He Is Beauty, He Is Grace (thank You Bryan)

I'M STILL HERE. SEND HELP BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO DIE

That post about casual kink has me thinking about puppy!Folio wearing a chain necklace instead, maybe with a subtle little lock on it. Something a partner could just hook their finger around and tug ever so slightly just randomly. Just to watch his eyes slide shut, the way his brain shifts into pup space for that brief moment.

This picture is doing shit to my brain! Omg 🤯🤯🤯🤯

jolly karlsson and noah sebastian tonight @ rockville

can someone hold me and tell me that its gonna be okay even if thats not true

nick folio tonight @ rockville

Summary: While hanging out with you and your boyfriend, Jolly, Noah couldn’t resist the urge to keep his hands to himself.

CW: includes fingering (f receiver), kinda dubcon(?), cheating.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It’s not usual for Noah to join you and your boyfriend, Jolly, when you’re both hanging out together. What is unusual, though, is the way he’s tucked himself beneath the covers with you, moving in close enough to rest his chin against your shoulder as you lie on your back. You don’t move the moment he settles in—afraid it might scare him off. It’s like being chosen by a cat, one usually too aloof for affection or human contact. You’ve been chosen, and you’re not about to ruin it.

Jolly sits with his back to you, completely absorbed in his video game. Every so often, Noah chimes in with a comment or suggestion. You’re not really interested in the game itself, but watching him—hearing his voice—has always been calming.

Then, beneath the covers, you feel Noah’s hand start to move. At first, it trails along your thigh, and you freeze, expecting him to pull away or even apologize. Instead, he keeps speaking to Jolly, completely ignoring you even as you glance at him—his hand steadily inching higher. Then it slips between your thighs, rubbing against the front of your jeans.

You should be pushing him away, should be telling him to stop, and yet all you can think is how much you regret wearing jeans today. There’s barely any friction where you want it most.

Somehow, Noah’s voice stays cool and smooth while your lips press together, your eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself to focus, to breathe.

When his fingers retreat, it isn’t to stop, it’s to undo the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down just enough before slipping his hand inside. Still, he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look at you. Then his hand dips into your underwear, a long, slender finger stroking along your slit, teasing between your folds before pressing to your clit—rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

“You have to be careful with that part, Jolls. Take it slower… yeah, just like that,” Noah says aloud, directing Jolly, but in your mind, you’re screaming, because his words mirror his actions exactly.

Your eyes roll back, your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you force yourself to stay still. You don’t dare roll your hips, fearing any movement will give you away. Turning your head slightly, you press it half into the pillow and half against Noah’s. His head tilts just enough for him to catch your jaw between his teeth, a soft bite of acknowledgment, before another finger joins the first. Now two fingers circle your clit, steady and purposeful, building the pressure in your belly with every motion.

You reach for your phone, resting beside you on the bed, pulling up the notes app. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Noah watching. You pause, type, delete, then type again, before deleting it all, and shaking your head. What could you possibly say? That nothing has ever felt this good before?

Because honestly, the moment he sinks his fingers into your soaked cunt, that’s only the truth.

It takes everything in you not to make a sound. You arch your hips slightly, but the tightness of your jeans makes it hard to spread your thighs, turning the sensation sharper, more intense. His fingers feel impossibly deep, and yet he adjusts his angle, somehow fitting just right. His thumb finds your clit while his fingers stroke along your velvet walls, coaxing you to move with him, subtly rocking into the slow-building pleasure.

In your mind, you’re panicking, sure you’re taking too long, sure Jolly could turn around at any second and see how close Noah is, but the covers pulled up over you both, should hide most of what’s happening beneath.

Any worry fades the moment your climax begins to crest—a slow, pulsing release. Nothing explosive, given your position, but enough for pleasure to ripple through you, and yet, even as you start to come down, Noah doesn’t stop. He continues playing with your clit, feeling the rush of wetness that follows, then presses his fingers deeper, angling them to find that spongy, velvet-soft spot inside you.

Your body trembles with the aftershocks of your slow, quiet orgasm. You want to moan, want to whimper, but you bite back even the smallest sound, because Jolly, completely oblivious, is still too caught up in his game.

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k now I need Bartender Noah

Ok, but these are sooo Bartender!Noah coded!!!!!

Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours Why I never got a say, never got a choice?