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The conversation started with random topics. It always did when you came over to Folio's house on a Friday night after work.

It was usually to decompress from the week you both had, drink a couple beers, watch some game that's on the TV at the moment, and smoke a joint that he always has ready even before you arrive.

He started talking about the new drum stuff that he bought to try out how it sounds like, and how they can use it on the new album. He knows you don't understand a thing about drums, despite being his friend for years, and him trying to teach you countless times. But you're a good listener, and he's thankful for that.

Somehow, the topic of how hard he hits the drums, turns into the topic of how his hands could probably deliver a mean slap.

You did start saying that his arms were probably stronger than other's, since, you know, he spends hours drumming away, and almost every night when he's on tour.

It's him who turns it into something dirty.

And all of a sudden, you're both telling each other if you like or not being slapped in bed.

"I don't know. There's just something about girls slapping guys that's so hot for me", Folio says, taking a swig of his beer.

"You'd let a girl slap you, then?", you ask, finding his statement a little odd. Bu then again, it's Folio, so you don't expect much else from him.

"Of course I would", he says, as if the choice is obvious.

"I don't think I could ever slap someone in bed.", you wonder out loud, never really having given the topic any thought before now.

"Angel, you wouldn't even slap someone out of the bedroom, let alone in the bedroom."

Folio always knew you were too kind for these things. It wasn't in your nature being violent, not even in a fully consensual situation.

"It's just so weird hitting people, and I don't understand the point of it", you explain further.

"You wouldn't do it even the other person asked you to?"

You think over your answer for a second, but the two of you already know what you're going to say.

"No, I wouldn't. It wouldn't make me feel comfortable, even with the knowledge that it's for pleasure."

Folio hums in understanding. He honestly thinks you're so cute for this. And he finds himself a little amazed at how good you are at expressing what you want - and don't want - in the bedroom.

"That's completely fair. But what about the other way around?", he asks, and you frown in confusion. "Would you ever want someone to slap you?"

He has half a mind to think that he's maybe taking this a little too far. But he's too curious now to back off.

"On the face is a hard no", you shake your head vigorously. "But in other places, I'm ok with it."

"Are you just ok with it, or do you really like it?", he asks. "And I agree on the face thing, yours is too pretty to endure such disrespect."

You laugh at his remark before answering the previous question.

"I like it if it's not too hard. I like if it's like, praising in some way, you know? Like, a 'you're doing so well' slap, instead of a 'I want to hurt you' slap", you explain yourself and he thinks it makes complete sense. "Do you do it with your partners?", you throw in a questions of your own.

"If they want it, yeah, I do. But it's not something I do all the time", he answers and you only nod.

A silence settles over the two of you. It's not uncomfortable in any way. You think you and Folio are past the stage where these conversations makes the atmosphere weird.

"Did you see that video of that weird fish they found in a lake? I think it went viral on TikTok?", he suddenly changes the topic and you burst out laughing at the absurdity of what he just said.

And then you tell him that, no, you have not watched the video of the weird fish they found in a lake.

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Folio is a different breed behind the kit

From the bottom of my heart I just want life to get better. Im so tired.

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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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im losing my mind COMPLETELY

sub!noah 🥺

Did you hear me screaming??? I can’t decide if this is your way of subtly asking him, or his way of subtly asking you, because he wanted to put his collar on for you as a little ‘surprise’, and now he’s kneeling down before you, a soft needy look in his eyes and you’re looking down at this ring, realising it holds a double meaning, another promise of belonging to one another—the collar being your first 🥹

HE'S SO PUPPYBOY CODED