Saw someone say they think the person in the foreground of this shot is Steve and if it is it makes the poses and expressions on Sam + Bucky's faces so much funnier.
masterlist ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW (i know, again?🤭), reading this back i feel like this chapter is a whole 13k words worth of nothing, but it could just be because i feel like i've been writing it and reading it back so much, and i'm proud of it nonetheless <3
i told myself i was going to get this posted on friday and todays friday so... here it is! <3 i feel like i keep changing the direction this fics going in, i really need to sit down one night and write a real plan for it lmao
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When you woke up, the room was still dark. You could tell the sun would soon be rising, the way the sky was beginning to get lighter, the light peeking through the edge of the curtains.
For a few moments you stayed exactly where you were, warm beneath the covers, Noah’s arm still draped around you from where he’d fallen asleep holding you. You smiled to yourself as you replayed last night- and the entirety of yesterday- over in your head.
But then the smile slowly started to fade, because the second your mind caught up properly, you really remembered last night. Not just the way he touched you, or the bath afterwards, or how soft he became later when he held you against his chest like he didn’t want to let go…
But the things he’d said. The way his voice had dropped lower as he whispered filth into your ear, it was hot and teasing at first… until it became something almost colder.
This is what I’m paying for.
At the time you were caught up in him and the heat of everything, but now in the quiet of the morning it replayed differently in your head. And the more you thought about it, the more it twisted… because you didn’t know if he meant it, if that was all this was to him.
He could’ve lied all along about having no expectations to get you right where he wanted you- and you were so stupid for falling for it. You were just a pretty girl he flew to Paris and spoiled for the weekend in return for sex.
You felt sick at the thought of it.
Carefully, trying not to wake him, you turned onto your other side until your back faced him instead, pulling the blankets a little higher around yourself.
You stared at the wall silently, overthinking every little thing. The kisses, the teasing, the softness afterward. Whether any of it had actually meant something.
Behind you, Noah stirred in his sleep, his arm tightening around your waist for a second before relaxing again.
Your eyes shut for a moment and you told yourself to go back to sleep… but it was impossible. Because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shut your brain off.
A little while later, you felt movement behind you again. The mattress dipped slightly as Noah leaned closer, still warm and sleepy, and then you felt his lips brush softly against your bare shoulder with a lazy, absentminded kiss. Like he assumed you were still asleep.
Your heart ached.
He stayed there for another second before pulling away, and you listened as he climbed out of bed with a small groan and then disappeared into the bathroom.
The sound of the shower started not long after, and you stayed exactly where you were. And by the time the water shut off, your stomach was tied in knots. You heard drawers opening, the soft rustling of movement, then eventually the bathroom door opened again.
You didn’t turn around, you didn’t move at all, but a second later, Noah’s voice cut softly through the silence.
“I know you’re awake, by the way.”
Your heart began to pick up as you slowly rolled onto your back, finally looking over.
He was standing near the bathroom doorway with a towel hanging low around his hips, his hair damp from the shower, shaving cream still spread across one side of his jaw where he clearly hadn’t finished yet.
But despite how unfairly attractive he looked, his expression had already changed into something more concerned.
“Is everything okay?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah.” You said automatically, the lie coming out before you even thought about how to tell him the truth. And judging by the way his brows pulled together slightly, he knew you were lying.
Noah held your gaze for another second, like he was trying to decide whether to push it or not. Then, gently, he nodded.
“Okay,” he said quietly, though it was obvious he didn’t fully believe you.
He grabbed his phone and disappeared back into the bathroom a moment later, and you heard the tap running again, the soft scrape of the razor against his skin while you stayed wrapped up beneath the covers, staring at the bathroom door.
Your chest still felt tight, because part of you wanted to brush it off, tell yourself you were overthinking, pretend you hadn’t been bothered by it at all.
But another part of you couldn’t stop hearing it in your mind, replaying it over and over.
This is what I’m paying for.
Eventually, you pushed the covers back and climbed out of bed slowly, your tank top slipping slightly off one shoulder as you wandered towards the bathroom.
Noah looked up through the mirror the second you appeared behind him.
“There you are,” he said, rinsing the razor beneath the water before glancing at you properly. “C’mere.”
You stepped closer, stopping beside the sink while he turned slightly toward you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a hug before kissing your forehead. But when he pulled back, his eyes scanned your face carefully. Then his hand came up, brushing gently along your arm.
“Last night wasn’t too much, was it?” He asked quietly.
The question caught you a little off guard, and when you hesitated, his brows furrowed slightly.
“I just wanna make sure you’re okay,” he said, voice softer now. “You’ve seemed different this morning...”
Your stomach twisted, because now you had to decide whether you just lie about it and pretend everything's normal, or tell him the truth- though it’d feel a little awkward.
You took in a breath, before shaking your head.
“No, it wasn’t too much,” you said quietly. Then after a second you added, “…but there is something I wanted to talk about.”
Immediately, his full attention settled on you.
“Okay,” he said gently. “What is it?”
You opened your mouth, and then his phone started ringing. The sound cut through the quiet room, making both of you glance toward it on the counter.
Noah groaned under his breath.
“Sorry.” He shook his head, already sounding annoyed by it, “It doesn’t matter, what do you want to talk about?”
But the phone kept ringing, and you couldn’t ignore it. So you looked away and took a step back.
“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “You should get that.”
He hesitated, and for a moment longer he looked like he was considering ignoring it. But then the ringing stopped… only to start again. It must’ve been something important.
“…I’ll be two minutes,” he promised, his eyes drifting back to you carefully. “Then we’ll talk, okay?”
You forced a small smile.
“Okay.”
He reached for your hand and gave it a quick squeeze before taking his phone and heading back out into the room to answer it, leaving you standing alone in the bathroom while your heart sank just a little at the timing. You stayed there for a moment, just staring at yourself in the mirror while the muffled sound of Noah’s voice carried from the other room.
You couldn’t help but notice how different he sounded over the phone- more closed off and professional. It reminded you again that there were parts of his life you still didn’t have any idea about, parts he didn’t want to talk about, he didn’t want to share with you.
You sighed softly and turned away from the mirror, deciding to at least use the bathroom while he was busy in there. By the time you finished and washed your hands, he sounded quieter now, like he was trying to wrap up the call.
When you stepped back into the bedroom, Noah was sitting on the edge of his bed with his phone beside him on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. But the moment he spotted you, he looked up, and whatever tension had settled into his face during the call softened when he met your eyes.
“Sorry about that,” he said quietly as you walked closer, and Noah reached for your hand the second you were within reach, his fingers wrapping gently around yours. “It was something to do with work. I won’t bore you with the details.”
“It’s okay.” You said with a quiet huff of a laugh… but Noah was watching your face, like he was trying to figure out how you were feeling.
But instead, his thumb brushed over your knuckles before he asked softly,
“Do you wanna order room service for breakfast?”
The question caught you off guard slightly, mostly because of how normal it sounded after the heaviness hanging between you, but you nodded anyway.
“Sure.”
“What’re you feeling?” He asked.
You shrugged a little, still sleepy, still not fully emotionally recovered from waking up and already being in your own head.
“I dunno… coffee for sure.”
That got the smallest smile out of him.
“Okay, coffee. Anything else?”
You thought for a second before smiling,
“A croissant, maybe?”
“Of course,” he said as he stood up, reaching for the room service menu before sitting back down again, gently tugging you closer until you were standing between his knees. “C’mere,” he whispered distractedly while scanning the menu. “You look like you still need cuddles.”
Your heart squeezed unexpectedly at that, because if this was fake, he was very good at making it feel real. Still, you let him pull you closer, your hands resting gently on his shoulders while he wrapped one arm loosely around your waist and started reading the breakfast options out loud… like the conversation from earlier hadn’t almost changed everything between you.
Noah was still looking through the menu when he glanced up at you again, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly against your side before he quietly asked,
“What was it you wanted to talk about before?”
You looked down for a second, your fingers gently playing with the chain around his neck while you tried to figure out how to word it without sounding stupid, or too sensitive… but he noticed your hesitation.
“Hey,” he said softly, setting the menu down on the bed beside him so he could focus on you properly. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”
You swallowed.
“Some of the things you said last night just made me feel a little…” You hesitated again, searching for the word. “...weird.”
His brows pulled together in an instant.
“What do you mean?”
You looked away for a second before forcing yourself to continue.
“When we were having sex,” you said softly. “You kept saying stuff about… this being what you’re paying for.”
The second the words left your mouth, confusion crossed his face.
Not defensive confusion, but like he honestly had no idea what you meant at first.
“What?” He frowned. “I said that?”
You nodded.
“More than once… just worded differently.” You said quietly, almost embarrassed.
For a second he just stared at you, clearly replaying the night in his head. Then his entire face fell.
“Fuck,” he said quietly, one hand dragging across his jaw. “Baby…”
Your chest tightened slightly at the pet name, but it didn’t completely soothe the ache sitting there, and Noah looked genuinely frustrated with himself now.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, his voice softer now, more careful. “Jesus, I was so fucked out last night my brain wasn’t even working properly… you were making me feel too good.”
You stayed quiet, and then he stood up, his hands immediately finding your waist again like he needed to be close to you while he explained himself.
“I swear to you,” he said, looking directly into your eyes now, “That is not how I see you.”
“But you said it.” You whispered.
“I know.” He said, frowning a little with guilt. “And I’m sorry.”
You could tell that he meant it.
“I think…” he exhaled softly, trying to explain himself properly. “I think I was trying to lean into the whole dynamic we’ve been joking about, the sugar daddy thing, and it just came out wrong…” His hands rubbed gently up your arms. “I would never want you thinking I only brought you here for sex. I thought I made that clear.”
You nodded slightly, but the feeling in your chest didn’t fully disappear, because logically, you understood what he was saying. But emotionally, it didn’t change a thing. The doubt and insecurity still lingered. The reminder that Noah had money, power, and this whole life you didn’t fully fit into yet… that maybe you were just a pretty distraction for him. You heard the work call just now, and he sounded stressed, maybe you were just here to take his mind off it for the weekend.
He noticed that you still looked uncertain, and his face softened even more as one of his hands came up to tilt your chin gently toward him.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
You did.
“You think I’d hold you all night afterward if you were just some girl on my arm? You think I’d wait this long to take you to bed?”
You swallowed hard.
“I don’t know,” you whispered honestly. “Maybe that’s just who you are.”
You watched as his face fell, sadness creeping into his features, because now he was realising that this had gotten into your head far more deeply than he though. And for a moment, he looked like he was almost worried about losing you.
The longer he looked at you, the more guilty he felt. Like the idea that he’d genuinely hurt your feelings was eating away at him already. His hands stayed warm against your arms, his thumbs brushing softly over your skin while he searched your face carefully, like he was trying to figure out just how much damage he’d done.
“Fuck,” he breathed, more to himself this time. “I’m an idiot.”
You shook your head immediately.
“No, you’re not-”
“Yes, I am,” he interrupted softly, though there wasn’t any sharpness in it. “Because you’re standing here thinking you’re just some pretty thing I wanted to sleep with, and that’s… sweetheart, that’s not even close.”
Your heart ached at how sincere he sounded.
Noah exhaled slowly before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your forehead, his hands sliding around your waist afterward until he was holding you properly against him.
“You should’ve told me sooner, I wouldn’t have answered that call if I knew,” he whispered against your hair. “I hate that you woke up feeling like that.”
You melted into him a little despite yourself, your arms slowly wrapping around him too. And for a moment he just held you there quietly, like the world had paused for just the two of you.
But eventually he pulled back slightly, enough to look at you properly again.
“Okay,” he said softly, more determined now. “I’m fixing this.”
You blinked at him.
“Noah it’s-”
“Nope.” He pointed gently toward the bed. “Sit. I’m ordering breakfast and then I’m spending the rest of the day reminding you how spoiled and happy you should be feeling right now.”
That finally got the tiniest laugh out of you.
“There’s that smile.” He teased, clearly relieved to see it.
He kept one arm around your waist while reaching for the phone to call room service with the other, and you stayed tucked against his side listening to him casually order enough breakfast for an entire family. He asked for pancakes, pastries, fresh fruit, coffee, extra whipped cream because apparently “she deserves it,” and you rolled your eyes at that while he smirked into the phone.
Once breakfast arrived, Noah carried everything out to the balcony for you, the morning air cool and fresh against your skin and you had such a lovely view of Paris before you.
You wondered if it’d feel awkward after having that conversation, but it didn’t. If anything, Noah seemed even softer now and more attentive.
You sat cross legged in one of the chairs with a blanket wrapped around your legs while Noah sat beside you, one arm lazily draped behind you while you both picked at breakfast.
He watched you take a sip of coffee before speaking again.
“I have a few calls I need to take today,” he said carefully, like he was worried you’d take it the wrong way now. “But if I can get them rescheduled for when I’m back home, I will.” You looked over at him just as he reached over, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear gently. “The rest of today’s yours,” he said quietly. “I wanna take you wherever you wanna go. Shopping, lunch, sightseeing, whatever you want.”
A small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.
“Whatever I want?”
“Mm, dangerous, I know.”
You laughed softly, but the relief on his face at hearing it again was almost heartbreaking.
“I’m serious,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek now. “I wanna treat you like my princess today.”
Your stomach flipped embarrassingly at that, and you looked down into your coffee for a second, smiling shyly to yourself before glancing back up at him.
“Well, if I can get whatever I want… can my first request be cuddles in bed for a little longer?”
“Baby,” he leaned forward to press a kiss against your temple, “That’s the easiest yes you’re getting out of me all day.”
So once the two of you finished breakfast- once Noah was happy he had hand fed you enough strawberries, and got a laugh out of smudging a little cream on your nose- you found yourself back in the bedroom with him.
The bed was still messy from the night before, blankets tangled and pillows everywhere, the sunlight softly spilling over the sheets through the gap in the curtains. Noah climbed in first, settling back against the pillows with a happy sigh before reaching one arm toward you.
“Get over here.”
You smiled and crawled across the mattress towards him, and the second you were close enough he pulled you against his chest properly, wrapping both arms around you this time like he wanted you as close as possible, like he wanted to make sure you couldn’t escape.
You instantly melted into him. One of his hands slid slowly up and down your back beneath your tank top while the other rested warm against your thigh under the blanket, holding you there.
You stayed like this for a while, you just listened to his heartbeat beneath your cheek while his fingers traced little patterns against your skin. It felt nice. It felt safe and soft, it was the kind of comfort you didn’t realise you’d been craving until now.
“You still upset with me?” Noah asked eventually as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You lifted your head slightly, just enough to look up at him.
“No,” you admitted softly. “I was just overthinking.”
“Still,” he gave a little shrug. “I hate that I made you doubt things.”
You looked at him for a second before asking quietly,
“What is this then?”
The question slipped out before you could stop it, and you could tell it caught Noah off guard by the way he paused.
His fingers continued stroking slowly along your back while he looked down at you properly, like he wanted to answer you carefully.
“I don’t know yet,” he admitted honestly after a moment. “But I know I like spending time with you.”
Your heart fluttered at that.
“I like waking up with you,” he continued quietly. “I like taking care of you. I like when you get excited over stupid little things and I love seeing you smile.”
A tiny smile pulled at your lips.
“And,” he added softly, brushing his nose against yours, “I definitely like this.”
Your cheeks warmed.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
You looked at him for another second before smiling shyly and hiding your face back against his chest, making him laugh quietly under his breath.
“You’re so cute.”
“Shut up.” You laughed.
His hand slipped up into your hair then, fingertips gently scratching against your scalp in a way that made you melt further into him with an embarrassingly content sigh.
You stayed tangled together for another hour after that, half dozing beneath the blankets while Noah occasionally kissed your forehead or rubbed your back, and every now and then you’d catch him just… looking at you.
Eventually, after a while, Noah finally spoke.
“So… shopping?”
Your head snapped up.
“Oh, now she’s interested.” Noah chuckled.
“You promised princess treatment.” You smiled.
“Did I now?” He smirked, squeezing you slightly closer. “Guess I better stick to my word.”
…
You stayed in bed for another ten minutes, until you decided you want to start getting ready for the day. There was no rush, no time limit, Noah was letting you take as long as you wanted.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror doing your makeup in your own time, and Noah stood beside you, doing his skincare. Even without looking directly at him, you could feel him watching you every now and then. You caught it in the mirror, the way his eyes drifted toward you while he rubbed in his moisturiser, the way he watched you do your mascara while he pretended to fix his hair.
Then he stopped being so subtle with it. Noah was getting dressed, pulling on his trousers, then he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, and you caught him staring.
“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Noah didn’t even pretend to look away.
“Nothing,” he said with a smile, his hands planted on the top of the doorframe. “You’re just pretty.”
Your stomach fluttered, and you looked away before he could see you blush.
“You’re distracting me.” You said, not looking back up.
“Mhm, too bad.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile as you went back to your makeup, though it became significantly harder to focus once Noah disappeared to finish getting changed.
Because when he walked back out… Jesus Christ.
He looked delicious. He was wearing his pair of fancy black pants, paired with a simple black t-shirt and a jacket you’ve never seen before. It was a corduroy jacket, a pretty blue-grey colour, with a big buckle detail on the collar.
God, he always looked so put together, and he made it seem effortless.
You looked up through the mirror again and immediately caught the tiny smirk forming on his lips from the way your eyes lingered on him.
“Don’t…” You warned playfully.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that.”
His grin widened slightly as he started closing the distance and wandered towards you slowly.
“How am I looking at you?”
You huffed softly, trying to focus on your lip liner instead of the fact he was now directly behind you, his chest almost brushing against your back.
“Like you know just what you do to me.”
Noah’s hands settled softly on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder while both of you looked at each other through the mirror.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, lips dangerously close to your ear now, “I absolutely know what I do to you.”
You felt heat rush to your cheeks, and he watched it happen in real time, and looked far too pleased with himself. Then he took a proper look at you in the mirror, your hair, makeup, outfit… and a little fond smile tugged at his lips.
“You look gorgeous.” He said quietly, sincerely.
Your heart ached at the softness in his voice, but before you could say anything, he let out a little chuckle under his breath, like he’d just thought of something.
“We’re gonna have to buy you another suitcase today.”
“What? Why?” You asked innocently.
“Because,” he smirked, “You’ll look so cute carrying my credit card around Paris… I’d buy you the whole fucking city if you asked.”
…
You and Noah walked hand in hand down the street, until your eye caught one of the shops. You slowed down by the window and glanced inside, and Noah smiled in amusement.
“You wanna go in there?” He asked.
You looked at him cautiously, almost like you were checking whether he meant it.
“…Can we?”
Noah huffed a soft laugh through his nose, squeezing your hand gently before guiding you toward the entrance.
“I brought you to Paris to spoil you. Go nuts, baby.”
The second you stepped inside, it felt like entering another world. Everything looked expensive, the store smelled expensive, the employees were even dressed expensive. You felt a little intimated by it, but tried not to show it.
“Don’t overthink it,” Noah whispered as he rested his hand gently against your lower back, “Just have fun. Buy whatever you think looks cute.”
You nodded your head, before making your way towards the perfume section. All the bottles looked so pretty, and you pointed a few out to one of the sales assistant as you asked to test them.
You took one of them, spraying a little onto the tester strip before smelling it, and your eyes widened.
“Oh my god.”
Noah watched you with amusement again.
“You like that one?”
You nodded quickly before trying another… then another. Within ten minutes your wrists smelled like heaven and you were happily pointing out your favourites to Noah as he leaned casually beside the counter listening to you ramble.
“Smell this one.” You said, holding out one of the tester strips to him.
He leaned down obediently, taking a slow breath before nodding once.
“Mm,” he hummed. “You wear that around me and I’m cancelling our dinner reservations.”
Heat crept into your cheeks at his words, and like usual Noah looked ever so pleased with himself.
Eventually you decided on your two favourites, fully expecting to put them back afterwards and move on through the store- but just as you turned to walk away, Noah waved to the sales assistant.
“We’ll take both.” He smiled, pulling out his wallet.
“Noah?” Your eyes widened, but he looked at you like he genuinely didn’t understand the problem.
“What?”
“They’re really expensive.”
“Mhm.”
“And you’re just buying them?”
He gave you another confused look.
“You liked them, didn’t you?”
He made it sound so simple, but you couldn’t help but hesitate. You’d never treated yourself like this before, no budget or spending limits, it wasn’t so easy for you to just pick something up and ask for it…
But again, that’s why you’re here…
So you let Noah pay for them, and he took the little bag for you, carrying it around the store while you looked at other things.
Then something else caught your attention. The most gorgeous little black handbag. You must’ve stared at it for maybe a second too long, because Noah noticed, and a little smile spread across his face.
“You like that too?” He asked.
You tore your eyes away immediately.
“I’m not saying that out loud.”
That made him laugh quietly.
“Why not?”
“Because that costs more than my rent!”
Noah glanced toward the bag before looking back at you again.
“…And?”
You stared at him.
“Noah-”
He stepped a little closer to you, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke again.
“Tell me you’d like it.” He said softly, “I’m going to buy it for you, but I want to hear you say it. I want you to know it’s okay to like things and want things. We’re here so I can spoil the fuck out of you… but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what you want.”
You nodded your head, swallowing hard before asking,
“I’d like the bag, please.” You said slowly, feeling your tummy flutter.
He smiled before kissing your cheek.
“That’s my girl.”
Before you could recover from that, he turned toward the sales assistant again.
“We’ll take the bag too.”
Twenty minutes later you walked back out onto the Paris streets carrying two luxury shopping bags in one hand while Noah held your other.
You looked down at the bags that you insisted you carry, then up at him.
“This is literally the first store… we’ve got a whole street to get through.”
Noah grinned slowly.
“I know.”
…
You genuinely thought Noah was joking when he said you’d need another suitcase, but the more shops you walked into, the more you believed it.
You spotted a pretty pair of sunglasses, and smiled the moment you tried them on, turning to Noah and looked up at him through your lashes as you said I’d like these ones, please.
Then he walked you directly into the next store, and the next, and you bought at least something from each one.
Another new bag, a pair of the most gorgeous heels you had ever set your eyes upon- there was also a lingerie section in one of the stores, and Noah was trying to talk you into buying a new set… little did he know, you packed the set he bought you a few days ago, and you planned on wearing it for him before the end of the trip.
You found yourselves walking out of another store with yet another shopping bag, and Noah looked down at you with an amused grin.
“You don’t have to hold all those y’know,” he reached a hand out, “You’ve seen how big these hands are, baby. They’re good for more than one thing.” He smirked, and your eyes widened in surprise.
You blushed, and he used your surprise to his advantage as he took each bag from your hands.
“Better?”
All you could do was nod your head, and you forced out a little yep… of course he smirked.
“Good.”
You walked a little further, until he stopped outside a store, looking through the window.
“Mind if we go in here?” He asked gently, and you nodded your head.
“Of course!”
So you followed him in. This was a menswear store, and as you glanced around, you could see he fit right in here…
So why was he hesitating?
He stood there for a moment, looking around without actually looking at anything. It was like he was deciding whether he even needed anything, like he was deciding if he should just walk out.
“You wanted to come in here?” You asked, glancing up at him.
“Yeah,” he nodded, but it came out slightly slower than usual, and less certain. “Just… wanted to look at a couple things.”
You wandered a little ahead while he drifted toward the rails of clothing, your bags pushed up his arms so his fingers could brush along jackets and shirts, bt he didn’t pull anything out properly at first. He just looked.
And it almost felt like he was thinking too much about it.
“You don’t have to rush,” you said softly, stopping beside him, “We have all day.”
Noah glanced at you, and for a second his expression softened.
“I’m not rushing.” He said, but even he didn’t sound fully convinced.
You tilted your head slightly.
“Now you’re overthinking it.”
That made him huff a quiet laugh through his nose.
“Am I that obvious?”
“A little.” You said with a soft smile.
He looked back at the clothes again, his hand pausing on a black shirt before letting it go like he’d changed his mind at the last second.
You watched him carefully, and couldn’t help but think how strange this was. Because this was the same man who, less than an hour ago, had bought you perfume and a handbag without even looking at the price, he didn’t hesitate to buy you a Dior handbag or a pair of Prada sunglasses.
But for himself he seemed almost unsure…
“You don’t have to justify anything you pick up,” you said gently, stepping a little closer. “You know that, right?”
Noah didn’t answer straight away. After a couple moments, he just shrugged.
“I guess I just don’t really think about myself like that.”
That made your brows knit slightly.
“What do you mean?”
He exhaled slowly, glancing at you for a moment before looking away again.
“I’m used to buying things for other people,” he said simply. “Tour stuff, band stuff, gifts for friends… whatever. I don’t really-” He paused, then shook his head slightly like he didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
There was a quiet moment between you. You stared up at him, before reaching for his free hand, and the moment you did, he curled his fingers around yours.
“Noah, you just bought me half of Paris.” You chuckled softly, which finally got a small smile out of him.
“Yeah,” he admitted, looking down at your hands now instead of the clothes. “But you’re different. You know that.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest, and your face softened… but before could even say anything, Noah seemed to catch himself, like he didn’t want the moment to get too serious.
So he exhaled, squeezed your hand once, then nodded toward the rails.
“Help me pick something out then.”
You smiled a little.
“Bossy now?”
“Mm, only when I need to be.” He said, a hint of his usual teasing coming back.
So you wandered through the store together, picking things up and holding them up against him, giving him your opinions.
But then you pointed out a jacket. It looked like one he owned already, just with a few more details… but this one actually made him pause.
“This one’s actually nice.” He admitted.
You grinned.
“Oh? We found something you don’t hate?”
He rolled his eyes slightly but didn’t argue this time.
Instead, he tried it on, and when he stepped out of the fitting room a few minutes later, adjusting the sleeves slightly… you went very quiet. You bit down on your lip, because somehow he looked even better.
“What?” Noah asked, watching your expression change as your eyes dragged over him.
Then you stepped closer, tilting your head as you looked at him properly now.
“I think you should get it.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded your head, and he gave you a smile.
“Guess I’m getting it then.”
You grinned back, pleased he also decided to treat himself.
And after paying, your feet were aching and his hands and arms were finally full… so you both decided to head back to the hotel.
…
“Tired?” Noah asked while the two of you stood in the elevator going up to your floor.
You let out a small laugh.
“A little.”
He hummed, stepping closer as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
“Good thing I’m feeding you next.”
You looked up at him as you followed him down the corridor.
“Is that another expensive surprise?” You smirked.
“No,” he said casually, unlocking the room. “Just lunch.”
You narrowed your eyes as he pushed the door open, because that sounded suspiciously simple… but he only smirked as he dropped the shopping bags down with the few that were already leaning against the sofa.
You stretched your arms above your head with a groan, and Noah watched you for a moment, leaning against the edge of the table.
“Wanna go freshen up?” He asked softly, “Then we’ll find somewhere to go for lunch?”
You nodded your head, reaching for your deodorant, perfume and makeup bag. But before you could step into the bathroom, he reached for your wrist, and pulled you close for a moment, just long enough for him to press a quick kiss to your forehead.
You couldn’t help but smile as he let you go, and you shook your head as you disappeared into the bathroom.
When you came back out, Noah was already waiting by the door, phone in hand, and he glanced up with a little smile as you reached for your bag.
“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded.
You complained about your feet still hurting, so instead of walking he called a cab for you two, and you got dropped off a few feet away from a fancy cafe. You thought it looked pretty on the outside, but your face lit up as you stepped inside.
Noah pulled out your chair for you like the gentleman he is, and then he took the seat opposite you. You were sitting next to a window, which had a view of a gorgeous looking park, and you couldn’t help but just smile.
Noah’s plan worked. You were happy, you felt relaxed… this trip was just what you needed.
You two talked for a while, then you ordered. Your drinks came first, and you couldn’t help but steal a sip of his since it looked too good.
At one point, he leaned back slightly in his chair, studying you for a moment before speaking again.
“You enjoying today?”
You didn’t even have to think about it.
“Yeah,” you said honestly. “A lot.”
You watched as your words made him smile warmly, and he nodded his head.
“Good.” He said softly, very pleased with your answer.
It wasn’t long until your plates came… and a couple minutes later, while he was mid bite, Noah’s phone lit up on the table.
You noticed it before he did, your eyes drifting to the screen as it vibrated softly against the wooden table. Noah saw your expression change and followed your gaze, then his little smile faded.
“Oh shit.” He said under his breath.
You watched him pick it up, already knowing from the shift in his posture that this wasn’t one of those calls he could ignore.
He stared at the screen for a second longer than you liked, like he was wondering whether he should take it or not… but then he exhaled.
“I’m so sorry.” He said quietly, looking up at you.
You shook your head immediately.
“It’s okay, take it.”
But he didn’t look entirely convinced...
Still, he stood up, leaning down slightly to press a quick kiss to your temple, his hand resting on the back of your chair for a moment.
“I’ll be five minutes,” he said. “Just stay here, yeah?”
You nodded.
“Yeah, of course.”
He hesitated again, like he didn’t want to take the call, he didn’t want to leave…
But then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his card, and gently slid it across the table toward you. Your brows lifted, and you tilted your head up to look at him again.
“Noah-“
“Just in case,” he said softly, cutting you off before you could protest. “Order more if you want, get another drink. Don’t wait for me. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
And then he left.
You stared at the plate in front of you for a moment, then at the practically untouched food on Noah’s side.
I’ll be five minutes, is what he said. So you waited… at first it didn’t seem like a big deal. You scrolled on your phone, sipped on your drink, glanced out the window.
But then ten minutes passed, ten turned to fifteen, fifteen turned to twenty, and Noah still hadn’t come back.
You eventually forced yourself to eat, picking at your lunch because you knew Noah said not to wait for him, and if he walked back in to see you had waited this long, he’d blame himself, and you didn't want that.
You tried to tell yourself it was fine, Noah was a busy guy, he told you so himself. He takes his work seriously, and some things you just can’t ignore. But it didn’t help the worry and slight disappointment from pressing on your chest.
But even as you ate from your plate, your eyes drifted to his, his almost full glass and his empty seat.
Every now and then you glanced toward the entrance again, hoping to see him walking back in with that apologetic look he wore this morning.
But he didn’t.
By the time nearly forty five minutes had passed, your chest just felt heavy. You weren’t even angry, you just felt sad.
So you finally gave up waiting, quietly asking for the bill. The waitress smiled politely as she brought the machine over, and you hated how awkward you suddenly felt sitting there alone at a table meant for two.
After paying, you took your things, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, and you stepped out of the cafe. You adjusted your bag over your shoulder as the door shut behind you, and you pulled your phone out to text him-
But then you spotted him.
He was a few tables down outside another café across the street, still on the phone, and he looked stressed as fuck. He had one elbow resting on the table, his hand tiredly dragging through his hair. His sunglasses sat abandoned on the table in front him, and even from here you could tell the conversation wasn’t going well.
“…No, because that’s not what I fucking said.” You heard him snap into the phone, and you felt your heart sink.
You’d never really seen him like this before. No teasing or soft smiles, he looked exhausted, and under a lot of pressure.
So this was the version of him he had clearly been trying to keep from you...
As if sensing you nearby, Noah suddenly looked up, and the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression softened. A sad little smile tugged at his mouth as he held one finger up toward the phone, as if he was silently apologising for still being on the call.
You walked over slowly and sat down opposite him without saying anything, and Noah’s hand reached across the table in an instant, his palm open like an invitation. So you rested your hand in his while he continued talking… or arguing.
His thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly while he listened to whoever was on the other end, his eyes shutting in frustration.
“No,” he said more tiredly this time. “I understand that, but that doesn’t change the fact that we only have two weeks. How the fuck are we going to find someone-”
You watched him carefully, and suddenly you felt everything click into place and make sense. Because Noah spent so much time trying to make your life easier, trying to take your stress away, trying to make you feel cared for and spoiled and protected.
But clearly Noah was carrying a lot more than he let you see.
You thought about the hesitation earlier in the clothing store, the way he found it easier spending money on other people than himself, the way he immediately panicked this morning when he thought he’d hurt your feelings, and now this, sitting outside in Paris, looking exhausted while trying to juggle work calls he clearly couldn’t escape from even here.
Your chest ached for him, and suddenly you didn’t just want Noah to spoil you. You wanted to take care of him too.
Noah glanced at you again while the person on the phone continued talking, and his expression softened further when he realised you weren’t upset, just worried.
His thumb stroked slowly across your hand again, then he finally said into the phone,
“Look. I’m not even in the country right now, I’ll call back when I get home, okay? Thank you.”
Before the other person could argue, he hung up. He tossed his phone down onto the table and let out a long sigh, rubbing one hand over his face before looking at you properly.
“…I’m so fucking sorry,” he said quietly, “I didn’t realise how long I was-”
“Noah,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “Don’t worry. You can’t help it.”
He looked genuinely worn down, completely exhausted. So for a moment, you were both quiet, his thumb still stroking back and forth over your hand.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”
“You don’t have to apologise.” You said gently, cutting him off again.
His jaw tightened.
“Yes, I do,” he said softly. “I brought you here and then left you sitting alone for almost an hour.”
You shook your head immediately.
“It’s your work, Noah.”
“I know, but-”
“But nothing,” you interrupted again. “You couldn’t help it.”
He looked down for a moment, clearly frustrated with himself anyway.
“I just didn’t want this trip turning into…” He exhaled sharply, gesturing towards the phone sitting on the table. “That.”
Your expression softened.
“You don’t have to hide it from me, y’know.”
That made him look back up at you again, and he looked a little caught off guard by that.
“What?”
“You don’t have to pretend everything’s perfect all the time,” you said quietly. “I know you’re stressed.”
Noah’s thumb slowed slightly against your hand.
“But I made you a promise, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.” He said almost under his breath.
You smiled sadly.
“And who takes care of you?”
That question seemed to hit him harder than you expected, and he immediately went quiet. His eyes looked away from yours for a moment like he genuinely didn’t know how to answer, and then you realised… maybe nobody did.
Maybe he was so used to being the one everyone relied on that he didn’t even know what it felt like to let someone else carry some of the weight, and just the thought of that made your heart hurt.
You squeezed his hand gently.
“You look tired.” You said, “Do you want to go back to the room?”
He didn’t answer that for a moment. You assumed he maybe wanted to say yes, but he didn’t know if that’s what you wanted.
“Do you mind?” He asked, and you shook your head.
“Not at all.”
…
So after that, Noah ordered a car back to the hotel, and the ride was rather quiet. You sat beside him, your head resting on his shoulder, and he had his arm around you. He kept apologising, and you kept reassuring him… all the way up to the room.
“Seriously, it’s not a problem.” You said as you stepped through the door, “But we are going to spend the rest of the day doing nothing, okay? It’s clear you need this break just as much as I do.”
Your shoes got kicked off by the door, you tossed your bag down onto the sofa, and you two spent the rest of the afternoon here. At one point you ended up curled beside him on the sofa watching some French reality show, laughing every time Noah tried to translate despite clearly having no idea what was happening or what was being said.
But other times it was quieter, he’d be on the bed answering some emails from his phone with you laying half on top of him, his hand rubbing lazily up and down your back. You’d steal little kisses whenever you felt like it, until the two of you were smiling against each other's lips.
Eventually, Noah relaxed. But every now and then, you still caught him zoning out, clearly thinking about work again, but instead of brushing it off, he’d just pull you closer and press his face into your neck, letting out a groan as he complained about how his mind would just keep going back to the phone call. But every time, you’d kiss his forehead and told him it’s okay.
Hours passed, and by the evening, the city outside had started glowing with golden lights, the sky deepening slowly into a dark blue, and you were both still laying together in bed when Noah finally broke the comfortable silence.
“You wanna go watch the tower sparkle tonight?”
You lifted your head slightly from where it rested against his chest.
“You’d go all the way back out just for that?”
Noah looked down at you like the answer was obvious.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay.” You smiled softly.
So an hour later, the two of you were walking slowly through Paris again, this time in the cool evening air, and dressed a lot comfier. Noah was in a black hoodie and a pair of joggers, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held yours, and you wore a comfy hoodie and a pair of leggings, not feeling so fussed about how you looked anymore.
Eventually you reached the river again, finding a quieter spot where the tower stood glowing against the dark sky, and you leaned against Noah’s side while you waited, his arm settling around your shoulders to keep you warm.
Then suddenly, the lights came on, making the tower sparkle. You gasped softly despite already knowing it was coming, but still looking up at it in awe- and beside you, Noah looked down at you, since apparently your reaction was better than the landmark in front of him.
Your eyes stayed fixed upward, your expression soft with wonder while the lights reflected softly in your eyes.
“Glad we came to Paris?” He asked suddenly, and you turned to face him.
“Totally.” You smiled, “Are you?”
“Of course.” He nodded his head, “This is what makes it worth it.”
Once the twinkling lights stopped, you both slowly made your way back to the hotel, picking up a couple crepes on the way back of course. You talked the whole way back, and for some reason you couldn’t help but notice how much lighter you felt now compared to earlier- maybe because after today, after seeing a side of him he clearly didn’t let a lot of people see, you just felt closer to him.
By the time you made it back to the room, your cheeks were cold from the evening air and you immediately slipped off your shoes with a relieved sigh. Noah laughed quietly from behind you while shrugging his hoodie off, leaving him topless- you assumed he was about to shower anyway.
“Long day?” He teased when he heard your sigh.
You turned and narrowed your eyes at him.
“Do you realise how much walking we’ve done?”
Noah grinned, shaking his head as he walked toward you.
“But was it worth it?” He asked, his hands finding your waist and pulling you gently into him until your chest rested against his.
“Obviously.” You smiled as you looked up at him.
He still looked tired, but not from stress anymore. His hair was a little messy from the wind outside, and his eyes looked heavy from the long day.
Your chest ached a little, because he’d spent so much time taking care of you, spoiling you, holding you together this morning when your mind had run away with itself. Taking you shopping, making you laugh, carrying your bags, carrying everything.
You lifted your hands slowly, brushing your fingers softly along his jaw, and Noah looked down at you immediately.
“What’s that look for?” He asked.
“Nothing.” You smiled shyly.
“Mhm.”
His hands rubbed slowly against your sides.
“I just…” you started softly, your fingers tracing lightly over the back of his neck. “I know we did it last night... and I know you said it isn’t expected, it’s not part of the deal… but what if I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you…?”
Noah’s expression softened, and his forehead rested gently against yours.
“You don’t have to do anything for me.”
“I know.” You smiled a little. “But I want to.”
He just looked at you for a moment, and his eyes were saying everything his words couldn’t… then he slowly leaned down, and kissed you softly. This wasn’t teasing or playful, it was warm and full of everything he wished he had the words to say.
You kissed him back, your hands around his neck pulling him deeper into it. The kiss had started slow and warm, but it was quickly becoming needier and hungrier.
You felt Noah’s hands- still cold from being outside- slide under your hoodie, coming up to your bare waist as he pulled you even closer.
That’s when you pulled back just enough to rest your forehead against his, breathing softly.
“I’m wearing something for you.” You whispered.
Noah’s eyebrows lifted slightly, curiosity sparking in his tired eyes.
“Yeah?” He asked, his voice low, “What are you wearing, baby?”
You bit your lip, suddenly feeling a little shy again, then took his hands and guided them to the hem of your hoodie.
“Take it off and see.”
Noah’s breath hitched, but he slowly pulled your hoodie up and over your head, revealing the beautiful red lace bra he’d bought for you just a few days ago, before you came here. The set he told you wasn’t for him… but you wanted it to be him (and only him) that saw you in it.
Noah froze for a moment, staring at you, his lips parted as his eyes drunk in the sight before him.
“Fuck…” He breathed.
“I wanted to surprise you,” you said, your cheeks suddenly feeling warm, “Wanted to make you feel good after taking care of me.”
Noah let out a shaky breathy exhale, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through the lace. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, making them harden, making your head spin.
“Baby…” His voice was now hoarse, “You have no idea what you do to me… walking around Paris looking so innocent… while wearing this underneath?”
He leaned down to kiss you again, deeper and needier this time. His hands roamed over the lace, squeezing your soft tits, then slid down to grip your ass.
“You’re spoiling me now,” he smiled against your lips, “My sweet girl… god, I don’t deserve you.”
You smiled shyly again, flustered now as you reached down, palming him through his joggers.
“Let me take care of you tonight,” you whispered, “Please?”
Noah groaned softly, before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, and slowly pulling them off, revealing the matching set. He took a step back, carefully putting your leggings down on the table, before taking in the sight of you.
“Turn around for me, princess.”
You did, and he groaned a low curse, hands immediately gripping your hips, pulling your ass back against him so you could feel how quick he was getting hard for you.
“Look at you…” he whispered, kissing the back of your neck as his hands roamed your body. “So fucking beautiful. I’m never taking this off you. I might just keep you in lace for the rest of the trip.”
He took your hand, and pulled you along with him towards the bed. You lied against the pillows and he crawled over you, kissing you slow and deep while his hands explored every inch of the lingerie.
“You want to make me feel good?” He asked against your lips. “Then let me fuck you in this pretty set.”
Kissed him back, suddenly feeling shy even though you were the one who started this. Your fingers traced down his chest, then lower, brushing over the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Actually, Noah?” You whispered against his lips, your voice small.
“Hm?”
You looked up at him through your lashes, cheeks warm.
“Can I… suck you first?” You asked softly. “I want to make you feel good.”
Noah let out a slow, shaky breath, his cock twitching under your hand.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, his voice already rough. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
He sat up against the headboard and pulled you between his legs. You knelt there in your pretty lingerie, looking up at him with nervous but eager eyes as he took off his joggers. Fuck, he was already hard, thick, and heavy in your hand...
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the tip, then slowly took him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, kissed softly up the length, while watching his jaw tick as he tried to keep himself contained. You then tried to take him as deep as you could- but the moment he hit the back of your throat you gagged, eyes watering as you pulled back with a soft cough.
Noah’s hand immediately cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping the one tear that fell.
“Easy,” he said softly. “You don’t have to take it all if it’s too much.”
You nodded, but you were determined, and tried again. You took him deeper this time, but still gagged, pulling off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. Your eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and effort.
Noah groaned quietly, clearly turned on by how hard you were trying.
“Oh baby…” he cooed, voice warm and a little condescending in the sweetest and sexiest way. He brushed your hair back from your face. “Look at you trying so hard to take my cock. You want to be good for me so badly, don’t you?”
You nodded, lips shiny, breathing a little shaky.
“I want to take you deeper… but you’re bigger than I’ve ever taken,” you whispered. “I just want to make you feel really good.”
Noah’s eyes darkened with lust and affection. He gently guided your head back down, not pushing, just resting his hand in your hair.
“You’re already making me feel so good, princess,” he praised. “But we’ll train this pretty throat, okay? We’ll work on it together. One day you’ll be able to take every inch like a good girl, but for now, just use that sweet mouth however you can. I love watching you try for me.”
You whimpered around his cock at his words and tried again, sucking him with everything you had- sloppy, eager, and determined. Even though you kept gagging, you didn’t stop, bobbing your head and stroking what you couldn’t fit.
Noah’s head fell back against the headboard with a deep groan, fingers tightening gently in your hair.
“Fuck… that’s it, baby. Just like that. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. God, you’re so good to me.”
He looked down at you again, his eyes soft but dark.
“If it's what you really want, why don’t you let me fuck your mouth a little, baby?” He rasped, “I’ll be gentle, just relax for me. And if it's too much, just tap my thigh.”
You whimpered around his cock and nodded as best you could, so Noah started rocking his hips slowly, fucking your mouth with shallow and controlled thrusts. He didn’t go too deep, he was careful and he stuck to his word, but the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock fucking your mouth filled the room, and it sent shivers down his spine.
“Fuck… that’s it, just like that,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded as he watched you. “Look at you… taking my cock so well. You’re so perfect, baby…”
Drool spilled from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your chest. Your eyes watered, but you kept sucking, looking up at him with that desperate, eager expression. The more messy and sloppy you got, the more turned on both you and Noah became.
Which is funny, because you had never actually enjoyed sucking dick before...
But then he pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, breathing hard, his cock glistening with your spit.
“Come here, princess.” He said, his voice rough.
He grabbed you gently but firmly and pulled you up the bed, laying you on your back. When he started kissing down your body, you realised what he was doing.
“Noah… wait-” you protested softly as he kissed the waistband of your lace thong, your cheeks burning. “You don’t have to. I wanted to make you feel good tonight. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me because-”
Noah looked up at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark and hungry, but his voice was warm.
“Oh baby,” he cooed, pressing a slow kiss to your inner thigh. “Trust me… eating this pretty pussy brings me just as much pleasure as your mouth on my cock. Maybe even more.”
He kissed lower, right over the damp lace covering your pussy.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting you again all day,” he confessed. “Let me have you... please?”
You hesitated for half a second, then nodded shyly.
“Okay.”
Noah smiled and pulled your panties to the side. But instead of feeling his mouth on you like you were expecting, you felt the bed dip beside you, and before you could process the way he moved, he was pulling you on top of him.
“If I’m eating this pussy I’m doing it properly. Sit, baby,” he ordered softly, hands squeezing your thighs as you straddled his chest. “Don’t hover. I want you to sit on my fucking face.”
Your face burned with embarrassment, but the way he was looking up at you- like he was starving- made you obey. So you slowly lowered yourself onto his mouth.
The moment your pussy touched his tongue, Noah groaned loudly and pulled you down even harder, making it impossible for you to move anywhere as he buried his face between your thighs. He ate you like a man starved, slow, wet, messy licks, sucking on your clit, then dragging his tongue through your folds and pushing it inside you.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned into your pussy, the vibration making you whimper. “Ride my face, baby. Use me. Make yourself feel good- your pleasure is my pleasure.”
His hands gripped your ass, encouraging you to grind against his tongue. He was completely lost in you- slurping, sucking, groaning against your soaked folds like nothing else mattered.
Your heart was racing as you braced your hands on the headboard, thighs shaking as he devoured you even with the lingerie still on.
He groaned loudly against your pussy as you started to rock your hips and ride his face, his hands gripping your ass tightly, pulling you down impossibly harder onto his face. He sucked and licked at your clit, his eyes dazed but locked on yours whenever you looked down.
You were shaking now, your fingers tangled in his soft hair, little desperate sounds spilling from your lips as he brought you closer and closer to the edge
“Right there Noah, oh god-” You gasped as you felt his nose nudge your clit while his tongue lapped at your entrance.
He moaned into you and then moved back up and sucked your clit harder, flicking his tongue perfectly until your thighs clamped around his head and you came with a broken cry. Your whole body trembled as pleasure rolled through you, your hips rocking weakly against his mouth while he worked you through it, drinking you down like he couldn’t get enough.
When he was done with you, Noah gently lifted you off his face and laid you down on your back in the middle of the bed. You were flushed and breathing hard, your heart beating so hard you were surprised he couldn’t hear it.
He hovered over you, peppering little kisses across your face as you slowly came down.
“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, brushing your slightly damp hair back. “You want more, or wanna call it a night?”
You shook your head, reaching up to touch his chest.
“More... just gimme a sec.”
Noah smiled, slow and warm. He hooked his fingers into the cups of your bra and tugged them down, letting your soft tits spill out over the lace, and the sight made him groan quietly.
“Fuck… look at you.” He whispered.
He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand kneaded the other breast. At the same time, he rubbed his hard cock against the soaked crotch of your lace panties, grinding slowly, letting you feel how much he wanted you.
You whimpered, arching into his mouth as your hands found his hair again, holding him right there- but after a few moments, Noah pulled back, kissing you deeply as he reached down and pulled your panties to the side. He lined himself up, his tip nudging your entrance as he slowly eased inside you.
Both of you let out soft, breathy moans as he sank in.
“Oh my god…” You whispered, clutching at his shoulders.
Noah buried his face in your neck, breathing hard as he bottomed out, staying there for a moment so you could adjust to him- and because if he moved too quick, he’d cum too quickly.
“You feel too fucking good,” he whispered against your skin before pressing a little kiss on your shoulder. “So warm and tight around me, baby.”
He slowly started moving with deep and tender rolls of his hips. There was nothing rushed about it. With every thrust, he made sure he was grinding against that perfect spot inside you while he kissed you softly, sucking on your bottom lip, whispering praise between kisses.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he breathed. “Just take me nice and slow… let me make love to you, let me apologise for being a dick last night.”
His hand came up to cup your breast again, his thumb brushing over your nipple, before he gently pinched it between his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “So pretty… and you’re wearing this for me?… letting me have you like this? I’m so fucking lucky.”
Noah kissed you slowly again, but then he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him without ever slipping out of you. You were chest to chest, and his hands settled on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh gently.
“Ride me, baby, please,” he pleaded against your lips. “I want to watch you take what you need. Make yourself feel good on me.”
You sat up, and Noah’s eyes darkened as he took you in- your flushed cheeks, messy hair, lingerie slightly askew, your bra tugged beneath your tits, his cock buried deep inside you. Then you started moving, a little slow and shy at first, rocking your hips back and forth. Noah groaned, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his hands swallowing them whole.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he praised softly. “Nice and slow. Use me however you want tonight.”
His words helped you grow bolder, bracing your hands on his chest as you started bouncing on him. The wet sounds of your skin slapping together filled the room. Noah’s eyes stayed glued to you, completely mesmerized.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, voice rough as he pulled the cups of your bra back up to cover your breasts again. “Look at how pretty your tits look bouncing in that lace.”
You moaned, moving faster, chasing the pleasure. Noah’s hands gripped your ass, helping guide you, occasionally spanking you lightly just to hear the sweet sound you made.
But after a few minutes, he sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply.
“Come with me, baby.” He whispered.
He walked you into the bathroom, towards the mirror above the counter, and turned you so your back was against his chest. You could see everything- your flushed face, the way your tits were already spilling out of the lace bra again, Noah’s massive tattooed hand on your tummy, holding you in place as his cock rubbed against you from behind.
“Look,” he whispered against your ear, “Look how pretty you are, baby. Now bend over, hands on the counter.”
You obeyed, and felt as he easily pushed back into you. You took in a sharp breath as he fucked you even deeper in this position while you both watched in the mirror. One of his hands wrapped around your throat gently, pulling you up so your back was against his chest, and his other hand slid down to rub your clit in slow circles.
“See that?” He groaned, his lips brushing your ear. “See how well your pussy takes me? Like you were made for me, baby.”
You whimpered, unable to look away from the reflection. The sight of his tall, broad body behind you, muscles flexing as he thrust into you, was overwhelming.
Noah kissed your neck, then bit down gently as he fucked you a little harder.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he ordered, eyes locked on yours in the reflection. “Tell me how good it feels.”
You watched yourselves in the mirror, mesmerized by the sight, and your voice came out breathy and soft.
“You feel so good,” you whispered, eyes locked on his in the reflection. “So deep… I love how full you make me feel.”
Noah groaned, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he rolled his hips deeper.
“Yeah? You like how I stretch you, baby?” He asked tenderly.
You nodded, cheeks flushed.
“I’m so close already… but I want to cum with you… and I want it inside… please?”
Noah’s expression melted with affection. He kissed the side of your neck gently, then slowly pulled out of you. He turned you around and led you back to the bed, helping you lay down and making sure you were comfy.
Then he hovered over you, brushing your hair out of your face.
“You sure you want me to cum inside you, sweetheart?” He asked softly, his eyes searching yours. “You’re on birth control, right?”
You nodded, pulling him closer.
“Yes, I’m on it. I want to feel you, all of you.”
Noah kissed you deeply, full of adoration and warmth, then pulled back just enough to ask,
“What’s your favourite position, pretty girl? I want to make you feel perfect.”
You blushed a little but answered honestly.
“...missionary? I like being able to see you and hold you...”
He smiled softly and settled between your legs, spreading them gently. He lined himself up and slowly pushed back inside you, both of you letting out quiet moans as he filled you again.
“That’s it,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. “Nice and deep. Just like this.”
He started moving again, keeping his slightly dazed eyes on yours. One of his hands then laced with yours, pinning it gently above your head. The other cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek.
“You make me feel so good,” he breathed, kissing you softly between thrusts. “So warm and tight around me… I love being inside you like this.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer and deeper.
“I’m getting close again.” You whimpered, your voice shaky as your eyes fell shut.
Noah nodded, breathing heavier but keeping his pace steady and deep.
“Me too, baby. Stay with me, okay?” He kissed you again, slower this time. “Look at me. I want us to cum together.”
He kept his rhythm perfect and hit exactly where you needed him. His hand stayed on your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he watched you intently.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “My pretty girl… cum with me, let me feel you.”
Your orgasm built and built until it became too much, and finally washed over you. You moaned his name, clenching tightly around him as pleasure washed over you like a wave. Noah groaned, burying his face in your neck as he followed right behind you, his thrusts suddenly getting quicker and deeper as he came hard inside you, spilling his warm release inside you, giving you every last drop.
He stayed buried deep, holding you close as your bodies both trembled. His arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand gently stroking your hair while he pressed soft kisses to your temple, your cheeks, your lips.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered softly. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He stayed inside you for a long time, just holding you, breathing with you, occasionally kissing you softly like he couldn’t bear to pull away.
“Thank you for tonight.” He said after a moment, “You were so perfect for me… shit, I can already tell I’m gonna get addicted to you.” He added with a soft, little chuckle.
You kissed his cheek, then he carefully pushed himself up again and gently pulled out. You let out a small whimper at the loss of contact, to which Noah apologised, I know, baby, I know.
He kissed you once more, then got up from the bed. He wandered into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and running it under the warm water before rinsing it out and bringing it into the bedroom.
He returned and settled between your thighs again, and he was incredibly gentle as he cleaned you up, wiping away the mess of your slick and his cum that had already started leaking out. But when the cloth brushed over your still swollen, sensitive clit, you flinched and let out a tiny gasp.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Noah frowned, “Gotta make sure you’re cleaned up.”
Once he was satisfied you were clean enough, he wiped himself down quickly and tossed the cloth aside. He then looked down at the sheets and let out a soft, amused chuckle.
“We made quite a mess of the bed, huh?” He said, glancing down at the damp spots with a fond smile, “Why don’t we take a nice warm shower, then sleep in the other bed tonight? Sound good?”
You nodded tiredly.
“Sounds good.”
Noah went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, so the water was warm enough by the time you got in. He got in first, making sure the temperature was perfect, then he watched with a smirk as you took off the now messy lingerie and held his hand out for you to join him.
He picked up your body wash, squeezing some into his hands before gently lathering it over your skin. His touch was incredibly tender and careful, rubbing his hands in slow circles over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest. He paid special attention to your breasts, carefully washing them, and smirking as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples again.
Still, you leaned into him, sighing as he washed you under the warm water. Then you turned your head, looking up at him with big, hopeful eyes.
“Did I make you feel better?” You asked almost innocently, before suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed again and looking away.
Noah paused, then cupped your face with both soapy hands, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him.
“Baby,” he said, voice warm and full of affection, “You were perfect. You’re exactly what I needed tonight. I feel so much better because of you. You took such good care of me.”
He kissed you slowly under the running water, then continued washing you, moving down your tummy, your hips, and between your thighs with careful, loving touches. You flinched a little when he brushed over your sensitive pussy, and he immediately softened his touch even more.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “I know you’re sore.”
You then took his own body wash, squeezed some into your hands and started washing his chest, tracing your fingers over his tattoos and toned muscles. The water cascaded over both of you as you cleaned each other in the most comfortable silence for a moment.
Then you spoke again, shyly, because it’d been on your mind from the moment he mentioned it.
“…Were you serious? About training my throat?”
Noah looked down at you with gentle eyes. He brushed wet hair out of your face and nodded.
“I was serious,” he said softly. “But only if you really want it. We’d go very slow, and I’d never push you further than you’re comfortable with. If you trust me… we can talk about it more. Maybe try some things when you’re ready. But there’s no rush, okay? You already make me feel so good just like that… it’s only if you’d be into it too.”
You nodded, relaxing a little as you continued washing his tummy and hips.
“I do trust you,” you whispered. “And I want to be better at it… for you.”
Noah smiled softly and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you under the warm spray.
“You’re already more than enough for me, baby. But if you want to learn… I’d love to teach you. And that goes for anything, okay? Any fantasies or kinks you want to explore, toys you want me to buy,” he let out a chuckle, then his expression turned serious again. “We’ll take it slow and make it feel good, we’ll never do anything that makes either of us uncomfortable. Deal?”
You nodded against his chest, feeling more than safe and loved in his arms.
“Deal.”
He kissed the top of your head, then continued washing you gently, running soapy hands down your back, massaging your shoulders, taking care of every inch of you. You did the same for him, washing his back and arms while the water rinsed everything away.
By the time you both stepped out, you were warm, clean, and wrapped in soft towels. Noah guided you back to the fresh bed, where you sat as he searched the room for your pyjamas. He helped dry you off and dress you, and he slipped a pair of boxers on himself before climbing into the bed and pulling you into his arms under the clean sheets, tucking you against his chest.
“I’ve been all around the world,” Noah said quietly, “But I think this is my favourite trip I’ve ever been on.”
You smiled into the warmth of his skin.
“So where are you gonna take me next? What beats Paris?”
He looked down at you, his hand gently stroking up and down your back.
“If I tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise.”
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to the anon who sent me the ask about throat raining with velvet!noah AUUUGHHH i don't know whether to write it into a chapter or as a oneshot yet 🫣 BUT IM WORKING ON IT!!
also, like i said in the last chapter, if anyone has any ideas of things they wanna see in this fic LET ME KNOW <3 if i don't write it into the story i'll 100% turn some ideas into oneshots, i just want to know what other people want from this!! <3
masterlist ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW half of this chapter is just smut 🫣 also i've only been to paris twice for a few days, so i've tried my hardest to remember what it's like geographically so this can be somewhat accurate lmao (also i physically cannot reread my own smut, and it was written over a few days, so if it's a little all over the place and the positions don't make sense... i tried my best)
holy shit it's finally done! after what feels like an eternity, thank you for being so patient with me!! i knew it was going to be a long one, but i wasn't expecting it to be 19k words... i still have more i want to write so i guess they'll still be in paris in chapter four 🤭 and i also want to say i'm so proud yet terrified of how many people have read this so far! the last i checked the first chapter had just over 500 likes which is so ??? since when were this many people reading my shit lmao but thank you for all the love so far <33 it's what keeps me motivated to write, and there's nothing i love more than giggling with everybody over hot guys and silly stories <33
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“Hey… hey, wake up. We’re about to land.”
You grumbled sleepily in response, before nuzzle closer into the warm pillow your head was resting against.
Noah let out a quiet little laugh, because for most of the flight, you’d been cuddled up to him, your head resting against his shoulder, your hair tickling him occasionally. You didn’t mean to fall asleep like this, he knew that, but he also hadn’t moved you at all.
“C’mon,” he whispered, his hand coming up to brush your hair back from your face. “We’re landing, sweetheart.”
That word alone was enough to pull you from sleep, you finally blinked your eyes open and for a second you thought you were still dreaming… but then you remembered this wasn’t a dream. You were really here, on a plane, on your way to Paris, with your head resting on his shoulder-
Oh.
Your body suddenly went still, heat flooded your face so quick you almost felt dizzy, then you pushed yourself up enough to look at him, your eyes wide and mortified.
“I-” Your voice came out hoarse, thick with sleep, so you swallowed, shaking your head as you tried again, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, you should’ve moved me or-”
Noah just looked at you, completely unbothered… almost a little amused. Then that was when you realised his arm was wrapped around you, as his hand gently stroked up and down your arm.
“It’s fine,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging into almost a little smirk, “You crashed about an hour ago.”
“On you?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “But it doesn’t matter now… look out the window.”
You turned your head and couldn’t help but gasp.
“Noah… we’re here.”
You could see the entire city, the way it was all lit up golden beneath you.
“Yeah…” He said quietly beside you, but he wasn’t looking out the window. He was looking at you, noticing the way your entire face lit up. The way your eyes widened and your lips parted in pure disbelief…
When you turned to look back at him, he was smirking.
“What?” You asked, almost a little self conscious now. Like you were afraid you were maybe too excited.
Nothing.” He said simply, his smirk slowly turning into a small smile. “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited before.”
You let out a soft laugh, looking back out the window again like maybe it’d hide the way your cheeks flushed.
“Can you blame me? It’s Paris. I’ve wanted to come here for… forever.”
“Then we’ll make sure it’s a trip to remember.”
…
Even after getting off the plane, going through security and collecting your bags, you were still trying to process it all. Just this morning you were going into work as usual… and now you were in Paris with Noah?
It didn’t feel real. You wondered if you had an accident at work, slipped on a spillage and hit your head, and this was all just a hallucination.
“Hey.” Noah’s voice pulled you back, and you shook your head, realising you’d stopped walking just past the baggage claim.
He was already a few steps in front of you with both his and your suitcases. He hadn’t even asked, you barely even spotted yours before he had taken it and started to walk away.
“C’mon, the drivers waiting for us."
You followed him out of the airport, watching him drag both the bags when all you had to carry was your phone and a half empty bottle of water. Then you saw him talk to a guy, before handing the bags over, and they were loaded into the posh black car behind him.
Noah opened the back door, resting one hand on the top, the other one gesturing for you to get in.
His hand brushed gently against your back as you climbed in, then he followed, shutting the door behind him. And then when the driver got back in and the car pulled away, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the window.
After a few minutes, you felt Noah’s hand slowly rest just above your knee, silently grabbing your attention. You turned your head, and when you met his eyes he gave you a soft smile.
“You look tired.” He said quietly.
You nodded your head.
“I am… kinda.”
He let out a soft chuckle, brushing his thumb back and forth over your thigh.
“Me too.” He whispered, “It’s only 10 more minutes to the hotel. Then we can take a shower and crash.”
You nodded your head, a sleepy smile spread across your face.
“I like that idea.”
Noah’s smile lingered for a second, softer than it was before, then he gave a small nod.
“Good.” He said quietly.
His hand didn’t move for the entire journey, it stayed there resting against your thigh, his thumb still brushing gently… until finally, the car slowed to a stop.
And there it was. Your breath caught when you realised where you were staying, turning to Noah with wide eyes, but before you could say anything, he was unbuckling your seatbelt, before getting out of the car himself.
He walked around to open your door while the driver retrieved the bags.
“Noah…” You whispered, holding on to him as you stepped out. You looked unsure, like you were waiting for this all to be some kind of prank.
But he shrugged. Like this was normal for him.
“What? It’s just the Four Seasons.” He said before shutting the door, “C’mon.”
He held out his hand, and you took it before following him into the entrance. You looked around for your bags, before realising they’ve already been taken care of. Just like everything else.
You could really get used to this life.
The check-in was super simple, and the lady behind the desk seemed to recognise Noah which somehow didn’t surprise you, and it wasn’t long before Noah was guiding you down to the elevator with the room key in his hand. You both stepped inside, and for the first time since leaving, it was just the two of you again.
You met his eyes in the reflection, giving him a soft smile.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Mm,” you hummed, “I’m staying at the Four Seasons in Paris, I can’t complain about much, can I?”
He chuckled, then the lift dinged, and the doors slid open. Noah pushed off the wall, stepping out first before glancing back at you.
“C’mon, our room shouldn't be far.”
You stepped out too, following behind him, your footsteps softened by the thick carpet as you walked. Noah stopped outside a door, tapping the keycard on the reader before pushing it open.
“After you.” He said, and who were you to refuse?
You held your breath as you stepped inside… and your jaw immediately fell to the floor.
“Oh my god.”
This felt more like an apartment than a hotel room. And you had done your research on hotels in Paris, when you had planned a couple years ago to come here with your friends, and you knew how they tend to be rather small...
But this was unbelievable.
You slowly wandered around, taking it all in. Everything was soft and neutral toned, there were floor to ceiling windows, a big dining table and a couch, the most stunning balcony, a pristine bathroom…
And two double beds...?
You felt your heart sink a little, but then Noah was at your side, his hand gently coming to rest on your waist. And as if he could read your mind…
“I didn’t know how comfortable you’d be,” he said quietly, following your gaze to the beds before looking back at you, “Sharing a bed and all… so I figured I’d play it safe.”
You turned to meet his eyes again, a little smile on your lips.
“Thanks.” You whispered.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before stepping back.
“I’ll let you get settled,” he said, “Take a bath or a shower, freshen up, make yourself at home.”
You nodded, still a little caught up in everything.
“Yeah… okay.”
“I’m quickly gonna head out for a bit,” he said as he reached for his phone, “There’s a store nearby, I thought I’d grab us a few things… drinks and snacks. Is that okay? You’ll be alright by yourself for a bit?”
You nodded your head, your heart aching with how soft he could be. How caring he was.
“Yeah, I’ll probably just shower and pass out anyway.”
He chuckled, reaching for the key card he had just put down on the table.
“Good plan.” He stepped towards the door, then paused to glance back at you, “If you need anything, just text me.”
“I will.”
He gave you one last lingering look before slipping out the door, and it shut with a soft click behind him. Then it was just you.
You stood there completely still for a moment, still trying to process it all. Like you were waiting to wake yourself up from whatever dream you felt like were currently in.
After a moment you let out a quiet sigh, then spotted your suitcase.
Take a shower. Relax. Adjust to whatever this is.
…
You took your time in the shower, letting the hot water run over you, washing away the smell of airplane and the exhaustion… and for the first time today, you felt your mind finally resting. All day you’d been feeling every emotion all at once. You were nervous, then you were excited, then you were anxious. It had all happened so suddenly, and every now and then you thought about how you haven't even known Noah too long, and now you were trusting him to take you to another country?
You don’t feel like you’ve really had the time to process anything, until now.
As you washed your hair, you tried to let the smell of your shampoo ground you… but it wasn’t working how you wanted. Because every now and then, your thoughts drifted back to Noah. Back to the way his hand rested so easily on your thigh, how it felt so normal, how he had taken care of everything and never made it feel like a big deal- never expecting anything back. He just wanted to fly you to Paris because he could. He organised it all, booked what must’ve been one of the fanciest rooms in the whole hotel, and never once made a big deal out of it- if this was your ex on the other hand, he’d be bragging and showing off, pointing out every little detail planned, how he gave up the window seat on the plane for you, telling you that you should be grateful that you didn’t have to lift a finger. But Noah wasn’t like your ex. You were already certain of that.
You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head.
“Stop it!” You whispered to yourself, before reaching for the conditioner.
By the time you stepped out, wrapped in one of the super soft hotel towels, your skin warm and your hair damp, you felt different. Still tired, but less stressed, less overworked. For once in your life, you felt like you could just relax.
Noah still wasn’t back yet, and when you checked your phone you saw a text from him that had been sent just a couple of minutes ago, letting you know he was just outside the main doors, that he’d been stopped by someone asking to take a picture. You couldn’t help but chuckle.
You don’t ask about his work, it’s none of your business really, but you know enough. He works in music, he’s in a band, and clearly they’re doing well enough that he can afford spur of the moment trips like these. If that was the case, he was bound to get recognised.
You then changed into something comfortable for bed, a tank top and a pair of loose sleep shorts. It was late, and as much as you wanted to explore the city right now, you knew it was best to get some sleep first and save it for tomorrow.
Your gaze drifted back toward the bedroom area, towards the two beds… wondering which one to claim as yours. Then you walked over and set your things down on the one closest to the window.
You pulled back the covers slightly, smoothing your hand over the sheets, then sat down on the edge, letting out a small sigh as you sank into the soft mattress.
It was ridiculously comfortable. You were already wondering how you could possibly take it home with you...
You swung your legs up, lying back properly, staring up at the ceiling while you waited for Noah…
Then you turned your head, your eyes drifting over to the other bed, and with a little cheeky smile you couldn’t hide, you bit the inside of your cheek. Because if you were being honest, you didn’t really want to stay in this bed… not when you already knew how right it felt to be close to him, how natural it had been to fall asleep on him earlier like it was nothing.
Your stomach fluttered at the thought, and a (not so) little part of you hoped that by the end of the night, you wouldn’t be in this bed anymore.
…
You must’ve drifted for a few moments, because the next thing you knew, you heard the door click shut. Your eyes opened, and caught Noah stepping inside, a couple bags in his hands.
“Hey,” he smiled when he saw you lying there, “Comfy?”
You nodded, pushing yourself up.
“Sorry I got a little held up,” he said as he placed the bags down at the bottom of your bed, before nodding at them, “Here, grab whatever you want.”
With a smile, you sat up properly and pulled one of the bags closer, taking a peek inside. Your brows lifted at the amount he’d gotten- drinks, snacks, a mix of things you liked and things you hadn’t even mentioned.
“Did you buy the whole store?” You chuckled, and you watched him shrug like it wasn’t a big deal.
“I didn’t know what you’d feel like, thought I’d play it safe and get some different things.”
“Thank you.” You said quietly, pulling out a drink and setting it beside you.
“‘Course,” he said, reaching for his suitcase, “I’m gonna have a quick shower.”
You glanced up at him.
“Go ahead, I’ll try not to pass out before you’re back.”
He chuckled before disappearing into the bathroom. Once the door clicked shut, you took a look in the other bag. There were some more snacks, bottles of water, and a few things that felt oddly specific to you. Your lips curved into a smile again as you pulled one of the things out.
He pays attention, more than you thought.
You set it back in the bag, and let out a soft exhale. You could just about hear the sound of the shower running, since the room was so big. For a moment, you just sat there, letting everything sink in. The softness of the bed beneath you, the quiet brrr of the air conditioning, the distant and muffled sound of the busy city outside.
You reached for your drink and took a sip before setting it on the bedside table, then you glanced at the other bed again. It was still untouched, still waiting. Noah’s bag was there, open on top of it, his rings beside it on the duvet- you hadn’t even noticed him take them off.
A couple moments later, the water shut off, and your stomach flipped. You sat up a little more without realising it, then reached for your phone to make it look like you were doing something- to make it look like you hadn’t been waiting for him.
A second passed… then the handle turned.
The moment the door opened, you froze. Because you were not expecting the sight in front of you.
Noah stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, revealing tattoos you’ve never seen before, his hair dark and damp and messy, drops of water still trailing down his neck and across his chest.
Oh yeah, this was definitely a room with a view.
He walked in casually, like he wasn’t making your brain short circuit. Like he didn’t notice you staring. Like he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
You tried to look away as he stepped towards his bed, reaching for his bag… but your eyes betrayed you.
They lingered for just a second too long, on his big, bare, broad shoulders, the way his arms flexed, the way little droplets or water clung to strands of his hair that fell over his eyes, the way his chain necklace was still on, and dangling as he leaned down…
He definitely noticed you staring. You saw it in the way he paused, before a stupidly sexy knowing smirk pulled at his lips as he slowly glanced over his shoulder at you.
When your eyes met, heat rushed straight to your face, and you looked away almost immediately.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account.” He said, a hint of amusent in his voice.
“…Dunno what you’re talking about.” You said, trying to play it cool.
But your act faltered when he turned to fully face you. Wearing nothing but that towel-
“You’re staring.” He said, but his voice had softened- which somehow made it even worse. So you scoffed, trying to recover.
“You’re not exactly making it easy not to...”
That only made his smirk, along with his voice, deepen.
“Oh is that right?” He said, taking a slow step towards you.
Your breath caught, and you tried oh so hard to look away…
“Is it the towel?” He asked casually, like this was a very normal conversation, like he wasn’t slowly closing the distance between you, making your brain melt.
You didn’t answer him. You couldn’t even form a thought.
“If it’s bothering you so much…” he began, hooking his fingers into the edge of the towel like he was about to- “I could take it off.”
Your eyes widened. Your lips parted.
“Noah-”
“What?” He said, pretending to sound innocent, but his eyes gave him away. “You want me to take it off, huh?”
Your entire body went hot from head to toe. And if this was only the first night, god knows what you’ll be up to on the last day.
“You’re-” You started, then stopped and shook your head, completely flustered now.
A quiet, satisfied laugh slipped from him… because this was exactly what he wanted- to see you like this, to see you react.
“Relax,” he smirked, watching you closely for another second- like he was memorising the way you looked right now. The pink in your cheeks, the way your breath was a little uneven, your eyes glued to him even though you were clearly trying not to look.
Then just as quickly as he’d leaned into it, he stepped back. The tension dissolving so quick it made your head spin.
“Wouldn’t do that to you.” He added, almost casually, like he hadn’t just completely fucked your ability to even think.
Then, before you could even process it, he turned to grab a pair of black shorts from his back.
“Be right back.”
And just like that, he disappeared back into the bathroom again, leaving you sitting there, your heart racing, your face still burning, still staring at the spot he’d just been standing in.
He absolutely knew what he was doing to you. And clearly, he enjoyed it.
A moment later, the bathroom door opened again, and Noah stepped back out. This time in just a pair of black cotton shorts. They sat low enough on his hips for you to just make out the top of his v line through his tattoos, but when you caught yourself looking for a little longer than necessary, you looked higher up- his hair was still damp, though he’d clearly used a towel to dry it while he was in there, and his skin was still a little glowy from the shower. He just looked so casual and comfortable, and sexy.
You distracted yourself with your phone while he sorted through his clothes before placing his bag on the floor at the bottom of his bed, then he walked over and grabbed the bag of snacks from your bed, grabbed a drink out for himself then set it down on the table across the room.
Then he turned back around, heading towards his bed, and sat down. He leaned back with a little sigh as he got comfortable, like this was exactly how the night was supposed to go.
But stupidly, you waited… for a second, then another, watching him out of the corner of your eye while your mind ran ahead of you.
Was he going to say something? Ask you to come over? Come to you? Do something? Anything?
But instead, he reached for the drink he took from the bag, took a sip, then glanced over at you.
“We’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he said, his voice low and rather gentle. “I think we should get some sleep.”
Oh.
Your heart dropped a little.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to match his tone, even if yours came out quieter, and a little disappointed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Mm.”
He shifted again, settling properly into his bed, one arm tucked behind his head as he looked over at you for a second longer.
“Good night.”
“Night.” You replied, laying back slowly and pulling the covers up over you.
And then the light switch clicked as he switched it off, leaving you staring up at the ceiling in the dark.
Your gaze drifted to him one last time, to the other bed. God, he was so close, yet still so far.
With a soft sigh, you turned onto your side, facing away from him this time, biting lightly at the inside of your cheek. Because a part of you wondered if he was doing this on purpose too. If he was waiting for you to make the first move...
But eventually, exhaustion took over and your body gave in. The quiet, the warmth of the comfy bed, the long day, it all caught up to you at once… and despite everything running through your mind, your eyes finally closed.
…
When you woke up, it took you a second to remember where you were. The room was brighter now, the soft sunlight spilling in through the windows, the sound of the already busy city was muffled but still loud enough to remind you exactly where you were.
For a moment, you just laid there, slowly adjusting- but then you heard a quiet rustle.
You turned onto your other side, and there he was. Noah was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back slightly turned to you, tying the laces of his running shoes. He was already dressed, wearing a tight black top that clung to him deliciously, and a simple pair of black shorts. His hair was still a little messy, like he hadn’t bothered doing much to it this morning.
But still, he looked effortlessly put together.
Your heart did a small, stupid flip while you watched him a little longer. And somehow, he must’ve felt you looking, because he glanced over his shoulder, and when he saw you were awake, a small smile tugged at his lips.
“Hey,” he said softly, quietly, like he didn’t want to startle you, “Morning, sleeping beauty.”
You huffed softly, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, still a little groggy.
“Morning… what’s the time?”
He finished tying his laces, straightening up as he looked at you properly.
“Half past seven. I’m about to go for a run,” he added, nodding toward the door. “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when I’m back.”
You blinked at him, trying to process that he was already this awake and this functional.
“You're going out this early?”
“I guess it’s jet lag,” he chuckled, “Figured I’d make the most of it.”
You nodded slowly.
“Yeah… that makes sense.”
He grabbed his phone, checking something quickly before heading towards the door. Then he paused, glancing back at you again.
“You good?” He asked.
You nodded with a small sleepy smile.
“Yeah I’m fine. Go.”
“Alright.”
And just like that, he slipped out the door, pulling it shut behind him with a soft click.
Then you were in silence again, but it felt better this time. You flopped back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, fully intending to take his advice and go back to sleep… so you closed your eyes, and you tried and tried, but your brain clearly had other plans.
Because now you were wide awake, and buzzing with excitement.
So you pushed the covers back, and in seconds you were out of bed, wandering over to your suitcase and unzipping it, your mind already racing with thoughts.
What should you wear today? You wanted it to be something cute, but also effortless, something that looks like you didn’t try too hard even though you absolutely had.
“Okay,” you whispered, pulling things out one by one and laying them across the bed. “Options…”
You stood there for a second, hands on your hips, staring at it all.
You were being drawn to the little black dress- it was casual but still cute… and it would go perfectly with a pair of tights you were certain you packed, but couldn’t find.
So you dug through your bag again, before pulling them out with a grin. You were just hoping it’d look as cute as you were picturing, as you laid it down on the bed. And even if it was a little cold, you brought a jacket that would go nicely with it.
Perfect!
You couldn’t wipe the little smile from your face as you walked back into the bathroom, or while you took a shower, or after fixing your hair and doing your makeup, or after getting dressed.
And it only grew as you turned to the mirror, checking yourself.
It looked even better than you imagined!
And now you were ready, all you had to do was wait for him to get back… and for whatever today was going to bring.
…
It didn’t take long before Noah returned, hot and sweaty- slightly flushed from his run, his breathing still a little heavy, his hair messier now and damp, a light sheen of sweat on his skin that made him glow. God, how was he even real?
The second he saw you, he froze.
His brows lifted slightly, his eyes looking you up and down like he was trying to process what he was seeing. You assumed he was stunned by how pretty you looked… but his mouth told another story.
“You’re out of bed? It’s like… 9am.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“I know. I tried but I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Why?”
You shrugged, a little sheepish.
“I’m too excited.”
That answer hit him somewhere a little deeper than expected, and his face softened.
“Excited, huh?” He couldn’t help but smile.
You nodded, biting back a grin.
“I mean, obviously. We’re in Paris!”
He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t argue with that.
Then he stepped closer, but not in that teasing way he did last night. Then when he reached the edge of your bed where you were sitting, he reached out, brushing your hair out of your face, before leaning in just enough to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.
It caught you completely off guard, and your stomach felt warm and fuzzy. But then he slowly pulled back, but this time when he looked at you, he fully took you in. The outfit, the effort you put into getting ready, everything..
“You look…” He started, then paused, like he was choosing his words carefully. “Nice.” He eventually finished, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You raised a brow.
“Nice?”
“You want me to say more?” He smirked.
“Maybe.” You smirked back, looking up at him as he towered over you.
He stepped back just a little, giving you a once-over again, but slower this time.
“You look cute,” he corrected. “Happy?”
You tried not to smile, but of course you failed.
“Very.”
He shook his head, amused, before running a hand through his hair again.
“So,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water from the minibar. “What do you wanna do today?”
Your eyes lit up immediately.
“Okay,” you said, standing up from the bed, already buzzing again. “I was thinking… we could grab breakfast at a cafe, somewhere nice, then just… walk? Explore a bit? Maybe see the Eiffel Tower?”
He nodded with no hesitation.
“Okay, that sounds good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, of course.”
It was as simple as that. You were beginning to learn that with Noah, you got whatever you wanted. After all, that’s what this whole arrangement was about.
“Give me like… ten minutes?” He said. “I’ll shower and get changed, then we’ll go.”
You nodded your head, grinning unapologetically now.
…
The cafe Noah brought you to was only small, tucked away down a quiet street with little round tables spread out along the pavement. The morning sun was hitting just right, warm and golden, making everything feel softer and lighter, making you completely forget about just how overworked you were back at home.
After stepping inside, you barely had any time to take it in before Noah’s hand brushed lightly against your lower back as you followed him up to the counter.
“What do you want?” You asked, glancing up at the menu.
But he didn’t even look at it.
“I want you to go out and grab a table,” he said, already reaching for his wallet. “I’ve got this.”
You hesitated.
“Noah, I can-”
“I know you can.” He cut in gently, but his voice was just firm enough that it didn’t leave any room for argument. His hand pressed at your back again, steering you away this time. “Go sit. Before it gets busy.”
Your stomach fluttered a little at his tone, and you gave in easier than you should have.
“Okay.” You said, before turning and making your way outside.
You found a small table in the sun, sitting down and setting your bag down before glancing back inside through the window. You could see him at the counter, talking easily with the man at the counter, pointng out the pastries he wanted.
You bit your lip, trying not to smile too much as you watched him pull out his wallet.
Then, a few minutes later, Noah stepped out with a tray in his hands- not just two pastries and coffees, but a selection.
Your eyes widened slightly as he set it down in front of you- croissants, pains au chocolat, something with berries, something with cream… and then of course, your favourite coffee. Exactly how you liked it.
You looked up at him, a little stunned.
“Noah…”
He just shrugged, pulling the chair out and sitting across from you like this was nothing.
“Thought I’d get a few different things for you to try,” he said simply, pushing the tray slightly closer to you. “You’re in Paris after all.”
Your heart did that soft little ache again.
“But you didn’t have to get all this.” You said with a soft chuckle.
“I know,” he replied, the corner of his mouth tugging up slightly. “But I wanted to.”
There it was again. You glanced down at everything, then back up at him.
“Thank you.” You said softly.
He reached for his drink and leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you- not intensely or in a way that made you nervous, but attentive. Like he just liked seeing you with a smile on your face.
“C’mon, try the croissant,” he added with a little smirk as he reached for his one, “They make the best ones here.”
You laughed lightly as you reached for it.
“Yes, sir.”
Oh… that got a reaction.
There was a small pause, like he wondered if he heard you right, then a subtle shift in his expression. Still soft and a little amused, but something a little darker was in there too.
“Careful,” he said a little quieter this time. “You start saying things like that… I might start expecting it.”
Your cheeks immediately warmed, but you smiled anyway, breaking off a piece of the croissant.
“Maybe I don’t mind.”
His eyes held yours for a moment longer than necessary. Then he leaned forward slightly, reaching past you to move your cup where it sat too close to the edge of the table, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment.
“Mm,” he hummed. “I figured.”
You ended up trying a bit of everything. At first, you told yourself you’d just have a bite or two, make sure you at least taste everything, but be sensible about it, you didn't want to bloat yourself on breakfast before walking around the city… but that plan disappeared almost immediately.
The croissant was warm and flaky, the chocolate pastry soft and rich, the fruit one was light and sweet in a way that made you close your eyes for a second just to enjoy it.
“Okay…” you said, shaking your head. “I’m done.”
“There’s still half of that left.” He pointed out, nodding toward the tray. “It’s too good to leave.”
You gave him a look.
“Then you have it.”
He didn’t argue or hesitate. He reached over and pulled the tray a little closer to himself and finished off what you’d left behind like it was nothing. Like it didn’t feel weirdly intimate to share like that.
Your lips curved into a little smile as you watched him wipe his hands after.
“So,” you said after a moment, picking up your coffee again. “Are you gonna show me around?”
He glanced up at you, reaching for his cup before a little smirk tugged at his mouth.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
So the both of you walked side by side with no real plan, no real end destination, just letting Noah lead while you took everything in- buildings that were so pretty they looked like they belonged in a painting, cute little shops tucked in between restaurants, the sound of traffic mixing with soft conversation and the occasional laugh drifting past.
Every now and then, he’d point something out. Places he’d been before, stories about his friends, another cafe he liked, a view that was better at sunset.
It just felt so right, being here with him. At first you were a little nervous that you wouldn't fit into his world… but you did. And now you were worried you wouldn’t want to go back to your normal life.
By the time you reached the area near the Trocadero, it had gotten busier. There were people everywhere now, tourists, locals, men in suits in a hurry to rush across the road, cars weaving through the streets, the sound of it all picking up around you.
You slowed slightly as you approached a crossing, glancing both ways, a little overwhelmed by the sudden rush of movement. But then you felt Noah’s hand brushing against yours softly as he stepped into the small space in front of you. He didn’t turn around or look at you, he just held his hand out behind him, his fingers open in an almost expectant way- like a silent come here.
God, it was such a small thing, but it was enough to make you weak at the knees.
You didn’t even hesitate, you slid your hand into his like it belonged there. His fingers closed around yours, giving it a little squeeze as he guided you forward through the busy crossing without a word.
On the other side of the road, he didn’t let go straight away. He didn’t even acknowledge it, he just kept walking with your hand in his, and it felt so natural and normal…
You kept walking, a little slower now, and the moment you turned the corner you gasped. Because there it was, you could see it properly now, not through buildings or half hidden between streets…
The Eiffel Tower.
It was much taller than you expected, and it looked so real, in a way that the pictures you’ve seen have never quite captured. You accidentally let your hand slip from Noah’s as you slow your steps, making him turn his head.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, eyes wide as you tilted your head back to take it all in. “It’s massive!”
There was a pause beside you, and a very specific kind of one at that. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, and he was staring at the tower too, with his lips pressed together like he was holding something back. Probably some dirty joke, or a smirk- or both. Yeah, definitely both.
You let out a heavy sigh and turned to face him, your eyes lifting to watch his face closely.
“Go on then. Say it.”
“Say what?” He smirked properly now, his eyes playful as they met yours. “You sounded genuinely shocked by the size… it just made me think about other things that may be bigger than you expect.”
You audibly gasped, swatting his arm with your hand.
“Why are suddenly so… dirty minded?” You asked, glaring up at him, “You weren’t like this a few days ago.”
“Oh, you think this is new?” He asked, rather amused.
“It feels like it.” You said, raising an eyebrow.
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe…” he started, his voice dropping slightly, “I’m just getting comfortable with you.”
You swallowed, the edge of your attitude softening without you even meaning to.
“And when I get comfortable,” he added, “I stop filtering myself.”
“You don’t think that can get a little risky?” You teased.
“Mm,” he nodded, “But only if you can’t handle it.”
You let out a soft chuckle, trying to hold his gaze, trying not to react the way you were reacting.
“Who says I can’t?”
He just shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Guess I’ll find out.”
And then, like nothing had just happened, the two of you kept walking side by side. The teasing had faded away, replaced with something softer as he offered you his hand again when you came up to the next road. Then, before you knew it, you were overlooking the river. Here, the crowd had thinned out a little, and you were distracted by the water, watching the sunlight and how it hit the surface.
Then, without saying anything, you both stopped and stood there, taking it in. You leaned slightly against the railing, your fingers still laced with his, your gaze drifting over the river before flicking back to him.
“So,” you said softly, tilting your head. “When was the first time you actually came here?”
He glanced at the river, then up toward the tower again, like he was thinking hard.
“2017, I think,” he said after a moment. “I must’ve been… 21? 22?”
Your brows lifted slightly.
“Wow. That long ago?”
“Mhm.”
There was a small pause, then his face softened a little, his hand giving yours a quick squeeze again.
“It was nothing like this though,” he added, nodding slightly toward everything around you. “We had nothing back then.”
You turned your body a little more toward him, listening properly now.
“No money for hotels,” he continued, a quiet huff of a laugh escaping him. “We were sleeping in the van or staying in hostels if we had the money, playing shows off like… no sleep, running on energy drinks and whatever we could get our hands on.”
“Oh wow, that must’ve been rough.”
“It was,” he admitted. “But…” he shrugged slightly, eyes still on the water, “Back then, I thought it couldn’t get much better than that.”
Your brows drew together.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. “We were chasing it. That was the best part. Back when we had nothing to lose.”
That sat with you for a second, imagining that version of him back then, compared to the man you knew now.
“And now?” You asked quietly.
“Now... I’ve got everything I ever wanted,” he said. But then he paused for a second, “Almost.”
You frowned slightly.
“Almost? What more could you want?” You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “A private jet?”
That got a little laugh out of him, short but genuine.
“Yeah,” he shook his head. “Something like that.”
But he didn’t elaborate, and didn’t answer properly, instead he pushed himself off the railing, glancing down the street behind you.
“We’ll save that conversation for another day,” he added lightly, like he was closing the topic on purpose. You narrowed your eyes slightly, but before you could push, he tilted his head, inhaling slightly. “…You smell that?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Crepes,” he said simply, already turning slightly, his hand tightening around yours again. “And yeah, now I’m hungry.”
You laughed softly, letting him pull you away from the railing.
“Already?” You teased.
He glanced back at you, a small smirk returning.
“Hey, walking around Paris burns calories. I’m being responsible.”
“Of course you are.”
“Mm.”
…
The whole afternoon was lovely. You shared a crepe, stopped for lunch in a nice little cafe, then kept wandering until your feet were tired. That’s when Noah ordered an uber to take you both back to the hotel so you could have a nap before getting ready for dinner- which Noah was being oddly secretive about.
He wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you, he just asked if you got motion sickness, then told you that you should dress fancy. So you told him you’d think about it while you had a rest.
So when you got into the room, you changed into some comfy clothes and laid down on your bed… but the moment you hit the mattress, you couldn’t get comfortable. You tossed and turned, tugged the covers higher, pushed them back down again, flipped the pillows over again and again. But something still felt wrong. The pillows felt too soft, or maybe too flat… you couldn’t even tell anymore.
At this point there’d be no point having a pre-dinner nap, so with a huff you rolled back onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. And it must’ve caught Noah’s attention, because he turned his head, watching you from his own bed, where he was sitting with his phone in his hand.
“…You good?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You let out a groan, turning onto your side to face him properly.
“I would be, if I could get comfortable.”
He raised a brow slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” you huffed, reaching up to pat the pillow. “It just feels… off.”
“The pillow?” He asked.
You nodded, a little frown still on your face.
“Yeah.”
He paused for a moment before speaking again.
“You want a different one?”
You nodded again, softer this time, a little more tired now.
“Please.”
You expected him to reach behind him and toss you one from his bed- but instead, he stood up. He crossed the space between your beds, and before you could even process what was happening, he climbed in beside you.
“Noah-”
“Shh,” he hushed quietly, already adjusting himself, one arm sliding behind your head as he shuffled closer.
And then he moved you. He was gentle and careful as he guided you closer, until your head settled against his chest instead of the pillow. Your words, along with every thought in your head, completely disappeared.
His arm rested around you, not tight or restrictive, just holding you gently, and his hand settled against your arm.
“Better?” He asked quietly.
You adjusted yourself a little, until you were comfortable. You could hear his heart beating gently beneath your ear, you could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, along with the warmth that always radiated from him…
“Yeah…” you said softly, your eyes already starting to fall shut, “Much better.”
You felt the vibration through his chest as he let out a soft breath that might’ve been a laugh.
“Good,” he smiled, “I’ll wake you in a couple hours, yeah?”
You nodded against his chest, feeling yourself only relax further and further, until it was impossible to stay awake.
…
Noah’s hand brushed along your arm first, then your shoulder, his voice quiet and warm as it pulled you out of sleep slowly, until your eyes finally opened and you realised where you were- on him, still tucked into his side like you hadn’t moved at all.
“There she is.” He whispered softly.
You blinked up at him, still half asleep, your cheek pressed to his chest.
“…Don’t wanna move.” You grumbled.
That got a little laugh out of him, his hand brushing over your arm again.
“I know,” he said, softer this time, “But we’ve got just over an hour before we need to leave.”
You groaned quietly, moving just enough to tilt your head back and look at him properly, your hair a mess, your eyes still heavy.
“Fine.” You sighed.
Reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, the loss of warmth very much noticeable, your hand dragging slightly against his chest, then his stomach as you moved away.
He watched you for a second, then sat up too, stretching slightly before glancing at the time again.
“I’ll try to be quick,” you said, grabbing your things. “Don’t leave without me.”
“I’ll try not to.” He smirked.
You walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You quickly freshened up and then touched up your makeup. You were surprised it hadn’t messed up too much while you were asleep- your setting spray must’ve been better than you thought.
Once that was done, you took a look at your dress. One of the ones you bought in the store with him before leaving yesterday. You smiled as you slipped it off the hanger, unzipped the back, and pulled it on slowly. You struggled with the zip for a moment, but then you got it, tugging it up before adjusting the straps. You turned in the big bathroom mirror, checking every angle with a grin on your face before you moved onto fixing your hair.
Then once you were done, you grabbed everything- your clothes and your makeup bag- and stepped back out.
And the moment you looked up, your breath caught.
Because Noah was standing near the end of his bed, his head tilted down as he fastened his belt, his hair falling into his eyes. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt, the top buttons undone just enough for his chain to catch the light.
For a moment, your brain stalled. Even more so because he hadn’t noticed you yet, too focused on doing his belt up. So you just stood there, taking him in.
The trousers fit perfectly. You had to bite your lip when you caught yourself looking at his ass for a little longer than necessary. And the way his sleeves were pushed up a little, letting his tattoos peek through, was probably one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen with your own eyes.
But then he looked up, catching you staring, and a slow smirk spread across his face immediately.
“…Something you wanna say?” He asked, voice low, a little deeper than he usually spoke.
You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tried and failed to play it off.
“No.” You said, a little too quickly.
“Mhm.” He hummed, still not looking away.
Didn’t stop what he was doing either, he adjusted his belt slightly, his gaze still on you the entire time like he knew exactly what he was doing to you… and yourstomach did a silly flip.
“Okay, fine,” you folded your arms over your chest. “You look good… really good.”
That stupid smirk on his face softened just a little, and he went quiet. Because he was finally taking a good look at you.
And whatever he was about to say caught in his throat for a second, because he stuttered, before trying again.
“You look…” he started, then exhaled slightly, like he’d decided not to overthink it. “You look beautiful.”
There was nothing you could do to stop the smile spreading across your face.
“Thanks.” You said a little shyly, before reaching for your heels and deciding to change the conversation, “When are we leaving?”
“Uh…” he quickly checked his phone, “Whenever you’re ready. The cars waiting outside.”
You nodded your head, slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and then you were on your way.
…
The car ride wasn’t too long, or it wouldn’t have been long if it wasn’t for the Paris traffic, but on the journey you were still desperately trying to piece together where exactly he was taking you.
Everyhting looked familiar at least, you knew this was where you were earlier- and then before you knew it, the river came into view, and the car started to slow. The glow of lights reflecting off the water looked so pretty this time of day, and it caught your attention- so much that you didn’t realise this was where you were stopping.
Your brows pulled together in confusion.
“…Wait,” you said, turning to him, “We’re not-”
“Yep.” Noah said simply. “Look, you see that one there,” he pointed out a boat, “That’s where we’re going.”
You stared at him.
“Noah,” you laughed under your breath, a mix of disbelief and nerves creeping in, “How are we supposed to have dinner on a boat? Won’t it all go overboard?”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, because we’ll be inside. And it’s not exactly a tiny boat, you’ll realise that when we get closer,” he said, nodding towards it again. “It does a tour along the Seine. It’s nice. You’ll like it, I promise.”
You glanced back at it again, properly this time.
And… okay. It wasn’t what you imagined, but it looked really nice. It was elegant, softly lit, and there were people lined up not too far from it wearing nice dresses and suits…
Still, you were a little unsure.
“You’re sure I’m not gonna end up clinging to a table for dear life?” You raised an eyebrow as he opened the door for you.
That earned you a quiet, amused huff.
“You’ll be fine.” He said, holding his hand out to you.
You hesitated for a second, giving him a look… but then you took his hand anyway, and stepped out.
It was a little walk from where the car dropped you off to where you lined up for the boat, and you held his hand the whole way there.
Then the moment you stepped on, you braced yourself slightly… before realising you worried for absolutely nothing. This was beautiful.
The lighting was rather dim inside, and there were already people sat around chattering quietly, it almost reminded you of your first date with Noah.
A host greeted you almost immediately, and Noah gave his name like he was someone special- which apparently he was, because there was a table especially reserved for him, unlike everyone else. You followed as you were led through the space, glancing around, taking everything in- the tables, the view, the people-
And then you noticed something. Everyone here, you were certain, were couples.
Before you had too much time to think about it, you stopped at your table. And it was perfect.
It was positioned just right- close enough to the windows to see everything clearly, the river reflecting the lights beside you, but not right up against it- which would’ve made you feel a little sick if you had to sit right next to the water.
Noah pulled out the chair for you, and you sat down slowly, your fingers brushing the table as you took it in, your chest tightening just a little as it all sank in.
“Noah…” You whispered.
He glanced at you as he sat opposite, adjusting his sleeves slightly.
“Yeah?”
Your eyes darted around the room again, slower this time.
“You realise everyone here is a couple… right?”
The words came out quieter than you meant them to.
And when you looked back over at him, he was looking around, taking it all in the way you had, and then he looked back at you, one brow lifting slightly like he didn’t quite see the issue.
“What?” he asked, almost amused. “Is that a problem?”
“I mean… no, I just feel a little out of place, don’t you?”
His lips curved into a tiny smirk, a playful look slowly spreading across his face.
“We could always pretend, if that makes you feel better.”
You blinked at him, caught slightly off guard, but you couldn’t help the smile that followed.
“Pretend?” You repeated, leaning forward a little now, resting your elbow on the table as you looked at him properly. “And how exactly would we do that?”
He shrugged, completely unbothered, like this was the easiest, most normal solution in the world.
“We just make it up,” he said simply. “How long have we been together?”
You paused for a moment, then tilted your head, already slipping into the act without even realising.
“Two years.” You decided, a little more confidently than you expected.
He nodded his head like that made perfect sense, like he was already committing to it.
“Okay, two years,” he leaned back slightly in his chair. “And we’re here tonight for… what?”
You smiled, the idea building now, making your tummy feel warm and a little tingly.
“Our anniversary.” You said, and that got a soft chuckle out of him.
“Right,” he nodded. “Anniversary dinner in Paris. Am I boyfriend of the year or what?”
You bit back a grin, leaning in just a little more, your voice dropping as you grinned, like you were letting him in on a secret.
“But you were actually planning to propose to me tonight.”
His brows lifted slightly.
“Oh yeah?”
You nodded, completely committed to the story now.
“Mhm, you had it all planned out perfectly” you said, watching his reaction carefully, “Only to realise you left the ring back at home because you’re an idiot.”
For a brief moment he was silent, raising an eyebrow at you before he let out a little disbelieving laugh, shaking his head.
“Hey,” he said, pointing gently at you across the table, “That’s not on me. We left suddenly, remember? This whole trip was last minute. An anniversary surprise.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” You shot back, trying to keep a straight face.
“You were the one rushing me to leave, you didn’t even give me time to make sure I packed everything.” He countered surprisingly easily, like he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
You shook your head, laughing softly, your fingers brushing against his as they rested on the table between you.
“Unbelievable,” you tutted. “Two years together and you can’t even keep track of the most important part of the trip.”
“Mm,” he hummed, his hand turning slightly so his fingers could properly catch yours. “This is another part of our relationship- we have stupid arguments, but I always find a way to make it up to you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, though your smile gave you away.
“Oh yeah? And how do you do that then?”
He leaned in just a little, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.
“You’ll find out later. I’ll make it impossible to stay mad at me.”
The words went straight to your head, making you feel dizzy. You tried to play it off, rolling your eyes, but your fingers tightened around his without you meaning to.
“You’re very confident, y’know.” You smirked.
“You love my confidence, baby, don’t lie. That’s why we’ve lasted two years so far.” He couldn’t help but grin, noticing just what this was doing to you.
You shook your head, laughing softly, but you didn’t pull your hand away, or break the act.
It wasn’t long until the boat started to move, and dinner began. You weren’t sure what to get, not really understanding what anything on the menu meant- even in English- so you and Noah both ordered something different, and he told you if you didn’t like what you got then the two of you would just swap.
But when the plates arrived, you didn’t want to swap. The presentation was so pretty, you almost didn’t want to touch it, then you glanced up at him with a small smile.
“What did you get again?” You asked, leaning forward slightly.
He turned his plate just enough for you to see.
“Try it.” He said, like it wasn’t even a question.
You leaned ever so slightly across the table, your hand steadying lightly near his as you took a small bite off his fork, your brows lifting almost immediately.
“Oh, that’s good.” You nodded, clearly impressed, then you offered some of yours to him. “Your turn.”
He raised a brow, but leaned in anyway, taking a bite, his face changing slightly as he chewed.
“…Okay,” he admitted after a second, “Yours is better.”
You smiled, pleased with yourself, and for a while it just stayed like that- comfortable, quiet conversation, listening to his stories, him asking for another bottle of wine for the table.
It felt so natural, even more natural than any of your past relationships. But you couldn’t let yourself think about that for too long. You didn't want this to become complicated.
You were halfway through telling Noah a story when a gentle voice interrupted from beside you.
“Sorry to interrupt…”
You both turned slightly, it was an older lady sitting at the table next to yours, her expression warm and kind, her eyes settling on you first.
“I just wanted to say,” she continued softly, “Your dress is absolutely beautiful.”
You blinked, a little caught off guard by the compliment.
“Oh- thank you.” You said quickly, your hand instinctively adjusting one of the straps on your shoulder as a little genuine smile spread across your face.
She smiled wider, clearly pleased.
“And you two,” she added, glancing between you and Noah, “Make such a lovely couple.”
Your heart fluttered, and before you could say anything, Noah was already in the act, like he didn’t even need to think.
“Thank you.” He said happily, his tone warm, his hand moving almost absentmindedly back toward yours over the table.
The woman tilted her head curiously.
“How long have you been together?”
“Two years.” You said with no hesitation, and Noah nodded as if he was confirming it.
“It’s our anniversary tonight.” He added, his thumb brushing against your hand.
The woman’s smile softened even more.
“How exciting!” She beamed, “Are you having a nice time?”
You let out a small breath of a laugh.
“Yeah… yeah, I am.”
“And have you been to Paris before?” She asked, “This is my first time, isn’t it lovely!”
“It’s my first time too,” you said with a smile, before turning to Noah, “He’s been here…”
“A handful of times.” Noah finished.
She looked delighted.
“Oh, how lovely! And you came specifically for your anniversary?” She asked, looking at Noah now.
He nodded, a soft smile on his lips.
“The city of love… it seemed like the right place.”
Your stomach flipped again, and the woman nodded approvingly, clearly charmed.
“Well, you both look very happy.”
For a second you just looked at each other, yet neither of you spoke. Because you were. You both were.
“We are.” You said softly with an almost shy smile.
She gave you one last warm smile before turning back to her own table. Then you looked down at your hand, still resting with his, your fingers curled against his skin.
“I think we were pretty convincing.” You said, smiling as you looked up at him.
Noah’s thumb brushed slowly across your hand again.
“Oh definitely.” He said, his voice soft, but still a little playful.
After that, it all settled again. You finished what you could on your plate, and then desert was served. And after that, you turned to look out the window, completely forgetting this was also a tour of the river.
Outside, the city looked beautiful. It was all lit by soft golden lights… and so was the Eiffel Tower.
Wow. It looked even better at night.
And then slowly, tiny lights began to flicker across it. Just a few at first… then the whole thing began to sparkle in the dark sky, and you couldn’t help but gasp.
“Oh my god…” You whispered to yourself.
You didn’t notice it at first, but Noah wasn’t looking at the tower at all. His eyes were fully on you, watching the way your eyes lit up, the way your expression completely softened in awe.
“It does that every hour at night.” He said quietly, like he didn’t want to break the moment for you.
You glanced back over at him.
“Every hour?” You asked, your voice just as quiet.
“Mhm.”
You turned back to the window, resting your elbow lightly against the table, your chin brushing your knuckles as you kept watching.
“It’s so pretty.” You almost whispered.
Then there was a small pause, Noah was silent for a moment before simply just saying,
“Yeah, it is.” But you knew he wasn’t talking about the tower.
You swallowed, then slowly turned your head back towards him, and your eyes met again. And for a moment, neither of you spoke.
And in that moment, you knew this was more than what he was making it out to be. So you reached for your glass, taking a sip of your wine, and your foot accidently brushed his under the table.
At first it was a mistake, just a soft tap of the tip of your toes against his leg… but when you noticed he didn’t move away, you dragged it up ever so slightly, a little teasing smile on your face as you lifted your gaze to meet his.
And of course, he was already looking at you. A playful smirk on his lips as his finger traced the base of his own glass.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
You tilted your head innocently, though the glint in your eyes gave you away instantly.
“Am I?” You asked softly, taking another slow sip of your wine.
“You tell me.”
But he didn’t move, he didn’t pull away or stop you.
“We’re just pretending, remember?” You said, though you didn’t sound very convincing.
“Mhm sure,” he hummed, not breaking eye contact, “That’s what this is?”
Your foot traced up his leg a little again, but slower this time. And you didn’t answer him, because if you were being honest, you didn’t really know anymore. And judging by the way he was looking at you in this moment, neither did he.
“You’re not stopping me.” You pointed out quietly as you held his gaze, and you noticed something changed in the way he was looking at you. Like his eyes darkened ever so slightly.
“No.” He said quietly, making your heart skip a beat.
It was like the air between you became heavier, like you couldn’t possibly play it off and joke about it anymore.
Fuck, you felt light headed, and it definitely wasn’t because of the wine.
You thought you better say something again, anything really, but when your lips parted nothing came out.
Because what could you possibly say?
So instead, you set your glass down carefully with a soft sigh.
“Noah…” You started, your voice dropping a little quieter again.
He didn’t look away or interrupt, he just watched you, waiting for what you were going to say… and that was enough to fluster you. So you hesitated, letting out the smallest breath of a laugh, shaking your head.
“This isn’t…” you trailed off, chewing on your lip for a second before forcing yourself to say it, to say what you were both thinking, “This isn’t very pretend of us. Is it?”
“I know.” He said simply.
You felt your heart start to beat just a little faster, your tummy doing backflips as he slowly slid his hand across the table, until it was in between you both, then he turned it over, his palm open like an invitation.
You looked at it for a moment before sliding your hand into his, and your heart fluttered as his fingers closed around yours.
But then the boat came to a stop, and the lights brightened a little. The staff bustled about, preparing for the guests to disembark, and you felt like you were slowly being pulled back into reality.
But you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay right here, on this night, with him forever.
“…We have to go, don’t we?” You asked, glancing up at Noah.
He gave you a slow nod.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “C’mon.”
He didn’t let go of your hand as he stood, and you followed. You reached for your little clutch bag, and the both of you carefully stepped off the boat.
And then the cold hit you immediately.
It hit your bare arms, sharp and sudden after the warmth inside, and you let out a small, involuntary shiver, your arms wrapping around yourself.
“Holy shit it’s cold.” You laughed under your breath, rubbing your arms.
Before you even knew it, Noah was shrugging off his jacket- since he did seem to be the more sensible one out of the two of you. He stepped closer without a word, draping it over your shoulders before pulling it closed at the front.
And it swallowed you completely.
The sleeves fell past your hands, the fabric already warm from his body, and it smelled like him… but you couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out as you looked down at yourself.
“I look like I’m playing dress up.” You giggled.
That made his lips curve into a smile, his eyes dragging over you, making your stomach flutter.
“No, you look cute.” He said, like it was obvious.
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away as you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, leaning just a little closer to him as you started to walk.
Oh fuck. You forgot about the steps.
It wasn’t too bad earlier, but after a couple glasses of wine, and feeling giddy off Noah’s company, you reached for his arm, your hand tightening around his bicep as he helped you balance.
“Careful.” He said quietly as you wobbled, stopping on the step above you to wait for you, before his hand came to rest carefully at your waist, steadying you as you walked.
“I’m fine.” You insisted, though you didn’t let go of him. You didn’t want to either.
By the time you finally reached the top, you were practically tucked into his side, his jacket wrapped around you, your hand still hooked around his arm.
The city felt quieter now, even with the sound of traffic and distant chatter. Everything just felt different here, and even though it was still just the first day, you already knew you didn’t want to leave.
Noah patted down his pockets, looking for his phone, before remembering it was in his jacket pocket. He quickly asked you to spin for him so he could grab it, so he could sort the car to come pick you up.
You stayed close while you waited, leaning into him as another breeze hit, and this time his arm wrapped tighter around your shoulders, pulling you into him properly.
“Still cold?” He asked, glancing down at you.
“A little.” You nodded, your voice softer now, your cheek brushing slightly against his arm as you looked out at the street.
But thankfully it wasn’t long before the car pulled up, and he guided you toward it, his hand still resting at your back as he opened the door for you. You climbed in first, still wrapped in his jacket, still warm from him, and as he followed in after you, the door shutting behind him, the quiet settled in again.
You rested your head on his shoulder as the car began to move, but after a while you looked up at him, noticing how he was glancing out the window.
“…Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly.
He glanced down at you, his expression gentler now, the teasing completely gone for a second.
“For what?”
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you sounded stupid. He told you time and time again not to thank him.
But then you just smiled.
“For tonight. It’s been really nice.”
His gaze held yours for a moment, before nodding his head just once.
“It has.”
…
By the time the car finally pulled up to the hotel, you didn’t want to move. You were comfy here, and you enjoyed watching the city lights pass outside the window.
But it was getting late now. Noah probably wanted you both to have an early night again. So you lifted your head slightly as the driver came to a stop, blinking as you adjusted to the bright lights, and Noah’s hand slid from your thigh- where it had been resting for the last five minutes- as he reached for the door.
“C’mon, princess.” He teased, holding his hand out for you as you stepped out of the car, the cold air suddenly hitting you again
You pulled the jacket tighter around yourself as Noah thanked the driver, then turned back to you.
“Let’s get you warm, yeah?”
You nodded, your hand finding his as he guided you inside, and the warmth wrapped around you the moment you both stepped through the doors. But for some reason, you were still shivering.
He noticed while you were standing waiting for the elevator, and his hand came up to your arm, pulling you in closer as he rubbed up and down gently, like he was trying to warm you up properly.
“Jesus, you’re freezing.” He chuckled as you both stepped in to the elevator, not pulling away for a second.
You laughed softly, your hand coming up to catch his wrist as he rubbed warmth back into your skin.
“I’m okay.” You insisted, though you leaned into it anyway.
And as the doors closed, you realised just how close you two were.
Your eyes lifted, and his dropped to meet yours. And you knew you both felt it, how little space there was between you. How his hand hadn’t moved away, if anything, he was only pulling you in closer.
Then, for a second, his gaze dropped to your lips.
Your breathing slowed, along with the world around you… and carefully, he leaned in.
He gave you time to pull back, to stop him. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the space.
Your lips met his in a soft kiss that lasted barely a second, but oh it felt like so much more. It was warm and gentle, and it felt so real.
You turned to face him properly now, and your hands found his shoulders to pull him down to your height, your fingers resting there as you leaned in first this time, kissing him again.
But this one lasted a little longer, and even as the elevator came to a stop on your floor, neither of you pulled away. Instead, the kiss deepened, and somehow- without breaking it- Noah guided you forward, his hands on your waist as he gently tugged you out into the hallway.
You stumbled a little, giggling softly against his mouth, but it still didn’t stop either of you.
Your arms wrapped around his neck loosely as he walked you backwards down the hall, like he knew exactly where he was going even though neither of you were paying attention to anything except each other.
But then he came to a stop outside the room, your back brushing the door as he reached into his pocket for the key card. There was a soft click, then the door pushed open behind you. And still, neither of you broke the kiss.
He guided you inside, one hand at your waist, the other reaching behind him to shut the door, the quiet thud echoing in the room as you both finally paused for a second, pulling back just enough to catch your breath
Your foreheads nearly brushed, your breath mingling, your fingers still gripping onto him like you didn’t want to let go.
But then he pulled back fully- or just enough so he could slip his jacket off of your shoulders. The fabric slid down your arms before falling to the floor, suddenly leaving you feeling more exposed.
He looked at you for a moment, like he was taking you in… then he leaned in again, but this time his lips found your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine, and a wave of heat between your thighs. Your head tipped back as your hands slid up to his shoulders, one of them stayed there, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt, the other found his hair, and gave a gentle tug.
“Noah…” You breathed, barely louder than a whisper.
For a second his lips lingered there, pressing one last gentle kiss before he pulled back just
And this time there was no question in it. This wasn’t him teasing, or pretending. His fingers laced with yours gently, then he took a step back, guiding you with him towards his bed. He moved slowly, like he was giving you the chance to stop, to say no, to pull away. But you didn’t.
You followed, and as he sat down on the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs, and then his hands slid to your waist as he looked up at you.
God, one moment you were like this, and the next he was pulling you towards him. He moved too as he pulled you down, so he was sitting against the headboard, then you let out a small breath of surprise as your balance shifted, your hands finding his shoulders again as he guided you down, settling you into his lap like you belonged here.
Your knees rested on either side of him, the soft mattress dipping slightly beneath you, and for a second you just looked at him… his hair a little messy from where you had ran your fingers through it just now, the way his lips had traces of your lipstick, and his eyes were darker now, focused entirely on you.
A shy smile tugged on your lips as his hands tightened his hold on your waist just enough to steady you… then he kissed you again.
But this time, it wasn’t so soft. It was hungrier, needier. Your fingers slid up into his hair, your body pressed into his, and he responded instantly, one big hand moving from your waist up along your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His thumb brushed your side as the kiss deepened, and you could feel his chest rising and falling beneath your hands, how his breathing was becoming heavier, and mixed with the anticipation of whatever this was going to be, it just made your heart race.
Noah then pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours again. His hands came back to your waist, like he wasn’t sure where to keep them. And for a long moment, he simply just looked at you like this, taking in every detail- the flush on your cheeks, the way the soft lamp light caught on your skin, the nervous yet eager way you were watching him.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, almost like he couldn’t help himself, like he couldn’t quite believe it.
His fingers traced up your sides, soft and gently, until they reached the zipper at the back of your dress. He paused there, his fingertips lingering on the metal tab...
“Can I?” He asked softly, eyes searching yours. “I want to see you.”
You nodded, barely able to speak.
“Yes.”
Noah’s breath hitched. He kept his gaze on your face as he slowly dragged the zipper down, the soft sound of it filling the quiet room. The silk loosened around your upper body, the straps slipping from your shoulders on their own. He helped them the rest of the way, gently sliding the fabric down your arms.
Then the front of the dress fell away, pooling at your waist.
Your bare breasts were suddenly exposed to him, rising and falling with your quick breaths. Your nipples had already tightened in the cool air of the room- or was it from his touch?
You noticed that Noah went very still. For a few long seconds, he just stared. His lips parted, eyes wide with both awe and hunger. His hands hovered near your waist like he was afraid to touch you too soon.
“God…” He breathed, almost in disbelief. “Look at you.”
He swallowed hard, his gaze tracing every curve, the soft swell of your tits, the way they sat on your chest, the gentle rise and fall with each breath.
“They’re perfect,” he whispered. His voice was quieter now, almost stunned. “So soft… so pretty.”
He slid one hand slowly up your body, hesitating just inches away from your left breast.
“Can I touch you?” He asked, voice husky but gentle. “Please?”
You nodded quickly, your own breath shaky, and you tried not to sound too eager.
“Yes…”
The moment his big, warm palm cupped your breast, you both let out a little sound. His hand was large enough that it nearly covered you completely, his thumb brushing tenderly over your nipple. He groaned quietly, eyes fluttering half shut as he felt the weight and softness of you in his hand.
“Fuck… they feel even better than they look.” He whispered, without even realising the words had left his mouth. He squeezed gently, watching the way your soft flesh spilled slightly between his fingers, the way his palm was so large that it nearly swallowed you whole.
He leaned in and pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss to the top of your breast, then another lower, until his lips brushed your nipple. He looked up at you, his eyes dark but still so careful.
“Is this okay?” He whispered against your skin.
You nodded again, fingers threading into his hair.
“Yes… please.”
Noah let out a relieved, hungry sound and took your nipple into his mouth, slow and gentle at first, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he sucked softly. He brought his other hand up, cupping the right breast as well, kneading and caressing, learning the weight and the shape of you with his hands.
Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing your wet nipple.
“I could spend hours on these,” he said. “They’re so fucking perfect. So soft… so sensitive…”
He then switched sides, giving your other breast the same worshipful attention with his mouth while his hand continued to explore the first.
At this point, you were trembling in his lap, soft moans slipping from your lips as he learned exactly how you liked to be touched- what pressure made you arch, what made you whimper, what made your fingers tighten in his hair.
And it was clear Noah was in no rush. You could already tell he was going to take his time tonight, to learn every single inch of you.
So you wanted to return the favour, to learn him, to touch him, and you reached for his belt, your hands slipping between your bodies, desperate to feel more of him.
But Noah caught your wrists gently but firmly before you could undo it.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice low and strained. “I’m not rushing this.”
He brought your hands up and pressed them against the headboard above you, like a silent way of telling you to keep them there. Then he leaned in and kissed you again, deep and slow and hungry… before his mouth moved lower again.
He kissed down your neck, your collarbone, and finally back to your breasts. This time he took his time, sucking one nipple into his mouth with a low groan, tongue swirling around the hardened nipple while his hand continued to paw at the other. The warm, wet heat of his mouth made your back arch, pushing your chest further into his face.
After a moment, Noah pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny, his eyes dark with restraint.
“Lay back for me, baby.” He whispered.
You slowly leaned backwards, sliding off his lap until your back met the cool sheets. Noah followed, crawling over you, his tall, broad frame caging you in. He hooked his fingers into the silk pooled at your waist and tugged it down your hips, letting the dress finally slip off completely and tossed it to the floor.
Now you were completely bare beneath him- or almost.
His gaze dragged slowly down your body… your soft breasts, your tummy, your thighs, and the little damp patch on your underwear. He let out a shaky breath, like the sight had stolen the air from his lungs.
“God… you’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered.
He kissed down your chest again, spending some more time on your tits- which you could already tell may be his favourite part of you- sucking, licking, gently biting until your nipples were stiff and sensitive. Then he moved lower, lips brushing over your belly, kissing every inch like he just wanted to worship you.
When he reached the waistband of your underwear, he paused. He pressed slow, open mouthed kisses along the edge of the lace, teasing you, making you squirm beneath him. His breath was hot against your skin as he moved lower, kissing right over your clothed clit.
You gasped, your hips already wriggling, but Noah’s hands were already there to hold you down. Then he looked up at you again, his eyes still dark and hungry, but still gentle.
“You’re okay with this?” He asked softly, voice rough with need. His hand came up to cup you gently over the lace, palm warm and broad against your soaked pussy. “Tell me, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
You nodded quickly, your breath shaky as you forced the words out.
“Yes… please.”
He let out a low, relieved sound and kissed your clit again through the fabric, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down your thighs, tossing them aside.
Now you were completely naked beneath him.
Noah took a moment just to look at you- his eyes tracing every part of you, every inch of skin he’d been dying to see. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin near your pussy but not quite touching where you needed him most.
He leaned down and pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss right over your clit, then looked up at you again.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered against you. “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
You nodded your head, already slightly trembling.
“Noah…”
Immediately, he stopped, and lifted his head to look at you.
“Yeah?”
“Could you maybe go slow?… Nobody’s ever done this for me before.” You admitted, almost embarrassed.
You watched as Noah’s expression changed into something warm and almost pitying. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, and then the other, before settling back down between your legs.
“Oh sweet girl,” he pouted, “You never had anyone eat this pretty pussy before? That’s such a shame.”
He moved slowly, using his thumbs to gently part your lips, leaving you completely exposed.
“Poor baby, look at you…” he cooed, leaning in to press the softest kiss right on your clit. “Your pussy’s been waiting so long for someone who knows what to do with you, hasn’t it?”
You whimpered, your hips already lifting, trying to meet his mouth again.
But Noah just smiled, then dragged his tongue in one slow, broad stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit. The wet heat of his mouth made you dizzy in an instant.
Pleased with the noises you were making, he licked again, but slower this time, like he was trying to memorise you with his mouth. Then when he reached your clit again, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it softly into his mouth.
You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripping the sheets, which then made Noah hum in approval, and the vibration of it travelled straight through you.
“There we go,” he whispered against your clit. “That’s what this pretty pussy needed, isn’t it? Someone who actually knows how to take care of it.”
You were so wet that he could easily slide two long fingers into you, gently curling them while his tongue continued its perfect lazy circles on your clit.
He was so good at this it was almost worrying, and he was so patient, so attentive, like he wanted to take his time to learn just what you liked.
“You feel that?” He asked, curling his fingers again. “Right there? That’s where you like it, hm? Poor thing… no one’s ever found that spot before, have they?”
You were already trembling, soft whimpers and gasps falling from your lips as he worked you open with his fingers and mouth. He was so patient and focused as he licked, sucked and stroked- like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.
Then after a moment, he pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny with your slick.
“You’re getting close, huh?” He smirked, his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit for a moment, “I can’t believe nobody’s ever taken their time with you like this… your pretty clit is so sensitive, isn’t it?”
He sucked your clit into his mouth again, gentler this time, while his finger kept stroking that perfect spot inside you. And you were right there, right on the edge. Your hips rolled against his face, one hand tangling into his soft hair as moans spilled from your lips.
And just like that, he pulled away.
You whimpered in frustration, trying to chase his mouth while his fingers stilled inside you.
“Noah please…”
“Shhh,” he soothed, pressing the softest most gentle kiss to your clit. “Not yet, sweet girl. You’re doing so well… but I’m not ready for you to cum just yet. I want to enjoy you a little longer.”
He kept you there, right on the edge. Every time you got close, he pulled back just enough to let the pleasure fade, only to build it up again, and by the second time he edged you, your thighs were shaking, tears pricking at your eyes.
“Noah,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I can’t keep- I need to-”
He looked up at you, lips glistening, eyes soft with mock pity.
“Oh, you’ve never been edged before either, have you, princess?”
He leaned in again, mouth hovering just above your clit.
“Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you need to cum on my tongue.”
“Please, Noah,” you whimpered almost instantly, “Please… I can’t take it anymore.”
He pulled back a little to kiss up the inside of your thigh, softly and almost tenderly, and at the same time he carefully pulled his fingers out of you, despite the way your walls were clenching, begging them to stay.
“Mm, you see, that’s not my name, baby,” he said, his voice dark and low and teasing, “You called me something else earlier… remember?”
Your mind was foggy, but the memory came back- the way you had jokingly said it during breakfast…
You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning with both embarrassment and arousal.
“Please… please, sir.” You whispered, voice shaky and shy.
Noah’s eyes darkened instantly. A slow, pleased smile spread across his face.
“There she is,” he cooed, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss right over your swollen clit. “My sweet, polite baby… begging so nicely for me. I always knew you'd be such a good girl for me.”
He slid his two fingers back inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while his tongue returned to your clit- but slower and more focused this time, like he was rewarding you.
You let out a broken moan, your back arching off the bed as he hooked your thighs over his broad shoulders.
“Please, sir… please,” you begged again, your fingers tightening in his hair. “I’ve been so good… please let me cum. I need it. I need it so bad-”
Noah groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your toes curl.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. He sucked your clit into his mouth again, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper and curling with every stroke. This time he didn’t pull back. He kept that perfect, delicious pace, pushing you right to the edge and then tipping you over it. “Cum for me, sweet girl,” he growled softly against your clit. “Show me how good you can be...”
A loud, broken cry tore from you, and you knew you were sure to get noise complaints from other guests in the hotel. But right now, you didn’t care. Your thighs clamped around his head, feeling yourself pulse around his fingers while he licked and stroked you through it… and he didn’t stop until you were trying to shove his head away, breathless and whimpering.
When he did pull pack, his lips and chin glistening with you, he kissed back up your body- your thighs, tummy, chest, until your lips met again. He then gathered you into his arms, cradling your naked, flushed, panting body against his fully clothed one.
He praised you between soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. Then he brushed your hair away from your face, looking at you properly, taking in the pink of your cheeks, the way you looked so dazed, the way your lips parted ever so slightly.
After a few moments, he carefully moved you higher on the bed, moving you so you were lying back against the plush pillows. He took his time arranging them behind your head and shoulders, fluffing them until you were perfectly comfortable.
“Better?” He asked softly, brushing your hair back from your flushed face.
You nodded, still a little dazed and blissed out, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
“You wanna stop, or-”
You shook your head immediately, feeling yourself come back to your body.
“No… you think I wanna stop after that?”
Noah chuckled as he shrugged.
“I didn’t want to be an asshole and just assume.”
Noah sat back on his knees between your spread thighs and reached for his belt. The quiet clink of the metal buckle made you bite your lip, and you just watched, completely mesmerised as he pulled the leather through the loops and set it aside. Only then did you notice the way the front of his trousers had tented obscenely- the thick outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric.
He noticed you staring and gave you a devilish, teasing smirk.
He pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs in one smooth motion, letting his cock spring free. You swallowed hard at the sight of it- thick and heavy and long, not too big that you couldn’t take it, but the most perfect, delicious size..
Before he could move again, you bit your lip harder, your eyes dragging slowly up his body as you suddenly got a wave of post-orgasm confidence.
“And lose the shirt too…” you said softly, “C’mon… lemme see it all.”
Noah let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by your cheekiness. He unbuttoned a couple more buttons of his shirt before grabbing it by the collar, and tugging it off over his head in one smooth motion… revealing himself fully to you for the first time.
Your breath caught. He was gorgeous. Big, broad shoulders, a strong, toned chest covered in tattoos, and as he moved and flexed, you could see his abs. The sharp v lines at his hips made your mouth water. God, you’ve never wanted someone so badly. Especially right now, with the way he looked so fucking hot, so powerful, and completely focused on you.
Noah tossed the shirt aside and crawled back over you, bracing himself on his forearms so his body hovered just above yours. The heat of his skin radiated against you, and you could feel the heavy weight of his cock resting against your soaked pussy.
He looked down at you, eyes dark with lust but still so gentle.
“You like what you see, baby?” He teased as he leaned down, his hair falling into his eyes as his lips brushed yours, “Happy now?”
You nodded, hands sliding up his toned chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the firmness of muscle underneath. Noah kissed you slowly, letting you explore his body with your hands while the thick head of his cock nudged against your entrance, just enough to tease without pushing in yet.
After a moment, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes properly again, his voice low and rough.
“You still want this?” He asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “We can stop whenever you need. I just want you to feel good.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
“I want you,” you whispered. “Please.”
Noah groaned softly and reached down between you, lining himself up. He rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your swollen clit with every pass.
“Nice and slow, sweet girl,” he whispered against your lips. “Let me spoil my princess.”
He pressed forward, and the blunt head of his cock pushed against your entrance, stretching you open. You gasped sharply at the sheer size of him. You clearly underestimated him just now. He was thicker than anything you’d ever taken- which wasn't much of a surprise- and the pressure made your head spin. Noah immediately stilled when he felt the resistance, with only the head inside you. He dropped his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, clearly using every ounce of restraint he had.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he breathed, his voice strained. “You okay, baby? Talk to me.”
You nodded quickly, your nails (which he paid for) digging into his broad shoulders.
“It’s… big.” You whispered, a little overwhelmed.
“Oh, I know, sweet girl,” he cooed softly, kissing you tenderly. “Poor baby’s never had a cock this big before, huh? Just breathe for me… relax.”
He stayed perfectly still, only rocking the tiniest bit, letting you adjust to the stretch while he kissed you slow and deep. One of his hands slid down to your hip, holding you gently as he pushed in another inch.
You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of being stretched so full making you dizzy.
“That’s it,” he praised quietly. “Taking me so well already. Look at you… that’s my good girl.”
He worked himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, whispering soft, filthy praise against your lips the entire time.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so perfectly… so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Been waiting so long for me to stretch her open.”
When he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside you, he let out a deep, guttural groan and stayed there, letting you feel and squeeze arounf every inch of him. The fullness was overwhelming… but at the same time, you never wanted him to pull out.
Noah lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glossy and dazed with lust, his hair falling into his eyes, his chain necklace dangling from his neck.
“You feel that, baby?” he rasped. “Feel how deep I am? That’s all yours now... every inch.”
He slowly rolled his hips once, pressing right against that spot deep inside you, making you moan out loud again, your nails digging into his back.
Noah smiled against your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.
“That’s it, don’t be shy baby, lemme hear how good I’m making you feel.”
All you could do was let out a broken noise, and then he started moving, giving you long, slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive part of you. His body hovered over yours, muscles flexing with every thrust as he fucked you.
God, he was so good at this- not that you’d ever doubted him. But every thrust, every roll of his hips made your toes curl, and all you could do was lie there and take it all.
And fuck, it felt like you were in heaven.
But then something in his eyes changed… they became darker and hungrier.
He pulled your wrists up and pinned them above your head again with one large hand, holding them there firmly. His other hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider as he rolled his hips, hitting deeper this time, making you gasp sharply.
“Fuck… that’s better,” he growled, his voice dropping lower. “I want you right where I can use you properly.”
He started fucking you harder, still deep, but with more control and more power behind every thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as he drove into you. His grip on your wrists tightened, keeping you pinned beneath him while his other hand slid under your ass, tilting your hips up so he could sink even deeper. You watched in real time as his brain shut off, and he started thinking with his dick.
“God, listen to how wet you are,” he rasped, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “Taking my cock so well, sweet girl. This tight little pussy was made to be fucked by me.”
He leaned down and bit your neck, then soothed it with his tongue, all while pounding into you with slow, deep strokes. Every thrust made your soft tits bounce and pulled desperate moans from your throat.
Suddenly, without warning, Noah pulled out, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Before you could protest, he flipped you over onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.
He grabbed your hips and yanked them up, forcing you onto your knees with your chest still pressed to the mattress. The manhandling was effortless, his strength now on full display.
“Arch your back for me, princess.” He ordered, then one big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further as the other gripped your hip.
He lined himself up and thrust back in. Hard.
You moaned loudly into the pillow as he filled you again in one smooth stroke. This angle was even deeper and felt even better. Noah groaned in satisfaction, both hands now gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
“That’s it,” he growled, one hand sliding up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, before gently tugging, pulling your head back, “Take it just like that. Fuck, you look so good like this… ass up, face down for me, letting me use this pretty pussy.”
Oh he was relentless now, his hips snapping against your ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the luxurious suite. Every time he bottomed out he ground against you, making sure you felt every last fucking inch.
He leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear as he fucked you harder.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” He cooed mockingly, his voice dripping with lust and dominance. “All that waiting… and now you’re getting fucked exactly how you needed, huh? Or do you need more?”
His hand slid around to rub your clit in tight circles while he kept pounding into you, never losing rhythm.
“You can take it, can’t you? Take every fucking inch for me.”
You were shaking, moaning helplessly, completely overwhelmed by how deep he was, how strong he was, how completely he was owning your body the way you’d dreamed of ever since the beginning of this… arrangement.
But still, you nodded your head- as much as his grip on your hair would allow you to- and Noah pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then bit down gently as he growled,
“Good fucking girl.”
Noah fucked you like that for a few more deep, dizzying strokes, his cock driving so deep it made your eyes water. Then, without warning, he pulled out again. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he was already moving you. He sat back against the headboard and yanked you up into his lap again, manhandling you like a doll. Your legs were resting on the mattress either side of his thighs, and with one hand on your hip, his other hand guided his thick cock back to your dripping entrance.
“Sit on it,” he ordered, voice rough against your ear. “All the way, princess. I want to see every inch disappear inside you.”
You tried. You sank down onto his cock with a shaky moan, but your legs were too shaky, your body still blissed out and sluggish from how hard he’d just fucked you and how good you feel. You only managed to take half of him before your thighs gave out. When you stopped, Noah clicked his tongue, almost mocking.
“Can’t even ride me properly?” He chuckled darkly, gripping your hips hard. “Too fucked out already?”
Before you could answer, he tightened his grip and slammed you down onto his cock hard, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out, head falling forward, resting against his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he growled, teeth grazing the space between your neck and your shoulder. “Take it all, baby.”
He didn’t let you set the pace. He didn’t even let you think about it. His hands dug into your soft hips as he fucked up into you, hard and deep, making your tits bounce and your moans turn into broken sobs of pleasure. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, making your eyes roll back.
Fuck, you were so overwhelmed you could barely move, you could just take everything he gave you. But then Noah’s hand slid up your body and wrapped firmly around your throat- not squeezing hard, but possessive, holding you in place as he fucked you from below.
“Look at me.” He demanded.
When you didn’t respond fast enough, he used his other hand to grab your jaw, smushing your cheeks together as he pulled you off of his shoulder and turned your face toward him. Your teary, blissed out eyes met his dark ones as he continued pounding up into you.
“That’s better,” he growled, staring straight into your eyes while he fucked you senseless. “I want to see your pretty face while I ruin this tight little pussy.”
His grip on your jaw loosened slightly, but he kept your face close to his, forcing you to look at him as he thrust up harder, faster, the wet slap of your ass meeting his thighs echoing through the suite.
“You’re mine tonight,” he rasped, eyes burning into yours. “Every fucking inch of you. Say it.”
You could barely speak, but you whimpered through the overwhelming pleasure,
“I’m… I’m yours…”
Noah groaned in satisfaction and fucked you even harder, bouncing you on his cock like you were weightless. His hand stayed possessively around your throat while the other gripped your hip, controlling every movement as he used your body exactly how he wanted.
“Mhm… this is what I pay for, isn’t it, princess?” His voice was rough, filthy, and teasing all at once. “I spoil you rotten… buy you anything you want, take you to Paris, give you the world… and in return, I get to bury my cock this deep inside you.”
He let out a dark, breathless chuckle, grinding up into you again.
“Look at you… my pretty little sugar baby, all fucked out and dripping on my cock. This is exactly what I’ve been paying for.”
You couldn’t help but whimper- and then, as if he decided you finally deserved it, his fingers slid between your bodies and found your swollen clit and started rubbing lazy circles.
“Again,” he growled against your ear, his voice rough and clearly strained. “I want to feel you cum on my cock this time, sweet girl.”
You were already shaking, overstimulated and blissed out, but his fingers never stopped circling your clit while he kept thrusting up into you, and all of a sudden, the pleasure was building faster. And before you knew it, your head fell forward against his shoulder again, as your second orgasm crashed into you without warning.
You cried out, body seizing up as your pussy clenched hard around his thick cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Noah groaned deeply, his grip on your waist tightening almost painfully as he fought to stay in control.
“That’s it… good fucking girl,” he rasped, his voice breaking with restraint. “Cum on my cock just like that. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
But he didn’t pull out. Instead, he let you stay seated on his cock, buried to the hilt as you trembled and shook through the aftershocks. You were moving weakly at your own pace on him now, small, lazy rocks of your hips as you came down, your pussy still clenching around him.
Noah’s breathing was ragged. His forehead pressed against your shoulder, jaw clenched so hard you could feel the tension in his body. Every little movement you made on his cock had him groaning, his hips twitching like he was barely holding himself back from fucking up into you again.
“Baby…” His voice was strained, almost desperate. “Fuck… you feel too good. I’m so close.”
He kept one arm locked around you, holding you down on his cock as he tried to steady his breathing. His other hand came up to cup your jaw, turning you to face him again. And when you looked at him, his eyes were darker than you’ve ever seen, his pupils blown wide with lust and restraint.
“I don’t want to cum inside you,” he confessed, voice rough. “Not tonight. Not on our first time.” He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as his cock twitched inside you. “I need your mouth,” he said, the words almost a plea. “Please, baby. Let me use that pretty mouth. I want to watch you swallow every drop.”
His hips gave one small, helpless thrust up into you, like even saying it out loud was pushing him closer to the edge.
“I’ve been so good for you… holding back this whole time, giving you what you want- what you need. Let me fuck your throat a little like a good girl. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, clenching around him once more- and Noah hissed through his teeth, his grip on you tightening. He suddenly lifted you off his cock with ease, moving you again until you were kneeling between his spread thighs. His cock stood heavy and throbbing right in front of your face, glistening with your wetness, flushed dark and leaking.
He wrapped one hand around the base and used the other to gently cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip…
“Open up for me, princess. Let me use that pretty mouth I pay so well for.” Noah’s eyes were dark with lust as he guided the thick head of his cock to your lips, tapping it against them once, twice. “That’s it… wider.”
You parted your lips obediently and he slowly pushed the head inside, groaning deeply at the wet heat of your mouth.
“Fuck… just like that.”
He didn’t shove in all at once. He let you adjust, feeding you his cock inch by inch, watching with heavy lidded eyes as your lips stretched around his thickness. But the moment you started sucking, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around him like you’d been waiting for this ever since that first date- Noah’s breath hitched sharply.
“Shit-” His hand tightened in your hair. “You’re… fuck, baby. You’re really good at that.” He sounded almost surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to take him so eagerly, so skillfully. You looked up at him with teary eyes, cheeks hollowed, sucking him deeper while your tongue worked the underside of his cock.
Noah’s head fell back against the headboard for a second, a low, filthy groan rumbling from his chest.
“Oh my god… that’s it. Just like that, sweet girl.” He looked back down at you, eyes blown wide with lust. “You’ve been hiding this pretty mouth from me? All this time I’ve been spoiling you and you suck cock like a fucking dream?”
He started rocking his hips slowly, fucking shallowly into your mouth while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding you but not forcing you too deep.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice dripping with filthy appreciation. “On your knees, lips wrapped around the cock that's paying for everything you own… and you’re taking me so well.”
You moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Noah cursed under his breath and pushed a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.
“Easy, baby… breathe through your nose. That’s it- fuck, you’re taking me so nicely.”
He was losing control fast. His hips started moving a little faster, a little rougher, but he was still careful, watching your face, making sure you were okay through it all.
“You’re gonna make me cum so hard,” he groaned, thumb stroking your cheek as he fucked your mouth. “Been holding back all night just so I watch you swallow it all… or are you gonna let me paint this pretty face?”
You nodded eagerly, not minding either option, your eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. The wet, obscene sounds of you sucking him filled the room, sloppy and eager.
Noah’s breathing was ragged, his grip in your hair tightening as he fucked your mouth with shallower, more desperate thrusts. His cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, veins pulsing.
“Fuck… I’m so close,” he growled, voice strained as he made the decision- “But I don’t want to cum down your throat tonight.”
He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, leaving you gasping with strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. He then got up onto his knees, towering over you as you knelt low between his thighs, looking up at him with teary, lust drunk eyes.
“Stay right there… perfect, look up at me, baby.”
One hand fisted your hair to keep your face tilted up while the other stroked his slick cock fast and tight right in front of you. His abs flexed with every movement as he jerked himself off.
“Such a pretty fucking face,” he groaned, staring down at you like you were his masterpiece. “All that money I spend on you, princess… dressing you up, spoiling you rotten… and now I get to paint this beautiful face and those perfect tits.”
His strokes grew faster and even more erratic as his jaw clenched.
“Open your mouth. Tongue out, baby. Just like that… good girl.”
You obeyed instantly, tongue hanging out, eyes locked on his as he stroked himself over your face. The wet sounds of his hand moving over his cock filled the room, and then with a deep, guttural groan, Noah came hard.
Thick ropes of warm cum painted across your face, landing on your tongue, your cheek, your lips. He kept stroking through it, aiming lower, painting your tits and chest with the rest of his load. You looked utterly filthy and beautiful, covered in him, blinking up at him with teary eyes.
Noah let out a long, satisfied groan as the last spurts landed on your tongue, which you obediantly swallowed. He stared down at you, breathing hard, clearly mesmerized by the sight.
“God… look at you,” he murmured, voice hoarse with awe. “My perfect girl. Covered in my cum.”
He reached down and used his thumb to smear some of his release across your bottom lip, then pushed it into your mouth, letting you taste more.
“You’ve never looked prettier, sweetheart.” He whispered.
He then leaned down and kissed you messily, tasting himself on your tongue, before pulling back with a dark, satisfied smirk.
“Mm, don’t move, princess. Let me admire my work for a minute.”
Noah stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes, taking in the sight of your flushed face and tits covered in his cum. You looked utterly ruined- lips swollen, eyes glassy, his release streaked across you.
He hesitated for a second, then gave you a wicked little smirk.
“Can I take a picture?” He asked, his voice low and rough. “Just for me, I promise. Something to look at when I’m stuck in a hotel room on the road, missing this pretty face.”
You bit your lip, still hazy and floating, but a shy smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Then you gave him a shy little nod.
“…Okay. But only if I get to take one of you next time.”
Noah’s eyebrows lifted, clearly surprised and very pleased. A slow, cocky smile spread across his face.
“Next time, huh?” he teased, voice dripping with amusement. “Already planning round two… or three? Greedy girl.”
He leaned down and kissed you again, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.
“You got a deal, princess.”
He reached over to the nightstand for his phone, snapped a couple of pictures of you, making sure the angle caught your cum-covered face and tits beautifully. He groaned softly as he looked at the screen.
“God, you’re going to ruin me with these.”
He set the phone down, then pulled his boxers back up his thighs, tucking his spent cock away. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, and you heard the sound of the large marble tub filling with water. For a stupid moment you wondered if this was it. If this was like every time you and your ex would fuck and he’d leave you to clean yourself up while he took a shower then fell asleep... but of course that wouldn’t be the case. Because Noah returned with a soft, warm cloth, and sat down on the edge of the bed beside you, gentle again now.
“Come here, sweet girl.” He said softly.
You shuffled closer, and he tilted your chin up with two fingers and began carefully wiping your face with the warm cloth- across your cheeks and lips and chin- every touch was careful and soft, and then he moved lower. He gently cleaned your chest, cupping one of your breasts as he wiped his cum from your soft skin.
“You were so good for me tonight,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Took everything I gave you so beautifully. Thank you.”
“For what?” You asked with a soft chuckle as he wiped your chest.
“For trusting me with your body.” He said truthfully- and you had to hide the way those words made you feel.
When he was satisfied you were mostly clean, he set the cloth aside and helped you up onto your feet, guiding you into the bathroom, where the huge tub was now half full and steaming.
He helped you carefully into the warm water first, then slipped in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. His long legs stretched out on either side of yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close under the water.
The steam rose around you both. Noah pressed soft lazy kisses along your bare shoulder, one hand idly stroking your tummy beneath the surface.
“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, voice much gentler now. “I didn’t go too hard on you? I wasn’t too rough?”
“No,” You shook your head, leaning back into him with a content sigh. “It was perfect.”
You felt Noah smile against your skin and tightened his arms around you.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because this is just our first day here, baby. We’ve still got all weekend.”
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(i know my inbox is flooded but if anyone has any ideas or thoughts for literally anything to do with this fic please send them in!! i've tried to incorporate a few i've gotten into this but i'd love some more ideas! it could be anything from kinks or positions to pet names or future trips?? everyone has such wonderful ideas and i'd love some more because i'm a little stuck with this story!!)
"I need you" is arguably WAY MORE crazy then "I love you" or even "I want you" like he seriously said I NEED YOU on his knees in front a man who was beating him to death. Like what. Actually what was happening.
on the way home from work one day, you see a hot guy on the other side of the road, just leaving the gym. you don’t know at that moment just what’s in store for you, or who this guy really is…
this fic is just me having some fun :) no serious topics are involved but some chapters will be nsfw!
Chapter One ⋆ Chapter Two ⋆ Chapter Three* ⋆ Chapter Four ⋆ Chapter Five ⋆ Chapter Six ⋆ Chapter Seven* ⋆ Chapter Eight* ⋆ Chapter Nine ⋆ Chapter Ten ⋆ Chapter Eleven ⋆ Chapter Twelve
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the playlist!
noah being jealous whilst she trains with matt ⋆ reader singing just pretend in front of noah ⋆ matt and davis realising noah’s falling in love ⋆ noah's pov after kissing her hand ⋆ kylie and james finding out what matt told reader ⋆ noah's pov after matt picks him up ⋆ noah seeing readers room for the first time ⋆ noah buying her flowers ⋆ reversed roles! ⋆ noah seeing her room for the first time ⋆ davis reacting to finding out noah kissed her ⋆ noah's pov from the cafe scene (ch4) ⋆ noah's pov when she walks into the door/when he catches you watching from the winow ⋆ noah missing her in paris ⋆ noah can't sleep after kissing her* ⋆ chapter 4 alternate ending* ⋆ thought based on noah wearing that tshirt with his name on it ⋆ reader getting back into her hobbies ⋆ DAD!NOAH ⋆ chapter 7 in noah's pov* ⋆ reader asking about noah's tattoos
moodboard ⋆ kylie and james' mini character profile? ⋆ noah's hairstyle in the story
Series summary: Noah didn’t expect that his one night stand from 2020 would keep a secret from him for years. But now, in 2024, as Bad Omens is back in Oregon, he wasn’t expecting to run into you while trying to buy some energy drink so he could endure the tour.
You looked even prettier, yes, but what caught his attention wasn’t your beauty, or the fact that you looked like you’d just seen a ghost just by looking at him.
It was, in fact, the little girl holding your hand, telling you she liked his hoodie. He really wasn’t prepared for was seeing himself reflected in that little girl who loved bees and cookies, not expecting to change his entire life for good.
Warnings: Every time, I want to remind you guys that I’m not a native English speaker, so please forgive any grammar mistakes or misunderstandings, even though I try to use translators and tools to keep it... readable. This one is mostly fluffy and angst; I’m not planning any smut chapters, and if I do change my mind about it, it won’t be as explicit as the others stories that I'm writing.
TW: unplanned pregnancy, single parenthood, a lot of trauma being mentioned, anxiety.
chapters: chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen
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pairing: bestfriend!noah x reader // cw: sexting, unprotected sex p in v, creampie, spit, light light choking, public?ish sex, groping, rough sex, that’s all i think
your best friend noah can’t keep his thoughts or his hands to himself, even if you are at a house party filled with friends and strangers, doesn’t matter to him.
nsfw below. mdni.
Matt’s house was filled with what seemed like everyone you knew, along with strangers and unfamiliar faces sprinkled throughout and into the back yard, where you were having a conversation with a few friends.
Noah was going on and on about some new fantasy game he’d been up all night lately playing—you should know, you share a wall—trying desperately to convince Jolly it was worth his time.
Matt leaned into your ear, cracking a joke about how if he didn’t let up soon Matt was going to make him play the quiet game.
You couldn’t help but giggle in response, half hoping he was serious, throwing your hand up to your mouth as Noah looked across to you. You couldn’t stop laughing though, rendering your hand gesture pointless. Three drinks in and sudden everything was fucking funny.
“Care to share with the class?” he asked, although you’re sure he already knew he was the subject of your whispered conversation.
Matt repeated himself, causing you to laugh again, this time the others joining in alongside you.
“Fine, I’ll just never be excited about anything again.” Noah threw his hands up, his pretend hurt pride only encouraging you all to keep laughing at with him.
Nick quickly switched the now-tired conversation to something else, pulling everyone’s focus to him for the next minute.
You glanced back toward Noah, just to make sure he really wasn’t hurt by anything said, and he was already looking at you, giving you a tiny smile that you could have even sworn was a smirk.
You hated when he looked at you like that, a seemingly tame smile of acknowledgement, but you knew it was so much more than that. That smile was cocky and proud, you’d seen it too many times to mistake it for anything wholesome and sweet.
That was the look he gave you when he’d start to hear you whimper above him, or when a tear would start to fall from your eyes when you’re looking up at him with your mouth full. It was a smile that said he was pleased, with you.
Trying not to get too caught up in your own thoughts, you looked down at your phone to distract you from your filthy brain.
Great, a text from Noah. Well, make that 3. Obviously intrigued by the fact he’d texted you rather than saying something while you’re 3 feet across from each other, you opened your screen to your conversation with him.
noah🦇: I love that little laugh
noah🦇: It’s really cute
noah🦇: It’s probably going to get you fucked at some point
Your eyes dart back up to him, as if to silently scold him for being so bold, especially around everyone.
He was still holding that same smile, only now it was growing wider at the sight of you visibly blushing at his words.
You quickly text him back, trying anything to get that fucking smirk off of his face.
you: NOAH
you: don’t be a tease please. not now 🤧
noah🦇: It’s so fun though. Had me thinking about this afternoon when you were giggling under me
You look up at him again, this time somehow even more embarrassed, but so much more turned on.
He had you pinned underneath him for so long this afternoon the party was just starting when you two idiots realized just how lost you’d been in each other.
Looking around at the other guys just to make sure they hadn’t seen and heard your written conversation, although they couldn’t care less even if they did.
Everyone knew that you and Noah were involved in some capacity more than a platonic friendship, they just didn’t understand why the two of you even tried to hide it from them anymore.
Needing a second to yourself, and maybe a shot, you quickly excused yourself and ran inside with the disguise of about to piss your pants.
The bathroom suddenly sounded like the safest place to be so you headed up, figuring the chances of someone occupying the upstairs bathroom unlikely.
You close the door behind you, not knowing Noah had also excused himself, trailing behind to see where you’d really gone off to. Maybe you had just gone to the bathroom, but he was going to find out either way.
Lost deep in your reflection and deeper with memories of those hands, soft, rough, perfect. And right now you’d give anything to have them on you. You barely even heard him knock, causing him to actually get concerned for the first time.
Luckily for Noah, in your sex flustered haze you’d forgotten all about the lock, allowing him to slowly open it peering in.
You lock eyes with him in the mirror, and this time you’re the one with that knowing, lustful look and he’s doe-eyed.
“Hey, just making sure you’re okay?”
You flip to face him before responding, pulling him into the bathroom, closing the door by pushing him back against it.
“I need you. Now.”
He shoots you that same smile that’s got you so worked up, his assumption that you were just as needy for him as he was for you finally confirmed.
“I figured.” Ugh, he’s so fucking cocky.
That’s all it takes for you to feel yourself getting even wetter through your panties and crash your lips into his.
You’re both frantically kissing one another, running hands up and down and all over any skin you can touch.
His touch is warm, his hands rough but attentive. After another minute of him groping at your breasts, nipping you in between kisses, he pushes you off of him, which could’ve nearly made you slap him.
“Hands on the counter,” you heard him, but stayed put for some reason, “Hands, now.”
When you still don’t move, he takes matters into his own hands, pushing you into the counter, and only then do you collect yourself enough to catch yourself before you completely slammed into it.
Your eyes wandered back to the mirror, and you couldn’t even fight it when a little moan escaped you at what was behind you.
He had his hands on either side of your hips, looking down, and even though his hair was falling into his eyes, you could see how blown his pupils were. Like he just couldn’t wait to be inside of you.
You barely even noticed when he slid your dress up and your panties down your legs and groped your ass.
“I had you all day, and it still wasn’t enough.”
You giggled—you were thinking the same exact thing.
“And that fucking sound,” you could see him fumbling to get his pants and his boxers off in a hurry, “it drives me insane.”
“Oops.” You shrugged up at him.
You felt one of his hands come back to rest on your ass and could see he was pumping himself in his other hand. His eyes trailed from his cock to meet you in the mirror, which only made you hotter.
“I don’t even need your fingers, just fuck me now. Please.”
“I know pretty. Here,” he placed his hand in front of your face, you knew exactly what to do.
You heard him groan as he watched you spit into his hand, and then again when he brought his hand back to coat his cock in your saliva.
You felt him run his tip up and down your folds, not to tease you but just enough to make sure he could slip right in.
Then he did just that.
You leaned further down onto the counter, trying to get even closer to him as he slammed his cock fully into you.
He only gave you a second to adjust to him before he started to slam in and out, falling into a fast rhythm off the bat.
You didn’t mind. It wasn’t like you weren’t stretched out from being used all afternoon.
“N- Noah.”
“Yes pretty girl?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but had his head hung low, watching you swallow him completely over and over again.
“Gonna come.”
Now he was the one to laugh.
“Hm? Already?” You nodded, even though he was still focused on his slick cock, and the way your ass bounced so perfectly, every. single. time.
“That’s okay. Kinda surprised you haven’t already.”
Then you felt it. He looked back up at you in the reflection, and gave you that smile, you were done for.
You let go, coating him in your warmth and you knew there’s no way he’d make it long after that.
“Fuck, goooood girl.” His focus went back to where you met.
Despite wanting to fully lose control and just let him keep his own pace, you were feeling eager, and you began to brace yourself on the counter and push back to meet him, harder.
Giving you another groan, he brought a hand around to your throat, instinctually making you push up so you were flush with your back to his chest.
The new angle of him fucking up into you, hand pressed into your throat was enough to bring you right back to the edge again.
“Fuck y/n, I’m gonna cum.”
His movements got faster and once he moved his hand from your hip to palm your clit, you knew you would get to the end together soon.
“Can I cum in you again?”
That reminder was all it took. You nodded to him frantically, ready to explode at the memory of him filling you up earlier, then fucking it into you just to make sure you were full.
“Yeah. Yes, please.”
When he saw your hand fly up to your chest he fucking lost it.
You were so overwhelmed between all of it: your hand grazing your breasts lightly, his palm pressed onto your clit, his other palm hot around your throat, his cum filling you up, his filthy mouth mumbling nothings about how fucking perfect you are.
Your second orgasm crashed over you and you tried your best to keep upright while you rode out your highs together, thankful the hand on your throat was keeping you up.
When you both finally settled, you were quickly reminded of the reality that you’d left very active conversations with friends to fuck each other senseless, and probably for longer than you’d planned.
Noah is quick to tuck himself back into his boxers and get redressed while you check out your face and neck in the mirror.
A little redness around your throat, but who was really paying attention in a dimly lit backyard?
Your dress has smoothed back down into place, and just when you were about to pull your panties back up, you noticed they were in his hand.
You could’ve sworn your feet were firmly planted the whole time but who knows, he had a way of getting things by you pretty easily.
“I’m gonna need those,” you turned to face him with your hand out.
“These?” He held them up to your eye level, then stuffed them into his front pocket. You nodded up at him.
“You don’t want those, they’re dirty.”
You weren’t completely sure you hadn’t just cum, again.
“Come on, we gotta get back out there before someone needs this bathroom.”
When he went to reach for the door handle, it swung open, you both realizing no one ever even locked the door to begin with.
You burst into laughter, a little embarrassed but not even a little bit surprised.
“Finally.”
You both looked up to see a very indifferent Jolly, already moving past you, into the bathroom.
“How long do you think he-” you started to ask Noah before he cut you off.
“Don’t know. Don’t really care.” He smiled at you and shrugged, before heading off to rejoin the party downstairs.
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