Sashabravodiary - Kiss Me Now Or Never?

whined. whimpered. cried. moaned. mewled.

jolly karlsson and noah sebastian tonight @ rockville

k now I need Bartender Noah

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

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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Imagine sitting on Folio's lap while taking hits of a joint he rolled. Imagine being so fuzzy headed, that you start grinding on his hard on and beg to ride his cock. Whimpering as you lower yourself onto his thick cock stretching you out, the joint making you extra sensitive. So focused on how his cock throbs in you and the feeling of his veins against your walls. Going so slow Folio can no longer handle it and grabbing you by your hips and pounds into you, making you feel even more lightheaded as he fucks you until you're a drooling, moaning mess.

I think I’m the one drooling over this thot 🫠 intox kink go brrr.

CW: intox kink, unprotected sex.

It’s not unusual for you two to get high together, or even to make out while doing so, but God, the moment you feel his hard cock pressed against you through his jeans, you’re practically grinding on him like a cat in heat, just purring and begging for Folio to fuck you.

“Please, baby, please… I need you so bad.”

Your clit is throbbing, and that’s through the fabric of your clothes. You’re not even touching him properly yet, but you’re already so worked up, so needy, and he’s such a fucking tease. Every time you lean in close to kiss or plead, he offers you another hit instead, grinning like the smug bastard he is because he knows you’re right where he wants you.

It doesn’t take much coaxing, soon enough, he’s guiding you down onto his cock, helping you sink onto him inch by inch. You feel everything. Every twitch, every throb, every little shift as your walls flutter and clench around him. You moan, gasp, slowly starting to rock your hips, desperate just to feel him, to feel how deep he fills you, how he stretches you open like he owns you.

“Is this what you needed?” he taunts, giving you one last hit before the joint becomes the last thing on either of your minds. His hips start bucking up beneath you, savouring the way your pussy grips him, inviting him deeper.

It’s slow at first, almost torturous, until you beg him.

“F-fuck me. Really fuck me.”

That’s all it takes. He groans, gripping your hips tight and holding you in place as he begins to pound up into you. The room is filled with moans, wet slaps of skin, and between it all, he’s begging you to kiss him, but when you’re too far gone to even respond, his mouth finds your neck instead, latching onto every tender spot, marking you in pretty bruised shades. A reminder that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you.

nick folio tonight @ rockville

Forget about fancy dates, i wanna flirt with you in kitchen while cooking for you

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