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concreteangel92 · 2 days

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Be careful what you wish for

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: Cum play, mentions of spanking, dom/sub relationship, slight humiliation kink and degradation kink (not too heavy) male masturbation, just Noah being a typical brat tamer

So this is kinda filthy even for me ahaha but it’s not massively detailed as it’s a head canon styled piece but I am working on proper detailed works as we speak so hopefully I will get those out soon.

This actually started as an idea from the other fic I’m writing but it didn’t fit into that scene properly so I decided to make it a separate piece so the thought wasn’t wasted haha and fyi the story I’m currently writing has definitely been inspired by the new tour content, that’s absolutely feeding me right now 🥵

•You’ve been playing up all day and winding Noah up in front of people when he’s been working

•Just genuinely being a brat because you found it funny that day

•That’s fine but Noah would 100% punish you for it when you’re alone

•You’d be face down on the counter, underwear round your ankles while counting each spank he delivers

•But what’s one more dig?

•”That the best punishment you got? I’m getting bored of it now”

•Those spanks would instantly stop

•”Is that so?”

•Oh yeah, he’s pissed now

•You’d feel Noah’s grip on your hip tighten and hear the sounds of his trousers hitting the ground

•”Spread your legs”

•Noah would have a deeper growl in his voice, clearly not impressed with your attitude, but that’s ok, he’s happy to take it up a notch just teach you a lesson

•You’d feel his fingers scissor you open with a dark chuckle “bored are we? Do you want to tell that to your dripping cunt”

•That would most definitely pull a low moan from you, now Noah loves dirty talk, but to be that vulgar is very rare, even for him

•You could feel movement behind you and hear the sounds of him groaning and skin slapping on skin

•”So my punishments aren’t good enough eh?…” You could hear his words get caught in his throat, you knew he was touching himself behind you, his other hand now not leaving your hip

•”Well lucky for you…shit….I’ve got the perfect punishment for your cocky little attitude”

•You’d keep your head on the counter, pussy aching to be touched but you know that’s not going to happen any time soon

•“Did I forget to mention….that the guys will be here…any….any minute for the afternoon?”

•Noah hadn’t mentioned that they were all coming round for a gaming afternoon, you suddenly felt a sense of fear at what he had planned

•Noah’s groans became louder as he sped up his pace, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer

•”fuck..I’m gonna cum”

•You’d feel him release onto your heated core, Noah would quickly bring your underwear back up and press the material into your folds, making sure not to let any of his juices slip out down your thighs

•You’re eyes would go wide, a choked moan escaping your lips as you now knew what his punishment was, it felt so wrong and dirty but fuck me were you turned on

•You’d hear Noah fix his clothes and then he’d grab you by your throat, bringing your back onto his chest so he could talk into your ear

•”let’s see how cocky you are walking round with my cum in your pants, and don’t think you can run away and hide baby. You’re going to sit with us until I say otherwise, is that clear?”

•”I’m in a dress, what if it…slips out?”

•You’d receive a hard smack to your ass and then Noah turned you around so he could stare down at you

•”You should have thought about that before you decided to be a brat and telling me that my punishments are boring”

•Noah grips your chin and gives you a hard kiss

•”Be careful what you wish for baby”

•That’s the moment you’d both hear keys in the door and the guys walking in with pizza boxes, Noah pulling your dress back into place and stepping away from you

•You’d do your best to walk normally and act all innocent when everyone started chatting, trying to sit without anything ‘leaking’

•Your cheeks would have a permanent blush for the afternoon

•All the while, that cocky smirk never left Noah’s lips as he stalked your every move

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starsomens · 2 months

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6 • 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽

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Warnings: language, some violence, some angst, Y/N is portrayed to have a slight anxiety attack, Some mafia style “interrogation”,

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You tried to move, but you were held down. Looking down to your lap, your legs and hands bound to a chair in the middle of a room you didn't recognize. In the distance you can make out a dark tall figure...but who was it? Mathew? Your father? wait.....he got closer and closer until he came into view. You could tell it was Noah, his face was muffled and blurred but all you could make out was....this strange and...sinister smile. One he had never done to you before. His hand was now on your throat! It was squeezing tighter and tighter! you try and shake from his hold, but he won't let go! You couldn't scream! You couldn't breath! You were scared, slipping and fading from your vision all you could see was that smile. Why was he smiling!? Why would he do this??!

You gasp awake in a cold sweat, you shoot upward sitting in bed, you head was spinning causing you to lean forward. Choking on your own air and spit as you try and calm yourself. Noah rushes into the room letting the door swing open. He climbs on the bed next to you and rubs your back

"Hey, hey, breath, come on slowly breath," he's close to your head to speak to you softly to try and keep your panic to a minimum. His other hand rests on your chest to apply some pressure to ground you. He could feel your heart thumping against your ribcage "ssshhh, shhh it's okay baby, I'm here. Just breath," he whispers as he slowly brings you to lean on him

You begin to bring you breathing down to a controlled level. His warmth, his heartbeat, his voice, it all grounded you again. His hand caresses and sooths you.

"I got you princess," he carefully lays you back down on the pillow and gets you comfortable again. He brushes your hair out of your face and dabs the sweat from your forehead.

"w-what...where am I..." you huff

"You're in bed...you're a little sick is all..." he said trying to sugar coat things as he caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. You try and recall the events from before. You head was thumping still and you felt nauseous.

"Can I have some water?" you asked feeling your mouth drier than ever. Noah reaches over for a glass of water he had ready. He helps you to sit up carefully and brings the glass to your lips, carefully tipping the glass so you're able to drink

"I could have done it myself you know" you try and joke

"well no, you are my wife, you are not well, let me care for you" a knock came to your door as a man peaks his head inside. "come on in" Noah answers as a man in a suit and white coat comes in. He walks up to the foot of your bed and says

"Good you're awake, you gave us quite the scare," he chimes as he makes his way over to your other side of the bed and reach his hand out to you "Go on and give it a squeeze, as hard as you can." doing as the doctor says you give his hand a squeeze, still feeling a little weak from before.

“Ah good, you're making quite the recovery, a bit slower than we'd want but progress no less,” The doctor chimes in “My name is Dr. Martin, I’ve been with Noah since he was a teenager. And now here I am treating you and on occasion his men.”

He walks over to a small table near the door, and reaches into his bag for a couple of items. He pulled out two boxes and walks back to you.

“ Tell me, Mrs. Sebastian, do you suspect you may be pregnant?” He asks

“I-uh, no, not at all.” he hands you both boxes

"Well I must ask are you sexually active?" he said with a straight face

"Y-yes..." you blush

"Then we must take the precaution before moving on," you sigh and turn to one side of the bed Noah stands up to help you out of bed. You thought it wouldn't be necessary and simply just stood up, however the rushed motion knocked you off balance and you stumble. Noah catches you and lets you lean on him for support as he walked you to the bathroom. He walks with you inside and lifts you on to the sink. Grabs the boxes and looks them over

"one is store bought the other is a hospital test....do you want me in here with you?"

"What are you gonna watch me pee?" you raise a brow at him as you take out one of the tests

"Well I mean....I've seen more than that so," he shrugged with a smirk

"ugh, just wait outside okay? I'll be fine," he gives you a quick peck to the nose and glances over his shoulder once more before shutting the door. Hopping off of the cool percaline sink you walk over to the toilet and get to the test. After taking it now you had to wait 3 minutes. Great. As you stare at the test so many things ran through your head. You sat on the floor with the test facing down not sure about the feelings you had towards it.

What if it was positive? How long would you have been pregnant for?? Did all this stress harm the baby?...did you even want to have a baby so soon? Did Noah?? A baby in the mafia? Was that even safe?

A knock brought you back to reality "hey, you alright in there?" it was Noah "It's been a good 10 minutes you know-"

"It's only been 4," Dr. Martin added

"Oh shut up!" Noah argues back followed by Martin chuckling

"4 minutes..." you repeat to yourself. You reach for the test and take a deep breath in, and out. You take a hold of the test and close your eyes. You bring it up to your eye level and let out a shaky breath, you could feel your heart pounding as if it were to burst from your chest. Your hands becoming humid and sweaty. You mentally count down to finally rip the band aid off

3.... 2........ 1...........

negative.

"oh..." you feel your body lose the tension it was holding on to. You jaw unclenched and you feel as though you could breath easily now. It was negative, you were not pregnant, there was no baby. You get up off the floor. You check the other test the doctor had given you and it had given you the same results of a negative test.

"Y/N? I'm coming in-" you open the door before he could make a move "Oh you're done, so....what does it say?" he asked

"Negative….no baby" you shrug and you see his shoulders relax in something like disappointment? Did he want it to be positive?

"Ah very good. Which means you are in the clear to take any medication when and if needed." Martin begins to pack his things "For now lots of bed rest, and no more opening letters" he joking points at you. Noah shakes his hand and he lets himself out of the room. Now that Dr. Martin had mentioned letters you were starting to recall the events that lead up to here. The letter, the phone call you overheard…should you tell Noah you heard him? Should you even ask to see the contract for yourself?

“What are you thinking my little flower” Noah asked coming to caress you face with fingers

"well the....the letter was one thing but there was something else...." you admit as you shift your weight from leg to the other. You weren’t sure how he would react to the question, or if he would be open about it, and just give you an answer. Maybe it was best to bring the topic on gently. He continues to focus on you and his own silent way of letting you continue what you were going to say.

“W-well…. After I had seen the letter, I went to look for you in your office to tell you what I had read. But once I got to the door, you were in the middle of a conversation and he sounded pretty pissed….” You start off, testing the waters

“Mhm…go on,”

“….i” you back out “ I just heard that you were really pissed and I didn’t want to get you more upset by telling you I opened the letter…”

Shit. Why didn’t I say anything? I should’ve just told him and asked him what it was about. We aren’t like how we were before he’s more open with me now. Right?

You scolded yourself in your head for not speaking up and telling him exactly what you wanted to know. But you’re given temporary comfort by a smile he gives you to reassure you that he wouldn’t have made him upset if he came to tell him.

“Oh flower, you never piss me off as much as the other heads our my men. The next time you have an issue I want you to come and tell me okay?” he said, as he caress your face with his thumb. His phone buzzed, and he took a look at his screen. With a quick glance to his watch, he sighs in slight annoyance.

“ something come up I gotta get down to the pier. I don’t know what time I’ll be home, but if I’m home late, don’t stay up late for me okay?”

You gave him a certain look, and he knew exactly what it was. You’re feeling a bit worried, especially because of what had happened in the past couple of hours. Luckily, Noah was one to act on the scene and prevent something before it even happens. He had some of his security on the property, making sure no one was to get close to the house. Any, and all male was now to be delivered to his building instead of his home.

“ listen I got some men outside they’re watching the place. And I’ve got jolly in here and his armed in case of anything all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” he holds your tenderly in his hands into your eyes he lays a gentle firm kiss to your lips. he lingers a bit before he has to pull away and leave the house. You were left standing in the room on your own, still thinking over what he had said, and what you didn’t say.

You decide and take a look outside, it was cloudy and looked as if the sky was about to pour. Looking down at the ground, you can see Noah’s security, walking the ground armed. It looked like if somewhere were to try and get in, they’ll be shot down in mere seconds. In some sense, it gave you some sense of security.

Go to the mirror and look yourself over. You looked tired, but also uneasy and lost. You rubs your hands over your face and grab one of your sweaters and wrap it around your body. You head out of the room and make you ways down the stairs. On the first floor you find ___ sleeping on his little dog bed. You leave him be to relax and head to the kitchen.

You knock on the doorway softly and Vilma whips around

"Oh Y/N You're alright!" he claps softly and walks to you and embraces you "Oh dear, you had me so worried! I thought I had killed you some how, lord!" she sighs deeply with a hand over her chest

"You Vilma? Unless it's with your amazing cooking, you would never" you smile at her

"You look tired dear, how about some nice tea?" she offered and you nod happily, you take a seat and listen to Vilma tell you another one of her stories as the rains started to pour outside. As Vilma got to work you look out the window as the rain drums against the glass, wondering where this was heading. What would become of you and Noah. What was going on with the contract that made him so upset?

———

“Get him up,” Noah demands as a man strapped to a wooden chair had fallen over due to a very strong punch. Noah observes his knuckles and how they were starting to become raw from the punches. By this point he had been at this for about 2 hours Noah. Stripped from his usually button down into a tank top, his hair was slightly messy and in his face. There were 2 versions of Noah when it came to his work

The business deals executive and the violent and cold mafia boss. The man that many other gangs and bosses fear. He didn’t care if you had caught him interrogating people at home, he’d do it in front of you and tell you to leave. But after time together and everything that had been happening, he moved it into pier instead. The bloody and bruised man is picked up off the floor once again and sat up right.

Teeth were missing, his face swollen, a cut lip and definitely some broken ribs. They tried to trace back the letter as far back as possible and only found the messenger. However this messenger refused to talk.

“I’ll ask you again, who are you working for?” Noah tone was low and dangerous. This was one side he would refuse to show you. After so much time spent together so many things shared, so many emotions you had put him through, this was the minimum he’d do for you. You ignited something in him, something he is never known for…something he wants to say to you but can’t. Not until he’s straighten things out first.

The man gasped for air but remained silent. Noah nods his head without a word, he walks over to a table and carefully selects something. He walks back juggling the item from hand to hand

“I tend to be a good business man, a man of my word, however what most business don’t know,” his don’t come up to a corner of the seat and open the switch blade “I never ask more than twice.”

With that said he flips the weapon and quickly stabs it down into his wrist. A loud sharp cry fills the pier as Noah simply watched. He grabs the man’s face and make him look him in the eye and he says in a low tone

“You’re going to tell me, or I’ll hang you over the water and let you bleed out like a fucking pig. Answer me!” He demands

“Jared! I took orders from Jacob! I swear I don’t know anything else I swear!” The man cries finally cracking under Noah’s pressure

“Jared? The fuck would he want…”

“I-I don’t know I swear!” He said pleading for mercy. Noah ignored him as he thought on the matter

“That son of a bitch,” his tongue clicked “get rid of him,” he nods at the man in the chair

“W-what but I told you everything! Y-you can!” He cries out

“You did crack…you answered me, you’re right” Noah admits as he cleaned his hands “but, your dumbass fucked with my wife….and that you’ll pay with your life,” Noah gives him a sinister smirk “have fun with the dogs,” he wishes him as his men drag him away from the pier as he tries pathetically to fight back. Noah pulls his phone out and dials Nicholas

"Nick I need you to find any information you can on Jacob....yes Jacob Bennet, bastard has something to do with this....just get me the info, I'll be in the office tomorrow."

Jared Bennet, the man who was harassing you that night at the event. He was know to be someone who pushed buttons until they were no longer buttons to push. He has gotten on Noah's nerves on more than one occasion. He's had his own personal business, issues and agendas with Jacob. Unless your targeting has something to do with that night he needs to put a stop to it.

He had already let him get too close to you that night. He won’t let it happen again.

Back at your home after Vilma had fallen asleep on the couch you snuck your way into Noah’s office. There was something he wasn’t telling you, and you were going to find it. Those words just kept repeating in your head

"She doesn't know..." "The Contract..." "Only a year..."

What could it all mean? It obviously has something to do with you, the contract and an amount of time. You try and open some of his drawers but to no luck they were locked. Knowing Noah, he probably had the key with him. You try the other side of the desk and luckily the very top drawer was open. You sift through the paper work and find nothing...

"Fuck...maybe I'm just being paranoid," you sigh as you sit in his chair and close the drawer feeling guilty for snooping around his office. "I'm such a....huh?"

You reach for a paper on his desk in plain sight, it was your contract. Your signature and his as the bottom with some extra notes on the page. It had all the legal information on the marriage contract that should typically be there. Your eyes reach the highlighted section and read it out loud

“All members of CONCRETE must wed by the age of 32 and produce an heir within the first year of their contract…….” You could feel your heart drop into your stomach and your hands shake. Your breathing became heavy as you continued to read as best as you could “F-Failing to meet requirements…will result in termination…of….oh god…” you felt sick to your stomach, your head was spinning, your throat felt like it was closing up.

You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes. You could feel your heart clench and ache to know that the man you let in, the one you were so vulnerable with. You knew you shouldn’t have let your guard down….and you did. It had been about 5 months since you’ve married, giving you a “time limit” on this contract. All those times….every kiss, every time you had sex…was it all to use you?

You were beyond furious, but hurt and heartbroken. You felt open and unsafe in this place you called home.

....

Little Flower: "I’m leaving." his screen illuminates his face as he walks to his car. He hasn’t gotten notices from his men, no one was visiting, and he couldn’t put together what this blunt message could mean. What did you mean that you were leaving?? He jumps into the backseat and tells his driver to step on it and get him home.

As he pulls into the driveway he jumps out of the car before a full stop and asks his men before they open the door

“Has she left?”

“No sir-“ the door close as they answer and he runs upstairs. Your were filling some bags and boxes quickly as if he weren’t even there.

“What the hell is going on?” He asks you trying to stop you from packing. You say nothing as you keep packing. “Y/N, I’m talking to you-“ he comes to touch your shoulder to get you to focus on him

“Don’t touch me….” You had this look in your eyes. It was on the borderline of fear but it was also betrayal.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He’s had a long couple of days and he wasn’t meaning to sound so harsh

“You’re my fucking problem,” you walk to the dresser and grab the contract and wave it in front of him “you know the whole deal of how I’m basically your ticket to remain in this bullshit” he grabs the paper from your hands and looks it over

“You were snooping in my office?” He asks feeling a twinge of annoyance

“Oh please it was right on your desk, on top of that I heard your phone call” you huff as you brush past him and grab a bag with some clothes in it. “And I am NOT going to be your little ticket into this shit,”

You walk towards the door but he shuts it and blocks your way

“No, you’re not leaving. We are talking about this,” he towers over you “if you fucking heard me, why didn’t you ask?”

“Oh because the man who still keeps shit from me would tell me about his phone call right,” you answer him with your hands on hips “the same one who will just leave in the mornings at time, finish dinner early, take calls at 2 am in your office,”

“Yeah because I have a fucking job and a role to play unlike you,” he didn’t mean for that to come out

“What was that?” You squint your eyes at him testing him

“You heard me,” he snarls back “all you are is a fucking pawn in this game. Daddy had no issue offering you up when I asked for you. So pathetic he couldn’t even handle business in his own. Had to use his little girl to stay on top All you are is a contract, a deal, a pawn.” He said without missing a beat. Hammering the final nail into the coffin.

“….so everything we’ve done…everything I’ve told you….” You could feel your throat becoming small and tight “I let…I let you….and all I am is a contract to you?” You chew on the inside of your cheek trying to bite back the tears

“Y/N….no wait that’s not-“ you hold up a hand as you push past him and slip through the door. He walks after you and tries to explain himself “baby please stop, listen I didn’t mean any of it! Flower-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me…” the last word came out choked and broken. He could feel his chest become heavy as his breathing became labored. You rush to the door and pull it open, your brother waiting for you outside with his car. “I’m going to my parents place….I’m obviously not in your plans an I…was a fool for thinking so….” You slide the cool jewelry off of your finger and place it on the entry table

“Y/N….please…..” Noah caught hold of your hand before you could walk out his thumb grazing at the skin trying his best to sooth you back inside. His eyes were begging you to turn back around. “I….i…..” he couldn’t being himself to say it. He knew what he wanted to say…but it wouldn’t come out

“There’s nothing left to say Noah….and now it’s too late to save it…” you take your hand back from Noah and speed walk to Mathew who took your bag and got you in the car. Mathew gave Noah a look and got in the car himself and sped off. Noah could hear his own heart in his ears, the sound of his breathing became uneven. He picks up the ring that was supposed to be on your finger and clenched it in his fist. His anger bursts out as he flips some of the tables in anger. Taking a have and throwing it at the wall. The water and flower scatter as the broken pieces hit the marble floor.

“fuck….FUCK!” He kicks the table already on the floor and makes his way up to his office.

Threats, secrets, murder, lies, traitors. He’s dealt with them all, nothing he couldn’t cope with. But this? You? This was soemthing he was sure may kill him…

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