Happy Pride and don’t forget that black trans women like Marsha P. Johnson fought for, and are the reason we have the rights that we as lgbtq+ people have today!!!
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!!
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