For the first time in 2 years, you come face-to-face with your ex at his best friend’s wedding.
Ex-Boyfriend!Noah x F!reader
Content warning: none
Word count: 4.1k
A/N: This was supposed to be a long ass oneshot, but I decided to post the first half now to help me regain my writing momentum. More importantly, I also wanted to post this before Nick gets married irl since I started drafting this when he announced his engagement bc all I could think about was best man Noah in suit and tie 🥺 So yeah, this one’s open-ended; I’ll post another part sooner or later. Lastly, I’d say the title was inspired by Saosin’s Seven Years, but i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m not sure :> lol
“Imagine if you caught the bouquet,” Natalie snickered, throwing you a shit-eating grin through the mirror as she reapplied her mascara while you washed your hands in the sink. “Noah would lose his shit.”
Rolling your eyes at your best friend’s remark, you tried to keep your focus on the soap you’re lathering, on the bubbles your hands were producing way more than necessary, on the grey marbled sink, on literally anything to make you ignore the familiar warmth creeping up your cheeks.
For once, you hoped your blush makeup had concealed it enough for her to notice.
“How long has it been? Two years? Bro’s still hung up on you, I swear. Bryan said he couldn’t even find–”
“Cut it out, Nat,” you interjected, groaning as you finally rinsed and dried your hands with a paper towel. “Please don’t make things awkward.”
“Hey, I’m just stating facts!” She smirked, raising her hands in surrender, obviously trying (and failing miserably) to keep herself from teasing you further.
“Then I don’t wanna hear it,” you muttered while narrowing your eyes at your giggling best friend. “You guys promised me you won’t make it weird if I came.”
Natalie snorted. “Then you certainly don’t wanna know about the bet they’ve been doing since your ex went stiff like a tree when you…” she paused, smirking as she slightly faced you to look at you from head to toe. “…when you walked in looking like that earlier.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she sing-songed, dropping her mascara tube back to her vanity pouch. “I was just saying, you’re making some heads turn, babe. And a certain someone is surely not liking it.”
“Natalie–”
“Let’s go; I think they’re serving dinner soon!”
Groaning, you followed her out of the washroom and back to the hall where Nicholas’ and Nadine’s wedding reception would be held in a bit.
A few weeks ago, the thought of dressing up for one of your closest friends’ wedding never crossed your mind. It was still fresh in your memory how you sent your regrets to Nick’s invitation, despite his thoughtful personal delivery of the textured blue envelope with a gold ‘N&N’ stamp to your doorstep. As an advanced planner, you had already made your decision even before you got the chic linen paper in your hands— even before confirming that he would actually want you there after everything.
Who in their right mind would invite their best man's ex-girlfriend to their wedding, anyway?
Yeah, no one. No one but Nicholas Ruffilo.
Sure, you were all friends before things went south, but was inviting you to their momentous occasion really worth the trouble? Save for a few inevitable meetups, you successfully stayed away from almost all of them over the last two years. What difference would it make if you came now?
Despite these questions running through your head, Nicholas was insistent. Annoyingly, at that matter, like his life depended on it. Therefore, after all his persuasion tactics and with Natalie promising you so many tempting favors in exchange (you swore those two were conniving), you eventually gave in.
What’s the worst thing that could happen, anyway? It’s not like your ex would deliberately corner you and make you uncomfortable on his best friend’s wedding day, right?
Besides, it would be nice to reunite with everyone after two long years. The thought of catching up with the boys rather than just hearing unsolicited updates from Natalie— who started dating their photographer— sounded enticing, despite the setup you knew you’d be in.
So after days of contemplation, you RSVPed ‘Yes’ on the condition that none of your friends pull any moves to make you uncomfortable in the presence of your ex-boyfriend. You wrote those exact words on the response card that you sent back to the groom. To which he happily agreed and even promised to keep Folio on a leash throughout the event. Nick made a mental note to assign that task to Jolly and Davis.
And here you were, a couple of weeks later, all dolled up and clad in a navy blue maxi dress, walking beside Natalie towards the rest of the boys, who all looked dapper as Nick’s entourage. Sitting at your assigned table were your old friends Vince, Jolly, Folio, Bryan, and Davis in their color-coordinated suits and ties. You couldn’t help but tease them earlier for looking so out of character in such formal attire compared to their usual all-black alternative outfits. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve surely mistaken them for men who worked 9 to 5 in corporate.
You chuckled at the thought, and as if right on cue, Folio turned his head your way and greeted you with his signature mischievous grin. It was the same annoying grin he had been throwing at you since the ceremony began— since your ex, who also looked as uncharacteristically sharp as they all did (especially with his overgrown hair slicked back and his shirt collar hugging his inked neck), stood beside Ruffilo at the altar earlier.
“Hey, neighbor, sit next to me,” Folio called enthusiastically like a golden retriever, tapping the empty seat to his left. As much as you wanted to be with Natalie, her boyfriend Bryan had already saved her a spot between him and Jolly.
You narrowed your eyes at the drummer, your gaze moving from the seat he was offering to the other empty chair beside it, which had a black suit jacket draped over its backrest.
Seeing how the boys at your table had theirs on, you were not stupid not to piece it together and tell who was (and would soon be) occupying the other seat next to yours.
So much for not making things awkward, huh.
“Nick, just stop whatever you’re planning,” you groaned.
“Have I told you how glad I am to see you tonight?” Your younger friend ignored your remark and practically pulled you down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you against his side. “I was so excited when I knew you were coming! Noah was— ow! What did I do?”
Before he could even continue, you swatted his arm with your purse, making the other guys chuckle at your antics. Just like the old times.
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If it wasn’t obvious enough, you, Folio, and the rest of the boys were once part of a tightly-knit circle bound by the same taste in music and hobbies.
That was until you had to date one of them for seven years, and unfortunately, break up with the said guy and eventually with the rest of the group.
You knew from the start it was a package deal. The guys had been friends for so long before you came, so it was just appropriate for them to be on Noah’s side when you separated.
Noah.
Noah Sebastian Davis.
Lead singer of a now-popular metalcore band you once witnessed struggle and grow.
Tall, charming, heavily tattooed, with a perfect nose and cute smile, now with thousands of girls throwing themselves at his feet.
The guy who could sing you a lullaby to sleep one moment and growl like a man possessed in the next.
The guy who used to hold your heart around those long tattooed fingers.
The guy you once thought of as your endgame.
Well, everyone else did. Even your grumpy work supervisor back then, who always complained about that one tattooed ‘Asian white boy’ ‘loitering’ in the shop all day, silently rooted for the two of you.
You and Noah met in your late teens, back when Bad Omens was still barely getting out of Folio’s garage, a few years before they released their first LP. You used to work part-time at a coffee shop across the tattoo parlor where Ruffilo apprenticed, so you earned yourself a couple of new regulars after their group made it a habit to rendezvous at the shop to discuss band stuff or just to hang out. You clicking with the long-haired guys covered in tattoos and piercings was a no-brainer. Growing up with an older brother who used to lead a mediocre metal garage band made it easy for you to connect with their music taste and other interests. It was also an advantage that you lived on the same street as Folio, so you’d easily get invited to their band practices and dive bar gigs.
It was all fun and platonic until two years later, the tallest among them had to ruin it and start showing interest in dating you.
Noah tried to be subtle at first. He would send you random text messages that you were sure he sent to everyone else, which he later admitted were only sent to you. He would tend to come alone to the coffee shop during your shift, casually chatting you up while pretending to be waiting for Nicholas (even during those times when you knew Nick went home to Virginia; you just played along). He would randomly appear at your favorite salad stop during your break, making awkward excuses like he was in the area or Nick or Vince sent him on a salad run (even though it’s a known fact in the group that the aforementioned guys had an aversion to vegetables). Every night out or gig, Noah always made sure he had an excuse to be the one to drive you home, countless times not even allowing your neighbor Folio to come with. And in every hangout, he always had your favorite snacks on hand, while not even bothering to get anything for his other friends.
With those, among so many things, it didn’t take the rest of the guys too long to decipher his feelings towards you.
And once they did, it was pure chaos that the then 21-year-old frontman had to prematurely confess to you after their set at Chain Reaction (RIP) one spring night.
It was peer pressure at its finest, you couldn’t help but gush at how Noah rambled nervously like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time. Funny and endearing– certainly not what your lanky long-haired friend was aiming for.
To his (and the rest of your friends’) delight, his feelings were happily reciprocated. It would be hard not to when you had been on the receiving end of Noah’s kindheartedness, his silly antics, his thoughtful acts of service, and his overall protectiveness. Not to mention his terrible flirting skills that always left you cringing and blushing at the same time. And to top it off, the guy was eye candy despite Natalie describing him as ‘too thin and tall like a praying mantis’.
How your best friend had to shut up when Noah finally got buffed a few years later was forever etched in your memory.
So, the 20-year-old you took the risk and went on a series of dates with Noah Davis. Your friendship was at stake; you knew that. But in your defense, you never thought your relationship would go seriously far; you were sure it would be over by the next weekend. And in no time, you’d be back to just being friends again, casually hanging out with the other guys at the coffee shop or Folio’s garage.
But you and Noah morphed organically. The two of you became inseparable and hopelessly in love that after a few months of dating, you did not hesitate to make it official. And just before marking your first anniversary as a couple, you moved with him and the rest of the guys to LA, with you and Noah sharing a small one-bedroom apartment.
In your second year, Bad Omens released their second album. It was in the same year that they started to get more attention and obtain an even wider audience reach. They started touring with bigger bands across the US and overseas, and in no time, their traction grew exponentially.
Young and in love, the two of you tried to live your life together and separately at the same time. As more shows and touring opportunities opened up for the band, you were also starting to build a career you were happy with. While Noah would miss your company whenever he’s on the road, not once did he ever think of asking you to drop everything to be with him 24/7. Sure, you lived on the same roof, acting like a married couple. But you also had your life, and he had his own.
You were pretty much happy with your arrangement. Both of you allowed each other to chase your own dreams without affecting your relationship. At the very least, you made sure you had time for each other despite everything. Month-long tours were almost nonstop, so you’d set aside a week or two to be with your boyfriend on the road. Noah, on the other hand, always got himself a non-negotiable minimum of 1 month break to come home to you before hopping into another long grind.
That became your routine for a couple of years– your normal. Your time apart surely tested your relationship, but like soulmates in a Hallmark movie, things always worked out for the two of you.
Until it didn’t.
After the pandemic, Bad Omens started headlining shows and selling out venues left and right. Noah, in particular, had become so sought after that he slowly started to become… absent.
At first, the unanswered texts, missed calls, and coming home late were understandable. He was just overwhelmed with the hustle from his newfound fame, you thought. You were lenient and considerate enough to give him time to adjust. This was his dream after all. You knew he would do the same for you.
But then it happened again and again that the alarms in your head just started blaring from every corner. Despite the countless apologies and promises to do better, the situation worsened to the point that he would miss important occasions. Noah had let his rockstar life consume him that his supposedly “non-negotiable” month-long breaks with you were cut short to two weeks, and during those weeks, he would still be cooped up in the other guys’ house producing their next hits, planning tours, brainstorming merch designs, and whatnot.
Save for the occasional dinner dates and sex, it was as if you never even existed.
Doubts had long been plaguing your head, but still, you tried to understand. That’s your Noah; he’d come around eventually– you tried to make yourself believe that.
But then came the night when you finally had enough.
It was your birthday, and the day started nicely with Noah making you your favorite breakfast after making love with you at 7 in the morning. You blushed profusely like a teenager when he’d drawn you a bath and surprised you right after with a big bouquet of roses on the bed and a gift box containing a new dress and a diamond necklace with a note saying, ‘Can’t wait to see you in this for our date tonight. Happy birthday, my love.’
For the rest of the day, it was just impossible to wipe that giddy smile off your face.
Everything finally felt right. It was as if the sweet, lanky, non-famous Noah Davis from Richmond, Virginia, with the wolf-cut hair, had finally returned home to you.
For the first time in a long time, your heart was happy.
But as hours passed and it was finally time for your scheduled dinner date, your chest gradually felt heavy, and you started wishing Noah were sincere enough to at least let you keep that happiness until your day ended… to let you pretend things between you were fine, even just on your special day.
Because clad in your new elegant black dress, you were buzzing with excitement when you entered the restaurant he had booked for your intimate dinner.
Because you were very much looking forward to having your boyfriend again, all to yourself, after he had spent the whole afternoon at the studio. On your own birthday.
Because you didn’t expect your nerves to creep in when 30 minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Noah Sebastian— no ounce of decency to send you a text or call to tell you he was running late.
Because the 30 minutes of waiting dragged on to an hour that the servers started looking at you sympathetically; you couldn’t gauge if the public humiliation was worse than the heavy feeling weighing down your chest.
Because as you finished your wine and placed a $100 bill on the table when you decided to leave, your worry surprisingly did not turn into anger, but disappointment— disappointment in Noah for tonight and all the other empty promises he made, and disappointment in yourself, most especially, for still believing things between you could still get better.
Because for the first time since he started drifting away, you cried yourself to sleep, not because of him, but because of you and how much you were to blame for letting the situation get this far.
So after seven long years, you finally made the hard decision to let him go. It was high time to set Noah free into a life with no burdens, with no you to worry about and hold him back.
You didn’t cry when you talked to him the next morning, not even when he didn’t say anything other than a quiet ‘I’m sorry.’
You didn’t cry when you started packing up almost a decade of your life from every corner of your shared house, with him not even attempting to stop you.
You didn’t cry when you hung your house keys on your designated hook beside his for the last time.
You didn’t cry when you started driving away from the familiar neighborhood… and from the man that you could no longer call home.
Tears only blurred your vision and started trickling down your cheeks when you drove by a random taco truck.
Because memories of you and Noah grabbing your first dinner in LA came flooding back: two ambitious young adults freshly out of Virginia exploring the downtown plaza hand in hand, with nary a care in the world— no thoughts about tours, fans, or the pressure from record labels just yet; you being dragged by your tall ass boyfriend in front of the Mexican food truck because it’s the only thing he could afford that time, and your only concern was you couldn’t choose between the soft and hard shell tacos; you stealing a bite off his soft tacos as he bit off your hard ones; him placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek with his breath disgustingly smelling like cilantro.
‘I love you so much, I’d get you one of these taco trucks when I’m rich.’
‘Wow, are you gonna make me sell tacos while your band gets to see the world?’
‘Nah, you’re coming with me when our music finally gets us to places we’ve never been… And when we’ve made it big, I’ll buy us a house with many rooms and a backyard for our kids to play around.’
‘And who said I want snotty little babies with you?’
‘I know you do, because you love me.’
Fat tears streamed down your face at the memory as you pressed on the gas pedal.
You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, but what difference would they have made?
You knew it was a losing fight from the beginning, but you still took the risk. It was impossible to compete when you’re up against none other than his biggest dream.
You just wished he cared enough to realize that he never had to choose between you and his career in the first place.
–
Heaving out a sigh, you settled in your seat beside Folio and just hoped for the best.
Thankfully, your ex decided to stay and catch up with Nicholas’ family throughout the dinner service, so you were able to talk freely with the guys. Your heart warmed with their stories of how much they had accomplished over the past two years. You had read the news and seen the trending videos online, but you still couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up when you finally heard from them how they sold out arenas across the country and overseas.
Noah finally got what he had long deserved after all.
A part of you wished you could tell him how proud you were of him.
A part of you wondered if things would be different if you didn’t let him go.
Folio wolf-whistling on your side snapped you out of your thoughts.
Brows furrowed, you glanced at him and mouthed ‘what?’
He just smirked in response as his focus moved towards the stage area, where a very familiar, tall, tattooed guy in a crisp grey dress shirt now stood awkwardly in front of a microphone stand, smiling sheepishly as if he didn’t pick up one for a living. His long sleeves were now rolled up to his elbows, perfectly showing his fully decorated forearms.
After all this time, Noah was still hunched like a shrimp, looking like he wanted to look smaller, as though he wanted to hide or run away from everyone’s line of sight.
His eyes briefly met yours before he cleared his throat, making you snort internally. Two years ago, you would’ve annoyingly sung ‘Dear Maria, Count Me In’ to him after hearing that.
But sadly, all you could do now was swallow nervously as you averted your gaze and decided to glare at your seatmate instead, who was throwing you a toothy grin that screamed nothing but mischief.
“Oh, shut up, Nick,” you muttered before taking a small sip of your cold water.
“I haven’t said anything.” The drummer giggled quietly beside you.
It did not take long for Noah to start talking, and you swore you tried your best to drown his voice out with your own thoughts. Instead of listening to how he spoke about his and Ruffilo’s childhood, you tried thinking about your cats at home and if the automatic feeder had dispensed their dinner. Instead of paying attention to how Noah knew Nadine was the one for Nick, you tried to daydream about your upcoming trip to Bali– about the nice villa you booked, the pristine beaches, the warm weather, the sun finally kissing your skin.
You tried to let your thoughts wander from your pending work deliverables, to your next meal plan, to the hot gym guy you had been crushing on– anything to cancel the noise coming out of your ex’s mouth.
If only it weren’t rude, you would’ve put on your AirPods and had Will Ramos’ squeals usher you into oblivion.
But fate did not seem to be on your side as Noah said his parting words at the very same time your brain deliberately stopped thinking of anything else to further distract you.
“Cheers to Nick and Nadine,” he said, a little bit more enthusiastic than his usual self as a smile danced around the corners of his mouth.
And just when you thought it was over, your ex-boyfriend huffed and pursed his lips before uttering his next words slowly, as if wishing worms would not get out of the can if he were careful enough.
“What you two have is… is something… I… I wish I still had for myself...”
Swallowing, you stiffened in your seat as your heart started hammering against your ribcage. Your eyes trailed towards Noah’s face, now adorned with a tight-lipped smile that instantly activated your fight-or-flight response. With brows slightly furrowed, you blinked away and glanced at the groom, who sensed your unease but could only give you an apologetic smile. And as if everyone else shared the same brain cells, the whole table’s eyes were on you, Folio giving your wrist a gentle squeeze.
The words rang in your ears as your chest tightened.
Something I wish I still had for myself.
I wish I still had for myself…
I wish I still had…
You wanted to scoff hard at your ex’s stupid face.
How could he say that when a whole lot of Nick’s guests knew you two used to be together? When he knew that you, his ex-girlfriend of seven years whom he promised to build a life with, were there listening to him stutter those words out?
As Noah ended his speech with everyone raising their glasses, you found yourself standing up– carelessly for that matter– feeling the sudden need for fresh air.
“Um… I’ll be right back,” you mumbled to no one in particular before you hurried your way out of the hall towards the adjacent veranda.
You dryly laughed to yourself as you pushed past strangers and acquaintances alike to get to the ballroom exit.
How silly of you to believe this whole time that it was Folio whom Nick needed to put a leash on.
masterlist ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW half of this chapter is just smut 🫣 also i've only been to paris twice for a few days, so i've tried my hardest to remember what it's like geographically so this can be somewhat accurate lmao (also i physically cannot reread my own smut, and it was written over a few days, so if it's a little all over the place and the positions don't make sense... i tried my best)
holy shit it's finally done! after what feels like an eternity, thank you for being so patient with me!! i knew it was going to be a long one, but i wasn't expecting it to be 19k words... i still have more i want to write so i guess they'll still be in paris in chapter four 🤭 and i also want to say i'm so proud yet terrified of how many people have read this so far! the last i checked the first chapter had just over 500 likes which is so ??? since when were this many people reading my shit lmao but thank you for all the love so far <33 it's what keeps me motivated to write, and there's nothing i love more than giggling with everybody over hot guys and silly stories <33
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“Hey… hey, wake up. We’re about to land.”
You grumbled sleepily in response, before nuzzle closer into the warm pillow your head was resting against.
Noah let out a quiet little laugh, because for most of the flight, you’d been cuddled up to him, your head resting against his shoulder, your hair tickling him occasionally. You didn’t mean to fall asleep like this, he knew that, but he also hadn’t moved you at all.
“C’mon,” he whispered, his hand coming up to brush your hair back from your face. “We’re landing, sweetheart.”
That word alone was enough to pull you from sleep, you finally blinked your eyes open and for a second you thought you were still dreaming… but then you remembered this wasn’t a dream. You were really here, on a plane, on your way to Paris, with your head resting on his shoulder-
Oh.
Your body suddenly went still, heat flooded your face so quick you almost felt dizzy, then you pushed yourself up enough to look at him, your eyes wide and mortified.
“I-” Your voice came out hoarse, thick with sleep, so you swallowed, shaking your head as you tried again, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, you should’ve moved me or-”
Noah just looked at you, completely unbothered… almost a little amused. Then that was when you realised his arm was wrapped around you, as his hand gently stroked up and down your arm.
“It’s fine,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging into almost a little smirk, “You crashed about an hour ago.”
“On you?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “But it doesn’t matter now… look out the window.”
You turned your head and couldn’t help but gasp.
“Noah… we’re here.”
You could see the entire city, the way it was all lit up golden beneath you.
“Yeah…” He said quietly beside you, but he wasn’t looking out the window. He was looking at you, noticing the way your entire face lit up. The way your eyes widened and your lips parted in pure disbelief…
When you turned to look back at him, he was smirking.
“What?” You asked, almost a little self conscious now. Like you were afraid you were maybe too excited.
Nothing.” He said simply, his smirk slowly turning into a small smile. “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited before.”
You let out a soft laugh, looking back out the window again like maybe it’d hide the way your cheeks flushed.
“Can you blame me? It’s Paris. I’ve wanted to come here for… forever.”
“Then we’ll make sure it’s a trip to remember.”
…
Even after getting off the plane, going through security and collecting your bags, you were still trying to process it all. Just this morning you were going into work as usual… and now you were in Paris with Noah?
It didn’t feel real. You wondered if you had an accident at work, slipped on a spillage and hit your head, and this was all just a hallucination.
“Hey.” Noah’s voice pulled you back, and you shook your head, realising you’d stopped walking just past the baggage claim.
He was already a few steps in front of you with both his and your suitcases. He hadn’t even asked, you barely even spotted yours before he had taken it and started to walk away.
“C’mon, the drivers waiting for us."
You followed him out of the airport, watching him drag both the bags when all you had to carry was your phone and a half empty bottle of water. Then you saw him talk to a guy, before handing the bags over, and they were loaded into the posh black car behind him.
Noah opened the back door, resting one hand on the top, the other one gesturing for you to get in.
His hand brushed gently against your back as you climbed in, then he followed, shutting the door behind him. And then when the driver got back in and the car pulled away, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the window.
After a few minutes, you felt Noah’s hand slowly rest just above your knee, silently grabbing your attention. You turned your head, and when you met his eyes he gave you a soft smile.
“You look tired.” He said quietly.
You nodded your head.
“I am… kinda.”
He let out a soft chuckle, brushing his thumb back and forth over your thigh.
“Me too.” He whispered, “It’s only 10 more minutes to the hotel. Then we can take a shower and crash.”
You nodded your head, a sleepy smile spread across your face.
“I like that idea.”
Noah’s smile lingered for a second, softer than it was before, then he gave a small nod.
“Good.” He said quietly.
His hand didn’t move for the entire journey, it stayed there resting against your thigh, his thumb still brushing gently… until finally, the car slowed to a stop.
And there it was. Your breath caught when you realised where you were staying, turning to Noah with wide eyes, but before you could say anything, he was unbuckling your seatbelt, before getting out of the car himself.
He walked around to open your door while the driver retrieved the bags.
“Noah…” You whispered, holding on to him as you stepped out. You looked unsure, like you were waiting for this all to be some kind of prank.
But he shrugged. Like this was normal for him.
“What? It’s just the Four Seasons.” He said before shutting the door, “C’mon.”
He held out his hand, and you took it before following him into the entrance. You looked around for your bags, before realising they’ve already been taken care of. Just like everything else.
You could really get used to this life.
The check-in was super simple, and the lady behind the desk seemed to recognise Noah which somehow didn’t surprise you, and it wasn’t long before Noah was guiding you down to the elevator with the room key in his hand. You both stepped inside, and for the first time since leaving, it was just the two of you again.
You met his eyes in the reflection, giving him a soft smile.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Mm,” you hummed, “I’m staying at the Four Seasons in Paris, I can’t complain about much, can I?”
He chuckled, then the lift dinged, and the doors slid open. Noah pushed off the wall, stepping out first before glancing back at you.
“C’mon, our room shouldn't be far.”
You stepped out too, following behind him, your footsteps softened by the thick carpet as you walked. Noah stopped outside a door, tapping the keycard on the reader before pushing it open.
“After you.” He said, and who were you to refuse?
You held your breath as you stepped inside… and your jaw immediately fell to the floor.
“Oh my god.”
This felt more like an apartment than a hotel room. And you had done your research on hotels in Paris, when you had planned a couple years ago to come here with your friends, and you knew how they tend to be rather small...
But this was unbelievable.
You slowly wandered around, taking it all in. Everything was soft and neutral toned, there were floor to ceiling windows, a big dining table and a couch, the most stunning balcony, a pristine bathroom…
And two double beds...?
You felt your heart sink a little, but then Noah was at your side, his hand gently coming to rest on your waist. And as if he could read your mind…
“I didn’t know how comfortable you’d be,” he said quietly, following your gaze to the beds before looking back at you, “Sharing a bed and all… so I figured I’d play it safe.”
You turned to meet his eyes again, a little smile on your lips.
“Thanks.” You whispered.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before stepping back.
“I’ll let you get settled,” he said, “Take a bath or a shower, freshen up, make yourself at home.”
You nodded, still a little caught up in everything.
“Yeah… okay.”
“I’m quickly gonna head out for a bit,” he said as he reached for his phone, “There’s a store nearby, I thought I’d grab us a few things… drinks and snacks. Is that okay? You’ll be alright by yourself for a bit?”
You nodded your head, your heart aching with how soft he could be. How caring he was.
“Yeah, I’ll probably just shower and pass out anyway.”
He chuckled, reaching for the key card he had just put down on the table.
“Good plan.” He stepped towards the door, then paused to glance back at you, “If you need anything, just text me.”
“I will.”
He gave you one last lingering look before slipping out the door, and it shut with a soft click behind him. Then it was just you.
You stood there completely still for a moment, still trying to process it all. Like you were waiting to wake yourself up from whatever dream you felt like were currently in.
After a moment you let out a quiet sigh, then spotted your suitcase.
Take a shower. Relax. Adjust to whatever this is.
…
You took your time in the shower, letting the hot water run over you, washing away the smell of airplane and the exhaustion… and for the first time today, you felt your mind finally resting. All day you’d been feeling every emotion all at once. You were nervous, then you were excited, then you were anxious. It had all happened so suddenly, and every now and then you thought about how you haven't even known Noah too long, and now you were trusting him to take you to another country?
You don’t feel like you’ve really had the time to process anything, until now.
As you washed your hair, you tried to let the smell of your shampoo ground you… but it wasn’t working how you wanted. Because every now and then, your thoughts drifted back to Noah. Back to the way his hand rested so easily on your thigh, how it felt so normal, how he had taken care of everything and never made it feel like a big deal- never expecting anything back. He just wanted to fly you to Paris because he could. He organised it all, booked what must’ve been one of the fanciest rooms in the whole hotel, and never once made a big deal out of it- if this was your ex on the other hand, he’d be bragging and showing off, pointing out every little detail planned, how he gave up the window seat on the plane for you, telling you that you should be grateful that you didn’t have to lift a finger. But Noah wasn’t like your ex. You were already certain of that.
You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head.
“Stop it!” You whispered to yourself, before reaching for the conditioner.
By the time you stepped out, wrapped in one of the super soft hotel towels, your skin warm and your hair damp, you felt different. Still tired, but less stressed, less overworked. For once in your life, you felt like you could just relax.
Noah still wasn’t back yet, and when you checked your phone you saw a text from him that had been sent just a couple of minutes ago, letting you know he was just outside the main doors, that he’d been stopped by someone asking to take a picture. You couldn’t help but chuckle.
You don’t ask about his work, it’s none of your business really, but you know enough. He works in music, he’s in a band, and clearly they’re doing well enough that he can afford spur of the moment trips like these. If that was the case, he was bound to get recognised.
You then changed into something comfortable for bed, a tank top and a pair of loose sleep shorts. It was late, and as much as you wanted to explore the city right now, you knew it was best to get some sleep first and save it for tomorrow.
Your gaze drifted back toward the bedroom area, towards the two beds… wondering which one to claim as yours. Then you walked over and set your things down on the one closest to the window.
You pulled back the covers slightly, smoothing your hand over the sheets, then sat down on the edge, letting out a small sigh as you sank into the soft mattress.
It was ridiculously comfortable. You were already wondering how you could possibly take it home with you...
You swung your legs up, lying back properly, staring up at the ceiling while you waited for Noah…
Then you turned your head, your eyes drifting over to the other bed, and with a little cheeky smile you couldn’t hide, you bit the inside of your cheek. Because if you were being honest, you didn’t really want to stay in this bed… not when you already knew how right it felt to be close to him, how natural it had been to fall asleep on him earlier like it was nothing.
Your stomach fluttered at the thought, and a (not so) little part of you hoped that by the end of the night, you wouldn’t be in this bed anymore.
…
You must’ve drifted for a few moments, because the next thing you knew, you heard the door click shut. Your eyes opened, and caught Noah stepping inside, a couple bags in his hands.
“Hey,” he smiled when he saw you lying there, “Comfy?”
You nodded, pushing yourself up.
“Sorry I got a little held up,” he said as he placed the bags down at the bottom of your bed, before nodding at them, “Here, grab whatever you want.”
With a smile, you sat up properly and pulled one of the bags closer, taking a peek inside. Your brows lifted at the amount he’d gotten- drinks, snacks, a mix of things you liked and things you hadn’t even mentioned.
“Did you buy the whole store?” You chuckled, and you watched him shrug like it wasn’t a big deal.
“I didn’t know what you’d feel like, thought I’d play it safe and get some different things.”
“Thank you.” You said quietly, pulling out a drink and setting it beside you.
“‘Course,” he said, reaching for his suitcase, “I’m gonna have a quick shower.”
You glanced up at him.
“Go ahead, I’ll try not to pass out before you’re back.”
He chuckled before disappearing into the bathroom. Once the door clicked shut, you took a look in the other bag. There were some more snacks, bottles of water, and a few things that felt oddly specific to you. Your lips curved into a smile again as you pulled one of the things out.
He pays attention, more than you thought.
You set it back in the bag, and let out a soft exhale. You could just about hear the sound of the shower running, since the room was so big. For a moment, you just sat there, letting everything sink in. The softness of the bed beneath you, the quiet brrr of the air conditioning, the distant and muffled sound of the busy city outside.
You reached for your drink and took a sip before setting it on the bedside table, then you glanced at the other bed again. It was still untouched, still waiting. Noah’s bag was there, open on top of it, his rings beside it on the duvet- you hadn’t even noticed him take them off.
A couple moments later, the water shut off, and your stomach flipped. You sat up a little more without realising it, then reached for your phone to make it look like you were doing something- to make it look like you hadn’t been waiting for him.
A second passed… then the handle turned.
The moment the door opened, you froze. Because you were not expecting the sight in front of you.
Noah stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, revealing tattoos you’ve never seen before, his hair dark and damp and messy, drops of water still trailing down his neck and across his chest.
Oh yeah, this was definitely a room with a view.
He walked in casually, like he wasn’t making your brain short circuit. Like he didn’t notice you staring. Like he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
You tried to look away as he stepped towards his bed, reaching for his bag… but your eyes betrayed you.
They lingered for just a second too long, on his big, bare, broad shoulders, the way his arms flexed, the way little droplets or water clung to strands of his hair that fell over his eyes, the way his chain necklace was still on, and dangling as he leaned down…
He definitely noticed you staring. You saw it in the way he paused, before a stupidly sexy knowing smirk pulled at his lips as he slowly glanced over his shoulder at you.
When your eyes met, heat rushed straight to your face, and you looked away almost immediately.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account.” He said, a hint of amusent in his voice.
“…Dunno what you’re talking about.” You said, trying to play it cool.
But your act faltered when he turned to fully face you. Wearing nothing but that towel-
“You’re staring.” He said, but his voice had softened- which somehow made it even worse. So you scoffed, trying to recover.
“You’re not exactly making it easy not to...”
That only made his smirk, along with his voice, deepen.
“Oh is that right?” He said, taking a slow step towards you.
Your breath caught, and you tried oh so hard to look away…
“Is it the towel?” He asked casually, like this was a very normal conversation, like he wasn’t slowly closing the distance between you, making your brain melt.
You didn’t answer him. You couldn’t even form a thought.
“If it’s bothering you so much…” he began, hooking his fingers into the edge of the towel like he was about to- “I could take it off.”
Your eyes widened. Your lips parted.
“Noah-”
“What?” He said, pretending to sound innocent, but his eyes gave him away. “You want me to take it off, huh?”
Your entire body went hot from head to toe. And if this was only the first night, god knows what you’ll be up to on the last day.
“You’re-” You started, then stopped and shook your head, completely flustered now.
A quiet, satisfied laugh slipped from him… because this was exactly what he wanted- to see you like this, to see you react.
“Relax,” he smirked, watching you closely for another second- like he was memorising the way you looked right now. The pink in your cheeks, the way your breath was a little uneven, your eyes glued to him even though you were clearly trying not to look.
Then just as quickly as he’d leaned into it, he stepped back. The tension dissolving so quick it made your head spin.
“Wouldn’t do that to you.” He added, almost casually, like he hadn’t just completely fucked your ability to even think.
Then, before you could even process it, he turned to grab a pair of black shorts from his back.
“Be right back.”
And just like that, he disappeared back into the bathroom again, leaving you sitting there, your heart racing, your face still burning, still staring at the spot he’d just been standing in.
He absolutely knew what he was doing to you. And clearly, he enjoyed it.
A moment later, the bathroom door opened again, and Noah stepped back out. This time in just a pair of black cotton shorts. They sat low enough on his hips for you to just make out the top of his v line through his tattoos, but when you caught yourself looking for a little longer than necessary, you looked higher up- his hair was still damp, though he’d clearly used a towel to dry it while he was in there, and his skin was still a little glowy from the shower. He just looked so casual and comfortable, and sexy.
You distracted yourself with your phone while he sorted through his clothes before placing his bag on the floor at the bottom of his bed, then he walked over and grabbed the bag of snacks from your bed, grabbed a drink out for himself then set it down on the table across the room.
Then he turned back around, heading towards his bed, and sat down. He leaned back with a little sigh as he got comfortable, like this was exactly how the night was supposed to go.
But stupidly, you waited… for a second, then another, watching him out of the corner of your eye while your mind ran ahead of you.
Was he going to say something? Ask you to come over? Come to you? Do something? Anything?
But instead, he reached for the drink he took from the bag, took a sip, then glanced over at you.
“We’ve got a long day tomorrow,” he said, his voice low and rather gentle. “I think we should get some sleep.”
Oh.
Your heart dropped a little.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to match his tone, even if yours came out quieter, and a little disappointed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Mm.”
He shifted again, settling properly into his bed, one arm tucked behind his head as he looked over at you for a second longer.
“Good night.”
“Night.” You replied, laying back slowly and pulling the covers up over you.
And then the light switch clicked as he switched it off, leaving you staring up at the ceiling in the dark.
Your gaze drifted to him one last time, to the other bed. God, he was so close, yet still so far.
With a soft sigh, you turned onto your side, facing away from him this time, biting lightly at the inside of your cheek. Because a part of you wondered if he was doing this on purpose too. If he was waiting for you to make the first move...
But eventually, exhaustion took over and your body gave in. The quiet, the warmth of the comfy bed, the long day, it all caught up to you at once… and despite everything running through your mind, your eyes finally closed.
…
When you woke up, it took you a second to remember where you were. The room was brighter now, the soft sunlight spilling in through the windows, the sound of the already busy city was muffled but still loud enough to remind you exactly where you were.
For a moment, you just laid there, slowly adjusting- but then you heard a quiet rustle.
You turned onto your other side, and there he was. Noah was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back slightly turned to you, tying the laces of his running shoes. He was already dressed, wearing a tight black top that clung to him deliciously, and a simple pair of black shorts. His hair was still a little messy, like he hadn’t bothered doing much to it this morning.
But still, he looked effortlessly put together.
Your heart did a small, stupid flip while you watched him a little longer. And somehow, he must’ve felt you looking, because he glanced over his shoulder, and when he saw you were awake, a small smile tugged at his lips.
“Hey,” he said softly, quietly, like he didn’t want to startle you, “Morning, sleeping beauty.”
You huffed softly, pushing yourself up onto your elbows, still a little groggy.
“Morning… what’s the time?”
He finished tying his laces, straightening up as he looked at you properly.
“Half past seven. I’m about to go for a run,” he added, nodding toward the door. “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when I’m back.”
You blinked at him, trying to process that he was already this awake and this functional.
“You're going out this early?”
“I guess it’s jet lag,” he chuckled, “Figured I’d make the most of it.”
You nodded slowly.
“Yeah… that makes sense.”
He grabbed his phone, checking something quickly before heading towards the door. Then he paused, glancing back at you again.
“You good?” He asked.
You nodded with a small sleepy smile.
“Yeah I’m fine. Go.”
“Alright.”
And just like that, he slipped out the door, pulling it shut behind him with a soft click.
Then you were in silence again, but it felt better this time. You flopped back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, fully intending to take his advice and go back to sleep… so you closed your eyes, and you tried and tried, but your brain clearly had other plans.
Because now you were wide awake, and buzzing with excitement.
So you pushed the covers back, and in seconds you were out of bed, wandering over to your suitcase and unzipping it, your mind already racing with thoughts.
What should you wear today? You wanted it to be something cute, but also effortless, something that looks like you didn’t try too hard even though you absolutely had.
“Okay,” you whispered, pulling things out one by one and laying them across the bed. “Options…”
You stood there for a second, hands on your hips, staring at it all.
You were being drawn to the little black dress- it was casual but still cute… and it would go perfectly with a pair of tights you were certain you packed, but couldn’t find.
So you dug through your bag again, before pulling them out with a grin. You were just hoping it’d look as cute as you were picturing, as you laid it down on the bed. And even if it was a little cold, you brought a jacket that would go nicely with it.
Perfect!
You couldn’t wipe the little smile from your face as you walked back into the bathroom, or while you took a shower, or after fixing your hair and doing your makeup, or after getting dressed.
And it only grew as you turned to the mirror, checking yourself.
It looked even better than you imagined!
And now you were ready, all you had to do was wait for him to get back… and for whatever today was going to bring.
…
It didn’t take long before Noah returned, hot and sweaty- slightly flushed from his run, his breathing still a little heavy, his hair messier now and damp, a light sheen of sweat on his skin that made him glow. God, how was he even real?
The second he saw you, he froze.
His brows lifted slightly, his eyes looking you up and down like he was trying to process what he was seeing. You assumed he was stunned by how pretty you looked… but his mouth told another story.
“You’re out of bed? It’s like… 9am.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“I know. I tried but I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Why?”
You shrugged, a little sheepish.
“I’m too excited.”
That answer hit him somewhere a little deeper than expected, and his face softened.
“Excited, huh?” He couldn’t help but smile.
You nodded, biting back a grin.
“I mean, obviously. We’re in Paris!”
He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t argue with that.
Then he stepped closer, but not in that teasing way he did last night. Then when he reached the edge of your bed where you were sitting, he reached out, brushing your hair out of your face, before leaning in just enough to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.
It caught you completely off guard, and your stomach felt warm and fuzzy. But then he slowly pulled back, but this time when he looked at you, he fully took you in. The outfit, the effort you put into getting ready, everything..
“You look…” He started, then paused, like he was choosing his words carefully. “Nice.” He eventually finished, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You raised a brow.
“Nice?”
“You want me to say more?” He smirked.
“Maybe.” You smirked back, looking up at him as he towered over you.
He stepped back just a little, giving you a once-over again, but slower this time.
“You look cute,” he corrected. “Happy?”
You tried not to smile, but of course you failed.
“Very.”
He shook his head, amused, before running a hand through his hair again.
“So,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water from the minibar. “What do you wanna do today?”
Your eyes lit up immediately.
“Okay,” you said, standing up from the bed, already buzzing again. “I was thinking… we could grab breakfast at a cafe, somewhere nice, then just… walk? Explore a bit? Maybe see the Eiffel Tower?”
He nodded with no hesitation.
“Okay, that sounds good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, of course.”
It was as simple as that. You were beginning to learn that with Noah, you got whatever you wanted. After all, that’s what this whole arrangement was about.
“Give me like… ten minutes?” He said. “I’ll shower and get changed, then we’ll go.”
You nodded your head, grinning unapologetically now.
…
The cafe Noah brought you to was only small, tucked away down a quiet street with little round tables spread out along the pavement. The morning sun was hitting just right, warm and golden, making everything feel softer and lighter, making you completely forget about just how overworked you were back at home.
After stepping inside, you barely had any time to take it in before Noah’s hand brushed lightly against your lower back as you followed him up to the counter.
“What do you want?” You asked, glancing up at the menu.
But he didn’t even look at it.
“I want you to go out and grab a table,” he said, already reaching for his wallet. “I’ve got this.”
You hesitated.
“Noah, I can-”
“I know you can.” He cut in gently, but his voice was just firm enough that it didn’t leave any room for argument. His hand pressed at your back again, steering you away this time. “Go sit. Before it gets busy.”
Your stomach fluttered a little at his tone, and you gave in easier than you should have.
“Okay.” You said, before turning and making your way outside.
You found a small table in the sun, sitting down and setting your bag down before glancing back inside through the window. You could see him at the counter, talking easily with the man at the counter, pointng out the pastries he wanted.
You bit your lip, trying not to smile too much as you watched him pull out his wallet.
Then, a few minutes later, Noah stepped out with a tray in his hands- not just two pastries and coffees, but a selection.
Your eyes widened slightly as he set it down in front of you- croissants, pains au chocolat, something with berries, something with cream… and then of course, your favourite coffee. Exactly how you liked it.
You looked up at him, a little stunned.
“Noah…”
He just shrugged, pulling the chair out and sitting across from you like this was nothing.
“Thought I’d get a few different things for you to try,” he said simply, pushing the tray slightly closer to you. “You’re in Paris after all.”
Your heart did that soft little ache again.
“But you didn’t have to get all this.” You said with a soft chuckle.
“I know,” he replied, the corner of his mouth tugging up slightly. “But I wanted to.”
There it was again. You glanced down at everything, then back up at him.
“Thank you.” You said softly.
He reached for his drink and leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you- not intensely or in a way that made you nervous, but attentive. Like he just liked seeing you with a smile on your face.
“C’mon, try the croissant,” he added with a little smirk as he reached for his one, “They make the best ones here.”
You laughed lightly as you reached for it.
“Yes, sir.”
Oh… that got a reaction.
There was a small pause, like he wondered if he heard you right, then a subtle shift in his expression. Still soft and a little amused, but something a little darker was in there too.
“Careful,” he said a little quieter this time. “You start saying things like that… I might start expecting it.”
Your cheeks immediately warmed, but you smiled anyway, breaking off a piece of the croissant.
“Maybe I don’t mind.”
His eyes held yours for a moment longer than necessary. Then he leaned forward slightly, reaching past you to move your cup where it sat too close to the edge of the table, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment.
“Mm,” he hummed. “I figured.”
You ended up trying a bit of everything. At first, you told yourself you’d just have a bite or two, make sure you at least taste everything, but be sensible about it, you didn't want to bloat yourself on breakfast before walking around the city… but that plan disappeared almost immediately.
The croissant was warm and flaky, the chocolate pastry soft and rich, the fruit one was light and sweet in a way that made you close your eyes for a second just to enjoy it.
“Okay…” you said, shaking your head. “I’m done.”
“There’s still half of that left.” He pointed out, nodding toward the tray. “It’s too good to leave.”
You gave him a look.
“Then you have it.”
He didn’t argue or hesitate. He reached over and pulled the tray a little closer to himself and finished off what you’d left behind like it was nothing. Like it didn’t feel weirdly intimate to share like that.
Your lips curved into a little smile as you watched him wipe his hands after.
“So,” you said after a moment, picking up your coffee again. “Are you gonna show me around?”
He glanced up at you, reaching for his cup before a little smirk tugged at his mouth.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
So the both of you walked side by side with no real plan, no real end destination, just letting Noah lead while you took everything in- buildings that were so pretty they looked like they belonged in a painting, cute little shops tucked in between restaurants, the sound of traffic mixing with soft conversation and the occasional laugh drifting past.
Every now and then, he’d point something out. Places he’d been before, stories about his friends, another cafe he liked, a view that was better at sunset.
It just felt so right, being here with him. At first you were a little nervous that you wouldn't fit into his world… but you did. And now you were worried you wouldn’t want to go back to your normal life.
By the time you reached the area near the Trocadero, it had gotten busier. There were people everywhere now, tourists, locals, men in suits in a hurry to rush across the road, cars weaving through the streets, the sound of it all picking up around you.
You slowed slightly as you approached a crossing, glancing both ways, a little overwhelmed by the sudden rush of movement. But then you felt Noah’s hand brushing against yours softly as he stepped into the small space in front of you. He didn’t turn around or look at you, he just held his hand out behind him, his fingers open in an almost expectant way- like a silent come here.
God, it was such a small thing, but it was enough to make you weak at the knees.
You didn’t even hesitate, you slid your hand into his like it belonged there. His fingers closed around yours, giving it a little squeeze as he guided you forward through the busy crossing without a word.
On the other side of the road, he didn’t let go straight away. He didn’t even acknowledge it, he just kept walking with your hand in his, and it felt so natural and normal…
You kept walking, a little slower now, and the moment you turned the corner you gasped. Because there it was, you could see it properly now, not through buildings or half hidden between streets…
The Eiffel Tower.
It was much taller than you expected, and it looked so real, in a way that the pictures you’ve seen have never quite captured. You accidentally let your hand slip from Noah’s as you slow your steps, making him turn his head.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, eyes wide as you tilted your head back to take it all in. “It’s massive!”
There was a pause beside you, and a very specific kind of one at that. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, and he was staring at the tower too, with his lips pressed together like he was holding something back. Probably some dirty joke, or a smirk- or both. Yeah, definitely both.
You let out a heavy sigh and turned to face him, your eyes lifting to watch his face closely.
“Go on then. Say it.”
“Say what?” He smirked properly now, his eyes playful as they met yours. “You sounded genuinely shocked by the size… it just made me think about other things that may be bigger than you expect.”
You audibly gasped, swatting his arm with your hand.
“Why are suddenly so… dirty minded?” You asked, glaring up at him, “You weren’t like this a few days ago.”
“Oh, you think this is new?” He asked, rather amused.
“It feels like it.” You said, raising an eyebrow.
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe…” he started, his voice dropping slightly, “I’m just getting comfortable with you.”
You swallowed, the edge of your attitude softening without you even meaning to.
“And when I get comfortable,” he added, “I stop filtering myself.”
“You don’t think that can get a little risky?” You teased.
“Mm,” he nodded, “But only if you can’t handle it.”
You let out a soft chuckle, trying to hold his gaze, trying not to react the way you were reacting.
“Who says I can’t?”
He just shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Guess I’ll find out.”
And then, like nothing had just happened, the two of you kept walking side by side. The teasing had faded away, replaced with something softer as he offered you his hand again when you came up to the next road. Then, before you knew it, you were overlooking the river. Here, the crowd had thinned out a little, and you were distracted by the water, watching the sunlight and how it hit the surface.
Then, without saying anything, you both stopped and stood there, taking it in. You leaned slightly against the railing, your fingers still laced with his, your gaze drifting over the river before flicking back to him.
“So,” you said softly, tilting your head. “When was the first time you actually came here?”
He glanced at the river, then up toward the tower again, like he was thinking hard.
“2017, I think,” he said after a moment. “I must’ve been… 21? 22?”
Your brows lifted slightly.
“Wow. That long ago?”
“Mhm.”
There was a small pause, then his face softened a little, his hand giving yours a quick squeeze again.
“It was nothing like this though,” he added, nodding slightly toward everything around you. “We had nothing back then.”
You turned your body a little more toward him, listening properly now.
“No money for hotels,” he continued, a quiet huff of a laugh escaping him. “We were sleeping in the van or staying in hostels if we had the money, playing shows off like… no sleep, running on energy drinks and whatever we could get our hands on.”
“Oh wow, that must’ve been rough.”
“It was,” he admitted. “But…” he shrugged slightly, eyes still on the water, “Back then, I thought it couldn’t get much better than that.”
Your brows drew together.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. “We were chasing it. That was the best part. Back when we had nothing to lose.”
That sat with you for a second, imagining that version of him back then, compared to the man you knew now.
“And now?” You asked quietly.
“Now... I’ve got everything I ever wanted,” he said. But then he paused for a second, “Almost.”
You frowned slightly.
“Almost? What more could you want?” You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “A private jet?”
That got a little laugh out of him, short but genuine.
“Yeah,” he shook his head. “Something like that.”
But he didn’t elaborate, and didn’t answer properly, instead he pushed himself off the railing, glancing down the street behind you.
“We’ll save that conversation for another day,” he added lightly, like he was closing the topic on purpose. You narrowed your eyes slightly, but before you could push, he tilted his head, inhaling slightly. “…You smell that?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Crepes,” he said simply, already turning slightly, his hand tightening around yours again. “And yeah, now I’m hungry.”
You laughed softly, letting him pull you away from the railing.
“Already?” You teased.
He glanced back at you, a small smirk returning.
“Hey, walking around Paris burns calories. I’m being responsible.”
“Of course you are.”
“Mm.”
…
The whole afternoon was lovely. You shared a crepe, stopped for lunch in a nice little cafe, then kept wandering until your feet were tired. That’s when Noah ordered an uber to take you both back to the hotel so you could have a nap before getting ready for dinner- which Noah was being oddly secretive about.
He wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you, he just asked if you got motion sickness, then told you that you should dress fancy. So you told him you’d think about it while you had a rest.
So when you got into the room, you changed into some comfy clothes and laid down on your bed… but the moment you hit the mattress, you couldn’t get comfortable. You tossed and turned, tugged the covers higher, pushed them back down again, flipped the pillows over again and again. But something still felt wrong. The pillows felt too soft, or maybe too flat… you couldn’t even tell anymore.
At this point there’d be no point having a pre-dinner nap, so with a huff you rolled back onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. And it must’ve caught Noah’s attention, because he turned his head, watching you from his own bed, where he was sitting with his phone in his hand.
“…You good?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You let out a groan, turning onto your side to face him properly.
“I would be, if I could get comfortable.”
He raised a brow slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” you huffed, reaching up to pat the pillow. “It just feels… off.”
“The pillow?” He asked.
You nodded, a little frown still on your face.
“Yeah.”
He paused for a moment before speaking again.
“You want a different one?”
You nodded again, softer this time, a little more tired now.
“Please.”
You expected him to reach behind him and toss you one from his bed- but instead, he stood up. He crossed the space between your beds, and before you could even process what was happening, he climbed in beside you.
“Noah-”
“Shh,” he hushed quietly, already adjusting himself, one arm sliding behind your head as he shuffled closer.
And then he moved you. He was gentle and careful as he guided you closer, until your head settled against his chest instead of the pillow. Your words, along with every thought in your head, completely disappeared.
His arm rested around you, not tight or restrictive, just holding you gently, and his hand settled against your arm.
“Better?” He asked quietly.
You adjusted yourself a little, until you were comfortable. You could hear his heart beating gently beneath your ear, you could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, along with the warmth that always radiated from him…
“Yeah…” you said softly, your eyes already starting to fall shut, “Much better.”
You felt the vibration through his chest as he let out a soft breath that might’ve been a laugh.
“Good,” he smiled, “I’ll wake you in a couple hours, yeah?”
You nodded against his chest, feeling yourself only relax further and further, until it was impossible to stay awake.
…
Noah’s hand brushed along your arm first, then your shoulder, his voice quiet and warm as it pulled you out of sleep slowly, until your eyes finally opened and you realised where you were- on him, still tucked into his side like you hadn’t moved at all.
“There she is.” He whispered softly.
You blinked up at him, still half asleep, your cheek pressed to his chest.
“…Don’t wanna move.” You grumbled.
That got a little laugh out of him, his hand brushing over your arm again.
“I know,” he said, softer this time, “But we’ve got just over an hour before we need to leave.”
You groaned quietly, moving just enough to tilt your head back and look at him properly, your hair a mess, your eyes still heavy.
“Fine.” You sighed.
Reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, the loss of warmth very much noticeable, your hand dragging slightly against his chest, then his stomach as you moved away.
He watched you for a second, then sat up too, stretching slightly before glancing at the time again.
“I’ll try to be quick,” you said, grabbing your things. “Don’t leave without me.”
“I’ll try not to.” He smirked.
You walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You quickly freshened up and then touched up your makeup. You were surprised it hadn’t messed up too much while you were asleep- your setting spray must’ve been better than you thought.
Once that was done, you took a look at your dress. One of the ones you bought in the store with him before leaving yesterday. You smiled as you slipped it off the hanger, unzipped the back, and pulled it on slowly. You struggled with the zip for a moment, but then you got it, tugging it up before adjusting the straps. You turned in the big bathroom mirror, checking every angle with a grin on your face before you moved onto fixing your hair.
Then once you were done, you grabbed everything- your clothes and your makeup bag- and stepped back out.
And the moment you looked up, your breath caught.
Because Noah was standing near the end of his bed, his head tilted down as he fastened his belt, his hair falling into his eyes. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt, the top buttons undone just enough for his chain to catch the light.
For a moment, your brain stalled. Even more so because he hadn’t noticed you yet, too focused on doing his belt up. So you just stood there, taking him in.
The trousers fit perfectly. You had to bite your lip when you caught yourself looking at his ass for a little longer than necessary. And the way his sleeves were pushed up a little, letting his tattoos peek through, was probably one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen with your own eyes.
But then he looked up, catching you staring, and a slow smirk spread across his face immediately.
“…Something you wanna say?” He asked, voice low, a little deeper than he usually spoke.
You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tried and failed to play it off.
“No.” You said, a little too quickly.
“Mhm.” He hummed, still not looking away.
Didn’t stop what he was doing either, he adjusted his belt slightly, his gaze still on you the entire time like he knew exactly what he was doing to you… and yourstomach did a silly flip.
“Okay, fine,” you folded your arms over your chest. “You look good… really good.”
That stupid smirk on his face softened just a little, and he went quiet. Because he was finally taking a good look at you.
And whatever he was about to say caught in his throat for a second, because he stuttered, before trying again.
“You look…” he started, then exhaled slightly, like he’d decided not to overthink it. “You look beautiful.”
There was nothing you could do to stop the smile spreading across your face.
“Thanks.” You said a little shyly, before reaching for your heels and deciding to change the conversation, “When are we leaving?”
“Uh…” he quickly checked his phone, “Whenever you’re ready. The cars waiting outside.”
You nodded your head, slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and then you were on your way.
…
The car ride wasn’t too long, or it wouldn’t have been long if it wasn’t for the Paris traffic, but on the journey you were still desperately trying to piece together where exactly he was taking you.
Everyhting looked familiar at least, you knew this was where you were earlier- and then before you knew it, the river came into view, and the car started to slow. The glow of lights reflecting off the water looked so pretty this time of day, and it caught your attention- so much that you didn’t realise this was where you were stopping.
Your brows pulled together in confusion.
“…Wait,” you said, turning to him, “We’re not-”
“Yep.” Noah said simply. “Look, you see that one there,” he pointed out a boat, “That’s where we’re going.”
You stared at him.
“Noah,” you laughed under your breath, a mix of disbelief and nerves creeping in, “How are we supposed to have dinner on a boat? Won’t it all go overboard?”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, because we’ll be inside. And it’s not exactly a tiny boat, you’ll realise that when we get closer,” he said, nodding towards it again. “It does a tour along the Seine. It’s nice. You’ll like it, I promise.”
You glanced back at it again, properly this time.
And… okay. It wasn’t what you imagined, but it looked really nice. It was elegant, softly lit, and there were people lined up not too far from it wearing nice dresses and suits…
Still, you were a little unsure.
“You’re sure I’m not gonna end up clinging to a table for dear life?” You raised an eyebrow as he opened the door for you.
That earned you a quiet, amused huff.
“You’ll be fine.” He said, holding his hand out to you.
You hesitated for a second, giving him a look… but then you took his hand anyway, and stepped out.
It was a little walk from where the car dropped you off to where you lined up for the boat, and you held his hand the whole way there.
Then the moment you stepped on, you braced yourself slightly… before realising you worried for absolutely nothing. This was beautiful.
The lighting was rather dim inside, and there were already people sat around chattering quietly, it almost reminded you of your first date with Noah.
A host greeted you almost immediately, and Noah gave his name like he was someone special- which apparently he was, because there was a table especially reserved for him, unlike everyone else. You followed as you were led through the space, glancing around, taking everything in- the tables, the view, the people-
And then you noticed something. Everyone here, you were certain, were couples.
Before you had too much time to think about it, you stopped at your table. And it was perfect.
It was positioned just right- close enough to the windows to see everything clearly, the river reflecting the lights beside you, but not right up against it- which would’ve made you feel a little sick if you had to sit right next to the water.
Noah pulled out the chair for you, and you sat down slowly, your fingers brushing the table as you took it in, your chest tightening just a little as it all sank in.
“Noah…” You whispered.
He glanced at you as he sat opposite, adjusting his sleeves slightly.
“Yeah?”
Your eyes darted around the room again, slower this time.
“You realise everyone here is a couple… right?”
The words came out quieter than you meant them to.
And when you looked back over at him, he was looking around, taking it all in the way you had, and then he looked back at you, one brow lifting slightly like he didn’t quite see the issue.
“What?” he asked, almost amused. “Is that a problem?”
“I mean… no, I just feel a little out of place, don’t you?”
His lips curved into a tiny smirk, a playful look slowly spreading across his face.
“We could always pretend, if that makes you feel better.”
You blinked at him, caught slightly off guard, but you couldn’t help the smile that followed.
“Pretend?” You repeated, leaning forward a little now, resting your elbow on the table as you looked at him properly. “And how exactly would we do that?”
He shrugged, completely unbothered, like this was the easiest, most normal solution in the world.
“We just make it up,” he said simply. “How long have we been together?”
You paused for a moment, then tilted your head, already slipping into the act without even realising.
“Two years.” You decided, a little more confidently than you expected.
He nodded his head like that made perfect sense, like he was already committing to it.
“Okay, two years,” he leaned back slightly in his chair. “And we’re here tonight for… what?”
You smiled, the idea building now, making your tummy feel warm and a little tingly.
“Our anniversary.” You said, and that got a soft chuckle out of him.
“Right,” he nodded. “Anniversary dinner in Paris. Am I boyfriend of the year or what?”
You bit back a grin, leaning in just a little more, your voice dropping as you grinned, like you were letting him in on a secret.
“But you were actually planning to propose to me tonight.”
His brows lifted slightly.
“Oh yeah?”
You nodded, completely committed to the story now.
“Mhm, you had it all planned out perfectly” you said, watching his reaction carefully, “Only to realise you left the ring back at home because you’re an idiot.”
For a brief moment he was silent, raising an eyebrow at you before he let out a little disbelieving laugh, shaking his head.
“Hey,” he said, pointing gently at you across the table, “That’s not on me. We left suddenly, remember? This whole trip was last minute. An anniversary surprise.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” You shot back, trying to keep a straight face.
“You were the one rushing me to leave, you didn’t even give me time to make sure I packed everything.” He countered surprisingly easily, like he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
You shook your head, laughing softly, your fingers brushing against his as they rested on the table between you.
“Unbelievable,” you tutted. “Two years together and you can’t even keep track of the most important part of the trip.”
“Mm,” he hummed, his hand turning slightly so his fingers could properly catch yours. “This is another part of our relationship- we have stupid arguments, but I always find a way to make it up to you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, though your smile gave you away.
“Oh yeah? And how do you do that then?”
He leaned in just a little, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.
“You’ll find out later. I’ll make it impossible to stay mad at me.”
The words went straight to your head, making you feel dizzy. You tried to play it off, rolling your eyes, but your fingers tightened around his without you meaning to.
“You’re very confident, y’know.” You smirked.
“You love my confidence, baby, don’t lie. That’s why we’ve lasted two years so far.” He couldn’t help but grin, noticing just what this was doing to you.
You shook your head, laughing softly, but you didn’t pull your hand away, or break the act.
It wasn’t long until the boat started to move, and dinner began. You weren’t sure what to get, not really understanding what anything on the menu meant- even in English- so you and Noah both ordered something different, and he told you if you didn’t like what you got then the two of you would just swap.
But when the plates arrived, you didn’t want to swap. The presentation was so pretty, you almost didn’t want to touch it, then you glanced up at him with a small smile.
“What did you get again?” You asked, leaning forward slightly.
He turned his plate just enough for you to see.
“Try it.” He said, like it wasn’t even a question.
You leaned ever so slightly across the table, your hand steadying lightly near his as you took a small bite off his fork, your brows lifting almost immediately.
“Oh, that’s good.” You nodded, clearly impressed, then you offered some of yours to him. “Your turn.”
He raised a brow, but leaned in anyway, taking a bite, his face changing slightly as he chewed.
“…Okay,” he admitted after a second, “Yours is better.”
You smiled, pleased with yourself, and for a while it just stayed like that- comfortable, quiet conversation, listening to his stories, him asking for another bottle of wine for the table.
It felt so natural, even more natural than any of your past relationships. But you couldn’t let yourself think about that for too long. You didn't want this to become complicated.
You were halfway through telling Noah a story when a gentle voice interrupted from beside you.
“Sorry to interrupt…”
You both turned slightly, it was an older lady sitting at the table next to yours, her expression warm and kind, her eyes settling on you first.
“I just wanted to say,” she continued softly, “Your dress is absolutely beautiful.”
You blinked, a little caught off guard by the compliment.
“Oh- thank you.” You said quickly, your hand instinctively adjusting one of the straps on your shoulder as a little genuine smile spread across your face.
She smiled wider, clearly pleased.
“And you two,” she added, glancing between you and Noah, “Make such a lovely couple.”
Your heart fluttered, and before you could say anything, Noah was already in the act, like he didn’t even need to think.
“Thank you.” He said happily, his tone warm, his hand moving almost absentmindedly back toward yours over the table.
The woman tilted her head curiously.
“How long have you been together?”
“Two years.” You said with no hesitation, and Noah nodded as if he was confirming it.
“It’s our anniversary tonight.” He added, his thumb brushing against your hand.
The woman’s smile softened even more.
“How exciting!” She beamed, “Are you having a nice time?”
You let out a small breath of a laugh.
“Yeah… yeah, I am.”
“And have you been to Paris before?” She asked, “This is my first time, isn’t it lovely!”
“It’s my first time too,” you said with a smile, before turning to Noah, “He’s been here…”
“A handful of times.” Noah finished.
She looked delighted.
“Oh, how lovely! And you came specifically for your anniversary?” She asked, looking at Noah now.
He nodded, a soft smile on his lips.
“The city of love… it seemed like the right place.”
Your stomach flipped again, and the woman nodded approvingly, clearly charmed.
“Well, you both look very happy.”
For a second you just looked at each other, yet neither of you spoke. Because you were. You both were.
“We are.” You said softly with an almost shy smile.
She gave you one last warm smile before turning back to her own table. Then you looked down at your hand, still resting with his, your fingers curled against his skin.
“I think we were pretty convincing.” You said, smiling as you looked up at him.
Noah’s thumb brushed slowly across your hand again.
“Oh definitely.” He said, his voice soft, but still a little playful.
After that, it all settled again. You finished what you could on your plate, and then desert was served. And after that, you turned to look out the window, completely forgetting this was also a tour of the river.
Outside, the city looked beautiful. It was all lit by soft golden lights… and so was the Eiffel Tower.
Wow. It looked even better at night.
And then slowly, tiny lights began to flicker across it. Just a few at first… then the whole thing began to sparkle in the dark sky, and you couldn’t help but gasp.
“Oh my god…” You whispered to yourself.
You didn’t notice it at first, but Noah wasn’t looking at the tower at all. His eyes were fully on you, watching the way your eyes lit up, the way your expression completely softened in awe.
“It does that every hour at night.” He said quietly, like he didn’t want to break the moment for you.
You glanced back over at him.
“Every hour?” You asked, your voice just as quiet.
“Mhm.”
You turned back to the window, resting your elbow lightly against the table, your chin brushing your knuckles as you kept watching.
“It’s so pretty.” You almost whispered.
Then there was a small pause, Noah was silent for a moment before simply just saying,
“Yeah, it is.” But you knew he wasn’t talking about the tower.
You swallowed, then slowly turned your head back towards him, and your eyes met again. And for a moment, neither of you spoke.
And in that moment, you knew this was more than what he was making it out to be. So you reached for your glass, taking a sip of your wine, and your foot accidently brushed his under the table.
At first it was a mistake, just a soft tap of the tip of your toes against his leg… but when you noticed he didn’t move away, you dragged it up ever so slightly, a little teasing smile on your face as you lifted your gaze to meet his.
And of course, he was already looking at you. A playful smirk on his lips as his finger traced the base of his own glass.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
You tilted your head innocently, though the glint in your eyes gave you away instantly.
“Am I?” You asked softly, taking another slow sip of your wine.
“You tell me.”
But he didn’t move, he didn’t pull away or stop you.
“We’re just pretending, remember?” You said, though you didn’t sound very convincing.
“Mhm sure,” he hummed, not breaking eye contact, “That’s what this is?”
Your foot traced up his leg a little again, but slower this time. And you didn’t answer him, because if you were being honest, you didn’t really know anymore. And judging by the way he was looking at you in this moment, neither did he.
“You’re not stopping me.” You pointed out quietly as you held his gaze, and you noticed something changed in the way he was looking at you. Like his eyes darkened ever so slightly.
“No.” He said quietly, making your heart skip a beat.
It was like the air between you became heavier, like you couldn’t possibly play it off and joke about it anymore.
Fuck, you felt light headed, and it definitely wasn’t because of the wine.
You thought you better say something again, anything really, but when your lips parted nothing came out.
Because what could you possibly say?
So instead, you set your glass down carefully with a soft sigh.
“Noah…” You started, your voice dropping a little quieter again.
He didn’t look away or interrupt, he just watched you, waiting for what you were going to say… and that was enough to fluster you. So you hesitated, letting out the smallest breath of a laugh, shaking your head.
“This isn’t…” you trailed off, chewing on your lip for a second before forcing yourself to say it, to say what you were both thinking, “This isn’t very pretend of us. Is it?”
“I know.” He said simply.
You felt your heart start to beat just a little faster, your tummy doing backflips as he slowly slid his hand across the table, until it was in between you both, then he turned it over, his palm open like an invitation.
You looked at it for a moment before sliding your hand into his, and your heart fluttered as his fingers closed around yours.
But then the boat came to a stop, and the lights brightened a little. The staff bustled about, preparing for the guests to disembark, and you felt like you were slowly being pulled back into reality.
But you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay right here, on this night, with him forever.
“…We have to go, don’t we?” You asked, glancing up at Noah.
He gave you a slow nod.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “C’mon.”
He didn’t let go of your hand as he stood, and you followed. You reached for your little clutch bag, and the both of you carefully stepped off the boat.
And then the cold hit you immediately.
It hit your bare arms, sharp and sudden after the warmth inside, and you let out a small, involuntary shiver, your arms wrapping around yourself.
“Holy shit it’s cold.” You laughed under your breath, rubbing your arms.
Before you even knew it, Noah was shrugging off his jacket- since he did seem to be the more sensible one out of the two of you. He stepped closer without a word, draping it over your shoulders before pulling it closed at the front.
And it swallowed you completely.
The sleeves fell past your hands, the fabric already warm from his body, and it smelled like him… but you couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out as you looked down at yourself.
“I look like I’m playing dress up.” You giggled.
That made his lips curve into a smile, his eyes dragging over you, making your stomach flutter.
“No, you look cute.” He said, like it was obvious.
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away as you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, leaning just a little closer to him as you started to walk.
Oh fuck. You forgot about the steps.
It wasn’t too bad earlier, but after a couple glasses of wine, and feeling giddy off Noah’s company, you reached for his arm, your hand tightening around his bicep as he helped you balance.
“Careful.” He said quietly as you wobbled, stopping on the step above you to wait for you, before his hand came to rest carefully at your waist, steadying you as you walked.
“I’m fine.” You insisted, though you didn’t let go of him. You didn’t want to either.
By the time you finally reached the top, you were practically tucked into his side, his jacket wrapped around you, your hand still hooked around his arm.
The city felt quieter now, even with the sound of traffic and distant chatter. Everything just felt different here, and even though it was still just the first day, you already knew you didn’t want to leave.
Noah patted down his pockets, looking for his phone, before remembering it was in his jacket pocket. He quickly asked you to spin for him so he could grab it, so he could sort the car to come pick you up.
You stayed close while you waited, leaning into him as another breeze hit, and this time his arm wrapped tighter around your shoulders, pulling you into him properly.
“Still cold?” He asked, glancing down at you.
“A little.” You nodded, your voice softer now, your cheek brushing slightly against his arm as you looked out at the street.
But thankfully it wasn’t long before the car pulled up, and he guided you toward it, his hand still resting at your back as he opened the door for you. You climbed in first, still wrapped in his jacket, still warm from him, and as he followed in after you, the door shutting behind him, the quiet settled in again.
You rested your head on his shoulder as the car began to move, but after a while you looked up at him, noticing how he was glancing out the window.
“…Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly.
He glanced down at you, his expression gentler now, the teasing completely gone for a second.
“For what?”
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you sounded stupid. He told you time and time again not to thank him.
But then you just smiled.
“For tonight. It’s been really nice.”
His gaze held yours for a moment, before nodding his head just once.
“It has.”
…
By the time the car finally pulled up to the hotel, you didn’t want to move. You were comfy here, and you enjoyed watching the city lights pass outside the window.
But it was getting late now. Noah probably wanted you both to have an early night again. So you lifted your head slightly as the driver came to a stop, blinking as you adjusted to the bright lights, and Noah’s hand slid from your thigh- where it had been resting for the last five minutes- as he reached for the door.
“C’mon, princess.” He teased, holding his hand out for you as you stepped out of the car, the cold air suddenly hitting you again
You pulled the jacket tighter around yourself as Noah thanked the driver, then turned back to you.
“Let’s get you warm, yeah?”
You nodded, your hand finding his as he guided you inside, and the warmth wrapped around you the moment you both stepped through the doors. But for some reason, you were still shivering.
He noticed while you were standing waiting for the elevator, and his hand came up to your arm, pulling you in closer as he rubbed up and down gently, like he was trying to warm you up properly.
“Jesus, you’re freezing.” He chuckled as you both stepped in to the elevator, not pulling away for a second.
You laughed softly, your hand coming up to catch his wrist as he rubbed warmth back into your skin.
“I’m okay.” You insisted, though you leaned into it anyway.
And as the doors closed, you realised just how close you two were.
Your eyes lifted, and his dropped to meet yours. And you knew you both felt it, how little space there was between you. How his hand hadn’t moved away, if anything, he was only pulling you in closer.
Then, for a second, his gaze dropped to your lips.
Your breathing slowed, along with the world around you… and carefully, he leaned in.
He gave you time to pull back, to stop him. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the space.
Your lips met his in a soft kiss that lasted barely a second, but oh it felt like so much more. It was warm and gentle, and it felt so real.
You turned to face him properly now, and your hands found his shoulders to pull him down to your height, your fingers resting there as you leaned in first this time, kissing him again.
But this one lasted a little longer, and even as the elevator came to a stop on your floor, neither of you pulled away. Instead, the kiss deepened, and somehow- without breaking it- Noah guided you forward, his hands on your waist as he gently tugged you out into the hallway.
You stumbled a little, giggling softly against his mouth, but it still didn’t stop either of you.
Your arms wrapped around his neck loosely as he walked you backwards down the hall, like he knew exactly where he was going even though neither of you were paying attention to anything except each other.
But then he came to a stop outside the room, your back brushing the door as he reached into his pocket for the key card. There was a soft click, then the door pushed open behind you. And still, neither of you broke the kiss.
He guided you inside, one hand at your waist, the other reaching behind him to shut the door, the quiet thud echoing in the room as you both finally paused for a second, pulling back just enough to catch your breath
Your foreheads nearly brushed, your breath mingling, your fingers still gripping onto him like you didn’t want to let go.
But then he pulled back fully- or just enough so he could slip his jacket off of your shoulders. The fabric slid down your arms before falling to the floor, suddenly leaving you feeling more exposed.
He looked at you for a moment, like he was taking you in… then he leaned in again, but this time his lips found your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine, and a wave of heat between your thighs. Your head tipped back as your hands slid up to his shoulders, one of them stayed there, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt, the other found his hair, and gave a gentle tug.
“Noah…” You breathed, barely louder than a whisper.
For a second his lips lingered there, pressing one last gentle kiss before he pulled back just
And this time there was no question in it. This wasn’t him teasing, or pretending. His fingers laced with yours gently, then he took a step back, guiding you with him towards his bed. He moved slowly, like he was giving you the chance to stop, to say no, to pull away. But you didn’t.
You followed, and as he sat down on the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs, and then his hands slid to your waist as he looked up at you.
God, one moment you were like this, and the next he was pulling you towards him. He moved too as he pulled you down, so he was sitting against the headboard, then you let out a small breath of surprise as your balance shifted, your hands finding his shoulders again as he guided you down, settling you into his lap like you belonged here.
Your knees rested on either side of him, the soft mattress dipping slightly beneath you, and for a second you just looked at him… his hair a little messy from where you had ran your fingers through it just now, the way his lips had traces of your lipstick, and his eyes were darker now, focused entirely on you.
A shy smile tugged on your lips as his hands tightened his hold on your waist just enough to steady you… then he kissed you again.
But this time, it wasn’t so soft. It was hungrier, needier. Your fingers slid up into his hair, your body pressed into his, and he responded instantly, one big hand moving from your waist up along your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His thumb brushed your side as the kiss deepened, and you could feel his chest rising and falling beneath your hands, how his breathing was becoming heavier, and mixed with the anticipation of whatever this was going to be, it just made your heart race.
Noah then pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours again. His hands came back to your waist, like he wasn’t sure where to keep them. And for a long moment, he simply just looked at you like this, taking in every detail- the flush on your cheeks, the way the soft lamp light caught on your skin, the nervous yet eager way you were watching him.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, almost like he couldn’t help himself, like he couldn’t quite believe it.
His fingers traced up your sides, soft and gently, until they reached the zipper at the back of your dress. He paused there, his fingertips lingering on the metal tab...
“Can I?” He asked softly, eyes searching yours. “I want to see you.”
You nodded, barely able to speak.
“Yes.”
Noah’s breath hitched. He kept his gaze on your face as he slowly dragged the zipper down, the soft sound of it filling the quiet room. The silk loosened around your upper body, the straps slipping from your shoulders on their own. He helped them the rest of the way, gently sliding the fabric down your arms.
Then the front of the dress fell away, pooling at your waist.
Your bare breasts were suddenly exposed to him, rising and falling with your quick breaths. Your nipples had already tightened in the cool air of the room- or was it from his touch?
You noticed that Noah went very still. For a few long seconds, he just stared. His lips parted, eyes wide with both awe and hunger. His hands hovered near your waist like he was afraid to touch you too soon.
“God…” He breathed, almost in disbelief. “Look at you.”
He swallowed hard, his gaze tracing every curve, the soft swell of your tits, the way they sat on your chest, the gentle rise and fall with each breath.
“They’re perfect,” he whispered. His voice was quieter now, almost stunned. “So soft… so pretty.”
He slid one hand slowly up your body, hesitating just inches away from your left breast.
“Can I touch you?” He asked, voice husky but gentle. “Please?”
You nodded quickly, your own breath shaky, and you tried not to sound too eager.
“Yes…”
The moment his big, warm palm cupped your breast, you both let out a little sound. His hand was large enough that it nearly covered you completely, his thumb brushing tenderly over your nipple. He groaned quietly, eyes fluttering half shut as he felt the weight and softness of you in his hand.
“Fuck… they feel even better than they look.” He whispered, without even realising the words had left his mouth. He squeezed gently, watching the way your soft flesh spilled slightly between his fingers, the way his palm was so large that it nearly swallowed you whole.
He leaned in and pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss to the top of your breast, then another lower, until his lips brushed your nipple. He looked up at you, his eyes dark but still so careful.
“Is this okay?” He whispered against your skin.
You nodded again, fingers threading into his hair.
“Yes… please.”
Noah let out a relieved, hungry sound and took your nipple into his mouth, slow and gentle at first, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he sucked softly. He brought his other hand up, cupping the right breast as well, kneading and caressing, learning the weight and the shape of you with his hands.
Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing your wet nipple.
“I could spend hours on these,” he said. “They’re so fucking perfect. So soft… so sensitive…”
He then switched sides, giving your other breast the same worshipful attention with his mouth while his hand continued to explore the first.
At this point, you were trembling in his lap, soft moans slipping from your lips as he learned exactly how you liked to be touched- what pressure made you arch, what made you whimper, what made your fingers tighten in his hair.
And it was clear Noah was in no rush. You could already tell he was going to take his time tonight, to learn every single inch of you.
So you wanted to return the favour, to learn him, to touch him, and you reached for his belt, your hands slipping between your bodies, desperate to feel more of him.
But Noah caught your wrists gently but firmly before you could undo it.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice low and strained. “I’m not rushing this.”
He brought your hands up and pressed them against the headboard above you, like a silent way of telling you to keep them there. Then he leaned in and kissed you again, deep and slow and hungry… before his mouth moved lower again.
He kissed down your neck, your collarbone, and finally back to your breasts. This time he took his time, sucking one nipple into his mouth with a low groan, tongue swirling around the hardened nipple while his hand continued to paw at the other. The warm, wet heat of his mouth made your back arch, pushing your chest further into his face.
After a moment, Noah pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny, his eyes dark with restraint.
“Lay back for me, baby.” He whispered.
You slowly leaned backwards, sliding off his lap until your back met the cool sheets. Noah followed, crawling over you, his tall, broad frame caging you in. He hooked his fingers into the silk pooled at your waist and tugged it down your hips, letting the dress finally slip off completely and tossed it to the floor.
Now you were completely bare beneath him- or almost.
His gaze dragged slowly down your body… your soft breasts, your tummy, your thighs, and the little damp patch on your underwear. He let out a shaky breath, like the sight had stolen the air from his lungs.
“God… you’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered.
He kissed down your chest again, spending some more time on your tits- which you could already tell may be his favourite part of you- sucking, licking, gently biting until your nipples were stiff and sensitive. Then he moved lower, lips brushing over your belly, kissing every inch like he just wanted to worship you.
When he reached the waistband of your underwear, he paused. He pressed slow, open mouthed kisses along the edge of the lace, teasing you, making you squirm beneath him. His breath was hot against your skin as he moved lower, kissing right over your clothed clit.
You gasped, your hips already wriggling, but Noah’s hands were already there to hold you down. Then he looked up at you again, his eyes still dark and hungry, but still gentle.
“You’re okay with this?” He asked softly, voice rough with need. His hand came up to cup you gently over the lace, palm warm and broad against your soaked pussy. “Tell me, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
You nodded quickly, your breath shaky as you forced the words out.
“Yes… please.”
He let out a low, relieved sound and kissed your clit again through the fabric, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down your thighs, tossing them aside.
Now you were completely naked beneath him.
Noah took a moment just to look at you- his eyes tracing every part of you, every inch of skin he’d been dying to see. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin near your pussy but not quite touching where you needed him most.
He leaned down and pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss right over your clit, then looked up at you again.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered against you. “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
You nodded your head, already slightly trembling.
“Noah…”
Immediately, he stopped, and lifted his head to look at you.
“Yeah?”
“Could you maybe go slow?… Nobody’s ever done this for me before.” You admitted, almost embarrassed.
You watched as Noah’s expression changed into something warm and almost pitying. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, and then the other, before settling back down between your legs.
“Oh sweet girl,” he pouted, “You never had anyone eat this pretty pussy before? That’s such a shame.”
He moved slowly, using his thumbs to gently part your lips, leaving you completely exposed.
“Poor baby, look at you…” he cooed, leaning in to press the softest kiss right on your clit. “Your pussy’s been waiting so long for someone who knows what to do with you, hasn’t it?”
You whimpered, your hips already lifting, trying to meet his mouth again.
But Noah just smiled, then dragged his tongue in one slow, broad stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit. The wet heat of his mouth made you dizzy in an instant.
Pleased with the noises you were making, he licked again, but slower this time, like he was trying to memorise you with his mouth. Then when he reached your clit again, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it softly into his mouth.
You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripping the sheets, which then made Noah hum in approval, and the vibration of it travelled straight through you.
“There we go,” he whispered against your clit. “That’s what this pretty pussy needed, isn’t it? Someone who actually knows how to take care of it.”
You were so wet that he could easily slide two long fingers into you, gently curling them while his tongue continued its perfect lazy circles on your clit.
He was so good at this it was almost worrying, and he was so patient, so attentive, like he wanted to take his time to learn just what you liked.
“You feel that?” He asked, curling his fingers again. “Right there? That’s where you like it, hm? Poor thing… no one’s ever found that spot before, have they?”
You were already trembling, soft whimpers and gasps falling from your lips as he worked you open with his fingers and mouth. He was so patient and focused as he licked, sucked and stroked- like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.
Then after a moment, he pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny with your slick.
“You’re getting close, huh?” He smirked, his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit for a moment, “I can’t believe nobody’s ever taken their time with you like this… your pretty clit is so sensitive, isn’t it?”
He sucked your clit into his mouth again, gentler this time, while his finger kept stroking that perfect spot inside you. And you were right there, right on the edge. Your hips rolled against his face, one hand tangling into his soft hair as moans spilled from your lips.
And just like that, he pulled away.
You whimpered in frustration, trying to chase his mouth while his fingers stilled inside you.
“Noah please…”
“Shhh,” he soothed, pressing the softest most gentle kiss to your clit. “Not yet, sweet girl. You’re doing so well… but I’m not ready for you to cum just yet. I want to enjoy you a little longer.”
He kept you there, right on the edge. Every time you got close, he pulled back just enough to let the pleasure fade, only to build it up again, and by the second time he edged you, your thighs were shaking, tears pricking at your eyes.
“Noah,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I can’t keep- I need to-”
He looked up at you, lips glistening, eyes soft with mock pity.
“Oh, you’ve never been edged before either, have you, princess?”
He leaned in again, mouth hovering just above your clit.
“Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you need to cum on my tongue.”
“Please, Noah,” you whimpered almost instantly, “Please… I can’t take it anymore.”
He pulled back a little to kiss up the inside of your thigh, softly and almost tenderly, and at the same time he carefully pulled his fingers out of you, despite the way your walls were clenching, begging them to stay.
“Mm, you see, that’s not my name, baby,” he said, his voice dark and low and teasing, “You called me something else earlier… remember?”
Your mind was foggy, but the memory came back- the way you had jokingly said it during breakfast…
You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning with both embarrassment and arousal.
“Please… please, sir.” You whispered, voice shaky and shy.
Noah’s eyes darkened instantly. A slow, pleased smile spread across his face.
“There she is,” he cooed, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss right over your swollen clit. “My sweet, polite baby… begging so nicely for me. I always knew you'd be such a good girl for me.”
He slid his two fingers back inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while his tongue returned to your clit- but slower and more focused this time, like he was rewarding you.
You let out a broken moan, your back arching off the bed as he hooked your thighs over his broad shoulders.
“Please, sir… please,” you begged again, your fingers tightening in his hair. “I’ve been so good… please let me cum. I need it. I need it so bad-”
Noah groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your toes curl.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. He sucked your clit into his mouth again, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper and curling with every stroke. This time he didn’t pull back. He kept that perfect, delicious pace, pushing you right to the edge and then tipping you over it. “Cum for me, sweet girl,” he growled softly against your clit. “Show me how good you can be...”
A loud, broken cry tore from you, and you knew you were sure to get noise complaints from other guests in the hotel. But right now, you didn’t care. Your thighs clamped around his head, feeling yourself pulse around his fingers while he licked and stroked you through it… and he didn’t stop until you were trying to shove his head away, breathless and whimpering.
When he did pull pack, his lips and chin glistening with you, he kissed back up your body- your thighs, tummy, chest, until your lips met again. He then gathered you into his arms, cradling your naked, flushed, panting body against his fully clothed one.
He praised you between soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. Then he brushed your hair away from your face, looking at you properly, taking in the pink of your cheeks, the way you looked so dazed, the way your lips parted ever so slightly.
After a few moments, he carefully moved you higher on the bed, moving you so you were lying back against the plush pillows. He took his time arranging them behind your head and shoulders, fluffing them until you were perfectly comfortable.
“Better?” He asked softly, brushing your hair back from your flushed face.
You nodded, still a little dazed and blissed out, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
“You wanna stop, or-”
You shook your head immediately, feeling yourself come back to your body.
“No… you think I wanna stop after that?”
Noah chuckled as he shrugged.
“I didn’t want to be an asshole and just assume.”
Noah sat back on his knees between your spread thighs and reached for his belt. The quiet clink of the metal buckle made you bite your lip, and you just watched, completely mesmerised as he pulled the leather through the loops and set it aside. Only then did you notice the way the front of his trousers had tented obscenely- the thick outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric.
He noticed you staring and gave you a devilish, teasing smirk.
He pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs in one smooth motion, letting his cock spring free. You swallowed hard at the sight of it- thick and heavy and long, not too big that you couldn’t take it, but the most perfect, delicious size..
Before he could move again, you bit your lip harder, your eyes dragging slowly up his body as you suddenly got a wave of post-orgasm confidence.
“And lose the shirt too…” you said softly, “C’mon… lemme see it all.”
Noah let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by your cheekiness. He unbuttoned a couple more buttons of his shirt before grabbing it by the collar, and tugging it off over his head in one smooth motion… revealing himself fully to you for the first time.
Your breath caught. He was gorgeous. Big, broad shoulders, a strong, toned chest covered in tattoos, and as he moved and flexed, you could see his abs. The sharp v lines at his hips made your mouth water. God, you’ve never wanted someone so badly. Especially right now, with the way he looked so fucking hot, so powerful, and completely focused on you.
Noah tossed the shirt aside and crawled back over you, bracing himself on his forearms so his body hovered just above yours. The heat of his skin radiated against you, and you could feel the heavy weight of his cock resting against your soaked pussy.
He looked down at you, eyes dark with lust but still so gentle.
“You like what you see, baby?” He teased as he leaned down, his hair falling into his eyes as his lips brushed yours, “Happy now?”
You nodded, hands sliding up his toned chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the firmness of muscle underneath. Noah kissed you slowly, letting you explore his body with your hands while the thick head of his cock nudged against your entrance, just enough to tease without pushing in yet.
After a moment, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes properly again, his voice low and rough.
“You still want this?” He asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “We can stop whenever you need. I just want you to feel good.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
“I want you,” you whispered. “Please.”
Noah groaned softly and reached down between you, lining himself up. He rubbed the thick head of his cock slowly up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your swollen clit with every pass.
“Nice and slow, sweet girl,” he whispered against your lips. “Let me spoil my princess.”
He pressed forward, and the blunt head of his cock pushed against your entrance, stretching you open. You gasped sharply at the sheer size of him. You clearly underestimated him just now. He was thicker than anything you’d ever taken- which wasn't much of a surprise- and the pressure made your head spin. Noah immediately stilled when he felt the resistance, with only the head inside you. He dropped his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, clearly using every ounce of restraint he had.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he breathed, his voice strained. “You okay, baby? Talk to me.”
You nodded quickly, your nails (which he paid for) digging into his broad shoulders.
“It’s… big.” You whispered, a little overwhelmed.
“Oh, I know, sweet girl,” he cooed softly, kissing you tenderly. “Poor baby’s never had a cock this big before, huh? Just breathe for me… relax.”
He stayed perfectly still, only rocking the tiniest bit, letting you adjust to the stretch while he kissed you slow and deep. One of his hands slid down to your hip, holding you gently as he pushed in another inch.
You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of being stretched so full making you dizzy.
“That’s it,” he praised quietly. “Taking me so well already. Look at you… that’s my good girl.”
He worked himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, whispering soft, filthy praise against your lips the entire time.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so perfectly… so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Been waiting so long for me to stretch her open.”
When he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside you, he let out a deep, guttural groan and stayed there, letting you feel and squeeze arounf every inch of him. The fullness was overwhelming… but at the same time, you never wanted him to pull out.
Noah lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glossy and dazed with lust, his hair falling into his eyes, his chain necklace dangling from his neck.
“You feel that, baby?” he rasped. “Feel how deep I am? That’s all yours now... every inch.”
He slowly rolled his hips once, pressing right against that spot deep inside you, making you moan out loud again, your nails digging into his back.
Noah smiled against your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.
“That’s it, don’t be shy baby, lemme hear how good I’m making you feel.”
All you could do was let out a broken noise, and then he started moving, giving you long, slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive part of you. His body hovered over yours, muscles flexing with every thrust as he fucked you.
God, he was so good at this- not that you’d ever doubted him. But every thrust, every roll of his hips made your toes curl, and all you could do was lie there and take it all.
And fuck, it felt like you were in heaven.
But then something in his eyes changed… they became darker and hungrier.
He pulled your wrists up and pinned them above your head again with one large hand, holding them there firmly. His other hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider as he rolled his hips, hitting deeper this time, making you gasp sharply.
“Fuck… that’s better,” he growled, his voice dropping lower. “I want you right where I can use you properly.”
He started fucking you harder, still deep, but with more control and more power behind every thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as he drove into you. His grip on your wrists tightened, keeping you pinned beneath him while his other hand slid under your ass, tilting your hips up so he could sink even deeper. You watched in real time as his brain shut off, and he started thinking with his dick.
“God, listen to how wet you are,” he rasped, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “Taking my cock so well, sweet girl. This tight little pussy was made to be fucked by me.”
He leaned down and bit your neck, then soothed it with his tongue, all while pounding into you with slow, deep strokes. Every thrust made your soft tits bounce and pulled desperate moans from your throat.
Suddenly, without warning, Noah pulled out, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Before you could protest, he flipped you over onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.
He grabbed your hips and yanked them up, forcing you onto your knees with your chest still pressed to the mattress. The manhandling was effortless, his strength now on full display.
“Arch your back for me, princess.” He ordered, then one big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further as the other gripped your hip.
He lined himself up and thrust back in. Hard.
You moaned loudly into the pillow as he filled you again in one smooth stroke. This angle was even deeper and felt even better. Noah groaned in satisfaction, both hands now gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
“That’s it,” he growled, one hand sliding up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, before gently tugging, pulling your head back, “Take it just like that. Fuck, you look so good like this… ass up, face down for me, letting me use this pretty pussy.”
Oh he was relentless now, his hips snapping against your ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the luxurious suite. Every time he bottomed out he ground against you, making sure you felt every last fucking inch.
He leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear as he fucked you harder.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” He cooed mockingly, his voice dripping with lust and dominance. “All that waiting… and now you’re getting fucked exactly how you needed, huh? Or do you need more?”
His hand slid around to rub your clit in tight circles while he kept pounding into you, never losing rhythm.
“You can take it, can’t you? Take every fucking inch for me.”
You were shaking, moaning helplessly, completely overwhelmed by how deep he was, how strong he was, how completely he was owning your body the way you’d dreamed of ever since the beginning of this… arrangement.
But still, you nodded your head- as much as his grip on your hair would allow you to- and Noah pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then bit down gently as he growled,
“Good fucking girl.”
Noah fucked you like that for a few more deep, dizzying strokes, his cock driving so deep it made your eyes water. Then, without warning, he pulled out again. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he was already moving you. He sat back against the headboard and yanked you up into his lap again, manhandling you like a doll. Your legs were resting on the mattress either side of his thighs, and with one hand on your hip, his other hand guided his thick cock back to your dripping entrance.
“Sit on it,” he ordered, voice rough against your ear. “All the way, princess. I want to see every inch disappear inside you.”
You tried. You sank down onto his cock with a shaky moan, but your legs were too shaky, your body still blissed out and sluggish from how hard he’d just fucked you and how good you feel. You only managed to take half of him before your thighs gave out. When you stopped, Noah clicked his tongue, almost mocking.
“Can’t even ride me properly?” He chuckled darkly, gripping your hips hard. “Too fucked out already?”
Before you could answer, he tightened his grip and slammed you down onto his cock hard, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out, head falling forward, resting against his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he growled, teeth grazing the space between your neck and your shoulder. “Take it all, baby.”
He didn’t let you set the pace. He didn’t even let you think about it. His hands dug into your soft hips as he fucked up into you, hard and deep, making your tits bounce and your moans turn into broken sobs of pleasure. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, making your eyes roll back.
Fuck, you were so overwhelmed you could barely move, you could just take everything he gave you. But then Noah’s hand slid up your body and wrapped firmly around your throat- not squeezing hard, but possessive, holding you in place as he fucked you from below.
“Look at me.” He demanded.
When you didn’t respond fast enough, he used his other hand to grab your jaw, smushing your cheeks together as he pulled you off of his shoulder and turned your face toward him. Your teary, blissed out eyes met his dark ones as he continued pounding up into you.
“That’s better,” he growled, staring straight into your eyes while he fucked you senseless. “I want to see your pretty face while I ruin this tight little pussy.”
His grip on your jaw loosened slightly, but he kept your face close to his, forcing you to look at him as he thrust up harder, faster, the wet slap of your ass meeting his thighs echoing through the suite.
“You’re mine tonight,” he rasped, eyes burning into yours. “Every fucking inch of you. Say it.”
You could barely speak, but you whimpered through the overwhelming pleasure,
“I’m… I’m yours…”
Noah groaned in satisfaction and fucked you even harder, bouncing you on his cock like you were weightless. His hand stayed possessively around your throat while the other gripped your hip, controlling every movement as he used your body exactly how he wanted.
“Mhm… this is what I pay for, isn’t it, princess?” His voice was rough, filthy, and teasing all at once. “I spoil you rotten… buy you anything you want, take you to Paris, give you the world… and in return, I get to bury my cock this deep inside you.”
He let out a dark, breathless chuckle, grinding up into you again.
“Look at you… my pretty little sugar baby, all fucked out and dripping on my cock. This is exactly what I’ve been paying for.”
You couldn’t help but whimper- and then, as if he decided you finally deserved it, his fingers slid between your bodies and found your swollen clit and started rubbing lazy circles.
“Again,” he growled against your ear, his voice rough and clearly strained. “I want to feel you cum on my cock this time, sweet girl.”
You were already shaking, overstimulated and blissed out, but his fingers never stopped circling your clit while he kept thrusting up into you, and all of a sudden, the pleasure was building faster. And before you knew it, your head fell forward against his shoulder again, as your second orgasm crashed into you without warning.
You cried out, body seizing up as your pussy clenched hard around his thick cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Noah groaned deeply, his grip on your waist tightening almost painfully as he fought to stay in control.
“That’s it… good fucking girl,” he rasped, his voice breaking with restraint. “Cum on my cock just like that. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
But he didn’t pull out. Instead, he let you stay seated on his cock, buried to the hilt as you trembled and shook through the aftershocks. You were moving weakly at your own pace on him now, small, lazy rocks of your hips as you came down, your pussy still clenching around him.
Noah’s breathing was ragged. His forehead pressed against your shoulder, jaw clenched so hard you could feel the tension in his body. Every little movement you made on his cock had him groaning, his hips twitching like he was barely holding himself back from fucking up into you again.
“Baby…” His voice was strained, almost desperate. “Fuck… you feel too good. I’m so close.”
He kept one arm locked around you, holding you down on his cock as he tried to steady his breathing. His other hand came up to cup your jaw, turning you to face him again. And when you looked at him, his eyes were darker than you’ve ever seen, his pupils blown wide with lust and restraint.
“I don’t want to cum inside you,” he confessed, voice rough. “Not tonight. Not on our first time.” He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as his cock twitched inside you. “I need your mouth,” he said, the words almost a plea. “Please, baby. Let me use that pretty mouth. I want to watch you swallow every drop.”
His hips gave one small, helpless thrust up into you, like even saying it out loud was pushing him closer to the edge.
“I’ve been so good for you… holding back this whole time, giving you what you want- what you need. Let me fuck your throat a little like a good girl. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, clenching around him once more- and Noah hissed through his teeth, his grip on you tightening. He suddenly lifted you off his cock with ease, moving you again until you were kneeling between his spread thighs. His cock stood heavy and throbbing right in front of your face, glistening with your wetness, flushed dark and leaking.
He wrapped one hand around the base and used the other to gently cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip…
“Open up for me, princess. Let me use that pretty mouth I pay so well for.” Noah’s eyes were dark with lust as he guided the thick head of his cock to your lips, tapping it against them once, twice. “That’s it… wider.”
You parted your lips obediently and he slowly pushed the head inside, groaning deeply at the wet heat of your mouth.
“Fuck… just like that.”
He didn’t shove in all at once. He let you adjust, feeding you his cock inch by inch, watching with heavy lidded eyes as your lips stretched around his thickness. But the moment you started sucking, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around him like you’d been waiting for this ever since that first date- Noah’s breath hitched sharply.
“Shit-” His hand tightened in your hair. “You’re… fuck, baby. You’re really good at that.” He sounded almost surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to take him so eagerly, so skillfully. You looked up at him with teary eyes, cheeks hollowed, sucking him deeper while your tongue worked the underside of his cock.
Noah’s head fell back against the headboard for a second, a low, filthy groan rumbling from his chest.
“Oh my god… that’s it. Just like that, sweet girl.” He looked back down at you, eyes blown wide with lust. “You’ve been hiding this pretty mouth from me? All this time I’ve been spoiling you and you suck cock like a fucking dream?”
He started rocking his hips slowly, fucking shallowly into your mouth while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding you but not forcing you too deep.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice dripping with filthy appreciation. “On your knees, lips wrapped around the cock that's paying for everything you own… and you’re taking me so well.”
You moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Noah cursed under his breath and pushed a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.
“Easy, baby… breathe through your nose. That’s it- fuck, you’re taking me so nicely.”
He was losing control fast. His hips started moving a little faster, a little rougher, but he was still careful, watching your face, making sure you were okay through it all.
“You’re gonna make me cum so hard,” he groaned, thumb stroking your cheek as he fucked your mouth. “Been holding back all night just so I watch you swallow it all… or are you gonna let me paint this pretty face?”
You nodded eagerly, not minding either option, your eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. The wet, obscene sounds of you sucking him filled the room, sloppy and eager.
Noah’s breathing was ragged, his grip in your hair tightening as he fucked your mouth with shallower, more desperate thrusts. His cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, veins pulsing.
“Fuck… I’m so close,” he growled, voice strained as he made the decision- “But I don’t want to cum down your throat tonight.”
He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, leaving you gasping with strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. He then got up onto his knees, towering over you as you knelt low between his thighs, looking up at him with teary, lust drunk eyes.
“Stay right there… perfect, look up at me, baby.”
One hand fisted your hair to keep your face tilted up while the other stroked his slick cock fast and tight right in front of you. His abs flexed with every movement as he jerked himself off.
“Such a pretty fucking face,” he groaned, staring down at you like you were his masterpiece. “All that money I spend on you, princess… dressing you up, spoiling you rotten… and now I get to paint this beautiful face and those perfect tits.”
His strokes grew faster and even more erratic as his jaw clenched.
“Open your mouth. Tongue out, baby. Just like that… good girl.”
You obeyed instantly, tongue hanging out, eyes locked on his as he stroked himself over your face. The wet sounds of his hand moving over his cock filled the room, and then with a deep, guttural groan, Noah came hard.
Thick ropes of warm cum painted across your face, landing on your tongue, your cheek, your lips. He kept stroking through it, aiming lower, painting your tits and chest with the rest of his load. You looked utterly filthy and beautiful, covered in him, blinking up at him with teary eyes.
Noah let out a long, satisfied groan as the last spurts landed on your tongue, which you obediantly swallowed. He stared down at you, breathing hard, clearly mesmerized by the sight.
“God… look at you,” he murmured, voice hoarse with awe. “My perfect girl. Covered in my cum.”
He reached down and used his thumb to smear some of his release across your bottom lip, then pushed it into your mouth, letting you taste more.
“You’ve never looked prettier, sweetheart.” He whispered.
He then leaned down and kissed you messily, tasting himself on your tongue, before pulling back with a dark, satisfied smirk.
“Mm, don’t move, princess. Let me admire my work for a minute.”
Noah stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes, taking in the sight of your flushed face and tits covered in his cum. You looked utterly ruined- lips swollen, eyes glassy, his release streaked across you.
He hesitated for a second, then gave you a wicked little smirk.
“Can I take a picture?” He asked, his voice low and rough. “Just for me, I promise. Something to look at when I’m stuck in a hotel room on the road, missing this pretty face.”
You bit your lip, still hazy and floating, but a shy smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Then you gave him a shy little nod.
“…Okay. But only if I get to take one of you next time.”
Noah’s eyebrows lifted, clearly surprised and very pleased. A slow, cocky smile spread across his face.
“Next time, huh?” he teased, voice dripping with amusement. “Already planning round two… or three? Greedy girl.”
He leaned down and kissed you again, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.
“You got a deal, princess.”
He reached over to the nightstand for his phone, snapped a couple of pictures of you, making sure the angle caught your cum-covered face and tits beautifully. He groaned softly as he looked at the screen.
“God, you’re going to ruin me with these.”
He set the phone down, then pulled his boxers back up his thighs, tucking his spent cock away. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, and you heard the sound of the large marble tub filling with water. For a stupid moment you wondered if this was it. If this was like every time you and your ex would fuck and he’d leave you to clean yourself up while he took a shower then fell asleep... but of course that wouldn’t be the case. Because Noah returned with a soft, warm cloth, and sat down on the edge of the bed beside you, gentle again now.
“Come here, sweet girl.” He said softly.
You shuffled closer, and he tilted your chin up with two fingers and began carefully wiping your face with the warm cloth- across your cheeks and lips and chin- every touch was careful and soft, and then he moved lower. He gently cleaned your chest, cupping one of your breasts as he wiped his cum from your soft skin.
“You were so good for me tonight,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Took everything I gave you so beautifully. Thank you.”
“For what?” You asked with a soft chuckle as he wiped your chest.
“For trusting me with your body.” He said truthfully- and you had to hide the way those words made you feel.
When he was satisfied you were mostly clean, he set the cloth aside and helped you up onto your feet, guiding you into the bathroom, where the huge tub was now half full and steaming.
He helped you carefully into the warm water first, then slipped in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. His long legs stretched out on either side of yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close under the water.
The steam rose around you both. Noah pressed soft lazy kisses along your bare shoulder, one hand idly stroking your tummy beneath the surface.
“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, voice much gentler now. “I didn’t go too hard on you? I wasn’t too rough?”
“No,” You shook your head, leaning back into him with a content sigh. “It was perfect.”
You felt Noah smile against your skin and tightened his arms around you.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because this is just our first day here, baby. We’ve still got all weekend.”
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(i know my inbox is flooded but if anyone has any ideas or thoughts for literally anything to do with this fic please send them in!! i've tried to incorporate a few i've gotten into this but i'd love some more ideas! it could be anything from kinks or positions to pet names or future trips?? everyone has such wonderful ideas and i'd love some more because i'm a little stuck with this story!!)
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