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Favorite song to workout to (or that you could imagine yourself working out to if you are a conscientious objector)
Favorite songs for a nighttime drive
Favorite song(s) to play air guitar to
Favorite song(s) to play air drums to
Rotation of four desert island songs
Song(s) you wish you could hear for the first time again
A song you have to be in a certain mood to listen to
A song you are obligated to rewind if you did not fully appreciate it the first time
A song you wish you could tell your younger self about
Favorite song from a genre you don’t usually enjoy
Short song(s) you wish were longer
Song(s) you wish you could hear again for the first time
Song(s) that must be fully appreciated with headphones in
Favorite song from the year you were born
A song that, in your opinion, encapsulates a certain decade
A song you wish you could hear live
The song that introduced you to a new artist
Another favorite by an artist considered a one-hit wonder
A song you want to sue for emotional damages
A song you never skip when it plays on shuffle
A song that you made your entire personality for a bit
A song so deeply personal you rarely let it see the light of day
Song(s) that sound ahead of their time
Song(s) that you were obsessed with for a time but haven't listened to in a while
Song(s) that would be required listening for your children
A song you think would kill a Victorian child
Four songs that would be featured on the soundtrack of a movie you directed
The first song you'd share with the aliens
The final song you'd play while the world ends
If your health bar were blinking, this song would revive you
If you were a siren it would be this song you sing to lure sailors to their death
"You'll know I've been cloned if I ever forget the lyrics to this song"
You're making a Song Soup and must acquire one of the following ingredients from 4 different songs: best vocals, best guitar, best drums, and best bass.
“I’m just so exhausted after the day I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”
Or
Noah gets a little bit too excited when he sees your new back tattoo.
Based on this request
Your sweet puppy has been so helpful ever since you got your back tattoo done. When you came home after the appointment and took your shirt off, he was speechless. Noah has been so helpful throughout the entire healing process. The fairy wings that span along your back aren’t exactly small—and they’re quite difficult to reach in some places. Noah has been helping you with the healing process—dutifully washing your back for you, and spreading moisturiser over those hard-to-reach spots. In the mornings, when you wake up to find that your t-shirt is welded to your back by a mixture of blood and plasma, Noah is the one who guides you under the shower and helps you gently unstick your shirt from your back.
It’s adorable just how devoted he is to taking care of you.
You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it.
Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.
Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin.
When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too.
Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.
“Hi, sweet puppy.”
He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.
“How was your day?” You ask.
“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”
Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch.
“How was your day?” He asks.
“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”
“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”
Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain.
He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements.
You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying.
“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”
Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.
“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”
Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.
“Puppy?”
Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”
You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.”
Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is.
You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.
He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his.
“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up.
Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.
You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming.
You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.
“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”
Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is.
You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.
“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”
He whines so sweetly in response.
You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.
You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo.
His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come.
You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure.
You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.
Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch.
Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good.
“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back.
He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch.
“You can move now.”
Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”
You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need.
You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think.
Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.
He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you.
You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it.
It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before.
He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling.
You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure.
It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.
“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.
The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.
He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you.
“Need—need more,” you whisper.
Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”
“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead.
Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace.
The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm.
He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm.
You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin.
“Noah!”
You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing.
He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.
“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.
You collapse back against the bed, exhausted.
As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing.
“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”
Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”
He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss.
“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”
Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.
As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.
When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.
“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”
Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.
“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”
“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”
Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”
“You sure, sweetheart?”
He nods.
”Pull your shorts down for me?”
Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.
“Does that feel okay, pup?”
“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.
You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place.
“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”
The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.
“Y—yes. Please.”
You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is.
You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.
“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”
Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.
You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”
Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.
happy birthday !!! take cute noah !! (genuinely tho, i hope you have a great day, eat good food, and overall are happy ♡)
There are so many happy birthday messages that I didn't see, I really appreciate your words and good wishes, I'm happy to see that my little community is so lovely, thank you! 🥺💕🎂
masterlist ☆ wc: 11.5k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW at the end, (noah's in nothing but a mask... however, the actual smut scene itself is 4k words and wouldn’t fit into this chapter so it is linked at the end!)
i’m so so happy with this chapter! it was so fun to write, and i’m just so proud of it!!
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You didn’t really know what to expect after agreeing to this kind of relationship, but things were still normal. If anything, life seemed more peaceful. There weren’t pages of rules suddenly handed over to you or expectations to suddenly be obedient to him. Instead, it was just little things.
When work really overwhelmed you again on Wednesday, you didn’t spend the drive home pretending to be fine. You climbed into Noah’s car, shut the door and before he could even ask, you let out a long, tired sigh.
“Today was awful.” You told him, and he simply reached over and took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He frowned, and simply just getting that off your chest already made you feel better.
When you got back, Noah sent you upstairs to shower and change into something comfy before dinner, and when you came back down the stairs he called you into the kitchen.
“...Come here.” He said, holding his arms open for you.
You crossed the room and let him pull you against his chest. He held you for a long moment, his hand gently rubbing against your back.
“Wanna tell me about it?”
So you did, you told him all about the espresso machine breaking, and how all the oat milk had gone off, and how you had to go into the bathroom and cry for fifteen minutes.
He had a great solution to it. He told you that after dinner he would make you both a hot chocolate, you’d go up to bed and put on a movie or TV show and cuddle. If you wanted him to use his fingers or his mouth to switch your mind off before going to sleep then he would… but an hour into the movie, he looked down at you cuddled up to his chest, and you were already softly snoring.
On Thursday, he came to visit you at work, which was a surprise. He didn’t tell you he was planning on coming in, but you smiled the second you saw him hold the door open for an elderly lady before stepping in.
He was dressed casually today, wearing a pair of black joggers and a navy hoodie, with a black baseball cap on his head. The moment his eyes found yours, a little smile appeared on his lips. Not enough that anyone else would notice, it was just for you.
“Well,” Tom smirked, leaning against the counter, “You didn’t tell me Mr Millionaire was coming in- ow!”
You elbowed him, telling him to behave. He shook his head, but grinned to himself as he wandered away to wipe down one of the tables.
You were still serving another customer, so while you made their cappuccino, you wondered how you were supposed to act? Do you treat Noah like he’s just another customer, or like he was Noah?...
Your Noah.
You mentally winced at yourself, don’t start thinking like that.
But then you handed the drink over, the customer paid, and Noah stepped up to the counter next, resting his forearm against it.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” You replied, trying to stop the shy little smile spreading across your face- though he noticed it anyway.
“So…” He began softly, and your eyes widened a little as you waited for him to continue, “You gonna ask what I want?”
You chuckled, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.
“I already know what you want.” You smiled.
“Good girl.” He said casually as he reached for his wallet, making you feel a little dizzy. You reached for a cup, trying not to let it show how it affected you.
“Anything else?”
“Hm…” He pretended to think, “Well, I hear the barista’s pretty cute.”
Your heart fluttered for a second, but you tried to shake it off.
“So what brings you here?” You asked as you began grinding coffee beans.
“I was nearby.” He shrugged.
“No you weren’t.” You smirked.
“Fine…” he sighed, “The coffee's better here than the cafe by my place.”
“Oh yeah? Is that all?"
“Mm, and I wanted to see you.”
Your hands stopped just for a second, before continuing.
“I’m heading to Davis’s after this, we’ve got to sort some stuff before tour, since it’s only a couple weeks away.”
You nodded your head.
“You not getting him a drink?”
Noah scoffed.
“He still owes me for lunch a couple days ago. If he wants coffee he can get one himself.”
You smiled to yourself, and began to work the espresso machine. Noah watched you, it really fascinated him, the way you knew exactly what to do, how you remembered regulars’ orders and gave all your customers that little smile, even on days where you felt like shit.
“You’re good at this.” Noah said, while you were staring into the distance waiting for the espresso machine.
“Hm?” You glanced over at him.
“You’re good at your job.”
You smiled.
“Thank you.”
Then, the elderly lady he’d held the door open for shuffled over beside him.
“Oh!” She smiled at you, “Is this your boyfriend, darling?”
Your eyes widened.
“Uh…”
Before you could answer, Noah spoke.
“Not yet.” He smirked, “I’ve still got a lot to prove.”
The woman laughed.
“Well, I’d say you’re doing rather well, dear.”
You felt your face burn again, while Noah stood there looking rather pleased with himself.
“I’ll take that.” He smiled
The lady picked up an extra sugar for her coffee with a cheerful smile before wandering away, and you looked back up at Noah.
“You enjoyed that.”
“Maybe a little.” He smirked, then you slid his coffee across the counter.
“Here.”
He took it with a grateful smile.
“Thank you, baby.”
Your stomach flipped, and you almost forgot what you were typing into the machine.
“Noah, I’m at work!” You hissed under your breath.
“What’s the issue?” He asked, looking entirely innocent, “You’re my baby everywhere.”
“I’m trying to be professional.” You said, trying not to smile as you looked up at him over the counter. “Your total’s 4.60.”
“I thought you were going to give me employee discount.” He smirked.
“You don’t work here.”
“I could.”
“You’d last about ten minutes.” You scoffed, making him chuckle as he tapped his card against the reader.
The machine beeped, and a big approved appeared on the screen. Then when the tip option appeared, you didn’t think anything of it. You assumed he wouldn’t tip above the minimum, now you’re living in his house rent free, now he’s flown you to Paris and bought you countless amounts of things.
“You don’t have to tip me, Noah.”
“I know.” He said simply, before tapping the ‘custom amount’ option.
You didn’t look. You turned around with a huff, and before you knew it, the machine beeped again.
Tip: $100
“Noah!” You hissed.
“What?” He smirked, “You look pretty when you’re working.” He said as he picked his cup back up, “Have a good day, sweetheart. See you at six.”
And before you could even come up with an argument for that, he turned around and left.
…
By the time Friday evening rolled around, you already noticed a change in yourself. You felt lighter than you had in months, so clearly Noah’s plan had worked, and this was helping.
Noah had been working in the studio, though he told you he'd stop at 9 so you could both cuddle in bed and put something on the TV.
“Baby?”
You looked up from where you’d stolen his corner of the sofa, not expecting to see him for another hour.
“Hm?” You hummed.
“Tommorow morning,” he leaned against the doorway, reminding you just how fucking tall he was, “I need you to pack an overnight bag.”
“What for?” You asked.
“Well, you got through the week, didn’t you? I said I had a surprise…” He smirked, “We’re staying in a hotel for the night, and make sure you pack something you’d wear to a concert.”
“A concert?” Your curiosity peaked.
He just smiled, and slowly shook his head.
“I’ve already said too much.”
“Noah-”
“We’re leaving just after lunch. And no, I’m not telling you where we’re going… just trust me. You’re gonna love it.”
He seemed pleased with himself as he pushed himself off the doorway and headed into the kitchen, grabbing a drink before disappearing back into the studio. You heard the door click shut, and a cheeky smile spread across your face.
You had an idea…
After a few minutes, Noah was back at his desk, headphones around his neck as he tapped away on his keyboard. He barely had time to look up before you wandered into the room.
“...Hi.”
He smiled, looking up at you.
“Hi.”
Without saying a word, you walked over and carefully settled yourself in his lap, looking down at him with your most innocent smile. His hands found your waist, and he looked up at you, a little taken back by your sudden confidence.
“Well,” he smiled, “This is nice.”
You tried not to giggle, and instead combed your fingers through his soft hair.
“I need something.”
“I gathered.” He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs a little more so you were more comfortable as his thumbs brushed over your hips, “What can I do for you?”
You rested your hands on his shoulders, tilting your head sweetly as you asked,
“Can I borrow your credit card?”
His eyes widened.
“...My credit card?”
You nodded your head, and he just looked at you for a moment, almost like he couldn’t believe what you had just said.
“You know, we’ve been doing this for so long…” a lazy grin spread across his face, “And I don’t think I’ve ever heard those words come out of your mouth once.”
You chuckled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.
“Well, I was thinking about going shopping tomorrow morning, before we leave. Y’know, get a new outfit for the mystery concert…”
“Of course, baby. What time should we go?”
You shook your head.
“Nuh-uh, you’re staying here.” You smirked, poking his chest. “I wanna surprise you with something.”
He studied your face for a second.
“Should I be worried?”
“No.” You bit back a smile.
“Should my bank account be worried?”
“...Maybe a little.” You smirked, and he chuckled.
“You’ve become suspiciously comfortable spending my money all of a sudden. You argued with me for twenty minutes in Paris when I wanted you to buy those diamond earrings.”
You shrugged, trying to look casual.
“You told me to stop feeling guilty”
“I did.”
“So…” You smiled sweetly. “…I thought I’d be a good girl and listen.”
“…You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He smirked, his hands rubbing your hips.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Liar.” He smiled, but still reached into his pocket for his wallet, before sliding the black card between your fingers. “There’s one condition.”
You looked up expectantly.
“I want you to spoil yourself. There’s no limit on that card, so I don’t want you buying cheaper versions of things or knock offs. I want my girl to have the best, and nothing less.”
“Yes sir.” You giggled.
He leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
“I trust you.”
You smiled to yourself as you tucked the card safely into your pocket. If only he knew exactly where you were planning to take it…
…
The next morning, Noah let you take his car to go shopping. He had a few things he had to do at home, so he didn’t mind staying behind. He kissed you goodbye at the door and told you to take your time and buy whatever you wanted.
But he had no idea where you were about to step into...
You’d never been to a physical sex shop before. You’d bought a vibrator online a couple of years ago, and it had been fine- discreet packaging, no awkward eye contact. But this time, you had to go into the store.
You wanted to surprise Noah with something new, something you could both enjoy. He’d mentioned wanting to try toys with you, and the thought had been living in your head ever since.
You felt more excited than nervous when you pulled into the parking lot, but then you walked through the door...
The shop was bigger and brighter than you expected. The hot pink walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of toys in every possible shape, color, and size. Your eyes widened as you took it all in.
To your left was a whole wall of dildos- realistic ones with veins and balls, vibrating ones, thrusting ones, even double-ended ones. Some were monstrously large, others curved in ways that made you blush just by looking at them. Next to them were displays of butt plugs in every size, some made of metal, some of silicone, some with pretty sparkly jeweled bases.
Further down the aisle were vibrators- wands, bullets, rabbits, suction toys that promised to “make you squirt”, though you scoffed at the thought of it, thinking yeah right. There were even fucking machines on display in the back corner, intimidating metal contraptions with attachments that scared you a little, making you swallow hard as you looked away.
The lingerie section was just as overwhelming- tiny lace sets that barely covered anything, latex sets that covered everything, crotchless panties, babydolls, leather harnesses, and bodysuits with cutouts.
You felt your cheeks burning hotter with every step. A couple browsed the BDSM section nearby- nipple clamps, paddles, ropes, blindfolds, and something called a “spreader bar” that made your stomach flip. Everything felt so… explicit. So shameless. You weren’t even sure just what type of toys Noah would want… or where to even start.
You stood frozen in the middle of the vibrator aisle, clutching the strap of your handbag over your shoulder. A woman walked past you holding a box with a massive purple dildo on it and a big bottle of lube like it was no big deal. You suddenly felt so out of place... so innocent.
God, I wish Noah was here, you thought, your cheeks burning. He would’ve known exactly what to pick. He would’ve stood behind you, whispering in your ear which toys he wanted to use on you, teasing you about how wet you were getting just by looking at them.
Instead, you were alone, flustered, and trying not to stare too long at a suction toy that promised “intense clitoral orgasms.”
You swallowed hard and forced yourself to pick up the safest option to start with- a simple wand vibrator. The same kind you’d seen before in porn, and much bigger than the bullet you owned a couple years ago. You could already imagine Noah holding it against your clit while he fucked you, and your thighs pressed together in the middle of the store.
You quickly grabbed it and headed toward the register before you could overthink it any more, your face burning the entire way.
…
By the time you finally got home, pulling onto Noah’s driveway, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy over what was sitting in the black bag in the passenger seat. Before getting out of the car, you tucked the bag into your handbag so nothing looked suspicious… then you made your way inside.
“Noah?”
“I’m upstairs, baby!”
You slipped off your shoes, carefully hung your jacket up with his, and headed upstairs. His bedroom door was already open, and as you stepped inside, you found him kneeling on the floor with a suitcase lying open on the bed. Clothes were folded into neat piles, there were a couple pairs of trousers, t-shirts, his toiletries bag…
“You’ve started packing without me.” You frowned.
He glanced over his shoulder, smiling.
“I got bored waiting.”
“I’ve only been twenty minutes!” You chuckled.
“Mm, it was a very long twenty minutes.”
You laughed, walking over before leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He hummed happily at the affection before pulling one of his drawers open. Inside, were neatly folded up pairs of black, grey and white Calvin Kleins. He took a couple pairs… but then something caught your eye.
Tucked towards the back of the drawer, was black fabric, but this didn’t look like another pair of underwear. You screwed your face up, tilting your head.
“…What’s that?”
Noah paused.
“What?”
You pointed into the drawer.
“Behind your boxers.”
He followed your finger, then smiled to himself.
“Oh… that.”
He reached in and pulled it out, and you watched it unfold into a black ski mask.
“Noah..?” You chuckled, in disbelief, “Why do you have a mask in your underwear drawer?”
He laughed, smiling at it fondly.
“It’s not for robbing banks.”
“Well, that would explain a lot.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
“It’s one of my old stage masks.”
You stared at it.
“…Your what?”
“Mhm.” He turned it over in his hands. “I used to wear it on stage a couple years ago.”
“No…” You looked between the mask and him. “…You did?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
He laughed.
“I just thought it looked cool.”
You reached out.
“…Can I?”
He handed it over without hesitation, and the first thing you noticed was how the fabric was incredibly soft. You noticed it said BAD OMENS around the neck, and you tried to imagine him wearing it on stage…
“I don’t think I can picture it.” You said, looking up at him.
“Wait a sec.” He grabbed his phone from the bed. “I’ll show you.”
A few taps later, he was scrolling through his band's instagram account, and after a moment, he turned the screen towards you.
“There.”
Your eyes widened.
“…Holy shit.”
It was him… standing under bright stage lights, dressed in all black, with the mask covering his face. You could tell it was him because of the tattoos, and the black tank top. But he didn’t look like your Noah...
You looked at the photo, then back at the man kneeling comfortably on the bedroom floor in a faded old t-shirt, carefully folding up his underwear to pack in his suitcase.
“I can’t believe that’s you.”
He smiled.
“I’ve changed a bit.”
“A bit?” You looked at the photo again. “This is just crazy.”
Noah chuckled, then you handed the mask back over to him.
“So…” You said, drawing out the word as a smirk spread across your face. Noah immediately recognised that look, and he rasied an eyebrow.
“What?”
You tried your hardest to keep a straight face.
“Have you ever worn it in the bedroom?”
He looked a bit taken back.
“Excuse me?”
“The mask...”
He laughed, shaking his head, almost looking a little shy.
“…No.”
“No?” You looked back down at it in his hands with disappointment. “…Wow. What a waste.”
“A waste?” He laughed, “Baby, I spent years wearing that thing on stage.”
“And apparently nowhere else.”
He shook his head, still chuckling. Then you glanced up through your lashes.
“But would you…?”
He paused.
“…Would I what?”
“Wear it in the bedroom?”
His eyebrows lifted, and for a moment he was quiet. Then he leaned back on one hand, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
“Maybe…” He nodded, “It just depends.”
“On what?”
His smile turned teasing.
“…Who’s asking.”
Heat rushed straight to your cheeks.
“You know who’s asking.”
“No I don’t.” He teased.
“There’s only one other person in this room.”
“Hm.” He pretended to think about it. “You want me to wear this in bed?”
A smirk spread across your face.
“...Maybe.”
He held your gaze for a moment before his expression softened.
“Huh. Good to know.” He nodded casually, before turning back to packing. Then he added, “You’ve become awfully confident this week.”
“Have I?”
“Mhm.” He smiled, “The woman who used to refuse to spend my money went shopping with my credit card this morning, and now-”
“Do you wanna know what I bought?” You grinned, interrupting him, and his face softened again.
“I thought it was a surprise?”
You shrugged.
“I’m awful at surprises,” you said as you sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for your bag. “Here.”
You handed the black plastic bag over to him, and he curiously took a peek inside.
“Oh, baby… what do we have here?”
Noah reached into the bag and pulled out the box. When he saw the picture on the box, and realised there was a wand vibrator inside, his eyebrows rose slightly and a warm, delighted smile spread across his face.
“Wow…” he said softly, turning the box over in his hands. “You really went out and bought this?”
You nodded, cheeks warming under his gaze.
“I remembered you said that toys were something you’d like to try with me,” you said quietly. “So… I thought we could take this to the hotel tonight.”
Noah’s expression softened even more. He set the box aside and gently pulled you down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.
“You went into a sex shop by yourself,” he smirked, sounding both impressed and incredibly fond. “My sweet girl did that for me?”
He kissed your forehead, and you couldn't help but giggle.
“We’re gonna have so much fun with this tonight, princess,” he said softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I can already picture how pretty you’re going to look when I use it on you.”
You smiled, feeling heat rush between your thighs- then suddenly, you pushed yourself up off of him.
“I guess I better start packing then.” You smiled, and Noah nodded.
“I don’t know how much you plan on taking,” Noah began, “But there’s still plenty of room in my bag.” He nodded towards the suitcase on the bed.
“Thanks,” you said, looking down at him, then your smile became a little sheepish. “…Would you help me?”
Noah looked up at you.
“Help you pack?”
You nodded.
“If… that’s okay.”
“Of course it is.” He said soflty.
You rubbed your hands together nervously.
“Thanks. I know it probably sounds silly...”
“It doesn’t.” He shook his head, suddenly sensing the shift in your mood and body language, “Talk to me, baby. I can tell something’s bothering you.”
You let out a small sigh before sitting back down beside him on the edge of the bed.
“I always get stressed packing, it doesn’t matter if I’m going somewhere for one night or one month, I always get so overwhelmed.” You admitted. “I worry I’ve forgotten something important… then I pack extras just in case… then I convince myself I’ve packed too much…” You laughed quietly at yourself. “Then I end up unpacking everything and starting again.”
“How many times?” He asked.
“…Usually three or four.”
He smiled sympathetically.
“I wondered why it took you so long to pack for Paris.”
“You noticed?”
“I notice everything.”
Your cheeks warmed.
“I just…” You looked down at your hands, feeling slightly nervous. “I thought…”
He waited patiently.
“I thought maybe…” You smiled shyly. “Since we’re doing this now…”
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“Could this be something you take care of for me?”
The smile that spread across his face was ever so gentle.
“Sweetheart.” He reached over, taking one of your hands in both of his. “Of course. I’d love to.”
You felt yourself relax before he’d even done anything.
“You would?”
“Mhm.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you for telling me how it makes you feel.”
Your shoulders seemed to drop all by themselves, feeling the anxiety slowly melting away.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He said, his voice calm but still certain. Making you feel like he knows what he’s doing, everything's under control. “I’m going to ask you a few questions.”
You nodded.
“What are we doing tonight?”
“We’re going to a concert.”
“And tomorrow?”
“I think we’re coming home?”
“Yes,” he nodded with a little smile, “So that means one night away.”
You nodded again.
“That means we don’t need to prepare for every possible situation, do we, baby?”
You laughed, watching him rise to his feet.
“…I do tend to do that.” You confessed.
“I guessed.” He smirked, leading you into the guest room, where you kept everything you salvaged from your apartment. He reached for your suitcase from the closet- one that he bought you in Paris because the one you brought was overfilled- and he lied it down open on the bed.
“I’ll tell you what to pack. If you think of anything else, then tell me. If you panic or can’t decide whether you need something or not, I’ll make the choice for you.” He smiled, “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, chuckling quietly, “You make it sound so simple.”
“That’s because it is.” He smiled. “And once I’ve zipped this suitcase up,” he looked into your eyes. “…We’re done. No checking or unpacking. If you suddenly think of something when we’re in the car, then we can stop off somewhere and buy it.”
“…Really?”
He nodded, reaching for your hand.
“I promise you, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles. “One forgotten toothbrush has never ruined a weekend.”
He then dropped your hand and gently tapped the suitcase.
“So it seems my first official job as your dom,” he looked at you with a playful smile, “Is packing this bag. And your first job as my submissive is to trust me when I say we’ve got everything we need.”
For a moment, you simply looked at him. Then you nodded your head.
“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” You smiled.
He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
“Good girl.”
Those words made your heart feel warm, and Noah smiled to himself before setting his hands on his hips.
“Right then, let’s start packing.” He pointed towards the wardrobe, “Concert outfit first.”
You turned towards the wardrobe, searching through your clothes.
“I don’t really know what to wear.”
“That’s okay.” He walked over beside you, “What are your options?”
You reached for a couple of hangers.
“I was thinking maybe this?” You held up a black dress. “But then I thought maybe jeans with a nice top would be better… remember that top you bought me in Paris? The leather one that laces up in the front?”
You were already reaching for the top.
“But maybe it’s too much…”
“Sweetheart.”
You stopped talking, and he gave you a gentle smile.
“Remember your job.”
“…Trust you.” You nodded.
“Good.” He looked at the clothes in your hands before taking the black top from you. “I think you should wear this.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded his head.
“This and those jeans you like, the comfy ones. I think that’d be pretty.”
You smiled to yourself.
“Yeah? I was thinking about that, but I don’t know if it’d be appropriate, I don’t know what kinda concert-”
“Trust me, baby. It’ll be perfect.”
You nodded your head, and he neatly started to pack them.
“There… now, pyjamas.”
You nodded and reached for a comfy oversized tshirt, and a pair of shorts.
“And underwear!” You noted, before opening the drawers while Noah politely turned his attention to the suitcase instead.
“How many?” You called over your shoulder.
“How many nights are we staying?”
“One.”
“So?”
“…Two pairs?” You asked.
He smiled.
“Perfect.”
You grabbed two before pausing.
“…Or maybe three.”
He looked over.
“Why three?”
“Just in case.”
“What emergency requires a third pair of underwear?”
“You never know what might happen, Noah!” You chuckled, reaching for a third pair, then a couple pairs of socks, then handed it all over to him to pack.
He folded everything with such care, then looked up at you again.
“Toiletries next. Toothbrush, hairbrush, perfume, deodorant… what else? Skincare?”
You collected all those things, putting them into a wash bag before handing them over.
“Hair tools? Make-up?” He asked.
You looked at your overflowing make-up bag.
“…Do I need all of this?”
He peered inside.
“I’m not qualified to answer that.”
“I’ll bring it all, just in case.” You chuckled.
When the toiletries were packed, he zipped the little wash bag shut before placing it neatly beside your clothes, then he looked around the room.
“Anything else?”
You instinctively began scanning every shelf, every drawer, every possible thing you might have forgotten. Then your brain started doing exactly what it always did.
What about…? Did I…? Should I…?
Noah noticed your eyes darting around, and his brows furrowed.
“Hey.” Your attention returned to him. “What are you doing?”
“…Just checking.”
“For?”
“I don’t know.” You let out a tiny laugh, before quietly confessing, “My brain’s doing the thing...”
“I can tell.” He stepped closer until he was standing in front of you. “Look at me.”
You did.
“You’ve got your outfit, your toiletries. You’ve got your phone.”
“Mhm.”
“I’ve got chargers in my bag.”
“…Okay.”
Your shoulders relaxed.
“We’re staying one night. And if we somehow discover we’ve forgotten something… then we’ll just buy it.” Then, without another word, he reached down, and zipped the suitcase closed. “There.”
You stared at it.
It was done. Normally, this was the moment you’d immediately unzip it again. Check every pocket, count your socks. Wonder if you needed another hoodie. Instead, you looked at Noah.
“That’s it?” You asked.
He smiled.
“Yep.”
You took a slow breath in.
“…Okay.” A smile of pure relief spread across your face. “I’ve never packed for a trip without feeling stressed before.”
Noah walked over, cupped your face in both hands and kissed your forehead.
“That’s because this time, you didn’t have to do it by yourself.”
…
The drive passed far quicker than either of you expected it to, though neither of you complained. You stopped asking where he was taking you two hours in, and just decided to relax. He let you play your music as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel while the other reached over to rest on your thigh.
Every now and then you’d pass a sign, and you’d immediately start trying to guess the destination in your mind again… trying to figure out what concert was being held nearby…
But before you knew it, a couple of hours later, Noah pulled into the underground car park of a beautiful hotel in the middle of the city. He parked up, then got out to open the passenger door.
You climbed out and offered to take your suitcase from him, but he shook his head, insisting on taking the bags up to the entrance.
And wow… it wasn’t as fancy as Paris, but it was still so elegant.
“This is…” You couldn’t put it into words.
“Nice?”
“A little bit nicer than nice.” You chuckled.
“I hoped you’d like it.” He grinned, "I've stayed here a couple times before."
Inside, the lobby was beautiful. There were marble floors that reflected the warm light from big chandeliers overhead, fresh flowers decorated almost every table, and the entire place smelled like fresh linen and a touch of something floral... probably from the flowers.
The receptionist greeted you both warmly as you checked in, before handing Noah the room key. Then, as you stepped into the elevator, you found yourself leaning lightly against his shoulder.
“Tired?”
“A little. I think it’s from the drive.”
“Being a passenger princess is hard work,” Noah teased, “We’ve got plenty of time before we leave tonight if you want a nap.”
“I might.” You said, then he kissed the top of your head.
"C'mon then."
The room was even more beautiful than the lobby. The big windows overlooked the city, and a king sized bed sat in the centre of the room, with the most comfy looking white bedding.
There was a little seating area by the window with a small table, on which sat some fresh flowers. Beside the seats was the door to the balcony.
“…This is amazing!”
Noah set both suitcases down at the bottom of the bed.
“It’s alright.”
“‘Alright?’” Your eyebrows raised in disbelief.
He shrugged innocently.
“I’ve stayed in worse.” He smirked.
You laughed.
“You’re so spoiled, Noah.”
“Hey, I tour for a living.” He chuckled, before straightening up, “Still wanna have a nap, baby?”
You thought for a moment, before shaking your head.
“I think I’m okay. I know it’s still pretty early… but I’m so excited, I just want to get ready now.”
He smiled.
“That’s okay,” he nodded towards the bathroom. “Want to shower first?”
You looked towards the enormous bathroom before looking back at him, a little smirk on your lips.
“…Together?”
His lips curved into a soft smile.
“If you’d like.”
“Oh, I’d like.” You grinned.
…
You spent most of the shower simply talking, laughing, washing each other with gentle hands.
There wasn’t anything sexual about it, not even when he ran his soapy hands over your breasts and down to your ass. You melted into his touch, and he did the same when your fingers worked the shampoo into his hair.
Noah stepped out first, wrapping a towel around his hips before handing one to you. After you stepped out, you stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes. Noah took another soft towel and gently started to dry your hair, then you took it from him, and made him bend down as you ruffled the towel against his hair, making it fall all over the place.
Afterwards, Noah disappeared back into the bedroom, tugging a clean black tshirt over his head while you reached into the closet for the fluffy white robe. You decided it wouldn’t make sense to get dressed yet, since there were still a few hours before you had to leave.
So instead, you dug through your suitcase for your makeup bag and hair dryer, since you always preferred your own. Then, all of a sudden you heard the sound of a phone buzzing. You instinctively looked over to check if it was yours, but it wasn’t. It was Noah’s.
“Huh.” He said as he looked at the screen.
“What?”
“I just need to take this.”
“Everything okay?”
“Mhm.” He hummed, answering it before opening the balcony door. “Hey...”
The door slid shut behind him, muting most of the conversation. You tried not to listen in, you tried to concentrate on your makeup… but you could still make out some of what was being said.
“…Yeah…”
It’s not like you were trying to listen.
“…Tell Oli I said thanks for sorting me out tonight.”
Your hand froze halfway to your eyelashes.
Oli?
There couldn’t be that many Olis Noah knew. So you tried to ignore it.
“…It’s not even really for me…”
Your curiosity won, and you looked towards the balcony door.
“No… it’s for someone special.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your tummy fluttering at his words. Someone special? You? A hundred different possibilities raced through your head, Oli, concert, someone special…
You slowly lowered the mascara wand onto the dressing table. There was only one Oli you could think of- and only one concert you had mentioned to Noah… and it suddenly started to make sense.
He was taking you to see them now, because he’d be away on tour when Bring Me were playing in your city. Your heart sank a little at the thought of Noah having to leave in a couple weeks- but you couldn’t linger on it too long, as he continued talking outside.
“…Yeah, she still has no idea.”
A grin spread across your face before you could stop it. He was definitely talking about you.
“…I owe you one, man.” He paused, then let out a laugh, “Yeah… okay, I’ll see you in a bit.”
The call ended, and your eyes widened. See you… in a bit?
Your brain immediately started putting pieces together, and your stomach fluttered.
There was absolutely no way…
You hurriedly picked your mascara back up, trying to look as though you’d never stopped getting ready, and a second later, the balcony door slid open. Noah stepped back inside, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Everything alright?” he asked casually.
You looked at him through the mirror.
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.” You popped the p.
He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
“…You’re smiling.”
“I’m always smiling!”
He folded his arms, a suspicious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“…How much of that did you hear?”
You widened your eyes innocently.
“Nothing!”
“Uh huh.” He nodded his head slowly, like he didn’t believe you.
“I was doing my makeup.”
“Were you now?”
“I was.”
He took a slow step closer.
“So you definitely didn’t hear any of that?”
“Well, I might’ve heard… a name.”
“And?”
“And…” You smiled sweetly. “…I still have no idea where we’re going.”
That wasn’t entirely true anymore, you weren’t completely certain, but you had a feeling that Noah’s surprise was about to rock your world. (*get it? bmth reference? heh)
…
“You ready?” Noah glanced over as you slid your rings onto your fingers.
You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time.
Your black jeans fit you perfectly, your chunky boots peeking out just enough at the bottom. The leather lace up top you’d picked with Noah earlier sat perfectly, showing just enough skin to make you feel confident and sexy without feeling too exposed. Necklaces were layered around your neck, rings decorated almost every finger, and your hair fell exactly how you’d hoped after spending nearly an hour styling it.
You actually felt cool, and very pretty.
Noah looked stupidly hot as always. In all black, as always. He wore his black jeans with the cut outs, that made you bite your lip wherever he turned around and wonder what’s he doing with all that ass? He wore his black boots too, with his fitted black tshirt beneath a lightweight jacket.
Then, as you stepped towards the door, he reached for his favourite sunglasses, putting them on despite the evening sun beginning to set, followed by a black baseball cap that hid most of his hair.
Once he was ready, he reached over, taking your hand.
“C’mon. The cabs waiting for us.”
It was only a short drive to the venue from the hotel. You were going to argue, and tell Noah you could’ve just walked… but you weren’t sure just how easily recognisable he’d be to the fans if you were going to see a band he has toured with in the past.
So instead, you sat tucked against his side in the back seat while city passed by the window. And when you looked outside, you noticed the streets were getting busier. There were groups of people dressed in black band shirts, all walking in the same direction.
Your heart began beating a little faster, and when you looked back at Noah, you could tell he was trying very hard not to smile.
The taxi finally stopped outside a huge arena, and you climbed out first, completely astounded by just how many people were lined up outside. Instead of joining the enormous queue, though, Noah gently placed a hand on the small of your back, and kept his head down as he led you away.
“This way.”
You frowned.
“But the entrance is over there.” You pointed.
“Not ours.”
“What do you mean?”
He simply smiled.
“C’mon. You'll see.”
He led you around the side of the building, where there were no crowds, and it seemed strangely quiet. A large metal security gate stood ahead, and before you even reached it, one of the security guards smiled.
“Hey, Noah! Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”
“Hey, man.” Noah nodded, taking his sunglasses off.
The guard unclipped the barrier to let you through.
“Good to see you again.”
“You too.”
He knew the security? Shit, were you still underestimating this guy?
You followed Noah through the gate, trying not to look completely bewildered, but then another member of staff approached almost immediately.
“Oh, yhere you are.” She smiled. “Thought you’d be here a little earlier.”
“We got a little held up.” Noah explained.
“No worries.” The staff member looked towards you and smiled. “You must be Noah’s plus one.”
Your eyebrows lifted.
“…Uh…”
Before you could answer, Noah smiled and nodded his head.
“She is.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
She handed Noah two laminated passes attached to black lanyards. He slipped one over his own head before turning towards you.
“Head down for me.”
You obeyed, and he carefully lifted your hair out of the way before placing the pass around your neck. His fingers brushed lightly against the back of your neck as he adjusted it, making you shiver.
“There.”
You looked down, and were met with the bold letters reading, ALL ACCESS and your eyes widened.
“Noah?”
He just smiled.
“What?”
“I…” You looked back at the pass. “…All access?”
“Yep.”
Your heart started racing again, but he took your hand, and started to lead you as if he knew this place like the back of his hand.
“This way.”
The two of you walked through another set of doors, then another. The corridors felt endless, people hurried past carrying guitars, lighting equipment and flight cases. Someone walked by wearing a headset, speaking into a radio, and another person nodded at Noah as they passed.
“Hey, man.”
“Hey.”
It felt busy, but rather organised. You even found yourself moving a little closer to Noah as everything rushed around you.
“Nervous?” He asked softly, his hand coming around to rest on your hip.
“A little.”
He smiled reassuringly.
“I’ve got you.”
You nodded.
“I know.”
He gave your hip a gentle squeeze.
“I’m just wondering… I was gonna go find some of the guys, just to say hi, see how things are going. You can come with me if you want, I don’t mind at all, or if you’d rather we just go find our seats-“
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Not knowing how to say it without sounding ungrateful.
“Can I be honest?”
He smiled immediately.
“I’d rather you always were.”
You laughed quietly, looking down at the floor.
“I'm just starting to feel a little anxious.”
His expression softened.
“Too many people?”
“A little. It’s just a lot… and,” You rubbed your thumb against your lanyard. “I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
“You don’t know that! I’ve never met people like this before!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“People like what?” He asked.
“You know…” You waved your hands, trying to find the right word. “Rockstars?”
His eyebrows lifted.
“…Baby.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“What?”
“You live with one.”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re different.” You smirked.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
You thought about it for a second.
“I forget you’re famous.” You said, and he smiled to himself. “I just see… Noah.”
For a moment, he looked strangely touched by that. Then you sighed.
“And besides, I know Motionless are opening tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve always had a tiny crush on Ricky.” You confessed with another gentle sigh.
Noah slowly turned his head towards you, staying completely silent for a moment before asking,
“Ricky?”
You nodded innocently.
“The guitar player?” He asked.
“That’s the one.”
He stared at you for another second before letting out the most dramatic sigh imaginable.
“I bring you backstage, I organise this big surprise…” He placed a hand over his heart. “…And you’re thinking about another man?!”
“I’m not thinking about another man! I said I used to have a little crush.”
“Oh.” He nodded gravely. “That’s much better.”
“It was years ago! I haven’t even listened to them since… pfft, 2018?”
He looked unconvinced.
“I don’t know…”
You nudged his arm.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m devastated, baby." He frowned dramatically, pulling you in closer to him until you were chest to chest.
The teasing eased the heaviness that had settled on your chest, and you felt yourself breathe a little easier- which Noah clearly noticed.
“Better?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Good.” He nodded down the corridor. “C’mon, let’s go find our seats.”
You took a couple of steps before stopping.
“Actually...”
He turned back.
“What?”
“If you want to go and say hi to everyone… I don’t want you feeling like you can’t just because of me.”
“I wouldn’t.” He insisted
“I know.” You smiled. “But you’ve got friends here. People you probably haven’t seen in months or years.”
He looked at you carefully.
“Then what would you do?” He asked.
“I could just…” You shrugged. “…Wait in the seats?”
His eyebrows drew together.
“By yourself?”
“I don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
You nodded.
“I don’t know anyone here, not personally.” You laughed quietly. “And I'd feel a bit awkward just… standing beside you while everyone catches up. I’d feel like I’m in the way.”
He was quiet for a moment, then he stepped closer, frowning.
“You’d never be in the way, baby. They’d all be happy to meet you.”
“I know.” You shook your head.
“But?” He raised an eyebrow, and you let out a long sigh.
“I think I’d be more comfortable if you just… got to be Noah for a little bit without me. Go be a guy with the rest of the guys!”
He looked at you with a softness that almost made your heart ache.
“I appreciate you thinking about that.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “But I’m not leaving you on your own”
His thumb brushed gently across your cheek, and you shook your head.
”You’re not.” You said, “You don’t have to babysit me.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what are you doing?”
He smiled, then nodded as if to say okay…
“I’m taking my girl to her seat,” His hand found yours again. “Then, if you’re happy and settled with a drink and some snacks…” A playful smile tugged at his lips. “Then I’ll disappear for ten minutes, say hello to everyone, and come straight back.”
“…Ten minutes?” You smirked.
“I promise.”
“You won’t get caught talking?”
“I probably will, but I’ll tell them someone’s waiting for me.”
Your stomach fluttered.
“Someone special?” You teased, remembering what you had heard over the phone. And he smiled without a hint of teasing this time.
“Exactly.” He kissed your forehead, “And if I see Ricky back there, I’m telling him-”
“No, Noah!” You laughed. “You’re not telling him anything!”
“What? He deserves to know that he missed his chance.” Noah grinned.
“Oh my god...” You shook your head.
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself now. Then you let him lace his fingers through yours, and he led you further down another corridor then up some stairs, then down another corridor. You had no idea where you were being taken to, but eventually, you ran into another member of staff, who smiled the moment he recognised Noah.
“Evening, Noah.”
“Hey.”
The staff member scanned both of your passes before pushing the door open.
“Enjoy the show, man.”
“Thanks.”
You stepped through the door first, and immediately gasped.
“Wow…”
The room was beautiful. It wasn’t enormous, but there was plenty of space. In the middle of the room was a leather couch, and behind it was a table already laid out with drinks and bowls of snacks. Then you stepped over to the balcony, where there were seats that overlooked the stage.
“Is this just for us?” You asked, and Noah nodded his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he took in how amazed you were at something that felt so simple to him.
You held onto the railing as you looked over the balcony.
“No way...”
Thousands of people were slowly filling the arena below, and you couldn’t believe how close the stage was.
“Noah,” You turned to him, your eyes wide. “This is incredible.”
“I thought you’d like it.” He said simply.
“I thought we were gonna be somewhere at the back.”
He laughed.
“Not a chance… it's better here. Better view, better seats, more privacy.”
You didn't know quite how to express your gratitude, besides a simple,
“Thank you.”
He shrugged almost bashfully.
“I wanted tonight to be special.”
“It already is…” You smiled softly... then you suddenly reached for your bag. “Oh! I should get a picture for Tom!” You grinned as you pulled your phone out of your bag.
“Want me to get one of you?” He asked, and for a moment you thought about it… then you shook your head.
“No.” You grinned, “You need to be in it too.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Me?”
You nodded your head.
“Besides the dirty ones on your phone, I don't think we have any pictures together.”
He chuckled.
“Fair point.”
He wandered over, and crouched down a little as he stood beside you.
“Ready?”
“Yep.”
You lifted your phone again, stretching your arm out.
“Smile.”
“I am smiling.”
“You don’t look like it. Smile harder.”
He rolled his eyes dramatically before softening into a genuine smile.
“There… perfect!”
You grinned at the screen, taking a couple pictures, and just as you went to press the button a third time, you felt soft lips press against your cheek.
You put your phone back downa nd instantly tapped on the photo, and felt your cheeks start to burn. It looked quite romantic, his lips on your skin, your smile, his eyes closed, the lights from the arena behind you.
“Send those to me.” He said as he straightened up and gently tapped your hip. “We look cute.”
You stared at it for another second.
“Yeah…” You smiled to yourself. “We do.”
You quickly sent the picture to Noah, deciding you won’t tell Tom until after it’s over. So you slipped your phone into your bag, and when you looked back up, Noah was already watching you with that soft look on his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm…” You narrowed your eyes, unconvinced.
But he just smiled.
“I was just wondering if you’re still okay with me disappearing for a few minutes.”
You looked around your little private box again- at the sofa, the drinks and snacks, the stage… and you smiled.
“Yeah, of course.”
“You sure?”
You nodded your head, and he gently pulled you closer.
“If at any point you want me back, just text me.”
“I will.” You smiled.
“And if Ricky somehow finds his way up here, tell him to back off.”
You burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Noah.”
“I need to cover all possibilities, baby.” He smirked, then leaned down and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around you. “I won’t be long.”
“I know.”
He gave you one last squeeze before stepping back.
“I’ll make sure I’m back before the lights go down.”
“That’s okay.”
He gave you one last smile, then he turned and disappeared through the door. Then after it clicked shut behind him, you were left alone in a private box in a huge arena…
You slowly turned back towards the stage, just trying to take it all in. The crowd was growing by the minute, the seats were starting to fill out, and the sound of chattering filled the silence Noah left behind.
You smiled to yourself.
This was your life now.
A month ago, you were worrying your landlord was going to kick you out because you were behind on rent, you’d been counting tips at the end of every shift, wondering if you’d have enough left over after bills to treat yourself to takeout. And now, you were standing in a private suite at a sold out arena, with an all access pass, all because… you weren’t really sure. Was it because he liked the way you made his coffee, was it because he felt sorry for you… or was it deeper than that?
You shook your head, trying to shake the thought away, knowing Noah wouldn’t want you to think that. So instead, you put your bag down on the couch and picked up a water bottle, and waited for Noah to come back.
…
The first opener was amazing, you had never heard of them before, but you were blown away. God, you’d forgotten how much you loved the feeling of being at a show.
You found yourself nodding along, not knowing any of the words, your drink forgotten on the little table beside you as Noah silently watched you more than he watched the performance.
“You like them?”
“Yeah, they’re so good!”
“I thought you would.”
Between the songs he’d tell you little things about the bands, “They’re from Australia”, “They’ve been touring nonstop”, “I wrote with their guitarist a couple of years ago”, “I’m in a group chat with the vocalist…”
You’d look at him in awe every single time.
“You just know everyone.”
He laughed.
“It’s a small world.”
Noah teased you relentlessly while Motionless were on the stage, every time Ricky did something he’d make a comment, “Hey, did you just see what your boyfriend did?”, “Isn’t your boyfriend such a great singer?”, “Fuck, I wish I was as talented as your boyfriend.”
You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow, or groaning dramatically. But he loved seeing you react, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Then eventually, the giant backdrop changed, and it’s like the stage grew bigger. Crew members walked out with more equipment and started putting things into places. You leaned over the balcony railing, watching it all happen.
Then, after a little while, the lights all went out again. The suspense made you giddy as you squeezed Noah’s hand.
“Oh my god!!” You yelped, then music began playing, and after another moment… “There they are!”
Noah looked over at you just in time to see the biggest grin spread across your face.
“Happy?”
“So happy!” You beamed.
The entire show was just unbelievable, you didn’t have a better word for it. The lights and the visuals, the crowd singing along to every word. Even from your private balcony, you could feel the energy radiating off the audience below.
You were even dancing and singing along, which made Noah smirk.
“I didn’t know you knew all the words.”
“I know enough.” You laughed.
Then, a few songs later you found yourself leaning on the railing, watching the mosh pit.
“You know, I actually saw them once before.” You said as you sat back in your seat.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm, a few years ago.” You said, then hesitated before adding, “With my ex.”
Noah’s expression stayed calm.
“How was it?”
You snorted.
“Well, it was going really well…” He already knew from your tone that there was a story coming. “…Until he decided jumping into the mosh pit was a brilliant idea. He got into a fight, and came back with a bloody nose because apparently somebody shoved him.”
Noah stared at you for a moment before shaking his head.
“…Fucking idiot.”
You burst out laughing.
“I know! That’s what I said.”
Noah just shook his head.
“You go to a concert where everyone’s pushing each other… then gets angry because someone pushed him?”
“That’s just the kind of person he was.” You sighed. “I remember spending most of the night worrying about him.”
Noah looked at you for a second, then he gently brushed his fingers against yours.
“I’m glad tonight’s different.”
“So am I.” You smiled.
Another song came to an end, and you caught Noah glancing towards the side of the stage, then checking the time on his phone.
“…Hey.”
“Hm?” You looked up.
“I’ve just got to disappear for a minute.”
You frowned.
“Now?”
“I’ll be right back.” He smiled reassuringly. “I promise.”
You looked at him curiously.
“…Is everything okay?” You asked.
He just nodded your head and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Yeah. Enjoy this one.”
Then without another word, he left again. You frowned when the door shut behind him. That was weird…
Your mind immediately betrayed you. Was it because I mentioned my ex? Did I upset him? You shook your head. Don’t be ridiculous.
Still, you couldn’t help but glance towards the door every few moments. He’s taking his time, you thought. Another song finished and he still hadn’t returned.
It’s probably nothing. He might’ve just got stopped by a fan, if anyone recognised him. But your attention was brought back to the stage again when Oli stepped up to the microphone.
“Alright…” The crowd quietened. “We’ve got a little surprise tonight.”
The crowd wooo’d so loud before he even finished his sentence, and you grinned, wondering what it could be.
Then your face dropped as a figure dressed entirely in black stepped out.
Your heart stopped, and the crowd screamed so loudly, but you couldn’t hear a thing.
Because Noah just walked out on to the stage with a microphone in his hand.
You stumbled as you rose to your feet to get a better view. Oli walked over with a huge grin, throwing an arm around Noah’s shoulders before saying something into the microphone that was lost beneath twenty thousand people screaming.
He hadn’t left because he was upset. He hadn’t left because of your ex. He’d left because he was about to walk onto one of the biggest stages in the country, and didn’t even think to let you know?!
You couldn’t stop smiling. He looked so fucking good out there, and he completely blew you away with his singing and screaming… he was really good.
You didn’t feel like you were in your own body while he was performing, it all felt like a dream, until the door to the suite opened a couple of minutes later.
Noah stepped inside, slightly out of breath, a little flushed from the performance, his hair messier than before. He barely had time to smile.
“Hey, baby-”
You rushed across the room in three quick steps, and your hands caught either side of his face. Then you kissed him, hard. Full of adrenaline and excitement- you could still hear the crowd as he laughed softly into the kiss, one arm wrapping around your waist to steady you.
When you finally pulled back, you were almost breathless.
“That.” You pointed a finger at him. “…Was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t act humble, Noah.” You narrowed your eyes on him, “You walked out in front of thousands of people… and you looked like…” You searched for the words before simply giving up. “…You looked like a rock star!”
He couldn’t help but smirk.
“I am one.”
“Oh, shut up.” You shook your head, making him laugh. “Here I was thinking you left because I upset you-”
His expression softened immediately, and interrupted you.
“What?”
You paused for a moment, chewing on your lip.
“When you left, I thought maybe it was because I mentioned my ex… I thought I annoyed you.”
His face fell.
“Oh, sweetheart.” His hands found yours. “Not even for a second.”
“I know that now.”
…
There were only a few songs left, and somehow each one felt better than the last. And now, every time Oli wandered near the side of the stage, you’d grin to yourself.
“You were just down there…” You whispered to Noah halfway through another song.
“I know.”
“It’s still so crazy to me.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Noah smiled, patting your thigh. But you didn’t think you ever would.
When the final song ended, confetti cannons exploded over the crowd, and for one last time, the crowd went crazy. You found yourself clapping until your hands hurt, and as the lights slowly came back up, you turned to Noah.
“This might’ve actually been one of the best nights of my life.”
His smile softened as he stood up, offering his hand to you.
“I’m really glad.”
“Thank you.” You said after a moment, and he squeezed your fingers.
“I wanted to do something special… and after the week you’ve had, I hope it was worth it.”
“It really was.”
The two of you lingered there for another minute, watching as thousands of people slowly began filing towards the exits.
Your ears were ringing, and your heart was racing, yet you felt like you could run a marathon with the adrenaline that was coursing through you.
“So,” Noah smiled as he picked up his jacket. “You ready to head back to the hotel?”
You nodded your head.
“But I’m way too awake to go to bed anytime soon.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, I don’t think either of us are sleeping just yet.”
Still buzzing with adrenaline, you walked hand in hand, following him back through the quiet corridors, the echoes of the concert still ringing in your ears.
You left through the back, the same way you came in, and there was already a driver waiting to take you back to the hotel. And even in the back seat of the car, you were still buzzing, and you couldn’t stop talking.
“I still can’t believe you did that.”
Noah smiled to himself from beside you in the back of the cab.
“I know.”
“No, seriously.” You laughed. “I thought you were annoyed, then suddenly you’re on the stage!?”
He chuckled.
“Was I good though?”
You laughed, resting your head against the seat.
“Yes! And oh my god, you were so hot.”
He looked sideways at you over the top of his sunglasses that he slipped back on before leaving.
“Still thinking about that?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
His smile widened.
“I don’t think you’ve ever kissed me like that before.”
“Can you blame me? I didn’t know you sounded like… that!”
He frowned playfully.
“…That?”
“You were screaming and growling! And doing those… those monster noises!”
He burst out laughing.
“‘Monster noises?’”
“You know what I mean!”
“Yeah, I do those.” He he chuckled.
“I had no idea!”
He couldn’t stop smiling now.
“Well, you’ve never asked.”
“I didn’t know there was anything to ask! I always thought you’d like to keep me and your work separate…”
His face softened.
“Why’d you think that?”
You shrugged, not really wanting to talk about that right now, after having such fun tonight. So you decided to change the subject.
“I was wondering, when you go on tour…”
“Yes?”
“Can I…” You hesitated. “…Can I come and see you at a show?”
“You just did.” He smirked.
“I know, but…” You smiled shyly. “I wanna see one of your own shows. I know I’ll be working most of the time, but if there’s ever one near enough-”
He reached across the seat and took your hand.
“Sweetheart.”
“Hm?”
“It’s already sorted.”
“…What?” You asked.
“You’re on the guest list, there’s a couple dates where you’re not working, so I sorted it out.”
“You already planned it?”
“I haven’t booked plane tickets or anything yet because I didn’t know if you’d want to come out and see me… but yeah.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest.
“So if you want to come” He squeezed your hand. “There’ll be tickets waiting for you.”
You stared at him.
“You really thought about all of that?”
“Of course I did.” He said like it was obvious, like there had never been another option. “I want you there.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.
“I’d love that.” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
…
By the time you reached the hotel, neither of you had really come down from the adrenaline. You were still giggling in the elevator, replaying moments from the show, teasing Noah about how you’ve never heard so many women squeal the way they did when he appeared on the stage. He simply rolled his eyes, and teased you back just as much, making comments about Ricky again.
Them the elevator doors opened, and you wandered down the corridor towards your room. You waited just outside the door as Noah patted his pockets down for the key card, before holding it open for you.
And the moment the door shut behind you, you kicked your boots off with a groan.
“Why do my feet hurt so much if we were sitting for most of it?”
“Was it worth it, though?” Noah smirked.
“So worth it.”
Then you glanced down at yourself. Your leather top was sticking to your skin, the necklaces were starting to feel claustrophobic and you rubbed at your eye, completely forgetting about your makeup.
“I feel disgusting.” You groaned.
Noah chuckled as he tossed his cap onto the dresser.
“You’re still beautiful to me, baby.”
You side eyed him as if to say yeah right.
“I think I need a shower.”
“Then take a shower.”
You looked up.
“You’d be okay with that?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He walked over, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Go, take your time, sweetheart.”
“You don’t mind waiting?”
“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.
You smiled back at him.
“…Okay. And when I get out,” a little cheeky smirk spread across your face, “Do you think we can test out that new toy?”
Noah smirked, sitting back on the bed.
“Of course we can.” He spread his legs out slightly.
You nodded and reached for your little wash bag before disappearing into the bathroom, already looking forward to washing away the sweat and makeup from the evening.
As the door clicked shut behind you, Noah let out a quiet breath and smiled to himself. Tonight had gone exactly the way he’d hoped… but you didn’t know he had one last surprise in store.
You showered in peace, not rushing yourself as you washed off the sweat and makeup, until you finally felt clean.
You stepped out and reached for a towel, wrapping it around yourself before turning to the sink to do your skincare. You could picture Noah on the bed already, laying back in just a pair of grey sweats or black shorts, scrolling on his phone or switching through the channels on the TV.
You were smiling to yourself, thinking about how nice the evening had been, then you pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.
Then you immediately stopped in your tracks.
Holy shit.
In front of you, on the bed, Noah was lying there completely naked. Well, completely naked besides the black ski mask that was pulled over his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible.
His tattoos were on full display across his body, standing out against the white bedding. One arm was tucked casually behind his head, looking so relaxed and confident… while his other hand held the wand vibrator you had bought this morning. He was slowly dragging the rounded head of the toy along the length of his thick, hard cock that rested against his lower stomach.
Fuck, he looked so powerful, and almost a little intimidating…
The moment he noticed you in the doorway, his eyes met yours through the mask, and a slow, predatory smirk tugged at his mouth. You felt your breath catch, you couldn’t even think straight as heat flooded between your thighs.
At first, Noah didn't move. He just kept slowly dragging the vibrating head along his cock, and down to his balls, watching you with dark, hungry eyes.
“Hi, princess,” he said, his voice low and a little teasing. “Took you long enough.”
He gave his cock another slow stroke with the toy, letting you watch it drag over every inch of him. The way he was was touching himself so casually while wearing nothing but the mask made your stomach flutter, and you swallowed hard, trying so hard to stop your head from spinning.
Noah tilted his head a little, his eyes dragging over your body.
“Drop the towel, sweet girl,” he said softly, but there was no mistaking the command in his tone. “I want to see you.”
You stood there for a second, your heart racing, your brain turning to mush- and Noah’s smirk just grew.
“C’mon, don’t get shy on me now, baby. You bought this toy for me… so I could use it on you. Come here and get on the bed.”
He spread his legs a little wider, making the view even more obscene- his hard cock, the buzzing vibrator, the mask, the tattoos, all of it on full display as he waited for you.
“I’ve been thinking about this since you handed it to me earlier, I can’t believe you went out and got this without me even having to ask…” He said, before a low groan slipped his lips. “Now get on this bed and let me show you how I reward my good girl.”
