#virgin!noah

you can’t help your curiosity, batting your lashes as you quietly ask him to show you. all it takes is him slowly inching down the sweats he sleeps in to reveal his erect cock, hard and twitching from the moment you began leaning into him, purring against his ear as you coyly presented the idea.

then it’s your turn, shimmying out of your pyjamas and positioning yourself in front of him as you draw your knees up to your chest. slowly spreading your thighs, you reveal the wet mess that’s gathered between them just from him alone, from the way he touches you, even innocently, to his voice and how he speaks to you, to the sight of his cock as it stands, throbbing, tip red and leaking precum, already needing some form of attention.

god, you’d pop it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop if you could. drag your tongue over the tip, licking up every drop of that precum just to taste him, suck on him until his hips are jerking and he’s whining because he can’t take anymore. little do you know, noah is imagining the same, his eyes locked between your thighs, picturing what it would be like to drag his tongue between your folds, the taste of you flooding his tastebuds before he pins you down with an arm across your hips, desperate to devour you like a starved man finally feasting.

“show me how you touch yourself.” he catches himself off guard as much as he does you.

“what?” you ask, pressing him to repeat, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.” the drop in his voice, the rumble in his chest, sends a quiver between your thighs.

“you mean like this?”

his eyes track your movement as your hand lowers, gliding across your stomach and dipping between your thighs. “just like that…” he breathes, the second you part your folds, revealing your swollen clit to him, the sudden brush of air drawing a soft moan from you.

it doesn’t take much coaxing to get him to join in, the soft purr of your voice guiding him as you bite down on your lower lip, watching the slow rhythm of his hand stroking along his thick shaft, his hips bucking to meet the motion as he spreads his precum, and when you finally plunge your fingers into yourself, you don’t hold back, calling out for him, breathless ramblings spilling from your lips as you tighten around them. “your cock feels so fucking good inside me. god, noah… you’re gonna make me cum… fuck… fuck—”

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𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧ⵑ𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 : He’s gotten more confident, and it’s endearing, you can feel it in the way he touches you, the way his fingers skilfully move inside you, experimenting with slow and quick strokes. You hear it in his voice too, when he manages to coax another moan from your lips, your back arching off the bed as he slowly runs his finger along your velvety walls, stroking that one sweet spot.

“You like that?” he asks, but there’s no doubt in his tone—just the slow crawl of a grin across his lips. “Yeah, you do,” he purrs, mouth pressed against your thigh, his brown doe eyes fixated on you, watching the way you writhe and respond to every movement.

“What about if I do this…” His voice trails off, and a deeper sound is pulled from your throat as his fingers stroke the back of your cunt, the sensation driving something unfamiliar through you—a heat that makes you tighten around him.

“Oh, you’re more sensitive there?” he murmurs, and it’s as though he’s mentally saving that thought. His fingers keep exploring, stroking you from the inside, searching for the spot you like the most.

“I think this is the one you like the most though, right?” His fingers switch back to the front, curled and buried deep as he presses into the spongy-soft point behind your clit, making you practically purr in his hands.

𝐕𝐀ⵑ𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡: “You like that? Yeah, you do,” Noah croons into your ear, and you gasp, the wet sounds that follow his voice sending a shiver down your spine. His own moans bleed into the audio as he continues feeding the most obscene filth into your ears, crafting a dreamlike, vivid image in your mind.

“What if I go a little deeper?”

You’re following his words, and when he speaks them, it’s like a command—the toy inside you mimics the motion, driving deeper. The sensation spreads through you like wildfire, making you arch off the bed with a deep moan.

“What about if I lick your clit just like this while I finger you, huh?”

Right then, he starts making the sloppiest mouth sounds—wet, messy, deliberate. You know it’s just a prop, some toy he’s licking into for effect, but it doesn’t matter. Your fingers fumble for the Satisfyer, switching it on before pressing it in place against your aching, sensitive clit. You’ve purposely avoided stimulation under his guidance, and now you’re almost shaking from need.

“Tell me how good that feels, baby. You gonna tell me how good?”

And you do, soft, broken mewls slipping from your lips as your back arches again. You grind your hips down against the toy buried inside you and hold the Satisfyer firmly to your clit, the sensation sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through your body.

“You gonna be good and cum for me, hm?” he continues to croon between exaggerated licks. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good, you know that? I wanna feel you cum all over my tongue. Give it to me, baby.”

His words coax you closer, pulling you right to the edge until you feel it, that taut coil snapping as heat rushes through your trembling body, sending you careening over into ecstasy.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭ⵑ𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 : It’s a pretty sight to see—Noah sprawled out beneath you, long hair framing his face like a halo. You don’t take your eyes off his as you slowly roll your hips, circling them intentionally to feel the thick weight of his cock buried inside you, rubbing against all your most sensitive areas.

Your nails graze down along his tattooed chest while his hands grip your waist, guiding your movements. His hips lift just enough to add the pressure you’re seeking—until they buck, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that makes you moan faintly, grinning down at him.

“You like that?” he asks.

You nod slowly, a soft purring “mhm” slipping past your lips as you lean forward, half laying over him to meet his mouth in a kiss. Just as your lips touch, he bucks again, catching you off guard and making you quiver atop him, clenching tighter around him. His words melt into the kiss, his teasing smirk pressing against your lips.

“Yeah, you do.”

For a subby little thing, he can be quite the cocky brat.

𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝ⵑ𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 : Sunday mornings are possibly the best, even if the creeping shadow of Monday means losing Noah to his work schedule, he always makes up for it with a slow, lazy morning in bed, which often leads to an equally slow morning shower.

It’s no surprise you both end up there: your back pressed to his chest, his mouth trailing kisses, nips, and marks along your shoulder and neck as his hands roam freely, tracing every curve and dip, drinking you in while the water cascades over you both.

When your head tips back, he meets your mouth with a soft kiss, something so tender it draws a soft sigh from you. His fingers trail lower, slipping past your stomach, daring and teasing all at once.

What you expect to happen doesn’t—at least, not fully.

His fingers push between your folds, circling your clit in a slow, deliberate motion, as though he’s testing how wet you are for him, as if he’s just getting a feel for your body. You let out a quiet moan against his lips, and the corners of his mouth pull into a slight grin as he murmurs, “You like that? Yeah, you do.”

He coos it softly, like he already knows the answer.

Beneath you, Virgin trembles. Your hand is pressed to his throat, his tattoo still fresh and more vibrant than the ones etched into your Noah or Himbo. His Adam’s apple bobs beneath your palm.

“Eyes on me, baby. Just look up here,” you purr, your fingers tightening around his throat just enough to make his breath stutter. A broken sound escapes him, his eyes glazing over yet still locked on you. His hands clutch at your hips, trying to guide you as you roll them slowly, grinding down to meet his thrusts. His cock is buried deep inside you, your walls squeezing around him. You can feel every twitch, every shudder, each movement dragging him closer to the edge.

You wet your lips with a slow sweep of your tongue before leaning down to catch the youngest of them in a heated kiss. That’s all it takes. He spirals, his breath catches, a meek, desperate sound slipping from him as he clutches at you, pulling you closer as he cums, filling you with a warmth that makes your lips part in a moan, as his head falls back against the pillows, breathing your name.

“Well done, baby. You did so good,” you whisper, and his cock twitches inside you at the praise, but before you can catch your breath, VA—impatient as ever, is already pulling you up, dragging you off Virgin’s cock and into his lap.

“Yeah, well done for lasting all of five seconds. My turn.” He grins cheekily, and you roll your eyes before feeling him guide himself against your wet entrance, sinking you down onto him. Your hand flies up, fingers wrapping around his throat. It’s an instant reaction, his eyes glaze over, his body going almost completely submissive beneath your touch.

Your smirk turns slow, wicked. “Oh, this is what you wanted, huh?” you murmur, leaning closer until your lips drag against his in a teasing taunt. You start to roll your hips, slow and steady, letting him fill you completely as he moans softly against your mouth.

“You want me to turn you into my toy now?”

Any trace of impatience melts away. VA nods, obedient under the pressure of your hand at his throat. You stay in his lap, bouncing in a slow, deliberate rhythm, when familiar warm hands find your body—electric and grounding. You turn your head, expecting your Noah, but it’s Himbo behind you instead.

Your Noah sits at the edge of the bed, his hand fisting his cock as he watches you, eyes dark and heavy with hunger.

Oh, how far you’ve come—from him being utterly confused by whatever rip between universes brought these versions of himself here, to now indulging in watching them with you.

The heat of Himbo’s breath at your neck makes your eyes flutter, your walls tightening around VA’s cock at the attention you’re being given. As you start to quicken your pace, a hand dips between your bodies—Himbo’s, unmistakably. His touch is soft yet large and commanding, caressing you, finding every tender, weak spot as he latches his mouth to your neck. He leaves fresh marks on top of the countless others scattered across your skin, each one a small claim.

Your hand tightens around VA’s throat, and the sounds he makes grow needier, higher, his hips jerking beneath you.

“Don’t cum too soon,” Himbo teases, his tone dripping with amusement. “A real gentleman lets their partner cum as much as they need first,” he adds with a smirk, catching the flicker of frustration in VA’s glazed eyes.

You can almost picture the pout on Virgin’s face at that, but in your mind, he’s too sweet for this kind of talk—too soft, too edible. VA, though, he’s got that mouth on him, cocky and sharp, almost like Folio. The thought makes you laugh. You can just imagine the chaos those two would cause together in another life.

“Are you close, pretty baby?” Himbo coos against your ear, and you nod, the coil in your belly tightening as your pace quickens. “Make sure you cum nice and hard all over his cock,” he murmurs, never stopping his touch or his words.

Your hand tightens again around VA’s throat again, his breathing shallow and ragged, while Himbo catches your free hand and guides it to his own throat. The angle is awkward with how he’s pressed against you from behind, but you squeeze just right, enough to make his breath hitch. Against your lower back and ass, you can feel the thick, heavy weight of his pierced cock rubbing against your skin, the slickness of his precum smearing warmth across you.

The thought of him inside you—bigger, thicker, even than your own Noah, makes your head spin. You’ve had him in your hands, your mouth, but imagining him filling you completely sends you spiraling.

That’s all it takes. You fall apart, your body trembling as your walls clench tight around VA, drawing a broken moan from his throat. He follows almost instantly, voice quivering as he cums deep inside you.