

As if you couldn’t get any wetter, you began to feel yourself gush more as she laid her tongue flat on your core, slowly licking you from bottom to top, before circling your clit.

Unable to control your whimpers and cries, Noah pulled out from you, getting closer to his own climax with every little vibration from you. He continued to stroke along his cock moving off to the side of you.

Finally able to see again from your freed position, you looked down to see her devouring you, her hands clenched around your legs keeping you locked into place on you.  Between the stimulation to your clit, and then her tongue sliding down, and then into your core, and back up and over again, you knew you had little to no time before you lost control. 

To make matters worse, Noah brought his free hand down onto your chest, grabbing one of your breasts before quickly moving to the other to get you as stimulated as possible, as quickly as possible.

He knew from your reaction to his touch that you were already on the brink of release.

“She’s close Rae, just give her one finger.” Noah directed Raven and you immediately felt her index finger slip into you, her tongue still working your clit.

“That’s it, good girls.” And that was it.

Noah calling you and the beautiful woman destroying you from the inside good girls had you seeing stars. Raven was quickly licking up or fucking your cum back into you in effort to “clean” you up, meanwhile you’d never felt this filthy in your life. 

Coming apart for her, for both of them, it was the most liberating and vulnerable you had ever felt.

After you came down Noah had also made it onto the foot of the bed, “Raven, can you sit against the headboard? Angel, can you sit up for me?”

Raven mumbled a yes and eagerly sat back watching you both as you came to.

You got up to meet him, both kneeling on the bed facing each other. 

“That was so good,” he kissed your forehead, “you’re doing so well.” 

You couldn’t help but blush against his touch at his praise, all you wanted was to be good for both of them, make them feel as good as they were making you feel.

“Turn around for me Angel,” he patted your ass urging you to turn, facing back to the goddess who was sprawled against your headboard. You finally, really, got to take a good look at her now that you were back in a semi-coherent state of bliss. She was still in her panties, a simple black thong, but had ditched her bra amidst getting settled. You went straight to her nipple, giving it a suck then a lick while palming the other. Eliciting such beautiful whimpers from her only got you wetter and you were silently begging Noah to give you what you needed any time now. As you alternated your hand and mouth between her you felt Noah move further behind you, hands on your hips.

You glance up at her to see her biting her lip, trying to keep quiet as your touch was rippling through her like fireworks.

The sight fed you an immense taste of power. The woman who left you speechless, so confident, now trying to keep it together under your touch.

You began to move down, peppering her stomach with kisses, before kissing her clothed center. She bucked her hips in response giving you the final hint to please please just touch her. You peeled her panties down enough so that you could see her and she quickly got out of them the rest of the way to finally be fully open to you. 

Taking one hand to that sweet spot on your inner thighs, you held her down to get a look at her just as she had done to you earlier. She was divine and you couldn’t wait to get a taste of her.

“You’re beautiful,” you were closer now, breathing into her center, with your ass almost entirely in the air for Noah now, waiting. Before giving her any chance to respond, you dove into her. 

You weren’t slow and deliberate like she was with you. You were ravenous, trying to consume as much of her at a time as you could. You paid attention to which erratic stroke of your tongue pulled the squirmiest movement from her, learning what made her feel good. 

You had missed this feeling, having a woman fall apart for you. You loved making Noah fall apart any chance you got, but this feeling was just different. Two women, understanding of one another on a deeper, more intimate level, there was something really powerful about making her feel like this.

Pulling you from thought, you felt him line up at your entrance and moaned into Raven as a silent plea to please finally fill you.

Noah quickly slipped into you, burying himself to the hilt before pausing to let you catch up. The feeling stung for a moment after being so empty, but between being full and the feast in front of you, any pain quickly melts into mind-numbing pleasure. 

Noah began a rhythm behind you, focusing on you while you focused on Raven, all working in tandem to bring each other to the edge. The two of them were stringing together a hot, breathy harmony of moans and whimpers, quickly bringing you to another orgasm.

“Making us feel good is all it takes for you huh?” He was smug behind you teasing, although you could hear in his voice he was losing control himself.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you felt her hand grip your hair closer to her core, “I’m close, really close.” Tilting your nose up ever so slightly, you placed the perfect amount of pressure on her clit, pulling the loudest moan she’d given you this fair—you’d have to thank Noah for teaching you that one later. As she rode out her orgasm, you lapped her up, moaning around her feeling Noah speed up behind you.

At this point you were still gripping onto her thighs for your own sanity more than for her, and now she was merely petting your hair, which was both sexy and endearing.

“You can give him one more, can’t you?” that dominant, almost mean tone back in her voice now.

“I don’t kn- I don’t—”

“Yes you can,” Noah cut in, bringing his hand down below you, bringing his finger to your clit.

“Mmm. Okay gonna, gonna cum,” you completely tensed up against him before letting go completely again.

“Fuck. I am too, fuck baby,” he thrust into you one last time, then filled you up with his release. When he was done, he slowly pulled out of you, as to not accidentally let any of his and your cum slip out of you.

“Stay just like that, I gotta clean you up.” You mutter a yes in response feeling the bed dip as he walked over to your bathroom for a towel. Raven stood up too, the bed feeling entirely to empty with only you now, but not for long.

You felt a familiar mouth on your heat again, and you quickly realized it was her. She gently started to lap up at your mixed cum, cleaning you up. If you had any energy left at all, this would’ve driven you over the edge yet again. There was something so attractive about her cleaning you, after he dirtied you up.

Noah walked back into the room, plopping the towel on the foot of the bed before resting against the headboard, “Well guess we won’t be needing that,” he laughed as you both sat up to face him.

“Who knows, the night is young” you shrugged earning a laugh from both of them.

“Come here, both of you,” he opened his arm for you and you settled into his side. You felt Raven follow behind you settling into your back, draping her hand over your middle. 

Both of them were showering you in aftercare, gently placing kisses to whatever skin was nearest to them, Noah gently grazing a hand through your hair, Raven rubbing those tense knots from your body’s reaction to their touches. You tried to fight the sleep pulling you under, there was so much that you wanted to talk about now. Between the soft touches and comfort of their warm bodies, you eventually let sleep take you, there would be plenty of time to talk about everything tomorrow.

This Saturday night looked fairly similar to the usual for you and Noah. He was in your kitchen shaking up a couple of pre-dinner cocktails, you were in the living room crouched over your record collection, sifting through in search of the perfect Saturday night soundtrack. You knew you wanted something your focus could drift in and out of amidst conversation, but still something special to you that you knew everyone was a fan of. There was one thing drastically different about this Saturday though, and as if on cue, she made her way over to you.

“So, what are you gonna play for us?” Your gaze broke away from the pile and over to see her, with your cocktail in hand, closing the gap between you.

5 Days Earlier

It had been a few days since the bar incident, since Noah devoured you, since he told you to think about it, about her. You had been, constantly, and don’t get it twisted, you’ve had sex like that more times than you could reference with Noah, but now the thought of him and that beautiful vixen using you, degrading you, together, was all you could think of. More than that, you couldn’t help but fixate on if he truly meant what he had said, if he really was open to letting you get to know one another. There was something about her so enigmatic, something that drew you in.

So after the constant inner ramblings of your mind had become too much, you decided to bring it up again. You were both getting ready to call it an early night and spend the rest of the night watching your latest reality TV guilty pleasure show. Brushing your teeth, you both kept stealing glances at each other in the mirror.

“So, would you actually be okay giving me her number?” You spat into the sink and continued on, pretending like that was the most casual question in the world to ask your boyfriend.

He half-smiled around his toothbrush, following her spitting into his sink.

“Well, that’s why I got it from her,” he grabbed a hand towel from the vanity, wiped his mouth, and shot you one of those effortless yet devastating smirks.

You rolled your eyes back at him and followed his actions then led the way back into your bedroom. Settling into bed you got ready to hit play on the most recent episode of your show.

“I know, but I just want to make sure you’re really comfortable with the possibility of me getting to know someone and … you know being attracted to them too.”

You had turned in to face him now, searching his face for any sign of disgust or anger. Nothing.

“Baby, this isn’t a new conversation for us,” his head dropped lower, eyes meeting yours finally. “Look, I love you and I love seeing you happy,” he brought a hand up to trace your jawline, urging you to keep focused on him.

“And more than anything, your pleasure,” he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “is my pleasure.”

You couldn’t be more turned on by this man than you are right now. He was perfect, completely, undeniably, perfect.

“Whether you end up with a new friendship, or you just want someone new to play with,” he smirked at you, like the mental image had just flashed across his mind for the first time, “or even if it becomes more serious than that. I trust you, and I think you should at least reach out to her.”

All of a sudden, you got curious as a new thought worked its way into your mind. “If something happened.. happens.. between us.. do you want to be involved?” You lifted a finger to his chest, grazing up and now nervously. “I mean obviously I’ll talk to you before anything even becomes a thought but.. ya know..”

“That’s a good question,” he reassured you. “I think I would leave that up to you. You’re the only one that I want. If you want me to participate,” he took your hand from his chest, placing a kiss on top, “I will. If you want me to watch,” his voice dropped an octave lower, sending a shiver down your spine, “I will. And if you don’t want me around, that’s okay too.”

Like a switch flipped, you almost felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You were worried that he would get angry with you or be repulsed by the idea, even though you knew better than that. You two had talked about you bringing other women into the bedroom in the past, along with even talking about you having another partner, but it had never been on the brink of reality until now. 

So you did, you texted her. After 15 minutes of scrambling together a flirty, sophisticated, frantic, introductory text, you did it. You apologized for texting late and told her that you were sorry for being “dismissive” the other night, that you were glad Noah of all people had the guts to intervene, how you’d like to get to know one another if the offer still stood, and finally, you gave her your name. You couldn’t believe that she had this effect in you whilst not even knowing your name.

The next morning, you noticed you had a text notification from an unsaved number when turning off your work alarm. 

I have to say, I was starting to get nervous you had forgotten about me. I’m happy your boyfriend made your move for you too…lol. I’d really like to get to know you too. It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N. I’m Raven.

Raven.

You skimmed the message, zeroing in on her name, and saved her contact before really processing anything said in her text. You felt a head rush, like you were buzzing. High on the fact that that alluring, dark-haired, goddess was real—Raven. 

Then you were off to the races. Over the next few days, you and Raven communicated in some form whenever you were free to. You felt the adrenaline and giddiness of getting to know a new crush all over again. Asking questions about anything you could think of to understand each other better: your careers, your passions, your relationship, pet peeves, favorite albums, even your stance on the age-old debate, does pineapple belong on pizza?

You had learned, and shared with Noah, that you and Raven got along really well. You had similar senses of humor and enjoyed a good back-and-forth banter, and you had an almost eerie amount of overlapping or mirroring interests. She owned her own business, a hair salon in town you walked by whenever you stopped into your favorite coffee shop. She moved here almost a year ago, and was single, looking for new friends, maybe even something more. 

When you finally felt confident in the fact that she had been flirting with you just as much as you had been with her, you asked to see her. 

Earlier in the day, on Friday, Noah had proposed the idea. For her to come over to join you both in your Saturday night plans. At first, you were shocked by the proposal. Saturday nights were special for you two: you’d stay in for the night and spend the night making dinner, listening to music, appreciating each other, it was what you looked forward to at the end of every week. But after hearing him out, you agreed that it would be the perfect setting to see Raven again. You were comfortable enough with her now to invite her over for dinner, to hang out in a more casual setting. Your mind started to race, thinking about her in your house, what would you all do? What would her and Noah talk about? What were you going to cook? What would happen?

Anxiety aside, you did it. You asked, to which she eagerly accepted, if she would be interested in coming to you and Noah’s house the next night for dinner. You didn’t know at the time, but her stomach was doing somersaults when you finally asked to see her. She had typed up a text asking to meet for coffee, or a drink, or anything, and hit delete an embarrassing amount in the last few days. After you sent her your address details and decided on a time, you tossed your phone to the side.

It was really happening.

Present

Raven extended her right arm to you, handing you a fragrant floral drink Noah had made for you two.

You were almost ashamed by how much in awe you were of her. Tonight she looked absolutely ethereal. Pieces of her black hair were loosely pinned back away from her face, her eyes painted with her seemingly signature black eyeliner. Her lips looked different tonight, like they were stained red—which was driving you crazy.

Her body was draped in a crimson-colored maxi dress, mock-neck hugging her neck, the dress fitting her body like it was made just for her. The dress was sleeveless, leaving you to steal peeks of her heavily tattooed arms. God, you really did have a type.

Pulling yourself out of your admiration, you reached to grab your drink from her. For a second, your fingers brushed over hers, send a zap of electricity through your body.

“Well I was thinking… this,” you pulled out the record you’d been scouring for the last few minutes, lifting your eyebrows at her.

Koi No Yokan — Deftones. 

Raven smiled at you nodding her head, “Gorgeous choice.” Koi No Yokan was one of your favorite albums of all time, housing some of the songs you hold dearest to you. Over the last 5 days you’d learned it was also a favorite of Raven’s.

“Here, I’ll put it on,” she grabbed the record from you and moved past you to the record player. “You should try that drink, you’ve got a damn good bartender on your hands.”

As if summoned, Noah walked over to join you two, walking straight to cheers you. He clinked his own whiskey drink against your glass, and you took a healthy sip in hopes it would give you the courage you needed for whatever was to come tonight.

“Dinner’s ready ladies. Shall we?” he asked, motioning his hand toward the dining table for you both to have a seat. Raven walked to her seat first with you following behind. As you walked past him, he stopped you to pull you in for a quick hug and to steal a kiss on your forehead. 

You looked up to him with all of the love and admiration in the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally breaking apart to join your new guest at the table.

You knew your night was only getting started.