This is a side blog created mainly so she could get over her thirst for Noah Sebastian, and because she apparently likes him better in her ✨imagination✨
About her: 90s baby · pop punk (more than anything), metalcore, post-hardcore, and sometimes deathcore enthusiast · Louder Than Life 2025 is her roman empire :>
Feel free to judge all the fictional stuff below that she wrote about the Omns frontman (her Asian white boy lmao), which has luckily seen the light of day. Thanks for being here!
ঌ bestfriend!noah:
→ Birthday Sex Pt. 1 ➢ 2: Don’t Need Candles and Cake ⚠︎: Unraveling of feelings; Your best friend wants something special for his 30th birthday.
→ Be My Mistake ⚠︎: You'd do anything for your best friend, whom you have been secretly in love with. At what point will enough be enough?
ঌ boyfriend!noah:
→ Idiot Pt. 1 ⚠︎ ➢ 2: Shallow End ➢ 3: Lonely Planets: Your toxic boyfriend ruins the relationship. Who gets to win in the end?
→ Something Wonderful ⚠︎: A PWP featuring you and your boyfriend fucking while on vacation.
→ Seven Years Pt. 1 ➢ 2: Unspoken ➢ 3: Maybe Tonight: Things happen when you meet your ex-boyfriend at Nicholas Ruffilo's wedding.
→ The Roles We Play ⚠︎: You and your boyfriend try doing some kinky shit in bed.
ঌ dad!noah:
→ The Debate: A normal day in your household where your husband annoys his daughter and makes her cry.
→ Hair: Your baby girl admires her daddy's old hair when her uncle visits one day.
→ Patterns: Noah tries to embarrass his daughter with his iconic sense of fashion.
ঌ daddy!noah:
→ DYFL NA Tour: Noah Sebastian Being Daddy AF ⚠︎: Not a story, just a handful of my pornographic Noah Sebastian daddy thoughts.
ঌ no label!noah:
→ Citizens of Earth: Noah makes your fifth Neck Deep show an unforgettable one.
→ 7 Days ⚠︎: Your 7-day encounter with a hot (older) tattooed rockstar.
ঌ stepbrother!noah:
→ Dirty, Pretty, Beautiful ⚠︎: You and your older stepbrother have got this thing going on, and it’s untouchable.
If i may ask— i have 2 wips that i will work on next (whenever that is), but idk which one to prioritize.
Seven Years pt. 3
Be My Mistake pt. 2 (yes i wrote one)
Voting ended on3h
They have more or less the same word count as of writing but i’ve been going back and forth so if you could lmk which continuation you wanna read first between the two that’d be awesome. ✌🏼
masterlist ☆ wc: 11.5k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW at the end, (noah's in nothing but a mask... however, the actual smut scene itself is 4k words and wouldn’t fit into this chapter so it is linked at the end!)
i’m so so happy with this chapter! it was so fun to write, and i’m just so proud of it!!
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You didn’t really know what to expect after agreeing to this kind of relationship, but things were still normal. If anything, life seemed more peaceful. There weren’t pages of rules suddenly handed over to you or expectations to suddenly be obedient to him. Instead, it was just little things.
When work really overwhelmed you again on Wednesday, you didn’t spend the drive home pretending to be fine. You climbed into Noah’s car, shut the door and before he could even ask, you let out a long, tired sigh.
“Today was awful.” You told him, and he simply reached over and took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He frowned, and simply just getting that off your chest already made you feel better.
When you got back, Noah sent you upstairs to shower and change into something comfy before dinner, and when you came back down the stairs he called you into the kitchen.
“...Come here.” He said, holding his arms open for you.
You crossed the room and let him pull you against his chest. He held you for a long moment, his hand gently rubbing against your back.
“Wanna tell me about it?”
So you did, you told him all about the espresso machine breaking, and how all the oat milk had gone off, and how you had to go into the bathroom and cry for fifteen minutes.
He had a great solution to it. He told you that after dinner he would make you both a hot chocolate, you’d go up to bed and put on a movie or TV show and cuddle. If you wanted him to use his fingers or his mouth to switch your mind off before going to sleep then he would… but an hour into the movie, he looked down at you cuddled up to his chest, and you were already softly snoring.
On Thursday, he came to visit you at work, which was a surprise. He didn’t tell you he was planning on coming in, but you smiled the second you saw him hold the door open for an elderly lady before stepping in.
He was dressed casually today, wearing a pair of black joggers and a navy hoodie, with a black baseball cap on his head. The moment his eyes found yours, a little smile appeared on his lips. Not enough that anyone else would notice, it was just for you.
“Well,” Tom smirked, leaning against the counter, “You didn’t tell me Mr Millionaire was coming in- ow!”
You elbowed him, telling him to behave. He shook his head, but grinned to himself as he wandered away to wipe down one of the tables.
You were still serving another customer, so while you made their cappuccino, you wondered how you were supposed to act? Do you treat Noah like he’s just another customer, or like he was Noah?...
Your Noah.
You mentally winced at yourself, don’t start thinking like that.
But then you handed the drink over, the customer paid, and Noah stepped up to the counter next, resting his forearm against it.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” You replied, trying to stop the shy little smile spreading across your face- though he noticed it anyway.
“So…” He began softly, and your eyes widened a little as you waited for him to continue, “You gonna ask what I want?”
You chuckled, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.
“I already know what you want.” You smiled.
“Good girl.” He said casually as he reached for his wallet, making you feel a little dizzy. You reached for a cup, trying not to let it show how it affected you.
“Anything else?”
“Hm…” He pretended to think, “Well, I hear the barista’s pretty cute.”
Your heart fluttered for a second, but you tried to shake it off.
“So what brings you here?” You asked as you began grinding coffee beans.
“I was nearby.” He shrugged.
“No you weren’t.” You smirked.
“Fine…” he sighed, “The coffee's better here than the cafe by my place.”
“Oh yeah? Is that all?"
“Mm, and I wanted to see you.”
Your hands stopped just for a second, before continuing.
“I’m heading to Davis’s after this, we’ve got to sort some stuff before tour, since it’s only a couple weeks away.”
You nodded your head.
“You not getting him a drink?”
Noah scoffed.
“He still owes me for lunch a couple days ago. If he wants coffee he can get one himself.”
You smiled to yourself, and began to work the espresso machine. Noah watched you, it really fascinated him, the way you knew exactly what to do, how you remembered regulars’ orders and gave all your customers that little smile, even on days where you felt like shit.
“You’re good at this.” Noah said, while you were staring into the distance waiting for the espresso machine.
“Hm?” You glanced over at him.
“You’re good at your job.”
You smiled.
“Thank you.”
Then, the elderly lady he’d held the door open for shuffled over beside him.
“Oh!” She smiled at you, “Is this your boyfriend, darling?”
Your eyes widened.
“Uh…”
Before you could answer, Noah spoke.
“Not yet.” He smirked, “I’ve still got a lot to prove.”
The woman laughed.
“Well, I’d say you’re doing rather well, dear.”
You felt your face burn again, while Noah stood there looking rather pleased with himself.
“I’ll take that.” He smiled
The lady picked up an extra sugar for her coffee with a cheerful smile before wandering away, and you looked back up at Noah.
“You enjoyed that.”
“Maybe a little.” He smirked, then you slid his coffee across the counter.
“Here.”
He took it with a grateful smile.
“Thank you, baby.”
Your stomach flipped, and you almost forgot what you were typing into the machine.
“Noah, I’m at work!” You hissed under your breath.
“What’s the issue?” He asked, looking entirely innocent, “You’re my baby everywhere.”
“I’m trying to be professional.” You said, trying not to smile as you looked up at him over the counter. “Your total’s 4.60.”
“I thought you were going to give me employee discount.” He smirked.
“You don’t work here.”
“I could.”
“You’d last about ten minutes.” You scoffed, making him chuckle as he tapped his card against the reader.
The machine beeped, and a big approved appeared on the screen. Then when the tip option appeared, you didn’t think anything of it. You assumed he wouldn’t tip above the minimum, now you’re living in his house rent free, now he’s flown you to Paris and bought you countless amounts of things.
“You don’t have to tip me, Noah.”
“I know.” He said simply, before tapping the ‘custom amount’ option.
You didn’t look. You turned around with a huff, and before you knew it, the machine beeped again.
Tip: $100
“Noah!” You hissed.
“What?” He smirked, “You look pretty when you’re working.” He said as he picked his cup back up, “Have a good day, sweetheart. See you at six.”
And before you could even come up with an argument for that, he turned around and left.
…
By the time Friday evening rolled around, you already noticed a change in yourself. You felt lighter than you had in months, so clearly Noah’s plan had worked, and this was helping.
Noah had been working in the studio, though he told you he'd stop at 9 so you could both cuddle in bed and put something on the TV.
“Baby?”
You looked up from where you’d stolen his corner of the sofa, not expecting to see him for another hour.
“Hm?” You hummed.
“Tommorow morning,” he leaned against the doorway, reminding you just how fucking tall he was, “I need you to pack an overnight bag.”
“What for?” You asked.
“Well, you got through the week, didn’t you? I said I had a surprise…” He smirked, “We’re staying in a hotel for the night, and make sure you pack something you’d wear to a concert.”
“A concert?” Your curiosity peaked.
He just smiled, and slowly shook his head.
“I’ve already said too much.”
“Noah-”
“We’re leaving just after lunch. And no, I’m not telling you where we’re going… just trust me. You’re gonna love it.”
He seemed pleased with himself as he pushed himself off the doorway and headed into the kitchen, grabbing a drink before disappearing back into the studio. You heard the door click shut, and a cheeky smile spread across your face.
You had an idea…
After a few minutes, Noah was back at his desk, headphones around his neck as he tapped away on his keyboard. He barely had time to look up before you wandered into the room.
“...Hi.”
He smiled, looking up at you.
“Hi.”
Without saying a word, you walked over and carefully settled yourself in his lap, looking down at him with your most innocent smile. His hands found your waist, and he looked up at you, a little taken back by your sudden confidence.
“Well,” he smiled, “This is nice.”
You tried not to giggle, and instead combed your fingers through his soft hair.
“I need something.”
“I gathered.” He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs a little more so you were more comfortable as his thumbs brushed over your hips, “What can I do for you?”
You rested your hands on his shoulders, tilting your head sweetly as you asked,
“Can I borrow your credit card?”
His eyes widened.
“...My credit card?”
You nodded your head, and he just looked at you for a moment, almost like he couldn’t believe what you had just said.
“You know, we’ve been doing this for so long…” a lazy grin spread across his face, “And I don’t think I’ve ever heard those words come out of your mouth once.”
You chuckled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.
“Well, I was thinking about going shopping tomorrow morning, before we leave. Y’know, get a new outfit for the mystery concert…”
“Of course, baby. What time should we go?”
You shook your head.
“Nuh-uh, you’re staying here.” You smirked, poking his chest. “I wanna surprise you with something.”
He studied your face for a second.
“Should I be worried?”
“No.” You bit back a smile.
“Should my bank account be worried?”
“...Maybe a little.” You smirked, and he chuckled.
“You’ve become suspiciously comfortable spending my money all of a sudden. You argued with me for twenty minutes in Paris when I wanted you to buy those diamond earrings.”
You shrugged, trying to look casual.
“You told me to stop feeling guilty”
“I did.”
“So…” You smiled sweetly. “…I thought I’d be a good girl and listen.”
“…You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He smirked, his hands rubbing your hips.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Liar.” He smiled, but still reached into his pocket for his wallet, before sliding the black card between your fingers. “There’s one condition.”
You looked up expectantly.
“I want you to spoil yourself. There’s no limit on that card, so I don’t want you buying cheaper versions of things or knock offs. I want my girl to have the best, and nothing less.”
“Yes sir.” You giggled.
He leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
“I trust you.”
You smiled to yourself as you tucked the card safely into your pocket. If only he knew exactly where you were planning to take it…
…
The next morning, Noah let you take his car to go shopping. He had a few things he had to do at home, so he didn’t mind staying behind. He kissed you goodbye at the door and told you to take your time and buy whatever you wanted.
But he had no idea where you were about to step into...
You’d never been to a physical sex shop before. You’d bought a vibrator online a couple of years ago, and it had been fine- discreet packaging, no awkward eye contact. But this time, you had to go into the store.
You wanted to surprise Noah with something new, something you could both enjoy. He’d mentioned wanting to try toys with you, and the thought had been living in your head ever since.
You felt more excited than nervous when you pulled into the parking lot, but then you walked through the door...
The shop was bigger and brighter than you expected. The hot pink walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of toys in every possible shape, color, and size. Your eyes widened as you took it all in.
To your left was a whole wall of dildos- realistic ones with veins and balls, vibrating ones, thrusting ones, even double-ended ones. Some were monstrously large, others curved in ways that made you blush just by looking at them. Next to them were displays of butt plugs in every size, some made of metal, some of silicone, some with pretty sparkly jeweled bases.
Further down the aisle were vibrators- wands, bullets, rabbits, suction toys that promised to “make you squirt”, though you scoffed at the thought of it, thinking yeah right. There were even fucking machines on display in the back corner, intimidating metal contraptions with attachments that scared you a little, making you swallow hard as you looked away.
The lingerie section was just as overwhelming- tiny lace sets that barely covered anything, latex sets that covered everything, crotchless panties, babydolls, leather harnesses, and bodysuits with cutouts.
You felt your cheeks burning hotter with every step. A couple browsed the BDSM section nearby- nipple clamps, paddles, ropes, blindfolds, and something called a “spreader bar” that made your stomach flip. Everything felt so… explicit. So shameless. You weren’t even sure just what type of toys Noah would want… or where to even start.
You stood frozen in the middle of the vibrator aisle, clutching the strap of your handbag over your shoulder. A woman walked past you holding a box with a massive purple dildo on it and a big bottle of lube like it was no big deal. You suddenly felt so out of place... so innocent.
God, I wish Noah was here, you thought, your cheeks burning. He would’ve known exactly what to pick. He would’ve stood behind you, whispering in your ear which toys he wanted to use on you, teasing you about how wet you were getting just by looking at them.
Instead, you were alone, flustered, and trying not to stare too long at a suction toy that promised “intense clitoral orgasms.”
You swallowed hard and forced yourself to pick up the safest option to start with- a simple wand vibrator. The same kind you’d seen before in porn, and much bigger than the bullet you owned a couple years ago. You could already imagine Noah holding it against your clit while he fucked you, and your thighs pressed together in the middle of the store.
You quickly grabbed it and headed toward the register before you could overthink it any more, your face burning the entire way.
…
By the time you finally got home, pulling onto Noah’s driveway, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy over what was sitting in the black bag in the passenger seat. Before getting out of the car, you tucked the bag into your handbag so nothing looked suspicious… then you made your way inside.
“Noah?”
“I’m upstairs, baby!”
You slipped off your shoes, carefully hung your jacket up with his, and headed upstairs. His bedroom door was already open, and as you stepped inside, you found him kneeling on the floor with a suitcase lying open on the bed. Clothes were folded into neat piles, there were a couple pairs of trousers, t-shirts, his toiletries bag…
“You’ve started packing without me.” You frowned.
He glanced over his shoulder, smiling.
“I got bored waiting.”
“I’ve only been twenty minutes!” You chuckled.
“Mm, it was a very long twenty minutes.”
You laughed, walking over before leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He hummed happily at the affection before pulling one of his drawers open. Inside, were neatly folded up pairs of black, grey and white Calvin Kleins. He took a couple pairs… but then something caught your eye.
Tucked towards the back of the drawer, was black fabric, but this didn’t look like another pair of underwear. You screwed your face up, tilting your head.
“…What’s that?”
Noah paused.
“What?”
You pointed into the drawer.
“Behind your boxers.”
He followed your finger, then smiled to himself.
“Oh… that.”
He reached in and pulled it out, and you watched it unfold into a black ski mask.
“Noah..?” You chuckled, in disbelief, “Why do you have a mask in your underwear drawer?”
He laughed, smiling at it fondly.
“It’s not for robbing banks.”
“Well, that would explain a lot.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
“It’s one of my old stage masks.”
You stared at it.
“…Your what?”
“Mhm.” He turned it over in his hands. “I used to wear it on stage a couple years ago.”
“No…” You looked between the mask and him. “…You did?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
He laughed.
“I just thought it looked cool.”
You reached out.
“…Can I?”
He handed it over without hesitation, and the first thing you noticed was how the fabric was incredibly soft. You noticed it said BAD OMENS around the neck, and you tried to imagine him wearing it on stage…
“I don’t think I can picture it.” You said, looking up at him.
“Wait a sec.” He grabbed his phone from the bed. “I’ll show you.”
A few taps later, he was scrolling through his band's instagram account, and after a moment, he turned the screen towards you.
“There.”
Your eyes widened.
“…Holy shit.”
It was him… standing under bright stage lights, dressed in all black, with the mask covering his face. You could tell it was him because of the tattoos, and the black tank top. But he didn’t look like your Noah...
You looked at the photo, then back at the man kneeling comfortably on the bedroom floor in a faded old t-shirt, carefully folding up his underwear to pack in his suitcase.
“I can’t believe that’s you.”
He smiled.
“I’ve changed a bit.”
“A bit?” You looked at the photo again. “This is just crazy.”
Noah chuckled, then you handed the mask back over to him.
“So…” You said, drawing out the word as a smirk spread across your face. Noah immediately recognised that look, and he rasied an eyebrow.
“What?”
You tried your hardest to keep a straight face.
“Have you ever worn it in the bedroom?”
He looked a bit taken back.
“Excuse me?”
“The mask...”
He laughed, shaking his head, almost looking a little shy.
“…No.”
“No?” You looked back down at it in his hands with disappointment. “…Wow. What a waste.”
“A waste?” He laughed, “Baby, I spent years wearing that thing on stage.”
“And apparently nowhere else.”
He shook his head, still chuckling. Then you glanced up through your lashes.
“But would you…?”
He paused.
“…Would I what?”
“Wear it in the bedroom?”
His eyebrows lifted, and for a moment he was quiet. Then he leaned back on one hand, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
“Maybe…” He nodded, “It just depends.”
“On what?”
His smile turned teasing.
“…Who’s asking.”
Heat rushed straight to your cheeks.
“You know who’s asking.”
“No I don’t.” He teased.
“There’s only one other person in this room.”
“Hm.” He pretended to think about it. “You want me to wear this in bed?”
A smirk spread across your face.
“...Maybe.”
He held your gaze for a moment before his expression softened.
“Huh. Good to know.” He nodded casually, before turning back to packing. Then he added, “You’ve become awfully confident this week.”
“Have I?”
“Mhm.” He smiled, “The woman who used to refuse to spend my money went shopping with my credit card this morning, and now-”
“Do you wanna know what I bought?” You grinned, interrupting him, and his face softened again.
“I thought it was a surprise?”
You shrugged.
“I’m awful at surprises,” you said as you sat on the edge of his bed, reaching for your bag. “Here.”
You handed the black plastic bag over to him, and he curiously took a peek inside.
“Oh, baby… what do we have here?”
Noah reached into the bag and pulled out the box. When he saw the picture on the box, and realised there was a wand vibrator inside, his eyebrows rose slightly and a warm, delighted smile spread across his face.
“Wow…” he said softly, turning the box over in his hands. “You really went out and bought this?”
You nodded, cheeks warming under his gaze.
“I remembered you said that toys were something you’d like to try with me,” you said quietly. “So… I thought we could take this to the hotel tonight.”
Noah’s expression softened even more. He set the box aside and gently pulled you down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.
“You went into a sex shop by yourself,” he smirked, sounding both impressed and incredibly fond. “My sweet girl did that for me?”
He kissed your forehead, and you couldn't help but giggle.
“We’re gonna have so much fun with this tonight, princess,” he said softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “I can already picture how pretty you’re going to look when I use it on you.”
You smiled, feeling heat rush between your thighs- then suddenly, you pushed yourself up off of him.
“I guess I better start packing then.” You smiled, and Noah nodded.
“I don’t know how much you plan on taking,” Noah began, “But there’s still plenty of room in my bag.” He nodded towards the suitcase on the bed.
“Thanks,” you said, looking down at him, then your smile became a little sheepish. “…Would you help me?”
Noah looked up at you.
“Help you pack?”
You nodded.
“If… that’s okay.”
“Of course it is.” He said soflty.
You rubbed your hands together nervously.
“Thanks. I know it probably sounds silly...”
“It doesn’t.” He shook his head, suddenly sensing the shift in your mood and body language, “Talk to me, baby. I can tell something’s bothering you.”
You let out a small sigh before sitting back down beside him on the edge of the bed.
“I always get stressed packing, it doesn’t matter if I’m going somewhere for one night or one month, I always get so overwhelmed.” You admitted. “I worry I’ve forgotten something important… then I pack extras just in case… then I convince myself I’ve packed too much…” You laughed quietly at yourself. “Then I end up unpacking everything and starting again.”
“How many times?” He asked.
“…Usually three or four.”
He smiled sympathetically.
“I wondered why it took you so long to pack for Paris.”
“You noticed?”
“I notice everything.”
Your cheeks warmed.
“I just…” You looked down at your hands, feeling slightly nervous. “I thought…”
He waited patiently.
“I thought maybe…” You smiled shyly. “Since we’re doing this now…”
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“Could this be something you take care of for me?”
The smile that spread across his face was ever so gentle.
“Sweetheart.” He reached over, taking one of your hands in both of his. “Of course. I’d love to.”
You felt yourself relax before he’d even done anything.
“You would?”
“Mhm.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you for telling me how it makes you feel.”
Your shoulders seemed to drop all by themselves, feeling the anxiety slowly melting away.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He said, his voice calm but still certain. Making you feel like he knows what he’s doing, everything's under control. “I’m going to ask you a few questions.”
You nodded.
“What are we doing tonight?”
“We’re going to a concert.”
“And tomorrow?”
“I think we’re coming home?”
“Yes,” he nodded with a little smile, “So that means one night away.”
You nodded again.
“That means we don’t need to prepare for every possible situation, do we, baby?”
You laughed, watching him rise to his feet.
“…I do tend to do that.” You confessed.
“I guessed.” He smirked, leading you into the guest room, where you kept everything you salvaged from your apartment. He reached for your suitcase from the closet- one that he bought you in Paris because the one you brought was overfilled- and he lied it down open on the bed.
“I’ll tell you what to pack. If you think of anything else, then tell me. If you panic or can’t decide whether you need something or not, I’ll make the choice for you.” He smiled, “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, chuckling quietly, “You make it sound so simple.”
“That’s because it is.” He smiled. “And once I’ve zipped this suitcase up,” he looked into your eyes. “…We’re done. No checking or unpacking. If you suddenly think of something when we’re in the car, then we can stop off somewhere and buy it.”
“…Really?”
He nodded, reaching for your hand.
“I promise you, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles. “One forgotten toothbrush has never ruined a weekend.”
He then dropped your hand and gently tapped the suitcase.
“So it seems my first official job as your dom,” he looked at you with a playful smile, “Is packing this bag. And your first job as my submissive is to trust me when I say we’ve got everything we need.”
For a moment, you simply looked at him. Then you nodded your head.
“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” You smiled.
He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
“Good girl.”
Those words made your heart feel warm, and Noah smiled to himself before setting his hands on his hips.
“Right then, let’s start packing.” He pointed towards the wardrobe, “Concert outfit first.”
You turned towards the wardrobe, searching through your clothes.
“I don’t really know what to wear.”
“That’s okay.” He walked over beside you, “What are your options?”
You reached for a couple of hangers.
“I was thinking maybe this?” You held up a black dress. “But then I thought maybe jeans with a nice top would be better… remember that top you bought me in Paris? The leather one that laces up in the front?”
You were already reaching for the top.
“But maybe it’s too much…”
“Sweetheart.”
You stopped talking, and he gave you a gentle smile.
“Remember your job.”
“…Trust you.” You nodded.
“Good.” He looked at the clothes in your hands before taking the black top from you. “I think you should wear this.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded his head.
“This and those jeans you like, the comfy ones. I think that’d be pretty.”
You smiled to yourself.
“Yeah? I was thinking about that, but I don’t know if it’d be appropriate, I don’t know what kinda concert-”
“Trust me, baby. It’ll be perfect.”
You nodded your head, and he neatly started to pack them.
“There… now, pyjamas.”
You nodded and reached for a comfy oversized tshirt, and a pair of shorts.
“And underwear!” You noted, before opening the drawers while Noah politely turned his attention to the suitcase instead.
“How many?” You called over your shoulder.
“How many nights are we staying?”
“One.”
“So?”
“…Two pairs?” You asked.
He smiled.
“Perfect.”
You grabbed two before pausing.
“…Or maybe three.”
He looked over.
“Why three?”
“Just in case.”
“What emergency requires a third pair of underwear?”
“You never know what might happen, Noah!” You chuckled, reaching for a third pair, then a couple pairs of socks, then handed it all over to him to pack.
He folded everything with such care, then looked up at you again.
“Toiletries next. Toothbrush, hairbrush, perfume, deodorant… what else? Skincare?”
You collected all those things, putting them into a wash bag before handing them over.
“Hair tools? Make-up?” He asked.
You looked at your overflowing make-up bag.
“…Do I need all of this?”
He peered inside.
“I’m not qualified to answer that.”
“I’ll bring it all, just in case.” You chuckled.
When the toiletries were packed, he zipped the little wash bag shut before placing it neatly beside your clothes, then he looked around the room.
“Anything else?”
You instinctively began scanning every shelf, every drawer, every possible thing you might have forgotten. Then your brain started doing exactly what it always did.
What about…? Did I…? Should I…?
Noah noticed your eyes darting around, and his brows furrowed.
“Hey.” Your attention returned to him. “What are you doing?”
“…Just checking.”
“For?”
“I don’t know.” You let out a tiny laugh, before quietly confessing, “My brain’s doing the thing...”
“I can tell.” He stepped closer until he was standing in front of you. “Look at me.”
You did.
“You’ve got your outfit, your toiletries. You’ve got your phone.”
“Mhm.”
“I’ve got chargers in my bag.”
“…Okay.”
Your shoulders relaxed.
“We’re staying one night. And if we somehow discover we’ve forgotten something… then we’ll just buy it.” Then, without another word, he reached down, and zipped the suitcase closed. “There.”
You stared at it.
It was done. Normally, this was the moment you’d immediately unzip it again. Check every pocket, count your socks. Wonder if you needed another hoodie. Instead, you looked at Noah.
“That’s it?” You asked.
He smiled.
“Yep.”
You took a slow breath in.
“…Okay.” A smile of pure relief spread across your face. “I’ve never packed for a trip without feeling stressed before.”
Noah walked over, cupped your face in both hands and kissed your forehead.
“That’s because this time, you didn’t have to do it by yourself.”
…
The drive passed far quicker than either of you expected it to, though neither of you complained. You stopped asking where he was taking you two hours in, and just decided to relax. He let you play your music as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel while the other reached over to rest on your thigh.
Every now and then you’d pass a sign, and you’d immediately start trying to guess the destination in your mind again… trying to figure out what concert was being held nearby…
But before you knew it, a couple of hours later, Noah pulled into the underground car park of a beautiful hotel in the middle of the city. He parked up, then got out to open the passenger door.
You climbed out and offered to take your suitcase from him, but he shook his head, insisting on taking the bags up to the entrance.
And wow… it wasn’t as fancy as Paris, but it was still so elegant.
“This is…” You couldn’t put it into words.
“Nice?”
“A little bit nicer than nice.” You chuckled.
“I hoped you’d like it.” He grinned, "I've stayed here a couple times before."
Inside, the lobby was beautiful. There were marble floors that reflected the warm light from big chandeliers overhead, fresh flowers decorated almost every table, and the entire place smelled like fresh linen and a touch of something floral... probably from the flowers.
The receptionist greeted you both warmly as you checked in, before handing Noah the room key. Then, as you stepped into the elevator, you found yourself leaning lightly against his shoulder.
“Tired?”
“A little. I think it’s from the drive.”
“Being a passenger princess is hard work,” Noah teased, “We’ve got plenty of time before we leave tonight if you want a nap.”
“I might.” You said, then he kissed the top of your head.
"C'mon then."
The room was even more beautiful than the lobby. The big windows overlooked the city, and a king sized bed sat in the centre of the room, with the most comfy looking white bedding.
There was a little seating area by the window with a small table, on which sat some fresh flowers. Beside the seats was the door to the balcony.
“…This is amazing!”
Noah set both suitcases down at the bottom of the bed.
“It’s alright.”
“‘Alright?’” Your eyebrows raised in disbelief.
He shrugged innocently.
“I’ve stayed in worse.” He smirked.
You laughed.
“You’re so spoiled, Noah.”
“Hey, I tour for a living.” He chuckled, before straightening up, “Still wanna have a nap, baby?”
You thought for a moment, before shaking your head.
“I think I’m okay. I know it’s still pretty early… but I’m so excited, I just want to get ready now.”
He smiled.
“That’s okay,” he nodded towards the bathroom. “Want to shower first?”
You looked towards the enormous bathroom before looking back at him, a little smirk on your lips.
“…Together?”
His lips curved into a soft smile.
“If you’d like.”
“Oh, I’d like.” You grinned.
…
You spent most of the shower simply talking, laughing, washing each other with gentle hands.
There wasn’t anything sexual about it, not even when he ran his soapy hands over your breasts and down to your ass. You melted into his touch, and he did the same when your fingers worked the shampoo into his hair.
Noah stepped out first, wrapping a towel around his hips before handing one to you. After you stepped out, you stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes. Noah took another soft towel and gently started to dry your hair, then you took it from him, and made him bend down as you ruffled the towel against his hair, making it fall all over the place.
Afterwards, Noah disappeared back into the bedroom, tugging a clean black tshirt over his head while you reached into the closet for the fluffy white robe. You decided it wouldn’t make sense to get dressed yet, since there were still a few hours before you had to leave.
So instead, you dug through your suitcase for your makeup bag and hair dryer, since you always preferred your own. Then, all of a sudden you heard the sound of a phone buzzing. You instinctively looked over to check if it was yours, but it wasn’t. It was Noah’s.
“Huh.” He said as he looked at the screen.
“What?”
“I just need to take this.”
“Everything okay?”
“Mhm.” He hummed, answering it before opening the balcony door. “Hey...”
The door slid shut behind him, muting most of the conversation. You tried not to listen in, you tried to concentrate on your makeup… but you could still make out some of what was being said.
“…Yeah…”
It’s not like you were trying to listen.
“…Tell Oli I said thanks for sorting me out tonight.”
Your hand froze halfway to your eyelashes.
Oli?
There couldn’t be that many Olis Noah knew. So you tried to ignore it.
“…It’s not even really for me…”
Your curiosity won, and you looked towards the balcony door.
“No… it’s for someone special.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your tummy fluttering at his words. Someone special? You? A hundred different possibilities raced through your head, Oli, concert, someone special…
You slowly lowered the mascara wand onto the dressing table. There was only one Oli you could think of- and only one concert you had mentioned to Noah… and it suddenly started to make sense.
He was taking you to see them now, because he’d be away on tour when Bring Me were playing in your city. Your heart sank a little at the thought of Noah having to leave in a couple weeks- but you couldn’t linger on it too long, as he continued talking outside.
“…Yeah, she still has no idea.”
A grin spread across your face before you could stop it. He was definitely talking about you.
“…I owe you one, man.” He paused, then let out a laugh, “Yeah… okay, I’ll see you in a bit.”
The call ended, and your eyes widened. See you… in a bit?
Your brain immediately started putting pieces together, and your stomach fluttered.
There was absolutely no way…
You hurriedly picked your mascara back up, trying to look as though you’d never stopped getting ready, and a second later, the balcony door slid open. Noah stepped back inside, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Everything alright?” he asked casually.
You looked at him through the mirror.
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.” You popped the p.
He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
“…You’re smiling.”
“I’m always smiling!”
He folded his arms, a suspicious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“…How much of that did you hear?”
You widened your eyes innocently.
“Nothing!”
“Uh huh.” He nodded his head slowly, like he didn’t believe you.
“I was doing my makeup.”
“Were you now?”
“I was.”
He took a slow step closer.
“So you definitely didn’t hear any of that?”
“Well, I might’ve heard… a name.”
“And?”
“And…” You smiled sweetly. “…I still have no idea where we’re going.”
That wasn’t entirely true anymore, you weren’t completely certain, but you had a feeling that Noah’s surprise was about to rock your world. (*get it? bmth reference? heh)
…
“You ready?” Noah glanced over as you slid your rings onto your fingers.
You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time.
Your black jeans fit you perfectly, your chunky boots peeking out just enough at the bottom. The leather lace up top you’d picked with Noah earlier sat perfectly, showing just enough skin to make you feel confident and sexy without feeling too exposed. Necklaces were layered around your neck, rings decorated almost every finger, and your hair fell exactly how you’d hoped after spending nearly an hour styling it.
You actually felt cool, and very pretty.
Noah looked stupidly hot as always. In all black, as always. He wore his black jeans with the cut outs, that made you bite your lip wherever he turned around and wonder what’s he doing with all that ass? He wore his black boots too, with his fitted black tshirt beneath a lightweight jacket.
Then, as you stepped towards the door, he reached for his favourite sunglasses, putting them on despite the evening sun beginning to set, followed by a black baseball cap that hid most of his hair.
Once he was ready, he reached over, taking your hand.
“C’mon. The cabs waiting for us.”
It was only a short drive to the venue from the hotel. You were going to argue, and tell Noah you could’ve just walked… but you weren’t sure just how easily recognisable he’d be to the fans if you were going to see a band he has toured with in the past.
So instead, you sat tucked against his side in the back seat while city passed by the window. And when you looked outside, you noticed the streets were getting busier. There were groups of people dressed in black band shirts, all walking in the same direction.
Your heart began beating a little faster, and when you looked back at Noah, you could tell he was trying very hard not to smile.
The taxi finally stopped outside a huge arena, and you climbed out first, completely astounded by just how many people were lined up outside. Instead of joining the enormous queue, though, Noah gently placed a hand on the small of your back, and kept his head down as he led you away.
“This way.”
You frowned.
“But the entrance is over there.” You pointed.
“Not ours.”
“What do you mean?”
He simply smiled.
“C’mon. You'll see.”
He led you around the side of the building, where there were no crowds, and it seemed strangely quiet. A large metal security gate stood ahead, and before you even reached it, one of the security guards smiled.
“Hey, Noah! Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”
“Hey, man.” Noah nodded, taking his sunglasses off.
The guard unclipped the barrier to let you through.
“Good to see you again.”
“You too.”
He knew the security? Shit, were you still underestimating this guy?
You followed Noah through the gate, trying not to look completely bewildered, but then another member of staff approached almost immediately.
“Oh, yhere you are.” She smiled. “Thought you’d be here a little earlier.”
“We got a little held up.” Noah explained.
“No worries.” The staff member looked towards you and smiled. “You must be Noah’s plus one.”
Your eyebrows lifted.
“…Uh…”
Before you could answer, Noah smiled and nodded his head.
“She is.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
She handed Noah two laminated passes attached to black lanyards. He slipped one over his own head before turning towards you.
“Head down for me.”
You obeyed, and he carefully lifted your hair out of the way before placing the pass around your neck. His fingers brushed lightly against the back of your neck as he adjusted it, making you shiver.
“There.”
You looked down, and were met with the bold letters reading, ALL ACCESS and your eyes widened.
“Noah?”
He just smiled.
“What?”
“I…” You looked back at the pass. “…All access?”
“Yep.”
Your heart started racing again, but he took your hand, and started to lead you as if he knew this place like the back of his hand.
“This way.”
The two of you walked through another set of doors, then another. The corridors felt endless, people hurried past carrying guitars, lighting equipment and flight cases. Someone walked by wearing a headset, speaking into a radio, and another person nodded at Noah as they passed.
“Hey, man.”
“Hey.”
It felt busy, but rather organised. You even found yourself moving a little closer to Noah as everything rushed around you.
“Nervous?” He asked softly, his hand coming around to rest on your hip.
“A little.”
He smiled reassuringly.
“I’ve got you.”
You nodded.
“I know.”
He gave your hip a gentle squeeze.
“I’m just wondering… I was gonna go find some of the guys, just to say hi, see how things are going. You can come with me if you want, I don’t mind at all, or if you’d rather we just go find our seats-“
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Not knowing how to say it without sounding ungrateful.
“Can I be honest?”
He smiled immediately.
“I’d rather you always were.”
You laughed quietly, looking down at the floor.
“I'm just starting to feel a little anxious.”
His expression softened.
“Too many people?”
“A little. It’s just a lot… and,” You rubbed your thumb against your lanyard. “I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
“You don’t know that! I’ve never met people like this before!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“People like what?” He asked.
“You know…” You waved your hands, trying to find the right word. “Rockstars?”
His eyebrows lifted.
“…Baby.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“What?”
“You live with one.”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re different.” You smirked.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
You thought about it for a second.
“I forget you’re famous.” You said, and he smiled to himself. “I just see… Noah.”
For a moment, he looked strangely touched by that. Then you sighed.
“And besides, I know Motionless are opening tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve always had a tiny crush on Ricky.” You confessed with another gentle sigh.
Noah slowly turned his head towards you, staying completely silent for a moment before asking,
“Ricky?”
You nodded innocently.
“The guitar player?” He asked.
“That’s the one.”
He stared at you for another second before letting out the most dramatic sigh imaginable.
“I bring you backstage, I organise this big surprise…” He placed a hand over his heart. “…And you’re thinking about another man?!”
“I’m not thinking about another man! I said I used to have a little crush.”
“Oh.” He nodded gravely. “That’s much better.”
“It was years ago! I haven’t even listened to them since… pfft, 2018?”
He looked unconvinced.
“I don’t know…”
You nudged his arm.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m devastated, baby." He frowned dramatically, pulling you in closer to him until you were chest to chest.
The teasing eased the heaviness that had settled on your chest, and you felt yourself breathe a little easier- which Noah clearly noticed.
“Better?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Good.” He nodded down the corridor. “C’mon, let’s go find our seats.”
You took a couple of steps before stopping.
“Actually...”
He turned back.
“What?”
“If you want to go and say hi to everyone… I don’t want you feeling like you can’t just because of me.”
“I wouldn’t.” He insisted
“I know.” You smiled. “But you’ve got friends here. People you probably haven’t seen in months or years.”
He looked at you carefully.
“Then what would you do?” He asked.
“I could just…” You shrugged. “…Wait in the seats?”
His eyebrows drew together.
“By yourself?”
“I don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
You nodded.
“I don’t know anyone here, not personally.” You laughed quietly. “And I'd feel a bit awkward just… standing beside you while everyone catches up. I’d feel like I’m in the way.”
He was quiet for a moment, then he stepped closer, frowning.
“You’d never be in the way, baby. They’d all be happy to meet you.”
“I know.” You shook your head.
“But?” He raised an eyebrow, and you let out a long sigh.
“I think I’d be more comfortable if you just… got to be Noah for a little bit without me. Go be a guy with the rest of the guys!”
He looked at you with a softness that almost made your heart ache.
“I appreciate you thinking about that.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “But I’m not leaving you on your own”
His thumb brushed gently across your cheek, and you shook your head.
”You’re not.” You said, “You don’t have to babysit me.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what are you doing?”
He smiled, then nodded as if to say okay…
“I’m taking my girl to her seat,” His hand found yours again. “Then, if you’re happy and settled with a drink and some snacks…” A playful smile tugged at his lips. “Then I’ll disappear for ten minutes, say hello to everyone, and come straight back.”
“…Ten minutes?” You smirked.
“I promise.”
“You won’t get caught talking?”
“I probably will, but I’ll tell them someone’s waiting for me.”
Your stomach fluttered.
“Someone special?” You teased, remembering what you had heard over the phone. And he smiled without a hint of teasing this time.
“Exactly.” He kissed your forehead, “And if I see Ricky back there, I’m telling him-”
“No, Noah!” You laughed. “You’re not telling him anything!”
“What? He deserves to know that he missed his chance.” Noah grinned.
“Oh my god...” You shook your head.
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself now. Then you let him lace his fingers through yours, and he led you further down another corridor then up some stairs, then down another corridor. You had no idea where you were being taken to, but eventually, you ran into another member of staff, who smiled the moment he recognised Noah.
“Evening, Noah.”
“Hey.”
The staff member scanned both of your passes before pushing the door open.
“Enjoy the show, man.”
“Thanks.”
You stepped through the door first, and immediately gasped.
“Wow…”
The room was beautiful. It wasn’t enormous, but there was plenty of space. In the middle of the room was a leather couch, and behind it was a table already laid out with drinks and bowls of snacks. Then you stepped over to the balcony, where there were seats that overlooked the stage.
“Is this just for us?” You asked, and Noah nodded his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he took in how amazed you were at something that felt so simple to him.
You held onto the railing as you looked over the balcony.
“No way...”
Thousands of people were slowly filling the arena below, and you couldn’t believe how close the stage was.
“Noah,” You turned to him, your eyes wide. “This is incredible.”
“I thought you’d like it.” He said simply.
“I thought we were gonna be somewhere at the back.”
He laughed.
“Not a chance… it's better here. Better view, better seats, more privacy.”
You didn't know quite how to express your gratitude, besides a simple,
“Thank you.”
He shrugged almost bashfully.
“I wanted tonight to be special.”
“It already is…” You smiled softly... then you suddenly reached for your bag. “Oh! I should get a picture for Tom!” You grinned as you pulled your phone out of your bag.
“Want me to get one of you?” He asked, and for a moment you thought about it… then you shook your head.
“No.” You grinned, “You need to be in it too.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Me?”
You nodded your head.
“Besides the dirty ones on your phone, I don't think we have any pictures together.”
He chuckled.
“Fair point.”
He wandered over, and crouched down a little as he stood beside you.
“Ready?”
“Yep.”
You lifted your phone again, stretching your arm out.
“Smile.”
“I am smiling.”
“You don’t look like it. Smile harder.”
He rolled his eyes dramatically before softening into a genuine smile.
“There… perfect!”
You grinned at the screen, taking a couple pictures, and just as you went to press the button a third time, you felt soft lips press against your cheek.
You put your phone back downa nd instantly tapped on the photo, and felt your cheeks start to burn. It looked quite romantic, his lips on your skin, your smile, his eyes closed, the lights from the arena behind you.
“Send those to me.” He said as he straightened up and gently tapped your hip. “We look cute.”
You stared at it for another second.
“Yeah…” You smiled to yourself. “We do.”
You quickly sent the picture to Noah, deciding you won’t tell Tom until after it’s over. So you slipped your phone into your bag, and when you looked back up, Noah was already watching you with that soft look on his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm…” You narrowed your eyes, unconvinced.
But he just smiled.
“I was just wondering if you’re still okay with me disappearing for a few minutes.”
You looked around your little private box again- at the sofa, the drinks and snacks, the stage… and you smiled.
“Yeah, of course.”
“You sure?”
You nodded your head, and he gently pulled you closer.
“If at any point you want me back, just text me.”
“I will.” You smiled.
“And if Ricky somehow finds his way up here, tell him to back off.”
You burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Noah.”
“I need to cover all possibilities, baby.” He smirked, then leaned down and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around you. “I won’t be long.”
“I know.”
He gave you one last squeeze before stepping back.
“I’ll make sure I’m back before the lights go down.”
“That’s okay.”
He gave you one last smile, then he turned and disappeared through the door. Then after it clicked shut behind him, you were left alone in a private box in a huge arena…
You slowly turned back towards the stage, just trying to take it all in. The crowd was growing by the minute, the seats were starting to fill out, and the sound of chattering filled the silence Noah left behind.
You smiled to yourself.
This was your life now.
A month ago, you were worrying your landlord was going to kick you out because you were behind on rent, you’d been counting tips at the end of every shift, wondering if you’d have enough left over after bills to treat yourself to takeout. And now, you were standing in a private suite at a sold out arena, with an all access pass, all because… you weren’t really sure. Was it because he liked the way you made his coffee, was it because he felt sorry for you… or was it deeper than that?
You shook your head, trying to shake the thought away, knowing Noah wouldn’t want you to think that. So instead, you put your bag down on the couch and picked up a water bottle, and waited for Noah to come back.
…
The first opener was amazing, you had never heard of them before, but you were blown away. God, you’d forgotten how much you loved the feeling of being at a show.
You found yourself nodding along, not knowing any of the words, your drink forgotten on the little table beside you as Noah silently watched you more than he watched the performance.
“You like them?”
“Yeah, they’re so good!”
“I thought you would.”
Between the songs he’d tell you little things about the bands, “They’re from Australia”, “They’ve been touring nonstop”, “I wrote with their guitarist a couple of years ago”, “I’m in a group chat with the vocalist…”
You’d look at him in awe every single time.
“You just know everyone.”
He laughed.
“It’s a small world.”
Noah teased you relentlessly while Motionless were on the stage, every time Ricky did something he’d make a comment, “Hey, did you just see what your boyfriend did?”, “Isn’t your boyfriend such a great singer?”, “Fuck, I wish I was as talented as your boyfriend.”
You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow, or groaning dramatically. But he loved seeing you react, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Then eventually, the giant backdrop changed, and it’s like the stage grew bigger. Crew members walked out with more equipment and started putting things into places. You leaned over the balcony railing, watching it all happen.
Then, after a little while, the lights all went out again. The suspense made you giddy as you squeezed Noah’s hand.
“Oh my god!!” You yelped, then music began playing, and after another moment… “There they are!”
Noah looked over at you just in time to see the biggest grin spread across your face.
“Happy?”
“So happy!” You beamed.
The entire show was just unbelievable, you didn’t have a better word for it. The lights and the visuals, the crowd singing along to every word. Even from your private balcony, you could feel the energy radiating off the audience below.
You were even dancing and singing along, which made Noah smirk.
“I didn’t know you knew all the words.”
“I know enough.” You laughed.
Then, a few songs later you found yourself leaning on the railing, watching the mosh pit.
“You know, I actually saw them once before.” You said as you sat back in your seat.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm, a few years ago.” You said, then hesitated before adding, “With my ex.”
Noah’s expression stayed calm.
“How was it?”
You snorted.
“Well, it was going really well…” He already knew from your tone that there was a story coming. “…Until he decided jumping into the mosh pit was a brilliant idea. He got into a fight, and came back with a bloody nose because apparently somebody shoved him.”
Noah stared at you for a moment before shaking his head.
“…Fucking idiot.”
You burst out laughing.
“I know! That’s what I said.”
Noah just shook his head.
“You go to a concert where everyone’s pushing each other… then gets angry because someone pushed him?”
“That’s just the kind of person he was.” You sighed. “I remember spending most of the night worrying about him.”
Noah looked at you for a second, then he gently brushed his fingers against yours.
“I’m glad tonight’s different.”
“So am I.” You smiled.
Another song came to an end, and you caught Noah glancing towards the side of the stage, then checking the time on his phone.
“…Hey.”
“Hm?” You looked up.
“I’ve just got to disappear for a minute.”
You frowned.
“Now?”
“I’ll be right back.” He smiled reassuringly. “I promise.”
You looked at him curiously.
“…Is everything okay?” You asked.
He just nodded your head and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Yeah. Enjoy this one.”
Then without another word, he left again. You frowned when the door shut behind him. That was weird…
Your mind immediately betrayed you. Was it because I mentioned my ex? Did I upset him? You shook your head. Don’t be ridiculous.
Still, you couldn’t help but glance towards the door every few moments. He’s taking his time, you thought. Another song finished and he still hadn’t returned.
It’s probably nothing. He might’ve just got stopped by a fan, if anyone recognised him. But your attention was brought back to the stage again when Oli stepped up to the microphone.
“Alright…” The crowd quietened. “We’ve got a little surprise tonight.”
The crowd wooo’d so loud before he even finished his sentence, and you grinned, wondering what it could be.
Then your face dropped as a figure dressed entirely in black stepped out.
Your heart stopped, and the crowd screamed so loudly, but you couldn’t hear a thing.
Because Noah just walked out on to the stage with a microphone in his hand.
You stumbled as you rose to your feet to get a better view. Oli walked over with a huge grin, throwing an arm around Noah’s shoulders before saying something into the microphone that was lost beneath twenty thousand people screaming.
He hadn’t left because he was upset. He hadn’t left because of your ex. He’d left because he was about to walk onto one of the biggest stages in the country, and didn’t even think to let you know?!
You couldn’t stop smiling. He looked so fucking good out there, and he completely blew you away with his singing and screaming… he was really good.
You didn’t feel like you were in your own body while he was performing, it all felt like a dream, until the door to the suite opened a couple of minutes later.
Noah stepped inside, slightly out of breath, a little flushed from the performance, his hair messier than before. He barely had time to smile.
“Hey, baby-”
You rushed across the room in three quick steps, and your hands caught either side of his face. Then you kissed him, hard. Full of adrenaline and excitement- you could still hear the crowd as he laughed softly into the kiss, one arm wrapping around your waist to steady you.
When you finally pulled back, you were almost breathless.
“That.” You pointed a finger at him. “…Was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t act humble, Noah.” You narrowed your eyes on him, “You walked out in front of thousands of people… and you looked like…” You searched for the words before simply giving up. “…You looked like a rock star!”
He couldn’t help but smirk.
“I am one.”
“Oh, shut up.” You shook your head, making him laugh. “Here I was thinking you left because I upset you-”
His expression softened immediately, and interrupted you.
“What?”
You paused for a moment, chewing on your lip.
“When you left, I thought maybe it was because I mentioned my ex… I thought I annoyed you.”
His face fell.
“Oh, sweetheart.” His hands found yours. “Not even for a second.”
“I know that now.”
…
There were only a few songs left, and somehow each one felt better than the last. And now, every time Oli wandered near the side of the stage, you’d grin to yourself.
“You were just down there…” You whispered to Noah halfway through another song.
“I know.”
“It’s still so crazy to me.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Noah smiled, patting your thigh. But you didn’t think you ever would.
When the final song ended, confetti cannons exploded over the crowd, and for one last time, the crowd went crazy. You found yourself clapping until your hands hurt, and as the lights slowly came back up, you turned to Noah.
“This might’ve actually been one of the best nights of my life.”
His smile softened as he stood up, offering his hand to you.
“I’m really glad.”
“Thank you.” You said after a moment, and he squeezed your fingers.
“I wanted to do something special… and after the week you’ve had, I hope it was worth it.”
“It really was.”
The two of you lingered there for another minute, watching as thousands of people slowly began filing towards the exits.
Your ears were ringing, and your heart was racing, yet you felt like you could run a marathon with the adrenaline that was coursing through you.
“So,” Noah smiled as he picked up his jacket. “You ready to head back to the hotel?”
You nodded your head.
“But I’m way too awake to go to bed anytime soon.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, I don’t think either of us are sleeping just yet.”
Still buzzing with adrenaline, you walked hand in hand, following him back through the quiet corridors, the echoes of the concert still ringing in your ears.
You left through the back, the same way you came in, and there was already a driver waiting to take you back to the hotel. And even in the back seat of the car, you were still buzzing, and you couldn’t stop talking.
“I still can’t believe you did that.”
Noah smiled to himself from beside you in the back of the cab.
“I know.”
“No, seriously.” You laughed. “I thought you were annoyed, then suddenly you’re on the stage!?”
He chuckled.
“Was I good though?”
You laughed, resting your head against the seat.
“Yes! And oh my god, you were so hot.”
He looked sideways at you over the top of his sunglasses that he slipped back on before leaving.
“Still thinking about that?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
His smile widened.
“I don’t think you’ve ever kissed me like that before.”
“Can you blame me? I didn’t know you sounded like… that!”
He frowned playfully.
“…That?”
“You were screaming and growling! And doing those… those monster noises!”
He burst out laughing.
“‘Monster noises?’”
“You know what I mean!”
“Yeah, I do those.” He he chuckled.
“I had no idea!”
He couldn’t stop smiling now.
“Well, you’ve never asked.”
“I didn’t know there was anything to ask! I always thought you’d like to keep me and your work separate…”
His face softened.
“Why’d you think that?”
You shrugged, not really wanting to talk about that right now, after having such fun tonight. So you decided to change the subject.
“I was wondering, when you go on tour…”
“Yes?”
“Can I…” You hesitated. “…Can I come and see you at a show?”
“You just did.” He smirked.
“I know, but…” You smiled shyly. “I wanna see one of your own shows. I know I’ll be working most of the time, but if there’s ever one near enough-”
He reached across the seat and took your hand.
“Sweetheart.”
“Hm?”
“It’s already sorted.”
“…What?” You asked.
“You’re on the guest list, there’s a couple dates where you’re not working, so I sorted it out.”
“You already planned it?”
“I haven’t booked plane tickets or anything yet because I didn’t know if you’d want to come out and see me… but yeah.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest.
“So if you want to come” He squeezed your hand. “There’ll be tickets waiting for you.”
You stared at him.
“You really thought about all of that?”
“Of course I did.” He said like it was obvious, like there had never been another option. “I want you there.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.
“I’d love that.” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
…
By the time you reached the hotel, neither of you had really come down from the adrenaline. You were still giggling in the elevator, replaying moments from the show, teasing Noah about how you’ve never heard so many women squeal the way they did when he appeared on the stage. He simply rolled his eyes, and teased you back just as much, making comments about Ricky again.
Them the elevator doors opened, and you wandered down the corridor towards your room. You waited just outside the door as Noah patted his pockets down for the key card, before holding it open for you.
And the moment the door shut behind you, you kicked your boots off with a groan.
“Why do my feet hurt so much if we were sitting for most of it?”
“Was it worth it, though?” Noah smirked.
“So worth it.”
Then you glanced down at yourself. Your leather top was sticking to your skin, the necklaces were starting to feel claustrophobic and you rubbed at your eye, completely forgetting about your makeup.
“I feel disgusting.” You groaned.
Noah chuckled as he tossed his cap onto the dresser.
“You’re still beautiful to me, baby.”
You side eyed him as if to say yeah right.
“I think I need a shower.”
“Then take a shower.”
You looked up.
“You’d be okay with that?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He walked over, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Go, take your time, sweetheart.”
“You don’t mind waiting?”
“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.
You smiled back at him.
“…Okay. And when I get out,” a little cheeky smirk spread across your face, “Do you think we can test out that new toy?”
Noah smirked, sitting back on the bed.
“Of course we can.” He spread his legs out slightly.
You nodded and reached for your little wash bag before disappearing into the bathroom, already looking forward to washing away the sweat and makeup from the evening.
As the door clicked shut behind you, Noah let out a quiet breath and smiled to himself. Tonight had gone exactly the way he’d hoped… but you didn’t know he had one last surprise in store.
You showered in peace, not rushing yourself as you washed off the sweat and makeup, until you finally felt clean.
You stepped out and reached for a towel, wrapping it around yourself before turning to the sink to do your skincare. You could picture Noah on the bed already, laying back in just a pair of grey sweats or black shorts, scrolling on his phone or switching through the channels on the TV.
You were smiling to yourself, thinking about how nice the evening had been, then you pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.
Then you immediately stopped in your tracks.
Holy shit.
In front of you, on the bed, Noah was lying there completely naked. Well, completely naked besides the black ski mask that was pulled over his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible.
His tattoos were on full display across his body, standing out against the white bedding. One arm was tucked casually behind his head, looking so relaxed and confident… while his other hand held the wand vibrator you had bought this morning. He was slowly dragging the rounded head of the toy along the length of his thick, hard cock that rested against his lower stomach.
Fuck, he looked so powerful, and almost a little intimidating…
The moment he noticed you in the doorway, his eyes met yours through the mask, and a slow, predatory smirk tugged at his mouth. You felt your breath catch, you couldn’t even think straight as heat flooded between your thighs.
At first, Noah didn't move. He just kept slowly dragging the vibrating head along his cock, and down to his balls, watching you with dark, hungry eyes.
“Hi, princess,” he said, his voice low and a little teasing. “Took you long enough.”
He gave his cock another slow stroke with the toy, letting you watch it drag over every inch of him. The way he was was touching himself so casually while wearing nothing but the mask made your stomach flutter, and you swallowed hard, trying so hard to stop your head from spinning.
Noah tilted his head a little, his eyes dragging over your body.
“Drop the towel, sweet girl,” he said softly, but there was no mistaking the command in his tone. “I want to see you.”
You stood there for a second, your heart racing, your brain turning to mush- and Noah’s smirk just grew.
“C’mon, don’t get shy on me now, baby. You bought this toy for me… so I could use it on you. Come here and get on the bed.”
He spread his legs a little wider, making the view even more obscene- his hard cock, the buzzing vibrator, the mask, the tattoos, all of it on full display as he waited for you.
“I’ve been thinking about this since you handed it to me earlier, I can’t believe you went out and got this without me even having to ask…” He said, before a low groan slipped his lips. “Now get on this bed and let me show you how I reward my good girl.”
Content warning: consensual non-consent (CNC), smut (p in v, oral sex), filth, power play, fake age gap
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: This is just me finishing a fic my previously horny self wrote as I take a breather from my hectic sched (August just couldn't come sooner). This might make some uncomfortable, so please, for the love of god, heed the content warning stated above.
Second drawer of his bedside table. Take his watch and bring it back to me. Do not get caught.
Those exact words from the estate’s ‘chief security’ were still ringing in your head while you stood frozen in place, heart hammering through your chest as you felt your entire body go cold.
There really was no other way out now, it seemed.
“Well? Care to explain yourself?”
The heavy gold watch dangled around your trembling fingers, its owner awaiting your response as he leaned against the doorframe. His voice remained low, his face clearly unamused with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
Who on earth would be amused anyway if you caught one of your housemaids stealing your Rolex?
It’s not like one watch would make a dent in his net worth, but that’s besides the point.
It was just your third day at your job in the estate, and you already found yourself in trouble with none other than your boss, Mr. Noah Davis.
“Sir, I’m sorry… i-it was Chad who asked me to do this.”
You carefully placed his watch on the small table as you heard him huff.
“What, you didn’t even question him? Ask him why the fuck he would need my watch?”
“I- I’m not… I don’t—“
He cut you off with a loud scoff, his lips tugged by a devilish grin as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
“You do know I could get you fired and file a case against you, right?”
You gulped, eyes going wide as your hands started nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as if the piece of cotton would provide you with respite of any kind.
“Sir, p-please… I’m sorry, I-I’ll do anything,” you stuttered as you saw Noah’s smirk grow wider.
“How old are you again?”
“I’m 21, sir,” you quietly answered, biting your lip hard. “Please… I won’t– I won’t do this again. You can report me to the agency, sir, but p-please… I can’t go to jail. My family needs me.”
He snickered, “Do you know what they do to pretty and innocent girls like you in jail?”
You shook your head as tears brimmed in your eyes.
Clearly amused at your pitiful face, Noah moved closer and towered over your petite frame, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you.
“How about I show you, hm?”
“W-what?” You nervously swallowed.
“How criminals like you get treated in prison.” Slowly, one of his big tattooed hands reached out to your face and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.
You flinched involuntarily at the contact. “S-sir, I don’t understand…”
“Tell me, sweetheart, when was the last time your boyfriend fucked you?”
“H-Huh?”
“That was a simple question. Don’t play dumb with me.” He lifted your chin a bit aggressively, forcing you to look into his eyes as his long fingers started to caress your jaw.
You blinked back your tears as you reluctantly spoke, “I have never… I’ve never had sex, sir.”
Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in amusement, letting out a breathy laugh. “Then you’re really gonna end up being someone’s bitch in jail, young lady.”
“Sir, no, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t send me to the police. I’ll do anything,” you pleaded once again, your knees bucking as you awkwardly kneeled in front of your boss. You tilted your head up to not break eye contact, hoping the man in front of you could see the sincerity of your apologies.
Noah continued to enjoy the sight in front of him as you begged with clasped hands and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
He could really have fun with you his way then.
“Hm… what a good girl you are… already in position,” he taunted before unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He shamelessly lowered his pants and boxers enough to let his cock free, making your eyes go wide. “Come on, suck me, you little slut.”
You had never seen a dick up close before, yet you already knew he was bigger than average. Despite the shaft looking soft and hanging limply off his trimmed groin, it definitely looked girthy, with a protruding vein adorning its underside.
“Come on,” he repeated, his hand squeezing his shaft as he stroked it. “You’d rather be my bitch now than somebody else’s in prison.”
Letting out a sharp breath, you grabbed his member reluctantly, slowly bringing it closer to your quivering lips. You were not even sure what to do, but decided to place a soft kiss on its head, which automatically made his shaft twitch in your hand. You brought your tongue towards its base, licking all the way up to the tip where you played with the slit, making the man above you groan. With your every move, you felt his cock grow hard, its dark mushroomed tip now starting to glisten with your spit and his own arousal.
“Open your mouth and put it inside; I don’t have forever,” Noah grumbled, grabbing the back of your head to push you towards his pelvis.
You did not dare fight him anymore and did as told.
His now hard cock slid effortlessly inside your mouth, the tip immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
Noah chuckled as he disregarded your discomfort and started thrusting his shaft in and out of you.
You let him use you as he pleased, your hands finding purchase in the muscles of his thighs that clenched in every move.
Spit dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears that found their way down from your cheeks.
Who would have thought you’d end up on your knees sucking your boss’s cock in his bedroom today? Letting a man you barely knew use your mouth in the worst way possible?
But better this than jail time. Right?
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You sure you’ve never taken a cock before?” He snickered between his grunts and moans.
You shook your head in response as you looked at his blissed-out face. Your teary eyes continued to plead for him to let you go already.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna–” Noah’s grunts swallowed his words as you felt him shoot spurts of hot cum right into your throat. His cock pulsated in your mouth while your boss stilled and emptied his load in you.
You breathed heavily through your nose, lightly pushing him off you.
Gladly, he finally let you go, making you gasp as you plopped down onto the carpeted floor. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to compose yourself, catching your breath while you let things sink in.
But before you could even get yourself together, you heard Noah speak as he moved across the room.
“Now take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
What?
Noah scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. You did not realize you said that out loud.
“B-but… sir, please.”
“Did I stutter?”
Noah undressed himself completely before walking to the door and locking it. His cock was hard again, standing all red and glistening against his abdomen.
Deep inside, you gawked at the sight. You never thought your boss was fully tattooed from the waist up. And before he took off his shirt, you never thought tattooed guys could get this hot.
You shook off those inappropriate thoughts and went back to worrying about your current situation.
You sat frozen on the floor as your naked boss stood in front of you, his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for you to move.
“So?”
With wobbly legs, you slowly stood up. You swallowed before nodding, your eyes fixated on the ‘Desolate’ typography above his navel.
Hesitantly, you took off your shirt and pants and neatly folded them on the bedside table. You were now standing awkwardly with only your lace bra and panties on, crossing your arms against your chest.
Noah’s eyes raked up and down your semi-exposed body, his cock twitching at the sight of your cleavage and peeping cameltoe.
“Do I really need to manhandle you and rip those off you?”
“Mr. Davis, I-“
“What? Do you want me to call the police instead?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, making your heart race anew.
“No, sir,” you quietly responded. “Please, don’t…”
“Then fucking strip,” he sternly said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he manspread, his cock standing erect as if taunting you once more.
Noah gripped his shaft with one hand while his other scrolled through his phone before bringing the device to his ear.
With eyes wide, you hurriedly unclasped your bra, letting your boobs spring free, making Noah groan quietly. And with no hesitation, you pushed your panties down, revealing your groomed sex to his hungry eyes.
“Sir… please don’t call the police…” Your eyes welled as you heard the other line pick up.
Smirking, he shushed you as he began speaking. “Yeah… cancel all my meetings this afternoon, and make sure no one disturbs me. I’ll be in my room… doing important stuff.”
He hung up and threw his phone on the mattress. But that did not stop your tears from dripping down your cheeks again.
“Now get on the bed; I can’t wait to come inside that virgin little pussy.” Noah pulled you down on the bed, pushing you into position. But you pulled away from his grip and tried to plead one last time.
“Sir, please,” you hiccuped. “Anything but this…”
“Do you know crying turns me on even more?” He whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on your cheeks.
“No, please, sir. I’ll work for you for free, just… not this. Please, not this.” Frantic, you bargained, not knowing what else to offer instead.
He scoffed, not even slightly bothered. If anything, Noah was bothered by your pert nipples that hardened from the room temperature and were now begging to be sucked by his lips.
His hands found your breasts, palms pushing your chest as your back hit the mattress. “You should’ve thought twice about stealing from me then. Now spread those legs and let me see that pussy.”
Noah licked his lips as you reluctantly opened your legs for him. He crawled towards you and pried your knees apart to spread you even wider; the cold breeze from the AC hit your exposed folds, making you shiver.
“Fuck, I haven’t been with a virgin for so fucking long,” he murmured, his fingers starting to rub along your puffy folds, opening your lips to expose your pink clenching entrance to his lust-filled eyes. “Shit, look how tiny you are. My cock’s gonna ruin you.”
Before you could even respond and beg for him to stop, you yelped at the sudden feeling of his wet tongue licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds, his stubble grazing your inner thighs making you shiver.
You squealed, trying to close your thighs to push him away, but Noah’s large hands forced them open. He was gripping you so hard you could already feel them bruising.
“There’s no point hiding or running away from me, sweetheart. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to fuck you anywhere in this house, even in front of people,” he said before his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh. “Now if I were you, just fucking relax and enjoy this.”
Then his finger poked your entrance and slid inside you inch by inch, making you feel the ridges of his bony digit.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing from the stinging sensation.
“Holy shit, you are so tight. How will you be able to take my cock?” He asked mockingly as he moved his finger in and out of your pussy. Noah dived right back and nibbled on your folds, covering you in his spit.
You could feel the end of the bed rocking, and when you dared look down, you saw him grinding against the mattress, his butt clenching with his movements.
Cursing, a whole new wave of panic crashed into you as Noah’s lips and fingers left your now throbbing pussy. He stood on his knees between your open thighs, one hand stroking his leaking cock while the other kept you spread.
“Sir… no,” you cried.
He tut-tutted, his large frame hovering over you. Smirking, he leaned down to place a kiss on your lower abdomen, up to your navel, ascending towards your heaving chest. He pecked both of your nipples, and as he wrapped his lips around one, you felt his bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, making you gasp and cry harder.
You tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but Noah’s big tattooed body pressed you completely helpless against his soft sheets.
The pressure of his tip poking into you increased, and you felt your entrance stretch as he pushed his cock into you— slow but hard enough to make you feel the burn.
“It hurts…” You whimpered.
“Hm, really?” He mumbled against your nipple, releasing it with a pop. “Too bad I don’t go easy on pretty little thieves.”
A fresh batch of tears trickled down your temple as you silently cursed, face all scrunched up, making Noah giggle on top of you.
“You look so cute crying, taking cock for the first time. I would’ve loved making love with you, but… maybe next time.”
With that, he slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream, hands curled around his sheets.
“Fuck me, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.”
Noah’s lips moved up to your collarbone, towards the crook of your neck where he kissed and sucked until a purple bruise bloomed on your skin. An involuntary moan left your mouth, making him smirk.
“Are you enjoying this?”
You shook your head no, mouth continued to silently plead for him to stop.
“You better not be,” he grunted as he moved back to his knees and started pounding into you like a madman. “'Cause this is your punishment for stealing from me. You steal my watch; I steal your pussy.”
Noah slammed hard again, letting out shameless moans as you felt his movements stuttering.
“Are you on the pill?” He turned your head aggressively so you could look at him. “Answer me.”
“No, sir,” you whimpered.
He chuckled, his thrusts now faltering bit by bit. “Okay, just pray that I don’t get you pregnant.”
“Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what?” He taunted, groaning as he felt himself reaching his high.
“Not inside me, sir… please.”
He smirked. “Just imagine what other people would say about you. Little virgin new girl sleeping with the boss...”
You cried hard, your legs trying to push him away, but again to no avail.
“Fuck… I can imagine your stomach swollen with my baby inside you. Fuck…”
And with that, strings of curses left Noah’s mouth as he slammed into you one last time. Warm spurts of his come shoot inside your contracting walls, making you squirm underneath him.
His cock stilled, throbbing heavily. His body went limp on top of you as he calmed himself down, his face buried into your neck as both of your heavy breaths went in sync.
It did not take long for you to hear him chuckle against your skin, and when he pushed himself up, both of you stared into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.
“Noah, what the fuck was that?” You playfully swatted his sweaty chest.
“What? Baby, I should be the one asking you that. That was your idea,” your boyfriend countered, giggling as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you were amazing,” you said, smiling, feeling his warm palm caress your cheek.
“You were, too.” He captured your lips with his for the first time since you started this bit. “Who would’ve thought you had this in you? You little thief.”
You rolled your eyes before placing a peck on the side of his lips.
Content warning: consensual non-consent (CNC), smut (p in v, oral sex), filth, power play
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: This is just me finishing a fic my previously horny self wrote as I take a breather from my hectic sched (August just couldn't come sooner). This might make some uncomfortable, so please, for the love of god, heed the content warning stated above.
Second drawer of his bedside table. Take his watch and bring it back to me. Do not get caught.
Those exact words from the estate’s ‘chief security’ were still ringing in your head while you stood frozen in place, heart hammering through your chest as you felt your entire body go cold.
There really was no other way out now, it seemed.
“Well? Care to explain yourself?”
The heavy gold watch dangled around your trembling fingers, its owner awaiting your response as he leaned against the doorframe. His voice remained low, his face clearly unamused with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
Who on earth would be amused anyway if you caught one of your housemaids stealing your Rolex?
It’s not like one watch would make a dent in his net worth, but that’s besides the point.
It was just your third day at your job in the estate, and you already found yourself in trouble with none other than your boss, Mr. Noah Davis.
“Sir, I’m sorry… i-it was Chad who asked me to do this.”
You carefully placed his watch on the small table as you heard him huff.
“What, you didn’t even question him? Ask him why the fuck he would need my watch?”
“I- I’m not… I don’t—“
He cut you off with a loud scoff, his lips tugged by a devilish grin as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
“You do know I could get you fired and file a case against you, right?”
You gulped, eyes going wide as your hands started nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as if the piece of cotton would provide you with respite of any kind.
“Sir, p-please… I’m sorry, I-I’ll do anything,” you stuttered as you saw Noah’s smirk grow wider.
“How old are you again?”
“I’m 21, sir,” you quietly answered, biting your lip hard. “Please… I won’t– I won’t do this again. You can report me to the agency, sir, but p-please… I can’t go to jail. My family needs me.”
He snickered, “Do you know what they do to pretty and innocent girls like you in jail?”
You shook your head as tears brimmed in your eyes.
Clearly amused at your pitiful face, Noah moved closer and towered over your petite frame, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you.
“How about I show you, hm?”
“W-what?” You nervously swallowed.
“How criminals like you get treated in prison.” Slowly, one of his big tattooed hands reached out to your face and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.
You flinched involuntarily at the contact. “S-sir, I don’t understand…”
“Tell me, sweetheart, when was the last time your boyfriend fucked you?”
“H-Huh?”
“That was a simple question. Don’t play dumb with me.” He lifted your chin a bit aggressively, forcing you to look into his eyes as his long fingers started to caress your jaw.
You blinked back your tears as you reluctantly spoke, “I have never… I’ve never had sex, sir.”
Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in amusement, letting out a breathy laugh. “Then you’re really gonna end up being someone’s bitch in jail, young lady.”
“Sir, no, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t send me to the police. I’ll do anything,” you pleaded once again, your knees bucking as you awkwardly kneeled in front of your boss. You tilted your head up to not break eye contact, hoping the man in front of you could see the sincerity of your apologies.
Noah continued to enjoy the sight in front of him as you begged with clasped hands and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
He could really have fun with you his way then.
“Hm… what a good girl you are… already in position,” he taunted before unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He shamelessly lowered his pants and boxers enough to let his cock free, making your eyes go wide. “Come on, suck me, you little slut.”
You had never seen a dick up close before, yet you already knew he was bigger than average. Despite the shaft looking soft and hanging limply off his trimmed groin, it definitely looked girthy, with a protruding vein adorning its underside.
“Come on,” he repeated, his hand squeezing his shaft as he stroked it. “You’d rather be my bitch now than somebody else’s in prison.”
Letting out a sharp breath, you grabbed his member reluctantly, slowly bringing it closer to your quivering lips. You were not even sure what to do, but decided to place a soft kiss on its head, which automatically made his shaft twitch in your hand. You brought your tongue towards its base, licking all the way up to the tip where you played with the slit, making the man above you groan. With your every move, you felt his cock grow hard, its dark mushroomed tip now starting to glisten with your spit and his own arousal.
“Open your mouth and put it inside; I don’t have forever,” Noah grumbled, grabbing the back of your head to push you towards his pelvis.
You did not dare fight him anymore and did as told.
His now hard cock slid effortlessly inside your mouth, the tip immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
Noah chuckled as he disregarded your discomfort and started thrusting his shaft in and out of you.
You let him use you as he pleased, your hands finding purchase in the muscles of his thighs that clenched in every move.
Spit dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears that found their way down from your cheeks.
Who would have thought you’d end up on your knees sucking your boss’s cock in his bedroom today? Letting a man you barely knew use your mouth in the worst way possible?
But better this than jail time. Right?
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You sure you’ve never taken a cock before?” He snickered between his grunts and moans.
You shook your head in response as you looked at his blissed-out face. Your teary eyes continued to plead for him to let you go already.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna–” Noah’s grunts swallowed his words as you felt him shoot spurts of hot cum right into your throat. His cock pulsated in your mouth while your boss stilled and emptied his load in you.
You breathed heavily through your nose, lightly pushing him off you.
Gladly, he finally let you go, making you gasp as you plopped down onto the carpeted floor. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to compose yourself, catching your breath while you let things sink in.
But before you could even get yourself together, you heard Noah speak as he moved across the room.
“Now take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
What?
Noah scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. You did not realize you said that out loud.
“B-but… sir, please.”
“Did I stutter?”
Noah undressed himself completely before walking to the door and locking it. His cock was hard again, standing all red and glistening against his abdomen.
Deep inside, you gawked at the sight. You never thought your boss was fully tattooed from the waist up. And before he took off his shirt, you never thought tattooed guys could get this hot.
You shook off those inappropriate thoughts and went back to worrying about your current situation.
You sat frozen on the floor as your naked boss stood in front of you, his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for you to move.
“So?”
With wobbly legs, you slowly stood up. You swallowed before nodding, your eyes fixated on the ‘Desolate’ typography above his navel.
Hesitantly, you took off your shirt and pants and neatly folded them on the bedside table. You were now standing awkwardly with only your lace bra and panties on, crossing your arms against your chest.
Noah’s eyes raked up and down your semi-exposed body, his cock twitching at the sight of your cleavage and peeping cameltoe.
“Do I really need to manhandle you and rip those off you?”
“Mr. Davis, I-“
“What? Do you want me to call the police instead?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, making your heart race anew.
“No, sir,” you quietly responded. “Please, don’t…”
“Then fucking strip,” he sternly said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he manspread, his cock standing erect as if taunting you once more.
Noah gripped his shaft with one hand while his other scrolled through his phone before bringing the device to his ear.
With eyes wide, you hurriedly unclasped your bra, letting your boobs spring free, making Noah groan quietly. And with no hesitation, you pushed your panties down, revealing your groomed sex to his hungry eyes.
“Sir… please don’t call the police…” Your eyes welled as you heard the other line pick up.
Smirking, he shushed you as he began speaking. “Yeah… cancel all my meetings this afternoon, and make sure no one disturbs me. I’ll be in my room… doing important stuff.”
He hung up and threw his phone on the mattress. But that did not stop your tears from dripping down your cheeks again.
“Now get on the bed; I can’t wait to come inside that virgin little pussy.” Noah pulled you down on the bed, pushing you into position. But you pulled away from his grip and tried to plead one last time.
“Sir, please,” you hiccuped. “Anything but this…”
“Do you know crying turns me on even more?” He whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on your cheeks.
“No, please, sir. I’ll work for you for free, just… not this. Please, not this.” Frantic, you bargained, not knowing what else to offer instead.
He scoffed, not even slightly bothered. If anything, Noah was bothered by your pert nipples that hardened from the room temperature and were now begging to be sucked by his lips.
His hands found your breasts, palms pushing your chest as your back hit the mattress. “You should’ve thought twice about stealing from me then. Now spread those legs and let me see that pussy.”
Noah licked his lips as you reluctantly opened your legs for him. He crawled towards you and pried your knees apart to spread you even wider; the cold breeze from the AC hit your exposed folds, making you shiver.
“Fuck, I haven’t been with a virgin for so fucking long,” he murmured, his fingers starting to rub along your puffy folds, opening your lips to expose your pink clenching entrance to his lust-filled eyes. “Shit, look how tiny you are. My cock’s gonna ruin you.”
Before you could even respond and beg for him to stop, you yelped at the sudden feeling of his wet tongue licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds, his stubble grazing your inner thighs making you shiver.
You squealed, trying to close your thighs to push him away, but Noah’s large hands forced them open. He was gripping you so hard you could already feel them bruising.
“There’s no point hiding or running away from me, sweetheart. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to fuck you anywhere in this house, even in front of people,” he said before his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh. “Now if I were you, just fucking relax and enjoy this.”
Then his finger poked your entrance and slid inside you inch by inch, making you feel the ridges of his bony digit.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing from the stinging sensation.
“Holy shit, you are so tight. How will you be able to take my cock?” He asked mockingly as he moved his finger in and out of your pussy. Noah dived right back and nibbled on your folds, covering you in his spit.
You could feel the end of the bed rocking, and when you dared look down, you saw him grinding against the mattress, his butt clenching with his movements.
Cursing, a whole new wave of panic crashed into you as Noah’s lips and fingers left your now throbbing pussy. He stood on his knees between your open thighs, one hand stroking his leaking cock while the other kept you spread.
“Sir… no,” you cried.
He tut-tutted, his large frame hovering over you. Smirking, he leaned down to place a kiss on your lower abdomen, up to your navel, ascending towards your heaving chest. He pecked both of your nipples, and as he wrapped his lips around one, you felt his bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, making you gasp and cry harder.
You tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but Noah’s big tattooed body pressed you completely helpless against his soft sheets.
The pressure of his tip poking into you increased, and you felt your entrance stretch as he pushed his cock into you— slow but hard enough to make you feel the burn.
“It hurts…” You whimpered.
“Hm, really?” He mumbled against your nipple, releasing it with a pop. “Too bad I don’t go easy on pretty little thieves.”
A fresh batch of tears trickled down your temple as you silently cursed, face all scrunched up, making Noah giggle on top of you.
“You look so cute crying, taking cock for the first time. I would’ve loved making love with you, but… maybe next time.”
With that, he slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream, hands curled around his sheets.
“Fuck me, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.”
Noah’s lips moved up to your collarbone, towards the crook of your neck where he kissed and sucked until a purple bruise bloomed on your skin. An involuntary moan left your mouth, making him smirk.
“Are you enjoying this?”
You shook your head no, mouth continued to silently plead for him to stop.
“You better not be,” he grunted as he moved back to his knees and started pounding into you like a madman. “'Cause this is your punishment for stealing from me. You steal my watch; I steal your pussy.”
Noah slammed hard again, letting out shameless moans as you felt his movements stuttering.
“Are you on the pill?” He turned your head aggressively so you could look at him. “Answer me.”
“No, sir,” you whimpered.
He chuckled, his thrusts now faltering bit by bit. “Okay, just pray that I don’t get you pregnant.”
“Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what?” He taunted, groaning as he felt himself reaching his high.
“Not inside me, sir… please.”
He smirked. “Just imagine what other people would say about you. Little virgin new girl sleeping with the boss...”
You cried hard, your legs trying to push him away, but again to no avail.
“Fuck… I can imagine your stomach swollen with my baby inside you. Fuck…”
And with that, strings of curses left Noah’s mouth as he slammed into you one last time. Warm spurts of his come shoot inside your contracting walls, making you squirm underneath him.
His cock stilled, throbbing heavily. His body went limp on top of you as he calmed himself down, his face buried into your neck as both of your heavy breaths went in sync.
It did not take long for you to hear him chuckle against your skin, and when he pushed himself up, both of you stared into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.
“Noah, what the fuck was that?” You playfully swatted his sweaty chest.
“What? Baby, I should be the one asking you that. That was your idea,” your boyfriend countered, giggling as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you were amazing,” you said, smiling, feeling his warm palm caress your cheek.
“You were, too.” He captured your lips with his for the first time since you started this bit. “Who would’ve thought you had this in you? You little thief.”
You rolled your eyes before placing a peck on the side of his lips.
Content warning: consensual non-consent (CNC), smut (p in v, oral sex), filth, power play
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: This is just me finishing a fic my previously horny self wrote as I take a breather from my hectic sched (August just couldn't come sooner). This might make some uncomfortable, so please, for the love of god, heed the content warning stated above.
Second drawer of his bedside table. Take his watch and bring it back to me. Do not get caught.
Those exact words from the estate’s ‘chief security’ were still ringing in your head while you stood frozen in place, heart hammering through your chest as you felt your entire body go cold.
There really was no other way out now, it seemed.
“Well? Care to explain yourself?”
The heavy gold watch dangled around your trembling fingers, its owner awaiting your response as he leaned against the doorframe. His voice remained low, his face clearly unamused with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
Who on earth would be amused anyway if you caught one of your housemaids stealing your Rolex?
It’s not like one watch would make a dent in his net worth, but that’s besides the point.
It was just your third day at your job in the estate, and you found yourself in trouble with none other than your boss, Mr. Noah Davis.
“Sir, I’m sorry… i-it was Chad who asked me to do this.”
You carefully placed his watch on the small table as you heard him huff.
“What, you didn’t even question him? Ask him why the fuck he would need my watch?”
“I- I’m not… I don’t—“
He cut you off with a loud scoff, his lips tugged by a devilish grin as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
“You do know I could get you fired and file a case against you, right?”
You gulped, eyes going wide as your hands started nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as if the piece of cotton would provide you with respite of any kind.
“Sir, p-please… I’m sorry, I-I’ll do anything,” you stuttered as you saw Noah’s smirk grow wider.
“How old are you again?”
“I’m 21, sir,” you quietly answered, biting your lip hard. “Please… I won’t– I won’t do this again. You can report me to the agency, sir, but p-please… I can’t go to jail. My family needs me.”
He snickered, “Do you know what they do to pretty and innocent girls like you in jail?”
You shook your head as tears brimmed in your eyes.
Clearly amused at your pitiful face, Noah moved closer and towered over your petite frame, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you.
“How about I show you, hm?”
“W-what?” You nervously swallowed.
“How criminals like you get treated in prison.” Slowly, one of his big tattooed hands reached out to your face and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.
You flinched involuntarily at the contact. “S-sir, I don’t understand…”
“Tell me, sweetheart, when was the last time your boyfriend fucked you?”
“H-Huh?”
“That was a simple question. Don’t play dumb with me.” He lifted your chin a bit aggressively, forcing you to look into his eyes as his long fingers started to caress your jaw.
You blinked back your tears as you reluctantly spoke, “I have never… I’ve never had sex, sir.”
Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in amusement, letting out a breathy laugh. “Then you’re really gonna end up being someone’s bitch in jail, young lady.”
“Sir, no, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t send me to the police. I’ll do anything,” you pleaded once again, your knees bucking as you awkwardly kneeled in front of your boss. You tilted your head up to not break eye contact, hoping the man in front of you could see the sincerity of your apologies.
Noah continued to enjoy the sight in front of him as you begged with clasped hands and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
He could really have fun with you his way then.
“Hm… what a good girl you are… already in position,” he taunted before unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He shamelessly lowered his pants and boxers enough to let his cock free, making your eyes go wide. “Come on, suck me, you little slut.”
You had never seen a dick up close before, yet you already knew he was big. Despite the shaft looking soft and hanging limply from his trimmed groin, it definitely looked girthy, with a protruding vein adorning its underside.
“Come on,” he repeated, his hand squeezing his shaft as he stroked it. “You’d rather be my bitch now than somebody else’s in prison.”
Letting out a sharp breath, you grabbed his member reluctantly, slowly bringing it closer to your quivering lips. You were not even sure what to do, but decided to place a soft kiss on its head, which automatically made his shaft twitch in your hand. You brought your tongue towards its base, licking all the way up to the tip where you played with the slit, making the man above you groan. With your every move, you felt his cock grow hard, its dark mushroomed tip now starting to glisten with your spit and his own arousal.
“Open your mouth and put it inside; I don’t have forever,” Noah grumbled, grabbing the back of your head to push you towards his pelvis.
You did not dare fight him anymore and did as told.
His now hard cock slid effortlessly inside your mouth, the tip immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
Noah chuckled as he disregarded your discomfort and started thrusting his shaft in and out of you.
You let him use you as he pleased, your hands finding purchase in the muscles of his thighs that clenched in every move.
Spit dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears that found their way down from your cheeks.
Who would have thought you’d end up on your knees sucking your boss’s cock in his bedroom today? Letting a man you barely knew use your mouth in the worst way possible?
But better this than jail time. Right?
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You sure you’ve never taken a cock before?” He snickered between his grunts and moans.
You shook your head in response as you looked at his blissed-out face. Your teary eyes continued to plead for him to let you go already.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna–” Noah’s grunts swallowed his words as you felt him shoot spurts of hot cum right into your throat. His cock pulsated in your mouth while your boss stilled and emptied his load in you.
You breathed heavily through your nose, lightly pushing him off you.
Gladly, he finally let you go, making you gasp as you plopped down onto the carpeted floor. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to compose yourself, catching your breath while you let things sink in.
But before you could even get yourself together, you heard Noah speak as he moved across the room.
“Now take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
What?
Noah scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. You did not realize you said that out loud.
“B-but… sir, please.”
“Did I stutter?”
Noah undressed himself completely before walking to the door and locking it. His cock was hard again, standing all red and glistening against his abdomen.
Deep inside, you gawked at the sight. You never thought your boss was fully tattooed from the waist up. And before he took off his shirt, you never thought tattooed guys could get this hot.
You shook off those inappropriate thoughts and went back to worrying about your current situation.
You sat frozen on the floor as your naked boss stood in front of you, his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for you to move.
“So?”
With wobbly legs, you slowly stood up. You swallowed before nodding, your eyes fixated on the ‘Desolate’ typography above his navel.
Hesitantly, you took off your shirt and pants and neatly folded them on the bedside table. You were now standing awkwardly with only your lace bra and panties on, crossing your arms against your chest.
Noah’s eyes raked up and down your semi-exposed body, his cock twitching at the sight of your cleavage and peeping cameltoe.
“Do I really need to manhandle you and rip those off you?”
“Mr. Davis, I-“
“What? Do you want me to call the police instead?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, making your heart race anew.
“No, sir,” you quietly responded. “Please, don’t…”
“Then fucking strip,” he sternly said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he manspread, his cock standing erect as if taunting you once more.
Noah gripped his shaft with one hand while his other scrolled through his phone before bringing the device to his ear.
With eyes wide, you hurriedly unclasped your bra, letting your boobs spring free, making Noah groan quietly. And with no hesitation, you pushed your panties down, revealing your groomed sex to his hungry eyes.
“Sir… please don’t call the police…” Your eyes welled as you heard the other line pick up.
Smirking, he shushed you as he began speaking. “Yeah… cancel all my meetings this afternoon, and make sure no one disturbs me. I’ll be in my room… doing important stuff.”
He hung up and threw his phone on the mattress. But that did not stop your tears from dripping down your cheeks again.
“Now get on the bed; I can’t wait to come inside that virgin little pussy.” Noah pulled you down on the bed, pushing you into position. But you pulled away from his grip and tried to plead one last time.
“Sir, please,” you hiccuped. “Anything but this…”
“Do you know crying turns me on even more?” He whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on your cheeks.
“No, please, sir. I’ll work for you for free, just… not this. Please, not this.” Frantic, you bargained, not knowing what else to offer instead.
He scoffed, not even slightly bothered. If anything, Noah was bothered by your pert nipples that hardened from the room temperature and were now begging to be sucked by his lips.
His hands found your breasts, palms pushing your chest as your back hit the mattress. “You should’ve thought twice about stealing from me then. Now spread those legs and let me see that pussy.”
Noah licked his lips as you reluctantly opened your legs for him. He crawled towards you and pried your knees apart to spread you even wider; the cold breeze from the AC hit your exposed folds, making you shiver.
“Fuck, I haven’t been with a virgin for so fucking long,” he murmured, his fingers starting to rub along your puffy folds, opening your lips to expose your pink clenching entrance to his lust-filled eyes. “Shit, look how tiny you are. My cock’s gonna ruin you.”
Before you could even respond and beg for him to stop, you yelped at the sudden feeling of his wet tongue licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds.
You squealed, trying to close your thighs to push him away, but Noah’s large hands forced them open. He was gripping you so hard you could already feel them bruising.
“There’s no point hiding or running away from me, sweetheart. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to fuck you anywhere in this house, even in front of people,” he said before his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh. “Now if I were you, just fucking relax and enjoy this.”
Then his finger poked your entrance and slid inside you inch by inch, making you feel the ridges of his bony digit.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing from the stinging sensation.
“Holy shit, you are so tight. How will you be able to take my cock?” He asked mockingly as he moved his finger in and out of your pussy. Noah dived right back and nibbled on your folds, covering you in his spit.
You could feel the end of the bed rocking, and when you dared look down, you saw him grinding against the mattress, his butt clenching with his movements.
Cursing, a whole new wave of panic crashed into you as Noah’s lips and fingers left your now throbbing pussy. He stood on his knees between your open thighs, one hand stroking his leaking cock while the other kept you spread.
“Sir… no,” you cried.
He tut-tutted, his large frame hovering over you. Smirking, he leaned down to place a kiss on your lower abdomen, up to your navel, ascending towards your heaving chest. He pecked both of your nipples, and as he wrapped his lips around one, you felt his bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, making you gasp and cry harder.
You tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but Noah’s big tattooed body pressed you completely helpless against his soft sheets.
The pressure of his tip poking into you increased, and you felt your entrance stretch as he pushed his cock into you— slow but hard enough to make you feel the burn.
“It hurts…” You whimpered.
“Hm, really?” He mumbled against your nipple, releasing it with a pop. “Too bad I don’t go easy on pretty little thieves.”
A fresh batch of tears trickled down your temple as you silently cursed, face all scrunched up, making Noah giggle on top of you.
“You look so cute crying, taking cock for the first time. I would’ve loved making love with you, but… maybe next time.”
With that, he slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream, hands curled around his sheets.
“Fuck me, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.”
Noah’s lips moved up to your collarbone, towards the crook of your neck where he kissed and sucked until a purple bruise bloomed on your skin. An involuntary moan left your mouth, making him smirk.
“Are you enjoying this?”
You shook your head no, mouth continued to silently plead for him to stop.
“You better not be,” he grunted as he moved back to his knees and started pounding into you like a madman. “'Cause this is your punishment for stealing from me. You steal my watch; I steal your pussy.”
Noah slammed hard again, letting out shameless moans as you felt his movements stuttering.
“Are you on the pill?” He turned your head aggressively so you could look at him. “Answer me.”
“No, sir,” you whimpered.
He chuckled, his thrusts now faltering bit by bit. “Okay, just pray that I don’t get you pregnant.”
“Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what?” He taunted, groaning as he felt himself reaching his high.
“Not inside me, sir… please.”
He smirked. “Just imagine what other people would say about you. Little virgin new girl sleeping with the boss...”
You cried hard, your legs trying to push him away, but again to no avail.
“Fuck… I can imagine your stomach swollen with my baby inside you. Fuck…”
And with that, strings of curses left Noah’s mouth as he slammed into you one last time. Warm spurts of his come shoot inside your contracting walls, making you squirm underneath him.
His cock stilled, throbbing heavily. His body went limp on top of you as he calmed himself down, his face buried into your neck as both of your heavy breaths went in sync.
It did not take long for you to hear him chuckle against your skin, and when he pushed himself up, both of you stared into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.
“Noah, what the fuck was that?” You playfully swatted his sweaty chest.
“What? Baby, I should be the one asking you that. That was your idea,” your boyfriend countered, giggling as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you were amazing,” you said, smiling, feeling his warm palm caress your cheek.
“You were, too.” He captured your lips with his for the first time since you started this bit. “Who would’ve thought you had this in you? You little thief.”
You rolled your eyes before placing a peck on the side of his lips.
If i may ask— i have 2 wips that i will work on next (whenever that is), but idk which one to prioritize.
Seven Years pt. 3
Be My Mistake pt. 2 (yes i wrote one)
Voting ended on3h
They have more or less the same word count as of writing but i’ve been going back and forth so if you could lmk which continuation you wanna read first between the two that’d be awesome. ✌🏼
Content warning: consensual non-consent (CNC), smut (p in v, oral sex), filth, role play, power play, fake age gap
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: This is just me finishing a fic my previously horny self wrote as I take a breather from my hectic sched (August just couldn't come sooner). This might make some uncomfortable, so please, for the love of god, heed the content warning stated above.
Second drawer of his bedside table. Take his watch and bring it back to me. Do not get caught.
Those exact words from the estate’s ‘chief security’ were still ringing in your head while you stood frozen in place, heart hammering through your chest as you felt your entire body go cold.
There really was no other way out now, it seemed.
“Well? Care to explain yourself?”
The heavy gold watch dangled around your trembling fingers, its owner awaiting your response as he leaned against the doorframe. His voice remained low, his face clearly unamused with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
Who on earth would be amused anyway if you caught one of your housemaids stealing your Rolex?
It’s not like one watch would make a dent in his net worth, but that’s besides the point.
It was just your third day at your job in the estate, and you already found yourself in trouble with none other than your boss, Mr. Noah Davis.
“Sir, I’m sorry… i-it was Chad who asked me to do this.”
You carefully placed his watch on the small table as you heard him huff.
“What, you didn’t even question him? Ask him why the fuck he would need my watch?”
“I- I’m not… I don’t—“
He cut you off with a loud scoff, his lips tugged by a devilish grin as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
“You do know I could get you fired and file a case against you, right?”
You gulped, eyes going wide as your hands started nervously playing with the hem of your shirt, as if the piece of cotton would provide you with respite of any kind.
“Sir, p-please… I’m sorry, I-I’ll do anything,” you stuttered as you saw Noah’s smirk grow wider.
“How old are you again?”
“I’m 21, sir,” you quietly answered, biting your lip hard. “Please… I won’t– I won’t do this again. You can report me to the agency, sir, but p-please… I can’t go to jail. My family needs me.”
He snickered, “Do you know what they do to pretty and innocent girls like you in jail?”
You shook your head as tears brimmed in your eyes.
Clearly amused at your pitiful face, Noah moved closer and towered over your petite frame, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you.
“How about I show you, hm?”
“W-what?” You nervously swallowed.
“How criminals like you get treated in prison.” Slowly, one of his big tattooed hands reached out to your face and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.
You flinched involuntarily at the contact. “S-sir, I don’t understand…”
“Tell me, sweetheart, when was the last time your boyfriend fucked you?”
“H-Huh?”
“That was a simple question. Don’t play dumb with me.” He lifted your chin a bit aggressively, forcing you to look into his eyes as his long fingers started to caress your jaw.
You blinked back your tears as you reluctantly spoke, “I have never… I’ve never had sex, sir.”
Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in amusement, letting out a breathy laugh. “Then you’re really gonna end up being someone’s bitch in jail, young lady.”
“Sir, no, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t send me to the police. I’ll do anything,” you pleaded once again, your knees bucking as you awkwardly kneeled in front of your boss. You tilted your head up to not break eye contact, hoping the man in front of you could see the sincerity of your apologies.
Noah continued to enjoy the sight in front of him as you begged with clasped hands and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
He could really have fun with you his way then.
“Hm… what a good girl you are… already in position,” he taunted before unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He shamelessly lowered his pants and boxers enough to let his cock free, making your eyes go wide. “Come on, suck me, you little slut.”
You had never seen a dick up close before, yet you already knew he was bigger than average. Despite the shaft looking soft and hanging limply off his trimmed groin, it definitely looked girthy, with a protruding vein adorning its underside.
“Come on,” he repeated, his hand squeezing his shaft as he stroked it. “You’d rather be my bitch now than somebody else’s in prison.”
Letting out a sharp breath, you grabbed his member reluctantly, slowly bringing it closer to your quivering lips. You were not even sure what to do, but decided to place a soft kiss on its head, which automatically made his shaft twitch in your hand. You brought your tongue towards its base, licking all the way up to the tip where you played with the slit, making the man above you groan. With your every move, you felt his cock grow hard, its dark mushroomed tip now starting to glisten with your spit and his own arousal.
“Open your mouth and put it inside; I don’t have forever,” Noah grumbled, grabbing the back of your head to push you towards his pelvis.
You did not dare fight him anymore and did as told.
His now hard cock slid effortlessly inside your mouth, the tip immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
Noah chuckled as he disregarded your discomfort and started thrusting his shaft in and out of you.
You let him use you as he pleased, your hands finding purchase in the muscles of his thighs that clenched in every move.
Spit dribbled down your chin, mixing with the tears that found their way down from your cheeks.
Who would have thought you’d end up on your knees sucking your boss’s cock in his bedroom today? Letting a man you barely knew use your mouth in the worst way possible?
But better this than jail time. Right?
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You sure you’ve never taken a cock before?” He snickered between his grunts and moans.
You shook your head in response as you looked at his blissed-out face. Your teary eyes continued to plead for him to let you go already.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna–” Noah’s grunts swallowed his words as you felt him shoot spurts of hot cum right into your throat. His cock pulsated in your mouth while your boss stilled and emptied his load in you.
You breathed heavily through your nose, lightly pushing him off you.
Gladly, he finally let you go, making you gasp as you plopped down onto the carpeted floor. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to compose yourself, catching your breath while you let things sink in.
But before you could even get yourself together, you heard Noah speak as he moved across the room.
“Now take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
What?
Noah scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. You did not realize you said that out loud.
“B-but… sir, please.”
“Did I stutter?”
Noah undressed himself completely before walking to the door and locking it. His cock was hard again, standing all red and glistening against his abdomen.
Deep inside, you gawked at the sight. You never thought your boss was fully tattooed from the waist up. And before he took off his shirt, you never thought tattooed guys could get this hot.
You shook off those inappropriate thoughts and went back to worrying about your current situation.
You sat frozen on the floor as your naked boss stood in front of you, his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for you to move.
“So?”
With wobbly legs, you slowly stood up. You swallowed before nodding, your eyes fixated on the ‘Desolate’ typography above his navel.
Hesitantly, you took off your shirt and pants and neatly folded them on the bedside table. You were now standing awkwardly with only your lace bra and panties on, crossing your arms against your chest.
Noah’s eyes raked up and down your semi-exposed body, his cock twitching at the sight of your cleavage and peeping cameltoe.
“Do I really need to manhandle you and rip those off you?”
“Mr. Davis, I-“
“What? Do you want me to call the police instead?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, making your heart race anew.
“No, sir,” you quietly responded. “Please, don’t…”
“Then fucking strip,” he sternly said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you as he manspread, his cock standing erect as if taunting you once more.
Noah gripped his shaft with one hand while his other scrolled through his phone before bringing the device to his ear.
With eyes wide, you hurriedly unclasped your bra, letting your boobs spring free, making Noah groan quietly. And with no hesitation, you pushed your panties down, revealing your groomed sex to his hungry eyes.
“Sir… please don’t call the police…” Your eyes welled as you heard the other line pick up.
Smirking, he shushed you as he began speaking. “Yeah… cancel all my meetings this afternoon, and make sure no one disturbs me. I’ll be in my room… doing important stuff.”
He hung up and threw his phone on the mattress. But that did not stop your tears from dripping down your cheeks again.
“Now get on the bed; I can’t wait to come inside that virgin little pussy.” Noah pulled you down on the bed, pushing you into position. But you pulled away from his grip and tried to plead one last time.
“Sir, please,” you hiccuped. “Anything but this…”
“Do you know crying turns me on even more?” He whispered, his thumb wiping the tears on your cheeks.
“No, please, sir. I’ll work for you for free, just… not this. Please, not this.” Frantic, you bargained, not knowing what else to offer instead.
He scoffed, not even slightly bothered. If anything, Noah was bothered by your pert nipples that hardened from the room temperature and were now begging to be sucked by his lips.
His hands found your breasts, palms pushing your chest as your back hit the mattress. “You should’ve thought twice about stealing from me then. Now spread those legs and let me see that pussy.”
Noah licked his lips as you reluctantly opened your legs for him. He crawled towards you and pried your knees apart to spread you even wider; the cold breeze from the AC hit your exposed folds, making you shiver.
“Fuck, I haven’t been with a virgin for so fucking long,” he murmured, his fingers starting to rub along your puffy folds, opening your lips to expose your pink clenching entrance to his lust-filled eyes. “Shit, look how tiny you are. My cock’s gonna ruin you.”
Before you could even respond and beg for him to stop, you yelped at the sudden feeling of his wet tongue licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds, his stubble grazing your inner thighs making you shiver.
You squealed, trying to close your thighs to push him away, but Noah’s large hands forced them open. He was gripping you so hard you could already feel them bruising.
“There’s no point hiding or running away from me, sweetheart. Trust me, I won’t hesitate to fuck you anywhere in this house, even in front of people,” he said before his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh. “Now if I were you, just fucking relax and enjoy this.”
Then his finger poked your entrance and slid inside you inch by inch, making you feel the ridges of his bony digit.
You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing from the stinging sensation.
“Holy shit, you are so tight. How will you be able to take my cock?” He asked mockingly as he moved his finger in and out of your pussy. Noah dived right back and nibbled on your folds, covering you in his spit.
You could feel the end of the bed rocking, and when you dared look down, you saw him grinding against the mattress, his butt clenching with his movements.
Cursing, a whole new wave of panic crashed into you as Noah’s lips and fingers left your now throbbing pussy. He stood on his knees between your open thighs, one hand stroking his leaking cock while the other kept you spread.
“Sir… no,” you cried.
He tut-tutted, his large frame hovering over you. Smirking, he leaned down to place a kiss on your lower abdomen, up to your navel, ascending towards your heaving chest. He pecked both of your nipples, and as he wrapped his lips around one, you felt his bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, making you gasp and cry harder.
You tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but Noah’s big tattooed body pressed you completely helpless against his soft sheets.
The pressure of his tip poking into you increased, and you felt your entrance stretch as he pushed his cock into you— slow but hard enough to make you feel the burn.
“It hurts…” You whimpered.
“Hm, really?” He mumbled against your nipple, releasing it with a pop. “Too bad I don’t go easy on pretty little thieves.”
A fresh batch of tears trickled down your temple as you silently cursed, face all scrunched up, making Noah giggle on top of you.
“You look so cute crying, taking cock for the first time. I would’ve loved making love with you, but… maybe next time.”
With that, he slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream, hands curled around his sheets.
“Fuck me, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby girl.”
Noah’s lips moved up to your collarbone, towards the crook of your neck where he kissed and sucked until a purple bruise bloomed on your skin. An involuntary moan left your mouth, making him smirk.
“Are you enjoying this?”
You shook your head no, mouth continued to silently plead for him to stop.
“You better not be,” he grunted as he moved back to his knees and started pounding into you like a madman. “'Cause this is your punishment for stealing from me. You steal my watch; I steal your pussy.”
Noah slammed hard again, letting out shameless moans as you felt his movements stuttering.
“Are you on the pill?” He turned your head aggressively so you could look at him. “Answer me.”
“No, sir,” you whimpered.
He chuckled, his thrusts now faltering bit by bit. “Okay, just pray that I don’t get you pregnant.”
“Please… don’t.”
“Don’t what?” He taunted, groaning as he felt himself reaching his high.
“Not inside me, sir… please.”
He smirked. “Just imagine what other people would say about you. Little virgin new girl sleeping with the boss...”
You cried hard, your legs trying to push him away, but again to no avail.
“Fuck… I can imagine your stomach swollen with my baby inside you. Fuck…”
And with that, strings of curses left Noah’s mouth as he slammed into you one last time. Warm spurts of his come shoot inside your contracting walls, making you squirm underneath him.
His cock stilled, throbbing heavily. His body went limp on top of you as he calmed himself down, his face buried into your neck as both of your heavy breaths went in sync.
It did not take long for you to hear him chuckle against your skin, and when he pushed himself up, both of you stared into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.
“Noah, what the fuck was that?” You playfully swatted his sweaty chest.
“What? Baby, I should be the one asking you that. That was your idea,” your boyfriend countered, giggling as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of your eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you were amazing,” you said, smiling, feeling his warm palm caress your cheek.
“You were, too.” He captured your lips with his for the first time since you started this bit. “Who would’ve thought you had this in you? You little thief.”
You rolled your eyes before placing a peck on the side of his lips.
Your eyes fluttered open, quickly closing again when you were met with the glaring sun through your window. You slowly opened your eyes allowing them to adjust this time to the light that flooded your apartment. Squinting, you realised you were still on the sofa, suddenly becoming aware of something heavy draped over your waist. Noah’s arm. His hand resting on your stomach, rising and falling along with your breathing. For a brief moment, everything felt normal. Your mind had allowed you to forget what he had done, even if just for a second. Your heart felt heavy as last night replayed in your mind, on a loop, mixed in with the idea of Noah with another woman.
“Noah..” you whispered whilst poking his shoulder.
Nothing, he was still sound asleep.
“‘Noah!” You said repeated again, a little louder than intended.
Noah flinched as he woke up, jolting his head up and looking at you. You could see the confusion in his eyes as he become more aware of his surroundings, probably thinking the same as you did when you woke. His eyes fell to his arm that was still wrapped around you.
“Oh.. I- uh sorry” he managed to choke out. His eyes looked heavy and tired. You’d never seen him like this before.
Something in your stirred seeing Noah like this, he looked so defeated and the way he spoke to you, worried as if he might break you. No, he’s not doing this to me you said internally, trying to stop yourself from feeling the slightest bit sorry for the man that has hurt you so badly.
“Can we not do that? Talk to each other as if we’re strangers made of glass?”
You said as you sat up on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around your chest that was still bare from the night before. God.. the night before. You don’t know why you did that, why you let that happen, just to muddy the water even further and confuse both you. A silence followed and filled the already stifled air around you. Noah looked down at the floor, looking like he was trying to say something but he couldn't get it out.
“Last night..” you paused taking a breath and finding Noah’s eyes “last night should not have happened Noah, I don’t know why I went along with it. Nothing has changed. I’d like you to get dressed and leave”
“Leave? Sweetheart please, please can we just talk things over, I know you tried to hear me out last night at the restaurant but I didn’t get a chance to fully explain myself”
The restaurant. Where you had been with Noah last night before somehow ending up underneath him. You don’t know why you thought a restaurant would be a good place to hear him out, maybe the idea of being surrounded by strangers made you feel better. Maybe you thought it would stop you from getting so angry. It didn’t. Your mind flashed back to the minutes before you stormed out of there.
“Who was she” you asked, your voice seething with a mix of anger and jealously.
Noah’s eyes traced up from the table to meet yours. He dragged his hand over his mouth and sighed.
“Baby she was no one. I know it doesn’t mean much right now but I promise, she meant nothing” he said as he reached for your hand, though you quickly pulled away as if you were allergic to him.
“That’s not what I asked Noah. You brought me here to explain, to be honest, if you’re capable of that anymore. I want to know who she was, and if she was worth ruining everything we have spent the last 3 years building together!” your voice getting louder and louder with each word.
You hadn’t realised until you stopped speaking that the tables surrounding you had gone quiet, you felt eyes on you and your cheeks flush. Silence followed, Noah looked at you and you could see he was hurting. Good you thought.
Standing up, you picked up your glass of red wine to finish before leaving, but your hand had other ideas as you threw the contents into Noah’s face. Audible gasps filled the now silent restaurant. Tears began to fall down your face, both from being so hurt and humiliated, but you were so upset with yourself for what you had just done. You were so angry, betrayed, you felt sick every time you looked at Noah, but what did you just do? Unable to face him and everyone else around you, you picked up your bag and ran out of the restaurant.
The cold night air was nipping your cheeks that were soaked with tears. You felt your shoulders shake as you stood there in the street, passers by throwing second glances at you as you tried desperately to calm yourself down. You heard footsteps running towards you from behind, you knew they belonged to Noah. Quickly, you wiped your cheeks and hailed a passing uber. You moved as fast as your heels could carry you, not caring about the uneven sidewalk and you closed the door swiftly behind you. You gave the driver your address and asked him to go as fast as he could.
“Babe stop! Please! wait!” Noah had caught up with the uber as the car began merging into the traffic. You kept your eyes on the seat ahead, squeezing them shut when the palm of Noah’s hand met the window, thumping it. You couldn’t meet his eyes. As the car drove off, you quickly glanced in the rear window. Noah was running after the car, red wine stained his shirt - though some buttons were undone revealing his black t-shirt beneath, like he had half-heartedly tried to take off his soaked shirt in a hurry. The car continued to drive until Noah was no longer in your view.
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You had gotten up from the sofa and walked through to the bedroom, purposefully avoiding the photos of you and Noah that littered the bedside tables. You went into the closet and pulled out a fresh pair of pyjamas, you knew you weren’t going out today and didn’t feel like putting real clothes on. When you walked back through the hall to the living room, Noah was up and fastening his belt closed. Once he was dressed, he took a seat back down on the sofa. You sighed and rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling in you.
“Noah I’m not going to ask you again, please can you leave. I need to be on my own” you told him whilst picking up last nights clothes from the living room floor.
Noah stood up, but instead of walking towards the door like you had hoped, he walked towards you and then knelt down on both knees. You looked down at him, your mouth falling open but too stunned for any words to come out. You looked into his eyes, really looked into them. Tears were forming at the corners, his dark brown eyes that you loved so much, were now so heavy.
“I don’t know what else to do, so I’ll beg.” Noah said as he held your hands in his, looking up at you.
“I know what I did was wrong - more than wrong, I can’t find the words to explain how badly I messed up.” His voice wavered as he paused to compose himself. “Sweetheart, I know there is no excuse, I hurt you, I hurt us, I made a horrible mistake and not a second goes by that I don’t wish I could go back in time and change things, stop myself being such a selfish asshole, but it's too late for that. I’m begging you, please, please let me make this up to you. I love you, I love us, I love our life. I promise I will never let you down again. I am so, so sorry.” Tears were now slipping down Noah’s face.
In the 3 years you spent with Noah, you had only seen him once cry twice before now, the first time was early into your relationship when you forced him to watch Titanic and he swore that he wouldn’t cry, but you caught him using the sleeve of his hoodie to dab his eyes towards the end. The second time was during your recent trip to Japan, a city that meant so much to him and he was so happy to share it with you. On the last day of your holiday, he had surprised you with a trip to the cherry blossom trees as the sun was setting. You both sat on a bench for hours, watching the sunset over the blossoms and talking about life. You caught Noah staring at you out of the corner of your eye, when you faced him, he was smiling but his eyes were ever so slightly glassy.
“I’m just so happy to be here with you” he said whilst squeezing your hand.
Your head snapped back to now, to Noah on his knees in front of you. You struggled to comprehend that the soft, kind, and gentle Noah was the same man that was capable of cheating on you, of sleeping with another woman. You didn’t know it was physically possible for your heart to ache as much as it did right now. Your head was spinning and you had too much to think about right now.
“Noah please” you said through a sob, your right hand cupped his face “Please don’t make this harder. I need space, I need some time to think, ok?”
Noah held your hand and brought it to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. Then, he stood up, and he walked towards the door, turning on his heels slightly as if he was about to say something else, but he turning back around and walked out of the apartment, closing the door gently behind him. You held both hands over your face, no longer trying to hold back crying now that you were finally alone to let it all out.
You felt so confused, you loved Noah. More than you have ever loved anyone, but you always told yourself that cheating was one thing you would never tolerate in a relationship, no matter the situation. You had watched your mum go through hell when you were a child each time your dad was “working late” or “out of town for a conference”. Your mum became a shell of who she was. You watched her go from a confident and happy woman, to an anxious, introverted housewife who was constantly on edge. She tried to keep things together for you whilst you were young, but you knew what was happening and you swore then that you would never let a man do the same thing to you.
You spent the rest of your afternoon on the sofa in your pyjamas watching, or rather, staring at the TV. About 3 bags of popcorn and a litre of full fat coke later, you checked your phone.
8:32pm
You sighed, feeling bored and restless all of a sudden.
I’m going out.
You made your way to the closet and got dressed, for some reason, you decided to wear one of Noah’s favourite dresses. A black midi dress that he bought you whilst touring somewhere in Europe. You spent 15 minutes applying a small amount of make up, just enough to try to hide your bloodshot eyes and dark circles, ran a brush through your hair and before you knew it you were standing outside of a bar.
“Hi” you gave the bartender a half smile “Uh please can I have… a French martini” and the bartender nodded.
You looked around your shoulder, hearing a lively group of friends that had clearly been here a long time. A couple that looked around the same age as you were cuddled in the booth in the corner. You hadn’t been to this bar before but you needed a change of scene, somewhere new that wasn’t going to be tainted by reminders of nights out with Noah.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you” you smiled bringing the glass to your mouth.
“You alright?” The tall brunette asked you as you continued swigging your cocktail far too fast. ” It’s just, you look like you’ve been crying”
You huffed and laughed “Yeah, actually I have. My boyfriend cheated on me and I feel like I’ve wasted the last 3 years of my life”
You didn’t know why you were sitting here getting drunk and sharing your misery with a stranger, but she felt nice, warm and friendly, the type of person you feel like you’ve known forever. Besides, you were certain that she has heard worse.
“Ouch, I’m sorry. We’ve all been there. I try stick to no strings attached now.” she said, tucking a loose piece of dark brown hair behind her ear.
“Have you? Has every woman? I don’t know how to feel. One minute I’m angry, then I’m devastated, then all I want to do is call him and tell him to come home. I miss him.”
You continued to overshare with who you now knew as Anna. You both shared stories about college and your shit dating history and it genuinely felt like you had known her forever. You pulled out your phone to check the time.
10:45pm
Just as you went to slide your phone back into your bag, your screen lit up.
Noah: Sorry, just checking in, you still have your location on. Are you ok? Do you need a ride home? It’s pretty late.
You rolled your eyes and before replying, quickly turned off your location sharing with Noah.
You: I’m fine, just letting my hair down. I’ll get an uber.
Another hour passed and everything was blurry. You weren’t sure what pushed you from comfortable drunk, to oh no I can’t stand drunk. It might have been the further 6 cocktails, or the 2 rounds of shots that you shared with a random group of people at the bar. You tried to stand up but your legs did not want to cooperate. You fell back down onto the bar stool and slumped your head onto your arms that were leaning on the bar.
“Hey, do you want me to call someone for you?” Anna asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“No, thanks, I’ll -“ hiccup “I’ll call my boyfriend”
The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Unlocking your phone and waiting a second for your very drunk eyes to adjust to the screen, you searched for Noah’s message.
You: Hi
You: Hi Noah, can I get that ride now, please?
You: A car ride home, I don't want to ride you, anymore
What? Why did I say that? You thought, but actually said out loud.
Your phone starts to buzz in your hand.
Incoming call - Noah
It takes you a few attempts at sliding your finger across your screen to answer the call.
“Babe, where are you? Are you ok? Are you still at that bar?”
“Woooooah woah what’s with all the questions” you slurred.
“Babe just tell me the name of the bar and I’ll be there as soon as I can, I’m walking to the car now”
“It’s… it’s called uhhhh.” You held the phone away from your ear and used your other hand to cover the microphone. “Anna, where are we?”
“Sunset and Vinyl” Anna shouted over the music which now seemed a lot louder.
“Did you hear that Noah? Sunset and Vinyl..”
Noah was quiet on the other end of the line but you could still hear him breathing.
“Hellooooooooo, did you hear me? Can you pick me up?” You say impatiently into the phone.
“Yeah, stay there, I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20.”
You heard the call end and turned back to face Anna. It must be the alcohol, but you only just realised how beautiful Anna was. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly as her long bangs swept the sides of her green eyes. Freckles dotted around her nose, a matching gold nose and septum ring. Anna walked around the bar to help you up. Her legs were practically up to your shoulders. You looked up at her.
“Who would cheat on you?! Men are so stupid.”
“Oh, aren’t they just. Come on, I’ll help you out” Anna laughed and looped her arm around yours as you lent on her for support, swaying as you made your way to the front door.
You reached the sidewalk with the help of Anna and she stayed with you for a moment before you recognised Noah’s black SUV pull up outside the bar. Noah quickly jumped out and ran over to you.
“Hey, baby, are you ok?”
“Anna, this is him, this is the cheater!”
You said pointing at Noah before poking him in the chest and falling onto him. There was an uncomfortable silence. You looked up through your now half asleep drunken eyes at Noah, then towards Anna. Noah’s face paled and Anna looked like she was going to be sick. Your eyes darted to Noah again, and back to Anna and back between them once more.
“Do you know each other? Have you been here before Noah? Anna makes the best French Martinis”
More silence followed. Suddenly as if someone flicked a switch inside your head, your eyes widened, suddenly feeling sober all of a sudden, and certainly more brave.
“Come on, I'll take you home” Noah wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and started ushering you towards his car. You rooted your feet into the ground and turned back to look at Anna.
“Wait, Noah, were you here that night? After tour when you went to a new bar, was it this one? You said it was somewhere you hadn’t been before and I-“ hiccup. “I haven’t been here before tonight.”
“Sweetheart we can talk about this later, let’s go, you’re freezing”
“It was me” Anna’s voice pierced through the night air out of no where. You turned on your heels to face her.
“It was me, you said your boyfriend cheated? If he is your boyfriend, then it was me he slept with a few weeks back”
Your vision tunnelled as if you were going to pass out. You wobbled as your drunk legs turned into jelly and you felt sick, suddenly aware of the alcohol now churning in your stomach.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, he didn’t tell me about you. I swear I wouldn't hav”
“I’m SO sick of everyone being SORRY!” You cut in, feeling immediately guilty. Anna looked down at her feet before glaring at Noah quickly and tried to avoid eye contact with you. You knew even in your drunken haze that if what Anna was saying was true, it wasn't her fault, but Noah on the other hand… you turned again to face him.
“You just couldn’t help yourself! Finish tour, relax, have some drinks and the first pretty, leggy girl you see you walk home and fuck! Less than 30 minutes away from my apartment! Fuck you” You shoved Noah's shoulders which caused you to stumble backward a little.
Again, you felt guilt rising at the way you spoke about Anna . You caught her eyes and grimaced at her as if to say “sorry”.
Noah didn’t say anything, his chest rose as he inhaled deeply while he tried his best to avoid looking at Anna again.
“I need to head back in to lock up.. uh, I, I really am sorry. You know where I am if you ever want to talk or ask me anything. I know that it doesn’t make it any better, but It really was just a one night thing” and with that she turned around and walked into the bar, the faint noise of music washing through the air before the door closed, leaving you once again standing on the street trying to get away from Noah for the second time this week. You started to walk in the opposite direction but Noah grabbed your wrist firmly.
“Regardless of how things are right now, or how much you hate me, I’m not letting you walk home or get an uber in this state. Get in the car.”
He wasn’t asking.
“Noah I’m not yours to worry about anymor- hey!” Noah’s arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulder and tightening his grip as he walked you to the passenger door.
“Noah put me DOWN!”
You shouted whilst also trying hard to fight the urge to bring up all of those French Martinis as you bounced over Noah’s shoulder. You kicked your feet and thumped his back with your fists but there was no point. Worried you really were going to be sick, you gave in and surrendered, at least you’d get a ride home.
The first 5 minutes of car ride were spent in silence. No radio, no music, just the quiet hum of the car engine as Noah drove through the city.
You lifted your head up from leaning on the passenger window.
“Was she better than me?” You almost whispered.
For the first time during the drive Noah’s eyes looked over to you briefly before returning to the road.
“Do you really want to talk about this now?” Noah asked.
“Answer the question, Noah” “please” you added. Unsure if you even wanted to know the answer.
“It meant nothing. I felt nothing for her and I felt sick as soon as I left. I don’t know if that’s what you want to hear or not.”
You slowly nodded your head in acknowledgment.
“How did it happen? What did you do?” You closed your eyes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever Noah was about to say.
Noah’s hand gripped the steering wheel tighter as he slowed at a red light.
“It was near closing time, some guy was giving her a hard time at the bar about not serving him another drink. I, I uh went up to help because she looked uncomfortable.” Noah paused, accelerating and continued driving, looking ahead, the city lights reflecting in his eyes.
“I know it’s not an excuse, but I had more to drink than I usually do, just finishing up tour, I was overwhelmed and tired and got carried away. Anyway she was clearing our table and accidentally lost her footing and fell onto my lap briefly and we kind of got chatting. When we all went to leave the bar, I noticed the same guy hanging around the exit. I don’t know if this is better or worse but, I thought of you, in her situation, alone after having to deal with a creep like that at work. Her uber cancelled on her last minute so.. I offered to walk her home.”
You rested your head on the seat and looked out of the window again, really focusing hard not to vomit from the alcohol and also listening to your boyfriend tell you how he cheated on you.
“I walked her home, it was 10 minutes or so. When we got to hers, she thanked me and asked my if I’d like to go in for a nightcap”
You scoffed looking over at him rolling your eyes “A nightcap? It was that easy? Who are you? Brad Pitt? Why did you say yes? I thought that shit only happened in the movies”
“I checked the time and figured another drink wouldn’t hurt.. I know, I know. But I promise you I did not go into her house with the intention of sleeping with her.”
“But you did, so? Go on, how did it happen?”
“Babe.. I’m not going to go into detail”
“Why not? I’m asking you, I want you to be honest with me.”
You caught sight of Noah’s jaw tightening under the now faint glow of the streetlights.
“She kissed me. And I, I didn’t stop her. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t stop her. One thing led to another, and w- fuck, we had sex”
You already knew what had happened, but hearing Noah say it was like a hard punch to the gut, leaving you feeling like you couldn’t breathe. Your fingers searched frantically for the button to roll down the car window for some air. You had one hand in your chest trying to regulate your breathing.
In through your nose, and out through your mouth.
The phrase your mum always used to say to you when you were having a panic attack. Noah seemed to notice this and without hesitation he pulled over. He switched the car off and unbuckled his belt, both his hands finding your face.
“Hey, hey.. in through your nose, and out through your mouth” he said whilst demonstrating, concern in his eyes knowing what was happening to you. That was enough, you had heard enough, you couldn't talk about it anymore. You sobbed whilst trying settle your breathing.
“Just drive me home Noah. I’m tired.”
Noah carried you into your apartment. He sat you on the side of the bed and gently removed your heels. He lifted your arms up and pulled your dress over your head.
“I love this dress, I remember seeing it in a little boutique in one of the shopping arcades in Milan and immediately pictured it on you.”
He folded the dress and sat it at the end of the bed. Slowly, he lay you down onto the mattress and lifted the duvet over you. Starting from your feet, he tucked the duvet under you. Like he had done some many times before whenever you felt anxious, it made you feel protected, safe and secure. You closed your eyes and let out a breathy sigh.
“I’m not leaving you alone tonight in case you’re sick. I’ll sleep on the chair” he pointed to the armchair that sat beside the closet.
You were too tired to argue, and part of you, though you wish you didn’t, felt safe knowing Noah was just there if you needed him. You felt your eyes grow heavier.
“I hate you” you mumbled into your pillow. The last thing you remember before drifting off is Noah gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face as he whispered "I love you".
You woke up to find Noah rifling through his bedside drawer - he hadn’t noticed that you were now watching him. Noah ran his fingers through his hair, looking a little defeated, then his hand flew to something in the drawer. You watched through sleep filled eyes as he held a small turquoise box in his hands. Is that.. is that what you think it is? Noah opened the box before just as quickly, but quietly, closing it and slid it into his back pocket. He looked over to you, his eyes widening slightly as he realised you were awake and watching him.
“What was that?” You asked him as you propped yourself up onto your elbows, using one hand to rub your eyes just to make sure you were definitely awake.
“Nothing, it was nothing. I didn’t realise you were awake. How’re you feeling? How’s your head?” Obviously trying to move the conversation on.
“Noah, what was that?” Asking again, this time now sitting up on your knees.
Noah looked down “You weren’t supposed to see that. I didn’t want you to randomly come across this when you start clearing out my things again.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the small box. Your heart was thumping as Noah toyed with the box for a second in his hands, before planting it on the bed and motioning for you to take it.
“If that’s what I think it is Noah, if that’s a ring, I don’t- I can’t, I can’t take it” you stuttered out, feeling hot and flustered all of a sudden.
“I know, I’m not expecting you to. I just, like I say I didn’t want you to randomly find it. I thought I could take it with me and maybe give it to you properly one day like I had planned to”
“Before you had sex with another woman?” You retorted.
Noah’s bit down on his bottom lip and ran his fingers through his hair. For a second, the temptation got the better of you as you reached your hand out to pick up the box - but you stopped yourself. What good would it do to see what’s inside? Nothing has changed for you. You weren’t taking Noah back. You played with your fingers nervously before bringing your head up to meet Noah’s stare.
“Thank you for the ride home, and thank you for watching me through the night. I’m sorry I called you, I shouldn’t have. It won’t happen again.” Noah nodded his head slowly.
This couldn’t go on, no more back and forth, you had to do this now.
“Noah, yo- you are, and always will be the person I have loved more than anyone else in this world. I want you to know that and I want you to know that I will always hold a part of you close to me. The last 3 years have been the happiest of my life and I want to thank you for everything you have shared with me, the opportunities, the support, for letting me travel with you, and for showing me what it’s like to love fully.”
Your voice was breaking. You forced yourself to look at Noah, biting your cheek trying to stop your emotions from fully taking over. Noah’s eyes were glassy as he looked down at his hands.
“But I can’t move past this. I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done. I know you’re sorry, I know it was a mistake, and I know you love me, but even that wasn’t enough to stop you going to bed with someone else while I waited for you coming home. Even if in time we were able to work through this, I know myself and I know I won’t be able to sleep at night if you’re ever out late again, when you’re on tour on the other side of the world. I can’t do that to myself, I can’t let you do that to me”
You inhaled deeply through your mouth, your nose blocked from crying.
“It’s over Noah. We’re done.”
And it was out, it was done, you had said it. Without thinking you reached over to grab Noah’s hand in yours, holding it tightly. You were both crying now.
“Baby- i uh, fuck” was all Noah managed to say.
Your hand reached his face, his beautiful face that now looked so tired as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Gently running your fingers over his damp cheeks. Your eyes met.
“I will always love you.” He said, whilst tightening his grip on your hand.
“I respect your decision, I am so sorry for hurting you. I know you deserve someone better”
The last sentence hit you like a train. You haven’t even considered the idea of meeting someone else in the future. In your mind, this was it, you had to get used to the idea of being single forever because even right now, you knew that it was Noah, or no one.
“Please look after yourself, Noah”
You stood up and tugged Noah’s hand so he did the same. Your hand reached for the turquoise box and placed it into Noah’s hand.
“Take this. I’ll pack up the rest of your things and, uh, I’ll call your assistant to pick them up? Or mail them to you?”
“This isn’t how I pictured it in my head” Noah sighed with a hint of a laugh as he held up the box in the air.
“No, me either. But sometimes life has other plans for us” you said managing a soft smile.
And then you hugged him. Noah’s arms wrapped around you, his hand finding the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You inhaled deeply, making the most of this feeling and the smell of his woody shampoo that you loved so much. You pulled away first, taking a step back. You picked up Noah’s jacket and held it out to him.
6 months had passed since the day you said goodbye to Noah and you hadn’t spoken to him since. His assistant collected the rest of his things a few days later. He still occasionally texted you, usually late at night or early in the morning when you knew he was either having trouble sleeping or at the studio. Just telling you about his day, what he had for dinner if it was your favourite, and sometimes saying that he missed you, but you didn’t respond. You missed Noah everyday, but it was slowly getting easier to live without him. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t scrolled through the bands socials occasionally while listening to their albums after one to many glasses of wine in your apartment.
You had just gotten out of the shower, ringing your hair out in a towel when there was a knock at your door. Throwing on your bathrobe you answered the door and were greeted by your usual FedEx driver, holding up a package for you. You don’t remember ordering anything, but then again you have been drinking a lot of wine. You asked how his day was going and signed for the delivery. Thanking him, you closed the door and sat down at your kitchen table and began to open the package. Your hands froze as you looked at the dainty turquoise box in front of you. The one that Noah had kept in his bedside drawer, for how long you don’t know, the one you asked Noah to take with him 6 months ago. A small envelope fell out of the package and landed on the table, you took a deep breath and opened it.
“My love,
I hope you are well, I hope you’re safe and you’re happy. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if I asked to meet with you in person, but there are things I need to say to you that I didn’t 6 months ago.
I didn’t get to thank you. When I met you it’s no secret that my head was a mess. I was stuck in a routine of self-destructive behaviour and hurt a lot of people around me. I didn’t know then, that it was possible to enjoy life as much as I enjoyed it when I was with you. I’ve started therapy.. I know, I know! “At last” you’re probably thinking. I’m just sorry I didn’t do it sooner, you were right, you always are. You taught me so much about myself, how to be vulnerable, how to love and how to be loved and I will always be grateful for that. I hope you can also look back happily on the memories we share together, some days they're all that keeps me going.”
Your hands were shaking as you wiped your eyes and then went back to the letter.
“This ring, it belongs with you. It was made for you, and it doesn’t feel right being anywhere else. Please do what you want with it, keep it, sell it, use it to go on holiday or get the car you’ve always wanted. It is yours and it always has been.
Thank you for being my muse, the light in the dark, my best friend, and the greatest love of my life.
I will always be here for you, for anything, anytime, if you ever need me.
Always yours,
Noah.”
Tears stained the letter you were gripping in your hand. You faced the ceiling as you tried to slow your erratic heartbeat. You looked down at the box, carefully holding it in your hands for the first time. Exhaling loudly through pursed lips, you opened the box and your mouth fell open. In front of you in the small box was the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. It looked like it was custom made, a large emerald cut diamond in the centre, and alternating black and white diamonds lined the band. Although you felt afraid to touch it as though it was cursed, you couldn’t help yourself. Carefully you lifted the ring out of its velvet box and held it closer in front of you, the sunlight from the window making it sparkle more. Something on the inner band caught your eye, small writing. You held it close to your eyes and read the inscription.
“In Every Lifetime”
In every lifetime.. Your heart thumped in your chest as you felt all your blood rush to your head, overwhelmed with everything as your mind replayed a memory.
“Y’know…” Noah said as he pulled you in closer, tightening his grip on your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “I’m not sure what happens when we die.. but if we are lucky enough to have multiple lives, I hope I am here with you, in every lifetime.”
You held your hand over your mouth stifling your sobs. A sudden wave of anger and immense sadness washed over you at once.
“No” you said firmly, standing up. “He doesn’t get to do this, not after 6 months, not after everything” talking to no one but yourself. You grabbed the letter and put the ring back in its box, walking through to your bedroom you opened the drawer at your bedside, seeing the one photo of you and Noah that you just couldn't throw away and something in you softened again. God this is so confusing you thought. You grabbed your phone from the table and searched for his name.
You: How dare you sen- *delete*
You: Noah, you can’t just write something like that and send me a ring in the mai- *delete*
Biting hard on your bottom lip, you contemplated what to say. Until, three little dots appeared on your screen. Noah was typing. You hesitated for a split second, but before you could stop yourself, you tapped on his contact information and your finger pressed the button.
Block Caller
It was done, you had to move on, Noah had to let you. Taking one last look at the photo, you threw the letter and the box in the drawer and slammed it shut.
Warnings: slight age-gap (early/mid 20’s and 30), eventual smut, probably wattpad-ish storyline, self-indulgent bc I’m a sound engineering student lol, non-descript reader, Her coworkers are lowkey dicks but we’ll fix that. Reader has a bad omens tattoo (more self indulgence I’m sorry) implied shorter reader. (I'll add more as time goes on)
A/N: This still feels super short but I didn't wanna reveal too much lol Future chapters will be longer I prommy <3
Music was your entire life. You’re childhood was spent around instruments and constant car radios blaring. Your adolescence was filled with headphones blasting and various concerts. When you got out of high school, the idea of a boring 9-5 desk job seemed like the worst possible outcome. Music was the only option. After two years in college for sound engineering; sleepless nights, long lectures, and even longer studio labs, you had finally done it. The life started small. Small venues, small jobs, small projects. After years spent working your way up, you finally settled into a job as an assistant front of house engineer for a nice venue in your city.
The job was nice, good music most nights, comedy others. You had built a nice home for yourself in this life, having successfully escaped the dread of a desk job. The creative side of music had never quite been your specialty. Sure, you played instruments and occasionally made beats, but this? Engineering for other people and making it sound good? This was your bread and butter. Now, in the well sized venue, you’re engrossed in setting up the console when––
“Y/N! Get your ass over here and fix this cable!" Right. That was the only downside, bossy, sweaty old men who think they know more than you just because they’re... men. Sighing, you jog upstage to solve whatever problem you didn’t cause. Today, they had been more prickly than usual. Rushing you around to make sure everything was perfect the like pope himself was performing tomorrow night.
“Why are you guys being more bitchy than usual? You won’t even tell me who were setting up for!” You said, crouched under the stage to see the faulty speaker cable. You had learned quickly that the only way to fight the fire was with more fire. They would have eaten you alive if you hadn’t learned to fight back and stand up for yourself.
“Because, you’re gonna freak out about it and never shut up. The less you know the better.” One of them answers, snarky and rude. What could be so important that it needed so much preparation and so much condescension? This wasn’t the biggest venue ever, if it was someone so special they would’ve chosen a different venue for sure. You solve the mystery of the cable, tuning out the snarkiness of your coworkers as they chide you about the various problems in the set up (which they caused).
It's close to midnight by the time you’re finally cut free, sighing into the cool night air as you walk to your car. The drive home is quiet and tiresome, and the relief of finally being in your bed washes over you like a soft wave at the beach. You’re brain is still in work mode despite the nearly 12 hour day. Rolling over sleeplessly, you check your phone with heavy eyes, scrolling mindlessly until something makes your heart drop.
No... Theres no way. Plastered across your screen is an announcement from Bad Omens, your favorite band.
“VENUE CHANGE NOTICE.”
Right under, the name of the venue you slave over every day. There’s no way. You read the announcement repeatedly, truly wondering if you were dreaming. Something about the previous venue being unusable due to weather and up sales. This announcement was from weeks ago, how did you not know? You must have been too busy to notice.
“This can’t be happening...” You mumble to yourself, heart racing. Your favorite band, performing at the venue you work at, while you’re working. This was going to be the ultimate test of professionalism. You decide to try and rest as much as possible. Naturally, sleep doesn’t come easily, your mind whirling, but you already know you’ve got a long day ahead of you.
The next morning, you take extra care to prepare yourself, sacrificing extra sleep for a longer shower and a bigger breakfast. You practically sprint out of the house, making it to work in record time. When you arrive, way too early, there are buses and trucks already parked at the back entrance. Your heart rate immediately spikes, realization setting in. You couldn’t do this. You weren’t prepared for this. You never thought––
Before you can spiral too far, a friendly knock on your car window makes you jump out of your skin. Jenna, one of the venue's receptionists, and one of the only women you work with, is staring apologetically through the glass. You muster the courage to move, grabbing your bag and getting out to greet her.
“So... I take it you finally found out why we weren’t telling you about today.” Jenna sighs, looking slightly guilty.
You nod, trying not to look as frazzled as you are about this whole thing. “I wish you would have told me something, at least! So I could have prepared myself mentally, or something!”
“Yeah... but we didn’t want you to overthink and get too caught up in it. You do amazing work and we wanted that to stay the same, no matter who’s performing.” She smiles.
“Still! A warning would’ve been nice! Can’t believe you teamed up with those assholes...” You sigh, but there's no real malice in your voice.
Jenna only laughs softly at your exasperated tone, ushering you towards the main entrance. Your heart is beating out of your chest, eyes watching every corner. Eventually, you and Jenna go your separate ways, she waves you on encouragingly.
“You’re gonna do great!” She yells from a few feet away, already turning to leave.
You take a breath, nodding to yourself. It can’t be that bad, right? All you have to do is make sure they sound good and then you can go home. You got this. After gathering yourself, you walk into the large empty hall. No sign of the band yet, that’s good.
Chris, one of the lighting techs, is jogging up to you with a shit-eating grin on his face, “Y/N! You’re on stagehand duty today. Bands already got front of house and are short a hand. Perfect opportunity.” Okay. Maybe things could get worse.
You contemplate walking out then and there. Front of house meant distance and brief conversations, stagehand meant... the opposite. Always checking in, always on stage during set up, close proximity. Taking a deep breath, you trying to still yourself, you learned how to be professional around celebrities, this couldn’t be that hard, right...?
The first few hours of setup are easy. Checking mic packs, setting up wireless mics, and having everything laid out and ready. You meet with the band’s stage manager, a nice woman. She explains things swiftly and without the disrespect of others you’ve met. Soon enough, everything looks great. The drums are hooked up with microphones, one of your favorite activities, guitars are tuned, and everything is ready for soundcheck.
You know this is it, the moment you have to see them in person, up close. Part of you worries they’re not like what they seem, what if they’re rude, bratty? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had to deal with something like that...
Kate, one of the tour managers, nudges you gently.
“Fan? You’re shaking like a leaf.” She says gently, a soft smile on her face. “Don’t worry, they won’t bite.” You don’t have time to answer with anything other than a shy smile before the crew starts bustling.
Your eyes snap to the stage faster than lightning, seeing four tall frame file out onto their respective sides of the stage. Folio checks the drum’s setup and tuning, fitting the drummer stereotype well as the kick drums thumps through the empty venue. Jolly and Nicholas strap up their guitars to soundcheck whenever Folios done doing his thing. You can barely focus on them, your eyes trained on the 6’3 frontman standing center stage. Even a few yards away, you can see him clearer than ever before. Your heart races,
The band starts soundcheck minutes later, and within a few seconds Noah stops, apologizing as he fiddles with his in-ear monitors. Like muscle memory, you jog to side stage, watching him intently to see if it’s something he can fix himself. You freeze when dark brown eyes meet yours, but you quickly shake it off, trying to do your job. He motions you over,
“They won’t stop popping and buzzing.” Noah mutters, eyes trained on your flushed face as you approach.
“Could be wiring issue, let me see them?” You mutter, shaky hands outreached to grab the pack. He’s taller in person, you think, and jesus, his hands are huge compared to yours.
You study it for a few seconds with a worried expression. If this was a soldering issue, it would take a few minutes for you to fix it.
“Oh. Heh.” You try not to smile, lips pursed as you realize one of the cables wasn’t plugged in all the way. You look back up at him, eyes meeting his deep brown ones. “It just wasn’t in there correctly...”
Noah laughs softly, and the sound almost makes your spine melt. “Shit, always the little things. Thank you, uhm...?” He proposes, eyebrows raised.
“Y/N. Stagehand, for today.” You try not to blush as he repeats the name, familiarizing it on his tongue.
“Can you...?” He asks, his voice surprisingly soft as he motions to clip on the back of his waistband.
You nod curtly, stepping into his personal space. His scent floods you, fresh and musky. Theres a slight hint of leather, probably from the bus. You try not to think too hard about it as your shaky hands fasten the pack onto his waistband. Your knuckles graze his lower back briefly, the soft contact making you swallow thickly. Once its secured, you step back. He thanks you and you smile curtly before stepping off stage again to let them continue.
Soundcheck goes... almost smooth after that. One of the drum mics wasn’t working, the solder points old and falling apart. You’d have to fix that tomorrow. Jolly’s microphone was dead, a fault on the band’s team for not replacing the batteries. Overall it wasn’t terrible, that’s what soundchecks are for. Soon enough, all that's left is to wait until showtime. You expect Noah to follow the rest of the band backstage, but he lingers, eyes set on you as you watch their front of house with undivided attention. Noah walks up, his tall frame looming behind you has he watches you ask the poor engineer a million questions about the setup.
“You seem pretty passionate about this stuff.” He says, voice smooth and teasing as you nearly jump out of your skin, turning to face him.
“Oh! Uhm- yeah. I like engineering. I like music in general.” You stutter, looking up at his tall frame as he smiles.
“You know your stuff, that's for sure.” Noah comments, “The guys around here said you practically run this place.” He adds, sitting down on one of the chairs to not tower over you so much.
“I’m not sure I’d say that...” you mutter, internally making a note to interrogate the others after this. Theres a beat of silence, as he studies you, his eyes catching the ink that peaks out of your long sleeve.
“Nice tattoo, by the way.” He smirks, motioning to the small inked Bad Omens logo poking out from under your sleeve.
You quickly shove the sleeve down, blushing profusely. You’re about to make some sorry excuse or apologize when he cuts in again.
“Don’t worry. I’m not making fun of you. It’s nice to find fans in the wild like this. Especially when they’re talented.”
Was he... complimenting you?
Before the conversation can carry on any longer, hair and makeup are whisking him away backstage. He smiles at you once more before jogging away. You let out a breath, slumping down on the seat he was in. You run your hands along your face, sighing. That was embarrassing. This is somehow the best and worst day ever.
Hours later, the venue is packed with bodies as the crowd murmur grows louder. Crew members run around backstage, doing final checks before the show starts. You’re sitting side stage tucked away, on standby in case there's technical difficulties during the show. Your knee bounces, teeth chewing at your bottom lip. Stage hand work was one of your favorites, at least during the show you could relax unless something goes wrong. Still, you miss being behind the console. You’d have to find some time in a studio soon.
The house lights dim, the crowd going wild as the opening music plays. Noah runs up to the stairs right next to you, adrenaline clearly climbing as he psyches himself up for the show. Before he runs on stage, he turns to give you a big smile and a small wave. It makes your heart beat out of your chest, and you instinctively return the gesture. Before you can blink, he’s on stage, commanding the crowd like always. The cheers are louder than you’ve ever heard them here.
Throughout the show, you peak around the curtain to watch, giving yourself the excuse of making sure nothing goes wrong. You watch as he screams into the mic, vocals on point like always. Folio is smashing the drums, perfectly on time. Jolly and Nicholas play like they never have before; the guitars blending together in a perfect mix. You heart aches for a moment, will you ever see them again? You tried to get tickets to this tour, and the one before that, but they were either too expensive or sold out in minutes. Would this be a once in a lifetime thing? You shake the thoughts off, forcing yourself to smile as you enjoy the moment while it lasts.
After the show, Noah comes out first, sweaty and practically bouncing off the walls with energy. He smiles at you, eyes meeting yours for a moment. He seems to contemplate something before he sits down next to you, heat radiates off him.
“So, what’d you think?” He cocks his head, sharp brown eyes boring into yours. Is this real? Why was he so determined to talk to you? Not like you’re complaining.
“You guys did great. Always nice to get paid to watch concerts.” You joke. You’re not usually a talker, keeping to yourself outside of work. But something about him makes it easier, a little to easy.
You two talk for a while as the venue slowly empties, sharing soft smiles, and quiet laughs as you tell him more about your work.
When the fans finally funnel out, you and the rest of the crew strike. It doesn’t take nearly as long as setup. Within an hour, everything is in gear cases and loaded onto the truck. You don’t see Noah as you help the crew close the truck. They thank you graciously before returning to their own duties.
Just like that, it’s over. You sigh, pulling out a cigarette when you’re an appropriate distance from everybody. A few crew members linger outside, chatting about future tour dates and time off. Noah and the band are still nowhere to be seen. It’s nearly midnight. You light the cigarette, taking a deep drag and sighing in relief. Your feet ache and your back is screaming for rest, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. As you catch up with the past day’s notifications on your phone, you nearly jump out of your skin (again) when a light tap meets your shoulder. You whip around, only to meet the same eyes you’ve been getting lost in all day.
“Noah...!” You sigh, clutching your chest. “You need a bell.” You say, teasing.
“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He smiles. His hair is damp, freshly showered, and he smells like clean laundry. “You did good today. It's nice to see someone younger in this field rather than a bunch of old dudes.” He says, smiling down at you.
“Oh. Thank you...” You mutter, getting a good look at him. His neck tattoos glisten as the slight dampness of his skin reflects against the outside lights. The newer, more vibrant tattoos stand out from the old ones. From this close, you can see the small scars on his face from old piercings. His stubble from before is now clean shaven. You suck in a breath, forcing yourself to look away before you stare at him for too long.
“You off the clock?” He asks, attention fixed on you.
“Yeah. Now I just have to find a way to get home in this traffic. I’ve never seen these many cars here.” He snorts at that, looking a little too proud of himself. It makes you smile, heart fluttering despite trying hard to keep your infatuation under wraps.
“I may have a solution for that...” He begins, looking past you as the crew socialize with one another.
“Hm?” You brows furrow, a solution? You cock your head to the side, curious eyes meeting his and you swear you see him blush in the dim light.
“The band and some crew are going out for a late dinner to celebrate the end of the tour. I wanted to invite you, a thanks for your help today” He says, his voice slightly... shy?
“Me? I-” You laugh softly in disbelief. He wants you to join them?! “I just did my job, which honestly wasn’t much. I wouldn’t want to Intrude.” You argue as politely as possible, but part of you definitely wants to come. Noah only shakes his head, and you know there's no saying no now. He motions you forward towards the band’s van.
“Our treat, I insist.” He assures, “Besides, business proposals best done over dinner, no?” He smirks, and you’re too enamored to process his words.
“Alright... Wait- business proposals?”
End.
I hope you guys enjoy! I've wanted to write this for so long but forgive me I haven't written fic in like 10 years. My asks should be open if you wanna chat about anything regarding this fic or not <3
Warnings: Smut, angst, mentions of cheating, yearning?Kind of - Pure fiction obviously
Word count roughly 3k
HELLO! Pleaseee go easy this is my first EVER fic and it is certainly NOT perfect but I hope someone might enjoy it! I also have no idea what I’m actually doing and how tumblr works. Kind of written from both perspectives? Idk please take it for what it is 🧎🏼♀️➡️
P.S. I love you and always be yourself♥️
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“How did it go?” Rolling your eyes and trying to stop them watering, again, another reminder of how your night ended. You couldn’t reply yet, it was too painful, your heart ached. After everything, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. You almost, not almost, you felt embarrassed for even giving him a chance to try and explain himself. You got up to pour a glass of wine and after a moment of hesitation, decided not to bother with a glass. Throwing yourself down onto the sofa, you decided to torture yourself a little more, opening your camera roll and suddenly feeling as if the world was falling from beneath you. Photos of Noah and you reeled across the screen, your trip to Japan a short time ago that had taken you months of saving because you insisted on paying your own way, mundane nights spent at home, cooking and watching TV. You didn’t know how much you had taken it for granted at the time.
A loud knock at the door caused you to jump as your phone fell out of your hand. You paused for a minute, picking your phone up and setting it on the coffee table. You didn’t want to answer the door or have to deal with anyone at this time, especially after the night you had.
“It’s me”
Your back straightened at the sound of his voice. You slowly got up and walked towards the door, taking a deep breath, opening it as far as the chain lock allowed. Noah’s eyes slightly red and skin flushed, as if he had run after the uber all the way here. As much as you wanted to hate him, to slam the door shut and walk away, your body still reacted against you, your heart quickening at the sight of him.
“I don’t have anything else to say to you” attempting to close the door, but Noah’s foot was in the way.
“Please, I know I can’t take it back, I can’t change what I did.” He stuttered “I just need you to hear what i have to say”.
Noah’s heartbeat was pounding and ringing in his ears as he tried to catch his breath, swallowing down the taste of metal that had been building in his mouth, exhausted from the run here.
Very much against your better judgment, you eyed Noah closely again and unhooked the chain lock, you held out your arm to gesture him inside. You didn’t allow yourself to admit it earlier, but you now admired his appearance. You watched his chest rise and fall as Noah tried to steady his breathing, his black T-shirt clinging to all of your favourite parts of him. A pink glaze over his cheeks and his dark hair a disheveled mess, short strands framing his face. His eyes glazed over the apartment, spotting the bottle of wine and your phone which was illuminating the room with a glow from a photo of the two of you.
“I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier, you look beautiful tonight” he said breathlessly.
You stared at him a moment, feeling your eyes sting, looking up at the celling trying to stop the fall of hot tears, you didn’t want him to see you cry tonight, not again.
“Why are you here? Why can’t you just let me try to move on without you?” Your voice was raised, hurt turning into anger with every word “You did this to us, you don’t get to follow me home and do this, whatever this is!” You scolded ghosting your arms in the air.
“I’m sorr-“ you cut him off “I even can’t look at you, not without picturing you with her!” You said through gritted teeth, narrowing your eyes at him.
Noah flinched at the last sentence. His mind flashing back to the night he ruined everything. A few weeks ago when he had too many at the bar with his friends, when she approached them. The way she had “accidentally” fallen on him when she was tipsy. After her uber cancelled last minute, Noah offered to walk her home - he told himself he wouldn’t want you walking home alone at night, especially after you had been drinking, trying to rationalise his actions in his head. His stomach churned thinking about what happened next, if only he had said no. If only he had come straight home to you, instead of crawling into bed beside you at 4am after trying to hide the smell her perfume that still lingered on his skin.
Noah approached you suddenly, his hands rising up to the sides of your face and holding your cheeks
“I’m so sorry” he chocked slightly. “There isn’t a second of the day I don’t think about how much I fucked up, how much I’ve hurt you”.
You looked up to meet his eyes and you could see the hurt in them and it made you feel sick, deep down all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him and pretend none of this was happening.
“You need to go” you said, breaking eye contact and taking a step back.
Noah’s shoulders fell and his eyes grew heavier. “What can I do? To make this better? Tell me and I’ll do it, anything”. He pleaded with you as you turned your back on him. “Please give me another chance baby.”
Noah gently wrapped his hand around your wrist, tugging it slightly so you were both facing once more.
“I love you. I have always loved you, from the moment I met you in the coffee shop 4 years ago, when you were trying to juggle 4 cups of coffee at once, bumping into me on your way out the door. The second you looked up at me, everything in me changed.”
Your throat let out a chocked laugh as the memory flew through your mind. You couldn’t stop it anymore, your eyes welled and tears ran down your face. You looked at Noah and could see his eyes brimming with tears. He inhaled deeply and locked his eyes onto yours again.
“You made me want to be better. My life was empty, I was floating from one thing to the next without any direction, not caring about the people I hurt around me. Suddenly after meeting you I felt like everything I ever needed was in front of me, everything I didn’t know I was missing”.
Your chest heaved as you tried to stifle sobs whilst memories of the last 4 years played in your mind. You were always worried this would happen. Noah has been open with you about his past early on in your relationship. He never made it passed the 1 year mark without fucking up, or fucking someone else. Early in your relationship you quickly became used to the glances of other women he received when you were out, though Noah would always do something silently as if reassuring you, squeezing your leg or tightening his grip around your waist. You wondered what was so special about her that made her so irresistible. You naively told yourself he would be different for you, and he had been, up until now. You knew you wanted him back, you knew deep down you couldn’t live without him. The last few weeks had been the worst of your life, trying each morning to forget him and tell everyone around her that you were fine, only to end up crying in bed each night wishing he was here with you re-watching The Office for the tenth time, wishing things were different. You were in your head and Noah could tell, his hand trailed up your arm, pulling you from your thoughts. He used his other hand to pull you in closer and you didn’t stop him this time. Noticing this, Noah pulled you into his chest, placing one hand on the back of your head and holding you as she cried into his t-shirt.
“Why did you do this to us? You’ve hurt me so much” you whispered into him.
Noah felt like his heart was tearing out of his chest
“I know, baby, I know”.
Noah pressed a kiss to the top of your head and continued holding you. His eyes fell onto the photo frames that decorated the walls, filled with all of the memories you had made over the last 4 years, pulling at his heart. You hated how safe you felt with him, even when he was the one that hurt you the most, he was the only one that could make you feel better. You pulled away slightly, looking up at him through blurry eyes. Noah looked down at you and used his thumb to slowly wipe away the mascara that was now running down your face. His thumb moved lower, until it brushed over your lower lip making you instinctively open your mouth.
The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker as you stared at each other. Hesitantly, Noah leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, the slight taste of wine lingering on your lips. Your head spun, you should stop this, your head dizzy from the wine, or from him, you should tell him to go, but you couldn’t. Fuck it.
You kissed him back, fuelled by anger but mixed with a love that you just couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. Your hands traveled up Noah’s chest, feeling his pulse quicken under your hands, wrapping your hands around his neck. He followed your direction and deepened the kiss, gently biting down on your lower lip with his teeth. You felt your body heat up and your breathing became more erratic. Your right hand tugged at his hair, forcing your bodies to press together until there was no space between the two of you. Noah started walking you back slowly, careful not to break the kiss, until you bumped against the wall.
Noah’s left hand rested against the wall as his right hand grazed your chin, forcing your head to tilt. You felt his teeth graze slowly over your ear and down your neck, his breath hot on your skin causing a moan to fall from your lips. Noah kissed your neck, working his way down to your collarbone and at the same time, using his knee to part your legs slightly and apply pressure to you with his leg. He felt you roll your hips forward as if you were trying to feel more of him against you.
Noah groaned “the past 2 weeks have been the worst of my life, I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you, so much” he whispered while placing small kisses into your neck.
His arms found the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head, then his fingers lingered over your bra
“Can I take this off?” He asked, as if it was your first time together.
You let out a slight laugh and nodded, helping him to unhook the clasp and letting it fall to your feet. Noah stood for a moment, looking at you, at the way your nipples hardened from the breeze coming from the still opened window. You felt your face blush for a moment, almost forgetting that you had done this a hundred times, although this felt different, your mind wondering if this would be the last time, you wondered if Noah was thinking the same.
“Help me forget about it all” you said cutting through the silence, even if it only worked for the night. Noah knew what you meant, what you needed in that moment and you didn’t need to say anymore.
He lowered his mouth and closed it around one of your nipples and swirled his tongue around the edge, causing your back to arch and tighten your grip on his hair. Your face flushed with heat and you could feel your pulse race as he worked your chest with his other free hand. Noah pulled away and grabbed you, tapping your back, silently telling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you and walked over to the sofa. Noah lay you down with urgency and used his tattoo’d fingers to unbutton your jeans, you lifted your hips slightly, helping him to remove the material that was in his way, revealing the delicate black lace that he loved so much. Noah placed your left leg over his shoulder, his long fingers traced the fabric as he began gently teasing you. He hooked the intricate lace around his finger and pulled the fabric to one side, exposing you to him. Using his index finger, he dragged it up your core achingly slow, before stopping just below your clit.
You let out a groan “I really don’t think you’re in a position to be teasing me right now”.
Noah laughed, then pressed his finger to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as you felt your hips buck towards him, wanting more. Noah could feel himself harden at the sight of you beneath him, coating his fingers.
“So wet for me already baby..”.
Noah dragged his finger down and pushed it inside of you, watching as he added another. You moaned as your breath hitched at the sudden fullness and began to rock your hips to meet his fingers. Noah lowered his head and placed a kiss to your inner thigh, taking his time as his fingers worked in and out of you. Noah paused for a moment to slide the lace down your legs, removing them completely. Returning to you, letting out a groan, his mouth reached your clit as he slowly circled it with his tongue before gently sucking. He moaned against you as you writhed beneath him, your skin pink and hot. Noah worked his tongue back and forth over you, one hand pressing down on your lower stomach, the other still moving in and out of you. Your moans were growing louder, though he could tell you were trying to be quiet.
“Let me hear you baby” he said against you before removing his fingers slowly and brought them up to his mouth. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to feel him inside of you, you pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you felt his hands roam wildly over your body.
Noah was aching to feel all of you, to worship every inch of your skin. To make you feel so loved and special. Your hands fumbled needily with his belt as you found the buckle, before you could remove it, Noah’s hand caught yours
“Not yet my pretty girl.. I want to take my time with you first.”
Your face flushed as Noah held your wrist tightly, guiding it above your head along with your free hand and pinning them there as his lips found yours once more.
“Keep your hands there, don’t move” his tone demanding.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Noah moving slowly down your body, kissing and licking until he gently bit down on your inner thigh, causing you to open your eyes and look down at him
“Stay still for me baby”.
Your breath was stolen from your chest as Noah’s tongue returned to your now aching core, this time more intense. His tongue lapping you up as he applied more pressure to the areas he knew were extra sensitive before turning his attention to your clit. Noah knew how you liked it, sucking gently and using the tip of his tongue to draw lazy circles around you. He could feel you tensing under him. He wanted you to release all of the tension he knew had been building in you.
“Let go for me baby, I want you to cum on my tongue” Noah hummed
He kept a steady pace as you tensed underneath him, your fingers digging into your hands that were still clasped above your head. Noah tasted you on his tongue and gently caressed your thighs, watching as your breathing returned to normal.
After a moment you eagerly reached for Noah’s belt buckle again, removing it and tugging off his jeans, the faint light from outside highlighting the outline of him, revealing just how much he wanted you. He tugged off his remaining clothing and towered over you. Your eyes dragged over his stomach, his broad shoulders, soaking up his tattoos, as if trying to take a mental photograph to remember when this was all over. You felt him at your entrance, then his tip brushing gently over your clit as he coated himself in you, before slowly pushing into you. Your mind went blank in that moment, unable to think about anything and only to focus on the feeling of him deep inside of you, this is what you wanted, this would help you forget. Even just for now.
Noah started slow at first, his mind numb from feeling you around him once more. He thought he had lost you, cursing himself internally for risking this. Noah let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding as he pulled back slowly before pushing into you again.
“Fuck..” his voice deep and eyes rolling back “you always take me so well, baby - like you were made for me”.
Noah quickened his pace, your hands clawing at his back, a little harder than usual, hurt and anger mixed with passion and lust as he began to work himself in and out of you faster. The sharp pain from your nails digging into his skin was mingling with the pleasure he felt from being inside of you. Noah watched as your face changed with his movements, how your chest rose and bounced and your lips parted. He leant down, shrinking the distance between you both and buried himself into your neck, kissing and gently biting you. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder as you felt yourself clench around him.
“Fee-“ your breath caught as he went deeper suddenly “feels so good” you said lazily.
You began rolling your hips meeting his rhythm, feeling him stretch you in all the right places and grinding against him each time he drove himself into you. Your breathing started to falter, skin hot and clammy.
“Please I-” you moaned pathetically into Noah’s ear, he maintained his pace as he felt you tighten around him. “Hm feel good baby? Let go, i’ve got you”. He said looking down at you.
With that your stomach tightened and you felt your vision blur, you squeezed your eyes shut as your mouth fell open.
“Eyes on me” he demanded.
Noah watched as you came around him, he thrust into you one last time letting out a loud groan followed by a heavy sigh as he spilled inside of you. His chest tight and muscles relaxing. He collapsed onto you, skin on skin, the air mixed with their heavy breathing.
You played with Noah’s hair as he slowly pulled himself out and placed a kiss on your forehead, still propped up over you.
“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please, if you’ll let me”. You looked at him, the silence cutting through the air. “I love you” he said again, voice heavy.
You didn’t say anything. You lightly stroked his cheek, looking at Noah, into his deep eyes that were once again slightly tearful, with a lingering gaze before forcing your eyes closed, trying to stop the unwanted thoughts flooding back into your mind, now too tired to think of them and too tired to tell him that was the last time he would ever touch you.
Everything else could wait until the morning.
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author's note: Once again, I'm so thankful for all the support EON part 1 received, thank you so much for all the love!!
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The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of their Los Angeles home, casting long golden beams across the hardwood floors. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, undisturbed by the quiet rhythm of a family finally settled after months on the road. Bad Omens had wrapped their latest tour two weeks ago, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the house breathed with them; no suitcases stacked by the door, no frantic last-minute packing, no tearful airport goodbyes. Just home.
Noah stood barefoot in the kitchen, sleeves of his faded black hoodie pushed up to his elbows, stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce with the same focused intensity he once reserved for late-night studio sessions. The scent of garlic, basil, and simmering tomatoes filled the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of the chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven; Kara’s request after she’d declared tour bus food “not real food, Daddy.”
Two years.
It still hit him sometimes, like a quiet wave rolling in during the still moments. Two years since that chaotic grocery store aisle had upended his entire world. Two years since he’d crouched down to a three-year-old girl with his eyes and his nose and felt his heart crack open in the best possible way. Two years of learning how to be a father, a partner, a man who chose his family over everything else.
Kara Y/L/N Davis was six now, almost seven, as she loved to remind anyone who would listen, even though she just turned six. She was a whirlwind of sparkles, questions, and boundless energy, with curls that refused to be tamed and a smile that could light up an entire arena. In the two years since they’d made it official, she had grown into a little girl who collected rocks “because they have secrets,” who demanded bedtime stories with “real dragons, not the boring ones,” and who had somehow charmed the entire Bad Omens crew into being her personal army of uncles.
The transition hadn’t been seamless, but it had been theirs.
The first year had been a beautiful kind of chaos. Moving from Oregon to LA had meant packing up the small apartment Y/N had built her life in, saying goodbye to familiar daycare routines, and stepping into a world where Noah’s fame sometimes cast long shadows. But they’d faced it together. Y/N had become the band’s official merch coordinator, handling designs, online shops, and tour logistics with a quiet efficiency that left the guys in awe. It meant she and Kara traveled with them, turning tour buses into rolling homes filled with crayons, sticker charts, and late-night FaceTime calls to grandparents when the time zones got tricky.
Kara’s adventures during those two years were the kind of stories Noah would tell for the rest of his life.
There was the time in Europe when she’d snuck backstage during soundcheck, climbed onto Folio’s drum kit, and declared herself “the loudest princess in the whole band.” The crew had cheered so loudly the venue security had come running. Or the night in New York when she’d lost her first tooth right before a show and insisted on showing it to the entire audience from the side of the stage, holding it up like a trophy while Noah beamed with pride from the mic; even though the fans weren’t able to see from the pit. She’d started calling the band “my uncles” with such authority that even the most hardened roadies melted when she demanded group hugs after shows.
There were quieter milestones too. The first time she’d read an entire book by herself, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and insisted on reading it to Noah before bed, her little finger tracing each word with fierce concentration. The way she’d comforted Y/N during a particularly rough bout of tour exhaustion by making her a “get better card” covered in glitter and bee stickers. The endless questions about the world: Why is the sky blue? Why do bees dance? Why can’t Daddy stay home forever?
They had grown together, the three of them, in ways Noah still marveled at.
Y/N had blossomed in the role of partner and mother on the road. She balanced tour life with a grace that left him in awe; mediating toddler meltdowns in green rooms, designing merch with Davis that fans went crazy for, and somehow still finding time to steal quiet moments with him in hotel rooms after shows. Their relationship had deepened into something steady and profound. Late-night talks about the future, lazy mornings tangled in sheets when Kara slept in, the way she looked at him like he was her safe place after years of carrying everything alone. They fought sometimes: about tour schedules, about how much to shield Kara from the public eye, but they always came back to each other, stronger.
Kara had grown from the tiny chaos goblin who’d once poked his tattoos in a grocery store into a confident, empathetic little girl who protected her stuffed animals with the same ferocity she showed when defending her “uncles” from imaginary monsters. She’d started kindergarten last fall, coming home with drawings of their family that always included a tall figure with neck tattoos and a smile. She’d learned to swim in their backyard pool, mastered riding a bike with training wheels, and developed an encyclopedic knowledge of every Bad Omens song lyric (much to the band’s amusement when she’d belt them out during rehearsals).
Noah had changed too. The man who once poured everything into music and late nights now prioritized school drop-offs when they were home, bedtime routines, and quiet family dinners. He still wrote and performed with a passion that hadn’t dimmed, but it was different now; every song carried a piece of them. The ache of the missed years had never fully left him, but it had softened into something he could carry without it breaking him.
Until moments like this.
He watched Kara through the glass doors, crouched in the grass with her toys, her laughter carrying on the breeze. She was narrating an epic battle, Bee leading the charge against Sir Stomp, the dinosaur. Her curls bounced with every dramatic gesture, and that familiar pull tugged at his chest: the quiet grief for all the moments he’d never get back.
Y/N’s arms slid around his waist from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. She’d always known when he drifted into those thoughts.
“You’re doing that thing again,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
“What thing?”
“Staring at her like she’s going to disappear if you blink.”
Noah let out a breathy chuckle, but it didn’t quite hide the weight behind it. He turned in her arms, hands settling on her hips as he pulled her closer. “I can’t help it. She’s… God, she’s so big now. Talking in full sentences, making up stories, asking questions that make me realize how much I still don’t know. Two years, and it still feels like I blinked and she went from three to six.”
Y/N searched his face, her expression soft with understanding. “Tell me.”
He glanced back at Kara for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “I keep thinking about the beginning. The parts I missed. Rubbing your back when the nausea hit. Watching your belly grow. That first ultrasound. Hearing her heartbeat for the first time. I wasn’t there for any of it. I wasn’t the one holding your hand in the delivery room, or changing her first diaper, or rocking her at 3 a.m. when nothing else worked. I see the videos and photos, and I’m grateful for them, but… it’s not the same. I missed her first smile. Her first word. Those wobbly first steps across the living room. I missed being scared with you when she got her first fever, or celebrating when she finally slept through the night.”
His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard. Y/N’s hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin.
“I know I can’t change that,” he continued, voice quieter now. “And I’m so fucking thankful for what we have. You gave her the best start. You were everything she needed when I couldn’t be. But there’s this ache, Y/N. This space where I wish I could go back and do it all with you. Experience every little thing. Not just hear about it later.”
He paused, searching her eyes. The kitchen smelled like dinner and cookies, the house filled with the kind of peace he’d fought hard for. Kara’s laughter drifted in again, bright and alive.
“I want it again,” Noah whispered, the words finally spilling out after months of turning them over in his mind. “Another baby. Not because Kara isn’t enough… She’s my whole world, the greatest gift I never knew I needed. But I want the chance to be there from the start this time. To feel every kick. To watch you glow through the pregnancy. To hold our child the second they’re born. To see Kara as a big sister, the world’s sweetest, most dramatic big sister. I want to build more memories with you. All of them.”
Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes shimmering with emotion. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, forehead resting against his.
“Another baby,” she repeated softly, like she was tasting the possibility.
Noah nodded, vulnerable in a way only she ever saw. “I know it’s a lot. Touring, life, everything we’ve built. But I can’t stop thinking about it. About us growing this family together. About giving Kara someone to boss around and protect. About doing it right this time. From the very first heartbeat.”
Outside, Kara let out another triumphant laugh as Sir Stomp claimed victory. Inside, Noah held Y/N close, heart laid bare, waiting for her answer in the quiet space between them.
The life they’d built these past two years had been everything and more. But in that golden afternoon light, with their daughter’s joy filling the house and the future stretching wide open before them, Noah dared to hope for one more chapter; one they could write together, from the very beginning.
Series summary: Stuck in a life you don’t want, your only way out is a deal with a pirate, and that’s how your journey on a ship of outlaws toward a new life begins.
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You woke before Noah.
At first you didn't move, the cabin was dim, and for a few seconds you simply enjoyed the warmth beneath the blankets and the distant sound of the sea outside.
Then, you turned your head slightly, seeing the man lying in your bed was still asleep.
The sight of him like that still felt strange in the best possible way. During the day Noah was rarely still. He was always doing something, fixing something, giving orders, arguing with somebody, worrying about something he pretended not to worry about.
Sleep took all of that away.
His dark hair was completely disordered, falling across his forehead in every direction imaginable. It had grown a lot over the last few months, and now it almost touched his shoulders.
The blankets had slipped low during the night, leaving his shoulders and part of his tattooed chest uncovered, and one arm rested lazily across the mattress between you.
You slowly sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheets slightly higher around yourself.
For several minutes, you simply looked at him.
You found yourself studying details of his face once again: the shape of his nose, the way his eyelashes cast shadows against his cheeks, the faint freakles on his skin, the tiny lines near his eyes that were more visible whenever he laughed but still there.
It was almost unfair how beautiful he was. You wondered if he had any idea.
Your fingers absentmindedly found the shell resting against your chest, turning it gently between your fingers while you continued looking at him.
You were so distracted that his voice nearly made you jump.
“I know you're staring.”
You blinked immediately.
His eyes remained closed.
“You were asleep”, you said.
One eye opened, “You've been looking at me for at least five minutes.”
A little laugh escaped you, “Maybe.”
The second eye finally opened as well, and Noah looked up at you with the slightly confused expression of someone who had only just remembered where they were. His voice was still rough with sleep, quiet.
“That's honestly a little scary.”
You tilted your head.
“I was appreciating the view.”
He let out a tired breath and slowly pushed himself upright, rubbing a hand through his already ruined hair and somehow making it significantly worse.
You couldn't help laughing.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
You reached forward before he could object and placed both hands gently against his face.
Noah fell quiet immediately.
His skin was still warm from sleep, and you could feel the slight roughness of his jaw beneath your palms. For a moment you simply looked at him.
“What?” he asked again, although this time his voice had become softer.
You smiled.
“You're very pretty.”
His eyebrows immediately lifted.
“Pretty?”
“Very.”
“I don't think that's the word pirates are supposed to hear.”
“Too bad.”
He looked genuinely offended.
“Handsome. Dangerous. Mysterious. These are acceptable.”
You considered it seriously.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. You're pretty.”
He shook his head slightly.
“I've truly lost all authority.”
“On me? You never had any.”
That made him laugh quietly.
The sound was still soft from sleep, and something about it made you love it even more. He looked younger like this, sitting beside you with messy hair and tired eyes, no captain, no responsibilities, no crew to take care of, simply Noah.
You moved one hand upward, trying to flatten some of the strands of hair falling over his forehead, looking at him for a moment longer after that.
He leaned forward then, resting his forehead briefly against your shoulder. A few seconds later his lips brushed gently against your skin, first your shoulder, then your neck, the kisses soft and absent-minded, as though he simply wanted to be close to you.
You felt his hand find yours beneath the blankets.
Neither of you spoke for a while.
Outside, somewhere above the deck, you could hear footsteps and distant voices, someone was already working, someone else was probably arguing over breakfast. Life aboard the ship had started again hours ago, but neither of you seemed particularly interested in joining it yet.
Noah still sat close beside you, his cheek resting against your shoulder, while his fingers remained intertwined with yours beneath the sheet. Every now and then his lips brushed your skin absentmindedly, as though being close to you had become something natural, something he did without thinking.
And as you looked down at him, at his messy hair and his sleepy expression, you suddenly felt something settle quietly inside you.
You were so happy you had stayed.
Not just because of him, although he was certainly part of it, but because you had finally allowed yourself to choose.
You thought back to that night on the beach, to the lights of Saint Marlowe waiting for you only a few steps away. You had truly believed that walking into that city was what you were supposed to do. It had been the sensible decision, the respectable one, the life everyone would have expected you to want.
And yet the moment you had turned around, the moment you had run back toward Noah, something had felt right in a way very few things in your life ever had.
The crew certainly seemed to think so.
When the two of you had returned to the ship together that night, hand in hand and both looking far too happy to hide it, the reactions had ranged from relief to complete lack of surprise.
Davis had looked at both of you for approximately three seconds before announcing, “Finally.”
Jesse had apparently lost money.
Jolly had won money.
And somehow several members of the crew had confessed that they had been betting for months on whether you would eventually kiss each other, without knowing you had already done it.
Nicholas had only shaken his head and said, “This took much longer than I expected anyway.”
You had been horrified.
Noah had looked deeply offended.
The memory still made you smile.
Apparently the two of you had not been subtle at all.
This was your place.
Not because you had nowhere else to go, not because you were trapped, not because of duty, but because this was where you wanted to be.
With Noah.
With the crew.
With the open ocean around you.
You thought about mornings like this one, waking up beside him.
You thought about the mornings when he woke first and disappeared for a while, only to return a short time later and lean over you with a little smile.
“Wake up.”
“No.”
“There are dolphins.”
Your eyes would open immediately.
“There are?”
“Yes.”
“And you waited?”
“No. I knew you'd kill me if you missed them.”
And of course you always followed him onto the deck, still half asleep, while he stood beside you watching the water because he knew exactly how much you loved seeing them.
You thought about the afternoons spent practicing with swords alongside the others until your arms hurt, laughing whenever Noah offered completely useless advice from the sidelines.
You thought about evenings sitting together on deck while the sun disappeared beneath the horizon.
About arriving somewhere new every few weeks.
Seeing new cities, new islands, new markets, new people.
You had loved traveling long before you had met him.
You had loved maps and the ocean and distant places before you had ever stepped onto the Specter. Perhaps that had always been part of you, you simply had not realized that this life could belong to you too.
Noah finally lifted his head slightly, studying your expression.
“What are you thinking about?”
You looked at him.
At his tired eyes.
His cute hair.
The way the morning light touched his skin when he stoop outside.
And you smiled.
“Nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes immediately, “That's usually a lie.”
You laughed softly, “Just that I'm happy.”
Something in his expression softened, he reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Me too.”
Outside, someone shouted Noah's name from somewhere above.
Neither of you moved.
A second later another voice yelled that the captain was being lazy.
Noah closed his eyes.
“I suddenly understand why many people become hermits and not pirates.”
You laughed.
“They'll survive five more minutes.”
“That's what I keep telling them.”
He leaned in again, his lips brushing your shoulder once more in a quiet, lingering touch, before he lifted his gaze to you and kissed you properly on the lips.
It was slow and warm, like you both knew you had all the time. When he pulled back, he moved, guiding you down with him until your back met the bed and the blankets gathered around you in soft folds.
He followed immediately, careful not to put his full weight on you, one arm braced beside your head while the other stayed around your waist, keeping you close.
You let out a small breath of laughter against his shoulder, half surprised, half entirely not, and he gave you that faint, tired smile again, the one that always looked like it belonged to him more than the sarcastic grins ones ever did.
You just stayed there for a moment, feeling his breath against your skin.
Eventually, your hands moved without thinking, sliding up to his shoulders, then to his arms, and then further along his back as he settled more comfortably above you.
Your fingers found his tattoos first, tracing them slowly, following the dark ink as it curved over his skin.
Noah didn’t stop you. He didn’t tense or pull away. If anything, he seemed to relax more, and you loved that.
“You have too many of these,” you murmured after a moment, your fingers pausing briefly over a line of ink near his ribs.
He let out a small, almost sleepy sound. “Not enough. I have some spaces left.”
You shook your head faintly, continuing your slow tracing, moving instead to a faint scar along his side that was partly hidden beneath another tattoo, your fingertips lighter there without you even consciously deciding to be gentle.
“How did you get this?” you asked quietly.
His eyes flicked down for a second before returning to your face. “I remember this one. It's from a fight in a port, around two years ago.”
Then he shifted your hand slightly, guiding it a few centimeters away, to another mark higher up, thinner, older.
“But this one… I don’t,” he admitted after a moment. “I have many, it's hard to remember how I got all of them.”
You didn’t press. You just nodded, your thumb brushing lightly over it once before moving on.
There were others he told you about without hesitation, brief explanations spoken against your shoulder, while some he genuinely seemed to have forgotten how he got.
Your fingers continued wandering slowly across his skin, following the lines of ink and the faint marks hidden beneath them. Most of the scars were small, almost invisible unless you knew where to look, softened by time and partially concealed by tattoos.
Then your fingertips paused.
There was another scar on his chest, slightly higher than the others, close enough to his heart that your hand instinctively became gentler as you traced it. It wasn't particularly large, just a pale line that cut through part of one of his tattoos.
“You remember this one?”
He nodded.
“Yeah.”
For a moment he was quiet, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair while he looked somewhere past you, toward the ceiling.
“We found a slave ship. It was a few years ago,”
You stayed quiet.
“There were dozens of them below deck. Men, women, children. Most of them had been there for weeks. Some were sick. Some couldn't even stand.”
Your hand remained against his chest.
“We attacked them.”
“What happened afterward?”
“We freed all of them. I still remember one little girl stealing food from our kitchen all the time during the travel.”
You smiled faintly.
“I assume Davis cried.”
“He absolutely did.”
You laughed softly.
Noah's eyes lowered for a moment.
“It was one of the few times I felt like we had done something that actually mattered.”
“That was a good thing to do.”
He was quiet, and after several seconds he spoke again.
“I wish we did it more often.”
You looked at him, and he was staring toward the ceiling again, his expression thoughtful.
“There are routes. Ships people know about. Everybody knows some of them exist.”
He swallowed.
“I've always thought about trying to track them down. Find more ships. Stop them.”
His fingers absentmindedly brushed against yours.
You didn't know whether recent events had brought these thoughts back to him or whether he had always carried them with him. Perhaps it had always been there. Perhaps seeing his past so closely again had simply reminded him.
Either way, you understood immediately that this mattered to him.
“We can work on it.”
He blinked.
“What?”
He turned his head slightly toward you.
“We have maps,” you continued. “We could collect information when we stop somewhere, work on it, I don't know.”
Your fingers gently tapped against his chest.
“If these ships follow certain routes, then routes can be found.”
For a moment he simply looked at you.
“You'd help me with that?”
You looked almost offended.
“Obviously.”
He gave you a little smile. “Alright... thank you,” he said quietly.
For a while neither of you said anything else. The sounds above deck had become louder now, footsteps crossed overhead, somebody laughed, and somewhere Davis was almost certainly shouting at someone for eating too much breakfast.
And then something suddenly occurred to you.
“Oh.”
Noah blinked. “What?”
You turned your head toward the small bedside table.
“The drawing.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“What drawing?”
You had almost completely forgotten about it. After returning to the ship that night, after deciding to stay, after the crew nearly celebrating your return, you had unpacked your few belongings inside the cabin that now belonged to both of you. Bryan's drawing had ended up inside the drawer beside the bed and had remained there ever since.
You stretched one arm toward the table, opening the drawer and searching through the small collection of folded clothes, loose papers and random objects that had already somehow become shared possessions.
“There it is.”
You carefully unfolded the paper.
Noah shifted slightly beside you as you held it between both of you.
For a moment he simply looked.
The drawing had survived perfectly. The pencil lines still captured that afternoon on deck, your hand reaching upward to steal his hat while both of you smiled without realizing somebody had been watching.
Noah stared at it for several seconds.
“…Bryan did this?”
You nodded.
“He brought it to me the night before Saint Marlowe.”
His eyes moved slowly across the page, and he seemed genuinely impressed.
“This is awesome.”
“He has an incredible amount of talent.”
Noah nodded slowly.
“I look amazing, I'll have to thank him.”
You immediately pointed toward the hat.
“Except for the hat.”
He looked offended.
“The hat is fine.”
“The hat is terrible.”
He glanced at you.
“You're still doing this?”
“Yes.”
“It has been weeks.”
“And it remains an ugly hat.”
He laughed quietly, shaking his head.
“You are genuinely the only person on this ship who dislikes it.”
“Because apparently I am the only person here with functioning eyes. Or the only one who is not scared to tell you the truth.”
He pointed toward the drawing.
“Look at me. I look like a proper captain.”
You rolled your eyes, and there was a moment of silence before he spoke again.
“It's nice seeing that moment from someone else's perspective.”
“He drew you looking very fond of me.” you said.
Noah glanced at the picture once more.
“That's because I am.”
Before you could answer, voices suddenly echoed from above.
“CAPTAIN!”
Noah closed his eyes.
A second later: “NOAH!”
He sighed.
“I think they might need me.”
“You think?”
You laughed as he finally sat up properly, very reluctantly.
The blankets slipped lower as he stood, revealing his shoulders and the tattoos covering his back and arms, and you found yourself watching him without even trying not to.
He stretched slightly, still waking up, before reaching for his clothes that had been abandoned across various parts of the cabin the previous night. He pulled his shirt on first, slowly fastening the buttons while his hair still fell into his eyes. Then his belt. His coat.
You sat against the pillows simply watching.
He eventually noticed.
“Appreciating the view again?”
“Exactly.”
Noah shook his head, though he was smiling.
Once he had finished dressing, he crossed the room toward you again. He leaned down, one hand resting against your cheek as he kissed you softly, slowly.
When he finally pulled away, another shout came from outside.
“CAPTAIN!”
“I'm coming!” he yelled back.
A pause.
Then quieter, to you: “Unfortunately.”
He turned toward the door, and then stopped, noticing his hat was sitting on the nearby chair.
You watched him look at it, then at you, and you already knew.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
He picked it up and placed it carefully onto his head.
The expression he gave you afterward was almost entirely serious, except for the small smile threatening to appear at the corner of his mouth. He stood there with his hands at his sides as if waiting for your judgment.
“See? It looks good.”
You couldn't help but laugh again.
“I'll convince you eventually.”
“We'll see.”
He opened the door.
Sunlight spilled into the cabin from outside, along with voices, sea air, and the sound of the ship continuing forward toward somewhere far.
“Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone.”
“I'll do my best.”
He grinned, then he disappeared onto the stairs leading to the deck, and the door closed behind him.
For a few moments you remained exactly where you were, the blankets still warm, Bryan's drawing resting beside you, the shell against your chest, and the sound of Noah's voice already carrying faintly from somewhere above.
masterlist ☆ wc: 7.7k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW, smut (unedited and unprotected morning sex), noah and reader discuss a dom/sub relationship and although i have done my research, some things may still be inaccurate. idk i don't like this, i feel like i tried to squeeze a lot into the dialogue towards the end, where i could've just had them having the different parts of the conversations in different chapters, because now i feel like they just wont stop yapping lmao but hey!
SO.. i know i hyped this chapter up at the end of the last one, but what i actually had planned for that is now happening in the NEXT part (sorry) i feel like it made sense for them to talk about the relationship dynamic before they do what they're gonna do in the next part hehehe🤭
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The room was still dark when you woke up, with the tiniest slither of light peeking through the curtains. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you let out a content hum before letting your eyes shut again. But the more conscious you were becoming, the more you noticed what was happening around you.
The AC was making the room far too cold for your liking, but there was also something warm pressed against your back. Noah was still holding you tight, spooning you, one of his arms resting heavily over your waist, holding you close, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
And his cock was still inside you.
You could feel it- soft and warm at first, nestled deep inside you. But as you became more aware, your walls clenched involuntarily, and you felt it slowly twitching, thickening, growing harder inside you. Noah was still half asleep himself, but his body was reacting to you none the less. He pressed even closer, his lips brushing softly against the back of your neck in lazy, sleepy kisses.
A low, quiet groan escaped him as his cock continued to twitch, stretching your sensitive walls again. You let out a soft, breathy whimper at the feeling, which at first felt a little strange and sore, but that feeling was starting to fade into something a lot more pleasurable.
Noah’s lips moved higher, kissing along your shoulder, then your neck, until he reached just behind your ear. His voice was deep and raspy with sleep when he finally whispered against your skin:
“…Morning, princess.” He gave a slow roll of his hips, pushing his now rock hard cock even deeper into you. The slow drag made you gasp softly. “I woke up hard inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleepy lust as he kissed your neck again. “Couldn’t help it… you feel too good.”
He didn’t thrust hard, he was just giving slow and lazy rolls of his hips, like he was savouring the warmth and wetness of your pussy. His hand slid down your body until his fingers found your clit, rubbing it gently while he continued kissing your neck and shoulder.
You moaned softly, pushing back against him, still hazy with sleep. Noah hummed in approval, nipping gently at your skin.
“Want me to make you feel good again before we get up?” He whispered tenderly, his cock throbbing inside you. “Or do you just want to lie here and let me stay buried in you a little longer?”
He slowly kissed the side of your neck again, while his fingers kept up their gentle teasing on your clit. But when he didn’t get an answer, he stopped moving.
“You want it, baby?” He asked, his breath warm against your neck as he moved his hand to stroke your hip instead.
You nodded, pushing back against him gently.
“I do… but I have work this morning.” You said softly, and he sensed the slight hesitation in your voice.
“Baby, it’s only 6am,” he whispered, nipping gently at your neck. “We’ve got plenty of time. Let me make you feel good before you have to go out.”
You hesitated for half a second, but then nodded, and melted back into his touch.
“Okay…”
You reached back and took his hand, and guided it down between your legs until his fingers rested on your clit again. At the same time, you pushed back against him, taking his now fully hard cock deeper into your pussy, making Noah let out a satisfied groan.
“That’s my good girl.” He whispered.
His fingers started moving in circles over your clit again while he rolled his hips, fucking you from behind. The entire thing felt so incredibly intimate, from waking up still tangled together, to the way his chest was pressed against your back, to the soft little kisses and soft praises he’d whisper between thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Just relax… let me take care of you.”
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pushing back to meet him again. Noah kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers kept up their gentle rhythm on your clit.
“You feel so good like this,” he said, “My sweet girl.”
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one pressing him fully inside you before pulling back just enough to slide in again. The room was quiet except for your soft moans and the gentle sounds of your bodies moving together.
Noah nipped lightly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue.
“You’re getting so close already, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “I can feel you squeezing me. Don’t hold back, princess. Cum whenever you want to.”
His fingers circled your clit a little faster, still gentle, while his cock continued those slow, deep strokes. You pushed back against him, chasing the pleasure, your breathing growing quicker.
Noah held you tighter, kissing the side of your face.
“That’s it sweetheart, let it happen. I’ve got you...”
The combination of his cock filling you and his fingers on your clit finally pushed you over the edge. You came with a soft, trembling moan, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through you.
Noah groaned quietly, kissing your neck as he felt you cum around him, and he kept moving through your orgasm, slow and gentle, drawing it out until you started to come down. Then his own breathing grew heavier. His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more urgent.
“I’m close, baby,” he murmured against your skin, voice strained with pleasure. “Can I cum inside you?”
You nodded quickly, pushing back against him.
“Please…”
Noah buried his face in your neck and let out a low, shaky groan as he came. His cock pulsed deep inside you, filling you with warm, thick spurts of cum. He held you tightly through every twitch, kissing your shoulder and whispering soft, sleepy praises.
“Fuck…” he breathed, still buried inside you as he finished. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as his softening cock stayed nestled warmly inside you.
“Stay like this with me a little longer,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to the back of your neck. “We still have time before you have to get ready.”
So you did. You stayed like this for another fifteen minutes, just holding each other and sharing sleepy kisses, until you decided it was probably time to shower.
You both stood under the water, taking turns stealing the shampoo and conditioner from each other. There was just something so soft and intimate about the way he was holding you, the way he ran his soapy fingers through your hair before conditioning the ends, the way he took his time and put so much care into every little touch.
By the time you’d both finished in the bathroom, Noah was towelling off his hair while you stood in front of the mirror braiding yours, then you caught his eye in the reflection.
“…I don’t want to go to work.”
He smiled.
“I know.”
“No, I really don’t.”
He nodded his head.
“Just wanna climb back in bed, huh?”
You sighed as you tied the little elastic around your hair.
“I’ve been thinking about it.” You turned to face him, folding your arms. “Can I call in sick?”
“You could.” He shrugged.
Your eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“No.”
You groaned loudly enough to make him laugh, and he wandered over, sliding his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“What happened to the girl who told me she’d go insane if she didn’t work? Have I really spoiled you that much?” He smirked.
“It’s not that…” You rested your forehead against his shoulder with another exaggerated sigh. “I just know today’s going to drag.”
He gently rubbed your back.
“Probably.”
“Thanks for the optimism.” You scoffed
“But…”
You looked up. His expression had suddenly changed into one of those knowing looks that told you he was already three steps ahead, and he knew something you didn’t.
“If you can make it to the end of the week… I’ve got something planned for us.”
Your curiosity straight away won over your misery.
“What kind of something?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Noah!”
He shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Maybe...”
“Will you give me a clue?”
He thought it over for a moment… then shook his head.
“That’s not fair.” You pouted.
“It’ll be worth it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.” He smiled, then leaned down and kissed your forehead. “So… if you manage to make it through the rest of the week, I’ll promise to make it worth it.”
…
If Noah’s promise of a surprise at the weekend was the only thing that got you through the drive to work that morning, it certainly wasn’t enough to get you through the shift itself. Because from the moment you stepped through the door, everything just seemed to go wrong.
The morning rush felt more busy than normal, the card machine froze twice before lunchtime, somebody spilled an entire caramel latte across the floor by the counter, and by eleven o’clock you’d remade three drinks because customers insisted they were wrong- despite watching you make them exactly how they asked.
By midday your feet were aching and you felt sick. By two o’clock you’d forgotten to take your lunch break because of how busy it’d been, until Tom shoved a sandwich into your hands and guided you away into the staff room.
By four, someone had complained that their coffee wasn’t hot enough, despite steam still rising from the cup when you took off the lid. But still, you smiled through every interaction and apologised a thousand times, even when it wasn’t your fault. Then, somewhere around five o’clock, your brain simply stopped working.
“Hey.” You looked up as Tom appeared beside the coffee machine. “You alright?”
You blinked, caught suddenly off guard.
“…Yeah?”
“Pfft, liar.”
You let out a tired laugh.
“I’m just done with today.”
Tom nodded sympathetically.
“Only another hour.”
You groaned dramatically.
“I don’t think I’ve got another hour in me.”
“You do.” He said, then suddenly nudged your shoulder. “And good news!”
“Hm?”
“The new guy starts on Monday!”
You looked at him hopefully.
“Really?”
“Yep. So next week we shouldn’t be running around like lunatics.”
Relief washed over you.
“Oh thank god.”
The thought alone was enough to keep you going for the final stretch… and before you knew it, it was six. You finished wiping the counters, put away the left over sandwiches and pastries, mopped the floor and finally untied your apron.
You said goodbye to Tom, who promised to close so you could leave just that little bit earlier, then finally, you pushed open the cafe door and stepped outside into the cool evening air.
A familiar black car was already waiting outside, and it made your heart flutter the moment you spotted it. You couldn’t stop smiling as you hurried over, exhaustion forgotten for just a second. But he climbed out before you’d even reached the car.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” You smiled.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before reaching for your bag.
“I’ve got it.” He said.
“I can carry-”
“I know.” But he took it anyway. Then the two of you started walking towards the passenger side together.
“So…” Noah glanced at you. “How was your day?”
You opened your mouth… but nothing came out.
Instead, the overwhelming feeling creeped up on you again, and your eyes suddenly started to fill with tears, so you immediately looked away.
“…Hey.” His voice softened, and he stopped walking. “What happened?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart.”
You swallowed hard.
“It was just…” You let out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a long day.”
His face suddenly softened even more, because he suddenly saw it all on you. How tense and stiff your shoulders were, how exhausted your eyes looked, the way your jaw was clenched…
Without saying another word, Noah stepped closer, and his hands settled gently on either side of your face.
“You made it.” You said gently.
You looked up at him.
“What?”
“You got through it.”
The lump in your throat somehow grew even bigger.
“I know it doesn’t feel like much right now,” he said quietly, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks, “But I’m proud of you.”
A tiny, weak smile appeared on your lips.
“I spent ten minutes crying because I didn’t realise someone asked for oat milk. I had to chase them out the cafe!”
He smiled sympathetically.
“It’s okay.”
“And I forgot someone’s muffin.”
“That’s okay too.”
“And-“
“Shh,” he gently hushed, before his hand found yours. “You’re done now, okay? It’s time to come home and relax.” Just hearing him say it slightly eased the feeling in your chest. “You don’t have to stress anymore.”
He opened the passenger door for you.
“I’ve got you.”
You zoned out almost the whole way back to Noah’s, your head resting against the window, and you watched the city blur past as Noah drove with one hand on the wheel. Every now and then he’d glance over at you, like he was just silently checking in, but nothing changed the whole way back.
He could tell you were running on fumes, and he hated it.
By the time he pulled onto the drive, you didn’t even realise you’d almost fallen asleep.
“We’re home.” He said as he opened the passenger door, and reached over to unbuckle you.
You blinked a few times, a little confused and slightly dazed.
“…Already?”
He smiled.
“C’mon.”
This time, he didn’t even give you the chance to reach for your bag. He lifted it onto his shoulder before holding the front door open for you.
The familiar, now comforting, scent of his home hit you the second you stepped inside, and you let out a long breath.
God… it really was starting to feel like home.
Noah locked the door behind you before setting your bag down in the hallway, then he turned to face you.
There was something different about him now… he wasn’t stern or cold, but the way he was looking at you told you that what he was about to say wasn’t up for discussion.
He gently tilted his head.
“Come here a second.”
You didn’t realise you were still stood by the front door, so you took a couple steps closer, until he could reach you, then he brushed a thumb over your one of your cheeks.
“You’ve had enough today.”
You laughed tiredly.
“I really have.” You frowned.
His hands settled gently on your shoulders.
“So…” A tiny smile appeared on his lips. “I’m taking over.”
You looked at him curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he said softly, “…you don’t have to make another decision tonight. I’m giving your brain the evening off.”
Your lips curved into a smile.
“…Okay.”
“I’ve got three jobs for you, baby.”
“Three?”
“Only three.” He nodded, then held one finger up. “First…” He reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. “I’ve written a message for your landlord.”
You frowned. You had completely forgotten to chase up the inspection, to ask if anyone had been out to look at your apartment yet.
“It says exactly what you need it to, so you just need you to read it, make sure you’re happy with it, and send it to him from your phone.”
You stared at him.
“You wrote it for me?”
“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Then, he held up a second finger.
“After that…”
He gently turned you towards the staircase.
“I will run you a bath. I want you to take your time in there, relax, use whatever you want… there’s no rush. If you’d like, I can even help you in there, but otherwise,” he held up the third finger, “Come back downstairs when you’re finished, dinner will be ready. I went shopping earlier and bought one of those pizzas you said you liked. I know it’s nothing fancy, but just like you said to me last night, it’s a comfort food.”
Your heart melted, and you suddenly felt tears begin to blur your vision.
“You don’t have to do any of that for me.”
“I know.” He whispered, “But I want to anyway.”
You smiled.
“…Can I help?”
He shook his head.
“Nope. You looked after me last night, so tonight,” his thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “It’s my turn to look after you.”
You looked at him for a long moment, wondering whether to argue it. But why would you? The heavy, anxious feeling that had been sitting on your chest ever since you’d opened the cafe this morning was gone. Your shoulders had dropped without you even noticing, the constant buzzing of voices and thoughts in your mind had quietened.
He had told you exactly what you needed to do, you didn’t have to plan a single thing or make any choice. Just do as he said.
And Noah watched as it happened. The way your posture softened and you let out a tiny breath, and he thought to himself there it is.
He’d been noticing it for a while now. Whenever he gently took charge, you would simply let him, and you’d be so at ease. It was really the only time you’d let yourself relax, and it left him wondering something…
“Go on.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, with a gentle pat against your hip, “Off you go.”
You laughed quietly.
“Yes, sir.”
The words slipped out before you even realised you’d said them, then you suddenly froze, and Noah froze too. For a second, neither of you said a word. Then one corner of his mouth slowly pulled into a smirk.
“…Cute.”
Heat rushed straight to your face.
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know.” He smiled, “C’mon, let’s send this text and run you a nice warm bath.”
…
The bath did exactly what Noah had hoped it would. You stayed in there for almost an hour, surrounded by bubbles, and the scent of lavender filling the room. Noah had stayed in there with you for the first fifteen minutes. You talked about your day, got some things off your chest, and he even washed your hair for you.
For the first time all day, you finally felt like you could breathe. You weren’t thinking about work, or your apartment, or your landlord, or anything that had been causing you stress. You were just existing, taking all the time you needed, laying back in the water until it began to feel a little cold.
By the time you wandered back downstairs in the clothes Noah laid out on the bed for you- one of his t-shirts and a comfy pair of pyjama shorts- your hair was still damp, but for the first time since coming back from Paris, your mind felt at peace.
You heard Noah call your name, so you looked towards the kitchen, and he was stood by the counter, plating up dinner.
“I was starting to think you’d fallen asleep in there.”
“I could’ve.” You smiled.
Dinner was nothing fancy- just pizza, garlic bread, two cold drinks and more easy, simple conversation that didn’t hurt your head. It was his turn to tell you about his day now, how he visited his friend Davis (and showed you a picture of his dog), they talked through some merch ideas then he went grocery shopping and saw they had your favourite pizza so of course he had to pick a couple up.
After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch. The TV played a nature documentary that you both commented on every now and then, talking about how cute the animals were, about how he and his friends visited a koala sanctuary last time they were in Australia. It just felt so calm, so peaceful. Exactly what you needed after a day like today.
At some point, you stretched your legs across his lap without really thinking about it. Neither of you said anything about it, but after a moment, you felt his hand gently settle around your ankle.
“You alright if I…?”
You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been standing all day,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the side of your foot, “Your feet probably hurt.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“...A little.”
His thumbs began to gently press into the arch of your foot, and you let out a content little sigh at how unexpectedly nice it felt.
“Is that good?” He asked gently, and you nodded.
“But be careful, I might just fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
He let out a soft chuckle, continuing to slowly massage you.
“And is that a problem?” He asked, glancing back up at the TV. “Just means I’ll have to carry you up to bed… oh no!”
You let out a chuckle, about to argue, but his warm, strong hands were incredibly gentle, and you felt yourself sink into the comfy cushions. For a moment, the two of you were silent, watching the TV, until he eventually spoke again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You turned your head.
“Sure.”
“It’s a slightly strange question.”
That made you smile.
“Go on…”
He looked down at your feet in his lap for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“…Have you noticed how different you are tonight?”
“What do you mean?” You frowned.
He glanced back up, meeting your eyes.
“You’ve been the happiest and most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen you. You’ve smiled more, you’ve not been fidgeting…” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze. “…Do you think maybe.. it’s because your mind finally seems to have settled?”
You thought about it.
“…Yeah. Does it really show that much?”
“It does to me.” He said softly, “Do you know why you feel like this?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. So he gently prompted you.
“Do you think it could be because you’ve let me take some of that weight off you tonight? Writing the message to your landlord, choosing which bubble bath to use, laying out something for you to wear, telling you what we’re having for dinner..?”
“...Yeah.” You answered after a moment, “Yeah, it’s definitely made me feel a lot better.”
He nodded his head slowly, his fingers still working against your skin.
“I’ve been noticing something for a while.”
“What’s that?” You asked curiously.
He paused for a moment, taking in a slow breath.
“Before I say this, I want you to know that I do not think you need someone to rescue you- I know you don’t. I think you’re so incredibly capable, you work hard, you’ve built a life for yourself, and you know just how to handle things. You always will.”
He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he continued.
“But… I also think you’re exhausted.” He said simply, and the words hit you harder than you expected. “I hate that you think you have to deal with everything, and carry the weight of it all by yourself.” He added.
“I don’t really know how not to.” You said, looking away from him and letting out a laugh that didn’t really sound like a laugh at all. “I know no one’s coming to save me… I know that if I don’t stay on top of things, everything will just fall apart. It’s just the way life is, Noah. Some of us have it easy, some of us don’t have a choice.”
Another quiet moment passed, he pressed his lips together and slowly nodded his head.
“I completely understand, more than you know baby, trust me. But has it ever occurred to you…” he said, his voice soft, “That maybe you’ve just never had someone that you trust enough to take that weight from you?”
Your eyes drifted back to his, and before you could say anything, he continued.
“I’m not saying all of it, I’m not saying forever… I’m just talking about whenever things get too much, or if there’s something that you recognise is causing you a lot of stress… let me handle it. Like I’ve done for you tonight.”
He looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently stroking your ankle.
“I took control tonight, didn’t I? I gave you those tasks to do, I made those big decisions for you, and you didn’t argue, you trusted me with everything, and up until about five minutes, you looked peaceful,” he chuckled softly. “I liked seeing you like that.”
You slowly nodded your head, feeling your chest ache a little.
“Yeah… thank you for doing that, Noah. It really made me feel…” you searched for the right word, “Safe.”
He looked at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile.
“That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”
Then, for a moment, another comfortable silence settled between you two. The TV continued playing, though neither of you really knew what was going on anymore. Then Noah gently moved your legs in his lap until you looked a little more comfortable, then- almost cautiously this time- he spoke again.
“I’ve been wondering whether there’s a way we could make that feeling something you get more often.”
You looked over at him again, frowning curiously.
“What do you mean?”
Then Noah slowly took a deep breath, like he was almost preparing himself, before asking,
“Have you ever heard of a dominant and submissive relationship?”
Your tummy immediately fluttered, but you couldn’t help yourself from smirking.
“You mean like, ‘who’s your daddy, babygirl?’” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Noah dropped his head back against the couch, trying to hold back his laugh.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You giggled.
“I know.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I guess that is the stereotype…”
“So that’s not what you’re talking about?”
“No. Not unless that’s something that two people enjoy.” He looked back at you, “I’m talking about trust.” The smile slowly faded from your face as you realised how serious he was. “I’m talking about one person choosing to take a little more responsibility, and the other choosing to hand a little of that responsibility over.”
You frowned thoughtfully.
“So… the dominant is in charge, right?”
“Yeah, in some ways.” He smiled softly. “But not in the way you probably think. Instead of bossing the sub around, the way I see the dominant’s role is to create somewhere that feels safe. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. So the submissive doesn’t have to be ‘on’ all the time. They put their trust in the dom to care for them, so they can just switch their brain off.” His thumb continued absentmindedly tracing circles against your ankle. “If I were to be a dom, I don’t want someone who’s scared of me, or someone who obeys me because they have to. I’d want someone who’s comfortable enough with me to relax and trust me to make the right choices for them.”
Your heart gave the tiniest squeeze.
“…Like tonight.” You said.
He smiled.
“Exactly like tonight.”
You thought about it for a moment…
“So… what does that actually mean? If tonight worked the way you wanted it to?”
He leaned back into the sofa.
“It means we’d probably have routines. Tonight seemed to help you, so I’m guessing your brain likes structure.”
“I don’t think my brain knows what structure is.” You scoffed.
He gave you a sad smile.
“So maybe that means I’d tell you exactly how I want your day to look. You’d still get a say, of course, I don’t want you to think I’m taking your autonomy away… but maybe I’d tell you what time to set an alarm for in the mornings, I’d remind you to eat breakfast, then after work it’d be just like tonight- I’d plan the evening out for you, tell you to change into something comfy, remind you if there’s anything you need to do, like texting your landlord…”
A warm smile spread across your face.
“...I think I like the sound of that.”
“You think?”
You nodded your head.
“And aren’t there like… rules to things like this?” You asked, “Is there a contract I have to sign?”
He chuckled, his fingers stroking up and down your calf.
“There can be rules and contracts...”
Your eyebrows rose.
“It sounds a bit scary.”
“It shouldn’t be.” He reassured you, “They’re not there to punish you, baby. They’re there to support you. For example, I don’t think we’d have a formal contract, but our rules might be that you text me to let me know you got to work safely every morning, and I might ask that if you’re overwhelmed or you aren’t having the best day, to tell me instead of pretending you’re okay. And if something I did ever upset you, I’d expect you to tell me that too.”
You smiled softly, nodding your head.
“So it’s not just me following rules?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I’d have more rules than you, actually.”
“Really?”
He nodded his head.
“The dominant has a hell of a lot of responsibilities.” He explained, “If I were asking you to trust me like that, I’d have a responsibility to earn it every day in every which way, and to respect every one of your wishes. I may be the dominant, but you’re actually in total control, baby.”
The room then fell quiet as you thought, the TV still playing in the background, completely forgotten about now. You looked down at your hands, unsure what to say…
“So you think this is something that’d actually suit us?” You asked gently, and he shrugged almost shyly.
“…I think this is something we’ve already been doing without either of us noticing.”
You nodded, realising he’s kinda right.
“…Can I say something stupid?”
“There’s no such thing.” He smiled.
“I always thought this kind of thing was just like… a sex thing.” You said, your cheeks turning a little pink.
“A lot of people do.” Noah chuckled quietly. “And it can be. For some people, that’s all it is. But for other people, it’s a whole relationship dynamic. It can be the way you communicate, how you look after each other, the roles you naturally fall into.”
You nodded your head slowly, though you were too busy wondering,
“Would ours be a sex thing?”
He shook his head with a little smile.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not primarily,” he said, “I don’t want the bedroom to be the foundation of this. I want it to be built on trust, communication, and you feeling safe- that’s what I care about most.” He gave your ankle a gentle squeeze again, “The bedroom would just be another place where that trust comes into play.”
“So it could become a part of it?” You smirked.
He let out a soft chuckle, the expression on his face still calm and reassuring.
“If you wanted to explore that side of it with me, then yes. We’d talk about it, take our time, and only do what feels right for the both of us. Communication and trust is the most important part of this whole thing, so we’d discuss boundaries, things we wanna explore and the things that are completely off the table, so neither of us are left feeling unsure or uncomforable.”
You nodded your head.
“You’ve really done your research on this, huh?” You smiled.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t want to bring it up unless I was sure I understood exactly what I was asking.”
You moved your legs, swinging them off his lap before sitting up straight.
“So if I agree to this…” you began, “You’re not gonna make me call you daddy at any point?”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his head tipping back against the couch again as he flashed a toothy grin.
“Why would I, baby?” He shook his head, “...I know there’s a different word you prefer.”
Your face suddenly felt red hot, but you tried to play it off with a scoff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no? That little blush says otherwise.”
“There is no blush.” You folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to look offended though your grin gave you away. “You’re imagining things.”
He smiled knowingly but, to your relief, let it drop.
“For the record,” he said, “I’m never going to tell you what you have to call me. If something feels natural, great. If it doesn’t, we don’t do it.”
You nodded, appreciating how simple he made everything sound.
“…Okay.” So daddy isn’t off the table?
Silence settled between you for a moment, and you chewed on your cheek, another question forming in your mind.
“…Can I ask something else?”
“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”
“It might sound… really stupid.”
“It won’t.”
You hesitated.
“So…” You looked over at him, a tiny smile creeping onto your face. “What happens if I’m… difficult?”
One of Noah’s eyebrows lifted.
“Difficult?”
“You know…” You shrugged innocently. “If I roll my eyes, sass you, tease you, deliberately don’t do what you tell me to…”
His expression didn’t change, instead, he looked almost amused.
“You mean what happens if you’re a brat?” He smirked, “…well it depends, would you ever do that?”
“I don’t know.” You grinned. “Maybe.”
He laughed softly.
“I think you probably would.”
“I might… just to see what happens…” You smirked.
“Yeah, I had a feeling.” He shook his head.
You watched him carefully, that little teasing smile still on your face.
“So?”
He thought for a second before answering.
“If you’re teasing me because you’re in a playful mood… then yeah, I’d probably tease you right back, or if you’re purposely pushing me then yeah i’d give you what you want if you’re asking me to punish you- but that’s something completely different that we can discuss. But if you’re pushing back because you’re overwhelmed, upset or anxious…” His expression softened. “…then I’d stop and figure out what’s actually going on.”
“So you wouldn’t just put me in my place?”
He let out a quiet laugh.
“No, baby, not unless I know that’s what you want.” He leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes people joke, sometimes they’re bratty or playful, sometimes they’re stressed. And sometimes they’re asking for reassurance without knowing how.” His eyes met yours. “My job would be to figure out which one it is.”
Your smile faded into a look of soft awe.
“…You really think about people’s feelings a lot, don’t you?”
“I’d have to.” He shrugged. “If someone trusted me enough with this, then I’d have a responsibility to pay attention to how they’re feeling.” He smiled. “Besides, you strike me as someone who’s a little cheeky.”
Yeah… you couldn’t deny that.
The documentary eventually ended, and the credits ran on the screen. Noah reached for the remote and switched the TV off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the sofa. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a quiet sigh.
“Come on.” He said, and you looked up. “I think it’s time for bed.”
You nodded your head. He stood first before offering you a hand, waiting patiently until you slipped yours into it.
“Good evening?” He asked.
“It’s been a really good evening.” You smiled.
“Good. I’m glad.” He smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading you upstairs.
After you’d both brushed your teeth, Noah had disappeared for a quick shower. You wandered around his bedroom while you waited, absentmindedly straightening the cushion on the chair by his window before immediately laughing at yourself, thinking “seriously? you’re tidying his room now?”
The sound of the shower soon stopped, and a few minutes later the bathroom door opened.
You looked up, and… oh.
“What?” Noah glanced over, towelling his hair dry.
“…Nothing.”
A smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Mm, doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
Heat crept back into your cheeks as he stepped into the bedroom. He’d changed into a pair of grey joggers and nothing else, his hair dark and damp from the shower, his chain necklace still around his neck, catching the light. He looked too fucking good… it brought your mind back to something you were talking about earlier…
You looked away before he could catch you staring again.
“Oh… you’ve gone shy, baby.”
“No I haven’t.”
“You have.”
You shook your head, letting out a lighthearted sigh.
“I was just thinking.” You answered.
“About?”
“…Stuff.”
He laughed quietly, hanging the towel back over the door before walking over to the bed.
“Well, that narrows it down.”
You climbed into bed beside him, suddenly finding the pattern on the sheets incredibly fascinating.
“Have you got another question?” He asked.
You looked up, a little in awe.
“…How do you always know?”
“Because you’ve got your thinking face on.” He smirked, “You always bite the inside of your cheek when you’re thinking.”
You weren’t even aware you were doing it, but the moment you caught yourself, you stopped.
“Okay… maybe I do have another question.”
“Then ask away.”
You hesitated.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Why not?”
Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug.
“I don’t know…” You looked down at your hands. “It feels embarrassing…”
Noah’s expression softened immediately, he reached across the bed and laced his fingers with yours.
“Hey, nothing’s embarrassing, baby.” His thumb brushed gently across the back of your hand. “If you’re asking something because you’re curious, if there’s something you want to understand, or you want to know what something might look like…” He smiled warmly. “Those are good conversations. Important conversations.”
You felt yourself relax a little.
“So you don’t mind?”
“Not even slightly.” He smiled. “I’d much rather we talked about something when we’re both relaxed like this than when we’re caught up in the moment.”
You let out a small breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
“I think that’s why I want to ask now.”
“Mm, I thought it might be.” He shuffled a little closer to you, but still gave you plenty of space. “So… what are you wondering?”
You laughed nervously.
“I feel like every question I ask tonight makes me sound more clueless.”
“There isn’t a test, baby. And there definitely aren’t any silly questions.” He squeezed your hand. “This is something we’d figure out together, you need to ask these questions.”
The reassurance settled something inside you, and you slowly nodded your head.
“How would this kind of relationship change what we do in the bedroom?” You asked, your cheeks heating up again.
He thought for a moment, sitting up a little more against the headboard.
“It wouldn’t change anything, unless you wanted it to.” He answered, his voice warm and steady. “We’d only go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if we do this… it means I take full responsibility for your body and your pleasure, and there are some slightly stricter rules.”
Noah reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender even as the conversation grew heavier.
“First, we’d have safe words, or maybe a colour system would work better for us,” he explained. “‘Red’ to stop everything immediately. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down or check in, and ‘green’ if you’re good and want me to keep going. You can use them anytime, baby, even if you’re in the middle of moaning my name and your legs are shaking.” He smirked.
You nodded, listening carefully as he continued, his hand now resting on your thigh under the covers.
“We’d also talk about limits and boundaries beforehand. Hard limits are things that are completely off the table. Soft limits are things we might explore later when you feel safer. The most important part is that you communicate with me, so i know that you trust me to take care of you. To push you, but never break you, and to always put your wellbeing first, even when I’m being rough with you- if that’s something you want.”
“That is something I want to try, actually...” You confessed shyly, “I want you to be rougher with me.”
“And how do you want me to do that, baby?” He asked gently.
“…Fuck me harder,” you whispered, “Maybe even manhandle me…”
Noah’s smile just grew.
“Yeah? What about things like choking? Spanking? Degradation?”
“I’d like to try those things,” you nodded, “Just slowly… and maybe not the degradation part. I don’t like being called bad names or anything that makes me feel worthless…”
Noah’s expression immediately softened with understanding, and he cupped your cheek tenderly.
“Hard limit on degradation- got it,” he said firmly. “No slut, no whore, no names like that?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Instead, would you prefer that I call you my good girl? My pretty little baby?”
You nodded your head as heat tingled between your thighs, and Noah smiled softly.
“Got it, and as for the rest… fuck, baby. I love that you want it rough. I’d keep it safe, always watching your face, checking in with you, using that colour system.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “See? That’s how this works. You tell me what you need, what you don’t want, and then I take care of you.”
You nodded your head, smiling at him.
“What about you?” You asked, “What’s something you’d like to try? Or your limits. It’s important to talk about you too, right?”
Noah smiled, warm and a little amused, as he pulled you closer so you were half draped over his chest, his hand stroking slowly up and down your back.
“I’m glad you asked,because yeah, it goes both ways.” He thought for a moment, “I don’t have a lot of hard limits, honestly. I’ve tried a lot of things over the years. Rough sex, bondage, overstimulation… I’m pretty open. I’m happy to try just about anything new with you as long as we talk about it first and we both feel safe and comfortable.”
His hand slid down to your ass, just holding you, making you smile.
“One thing I’d really love to try with you is using toys,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower. “Vibrators, dildos, those suctions toys that suck on your clit. Maybe even plugs, nipple clamps, restraints… if that’s okay with you of course. I think you’d really like it if we take it slow.”
Your head spun just thinking about it, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he spoke, though you both tried to ignore it.
“As for rules,” he continued more seriously, “I have a couple that are non-negotiable for me. No gags for you of any kind- whether it’s my cock down your throat or your panties in your mouth- unless we’ve already agreed on a clear, non-verbal safe signal, like tapping my thigh three times or something. I need to be able to hear you. I need to hear your voice saying ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if something’s wrong. That’s my hard rule. Your safety comes first, always.”
Noah tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.
“I also don’t want to do anything that could cause real harm, no breath play beyond light choking, if that’s something you like, no extreme pain stuff unless you specifically ask for it and we build up slowly. And aftercare is mandatory. Every single time, no matter how rough we get or how gentle it is, I’m going to cuddle you, clean you up, get you water, and make sure you feel safe when we’re done.”
He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply, his hand slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
“Does any of that sound good to you, baby?” He asked against your lips, his voice husky.
You nodded your head.
“Yeah… I really like that.” You smiled.
“Good,” he said, looking in your eyes, “And if you had another bad day like today, you could come to me, hand everything over, and we could use sex- or play- to shut that pretty little brain of yours off.”
Noah’s voice stayed soft and warm as he held you close, one hand gently stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek as you looked up at him.
“Some days you might just need me to be soft with you,” he whispered, “So I’d take you to the bedroom, undress you slowly, and lay you down on the bed. Then I’d spend a long time kissing every inch of you… your neck, tits, tummy… until you’re all relaxed for me.” He brushed his nose against yours sweetly before continuing. “I’d spread your legs and worship that pretty pussy with my mouth for as long as you need, sucking softly on your clit until your mind starts to go quiet. I’d slide my fingers inside you and curl them just right, making you feel so fucking good, until all the stress melts away and all you can do is moan and tremble.”
Noah’s his voice then grew a little huskier as he continued.
“Other days… when your brain is working against you and you need something stronger to shut it off completely… I can be rougher with you, baby. I could pin you down, spank you until your ass is warm and stinging, then fuck you hard and deep until the only thing left to think about in your pretty head is the way my cock feels inside you. I’d choke you just enough to make everything feel more intense, hold you down and fuck you until you’re crying and cumming so hard you forget everything, even your own name.”
He smirked, trying to ignore the way everything he said was making his dick ache.
“But no matter which way we go,” he whispered against your lips, “I’ve got you. I’ll read exactly what you need that day. If you need gentle, I’ll be so, so gentle. If you need to be ruined to quiet your thoughts… then I’ll ruin you, sweetheart. And afterwards, I’ll hold you, clean you up, and tell you how perfect you are.”
Noah pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes, his hand still gently stroking your cheek.
“Does that sound like something you want from me?” He asked softly.
You nodded your head.
“I think…” you whispered, “This is exactly what I want.”
He smiled.
“Good. And just so I know where we’re at…” He gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “How do you feel about this? About being my submissive?”
“I want it.” You said firmly.
His smile softened immediately.
“You don’t have to say yes because it’s me, or because you think it’ll make me happy.”
“I’m not.” You shook your head. “I’m serious. I want this, Noah.”
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to spoil the next chapter in three words... toys. hotel. mask. :)
here's a little sugardaddy!noah x stripper!reader thing that somehow came to me while i was listening to nerv by thornhill, i don't know why, and i don't know how i ended up with this, but hey! here it is <3
wc: 6.3k warnings: NSFW, smut (blowjob), i've never been to a strip club so i don't know what goes down in there but i took my best guess! and i know reader probably breaks a lot of rules lmao, also this hasn't been proof read and i wrote this over three separate days so if theres any mistakes... i'm just a girl
i wanted this to be a lot longer, but i'm thinking about a potential part two instead, just because i wanted to post this tonight ;) also i originally wanted this to be porn with no plot but for some reason my brain can't write if there's not an entire backstory and shit so i end up with too much plot not enough porn ?? this could also be a part of the velvet universe! possibly before noah meets velvet!reader <3
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Noah stood in the shower with one hand braced against the black tile wall, his head bowed as hot water ran down the back of his neck. Steam filled the bathroom like fog, blurring the full body mirror opposite the glass.
Good. He didn’t particularly want to look at himself right now. Not after eight hours on a red-eye flight from London while his body ran on nothing but a cheap protein bar and two coffees. He hadn’t slept, he couldn’t sleep, and his body couldn’t even tell what time it was anymore.
He tilted his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as the water ran through his hair before spiralling down the drain, carrying away the smell of airplane and weeks spent living out of a suitcase. His muscles ached from sleeping in cramped bunks on the tour buses, hauling heavy luggage through terminals and sitting in vans and planes for hours on end.
He straightened up and rolled one shoulder, letting out a groan when it cracked loudly.
So fucking old. He thought to himself. Though thirty wasn’t old, not in the slightest, it just felt that way after six weeks on the road, travelling through Europe.
He landed just less than an hour ago, and he dropped his bags by the front door and immediately headed into the bathroom. He’d deal with unpacking later, he’d deal with missed calls and emails and whatever else was waiting for him later.
After shutting off the shower, he finally noticed just how quiet his apartment (penthouse, he’s just humble) was. He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water disappearing into the expensive rug beneath his feet as he made his way into the kitchen. The place looked exactly how he’d left it, spotless, almost too clean- despite him telling his cleaner not to bother coming while he was on tour, but still paid her anyway.
He stopped beside the kitchen island, and opened the fridge. Inside, he found a couple bottled waters, half a lemon and expired oat milk. He stared at it for a moment before shutting the door again.
Food could wait. Everything could wait.
He shook his head, and was about to make his way to the bedroom when his phone buzzed on the counter.
Davis: Land safe?
He unlocked his phone and typed with tired fingers.
Noah: Yeah. Got back an hour ago.
Davis: Good. Get some rest dude, you deserve it
He huffed a humourless laugh and tossed his phone back onto the counter.
If only it worked like that.
He knew he needed sleep, he was exhausted, every muscle in his body was screaming for rest, his eyelids burned and his head felt heavy… but he knew himself too well. If he climbed into bed right now, he’d stare up at the ceiling, eventually reach for his phone and scroll through twitter, reading comments he shouldn’t read. Maybe eventually he’d move into the studio and open up his laptop, start tweaking some demos for the next album, then start panicking about the next album. Worrying whether it’s good enough, thinking about streams and people’s expectations until the pressure would send him into a spiral.
His brain didn’t know how to stop when he was at home, or at least not on it’s own.
So he dragged his suitcase into the bedroom, and dropped it onto the bed. He dug through it until he pulled out a pair of black jeans, a tshirt that didn’t cling to him, and a pair of boxers that he hoped were clean. He quickly got dressed and half heartedly dried his hair with his towel before reaching for his black baseball cap that had dropped onto the floor.
He caught his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted it on his head- his bloodshot eyes and dark circles, the way tour seemed to physically age him another thirty years.
He just stared at himself for a moment before his eye caught his suitcase in the reflection. He should stay home, he should unpack, he knew that. Any sensible person would’ve climbed into bed and slept for twelve hours… instead, Noah found himself wandering towards the front door and reaching for his car keys.
Because there was only one thing he could think about during the entire flight home. Not his bed, not the new album, not even seeing his friends. It was you.
He didn’t have your number, he never asked for it, it never felt right, because everything about the two of you existed within the walls of the club. There was something comforting about that, though. There were no expectations, no texts late at night, no need to wonder if he was bothering you on your day off. He just had to turn up to the club, walk through the doors and you were there.
But sometimes you weren’t.
And if you weren’t, he’d nurse a whiskey, chat to the bartender for a while, tip the girls who came over to say hello then head home. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case tonight, since he knew for sure that you were working. Before he left for Europe, the bartender told him that you’d picked up Thursdays now that one of the other girls had left. So before he even left for the tour, he knew exactly where he’d be on the night he came home.
He barely remembered getting in his car, but now he was at the club, walking up the door with his head down.
“Look who finally decided to come home!” The bouncer grinned, making Noah look up and give a tired smile.
“It’s been a long six weeks.” Noah sighed, and the bouncer nodded his head before stepping aside to let him through.
“Good to have you back.”
“Good to be back.” He said with a nod, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was true.
But it didn’t matter anymore once he stepped inside, the smell of perfume, cologne and alcohol all mixed together as coloured lights swept across the room. Nothing had changed in the time he’d been gone, everything was still in the same place, they were still playing the same music, the same bartender was polishing glasses behind the counter.
He let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, then his eyes found you. You were on the stage, you must’ve been halfway through your first set tonight.
He smiled to himself when he saw what you were wearing. The most gorgeous lacey lilac two piece that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He wondered just how many outfits you had, since last time you were in emerald, and before that it was red, baby pink, silver, and he could never forget when you were in black the first time he came here.
You looked beautiful as ever tonight. Your hair was even curled, and it gently bounced as you moved beneath the lights. The crowd was eating it up- there were a group of businessmen at the front who looked hypnotised, and a couple guys he guessed were rather drunk, throwing handfuls of bills onto the stage.
You gave a polite smile, gracious and professional as you twirled around the pole again. Oh how he had missed watching you…
“Well, if it isn’t my favourite rockstar.” Noah looked over to see one of the girls who worked here, Lila, smiling brightly and looping an arm loosely through his. “You’ve been gone forever.”
“Six weeks.” He nodded.
“See,” she pouted, “Forever!”
He laughed softly, a warm smile creeping onto his lips.
“Good to see you.” He said.
“You too.” She said, before stepping back to take a proper look at him. “...Shit. You look exhausted.”
“I am.” He quietly admitted.
“You want some company?” She asked casually. And there was no pressure, because she knew the answer already.
“I appreciate it,” Noah said with an apologetic smile, “But…”
Her eyes followed his, and they led straight to you. She laughed, though he could tell she was a little disappointed.
“I should’ve known.”
He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” she said, playfully nudging his shoulder, “She’s been wondering when you’d come back. I think your booth’s empty if you’re heading over there.”
He nodded his head.
“Thanks.”
Lila gave him a smile, gently squeezing his arm, before turning around to head back into the crows. But Noah just managed to call out,
“Wait!”
She slowly turned around, and Noah was already reaching into his pocket for his wallet, then he handed her a little stack of bills.
“Have a good night.”
…
Noah sat in the secluded booth that had somehow become his over the past year, he had his hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey that he’d been nursing for the past ten minutes while he watched you.
You had no idea he was there, or maybe you did, he couldn’t tell. Still, he didn’t wave or try to catch your eye. He didn’t want to pull your attention away from your work. Not when this was your stage, your time, he was quite content to sit in the dark corner with his drink, letting his thoughts start to slow down.
And like usual in this place, he completely lost track of time. It was impossible not to when you would spin so effortlessly beneath the lights, when the way you moved your hips were hypnotic. He sank back into his seat, his legs spread beneath the table as his fingers tapped against his glass.
Then before he knew it, your set was over. He watched you flash that professional smile before disappearing behind the velvet curtain at the back of the stage. He smiled to himself, then finally took another sip of his drink, which had now been watered down by the melted ice, though he didn’t mind.
He was too busy imagining you backstage with the other girls, kicking off the towering heels for a few blessed minutes, complaining to the other girls about how your feet hurt- he’d heard that complaint from you enough times. He imagined you touching up your makeup, fixing your hair, drinking half a bottle of water in one go.
“So you finally remembered where we keep the door.” A warm and teasing voice spoke. "I thought maybe you found a better club."
He suddenly looked up, and there you were. Your lipstick had been reapplied, though it was a little smudged on the bottom, the pretty little outfit you had on had been covered up by an oversized black zip up hoodie, the hood pulled up over your head while the sleeves drowned you. And clearly you were giving your feet a break, since you were walking around in a pair of fluffy pink sliders.
You looked human, like a regular person, not the dazzling performer he and everyone else had just watched on the stage.
You slid into the booth, letting out a sigh as you sat down, resting your feet in his lap. But when you looked at him properly… your smiled disappeared.
“Jesus, Noah.” You winced.
“What?”
“You look like shit.”
He scoffed, setting his glass back down onto the table.
“Wow, thanks. Here I was thinking you were coming over to say welcome home.”
You smiled, tilting your head.
“Where have you been?” You asked softly, and he rubbed his eyes.
“Europe. Got back two hours ago.”
“And you came straight here?”
He nodded.
“I showered first, didn’t think you’d want me smelling like airports.”
You let out a soft chuckle, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Well, thank you for that.”
“I thought you’d appreciate the effort.” He smirked.
“I do.” You nudged one of his knees gently with your slipper. “You look a lot cleaner than the last time you stumbled in after a flight.”
He smiled, the corners of his tired eyes softening. God, he’d missed this, he missed someone talking to him like he was just… Noah.
You studied him for another second, then your smile faded and your voice softened.
“How long have you actually been awake?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“Noah.”
“Well, I slept for maybe…” He squinted as he thought. “Fifteen minutes on the plane?”
You frowned. Poor thing. He looked so tired and so tense, and instead of being tucked up in bed he was here. You didn’t wonder why, you knew exactly why he was here, even if he never told you.
You leaned back into the booth, stretching one arm over the backrest before glancing towards the stage
“Y’know, I’m on my break at the moment. I’ve got about…” You checked the clock mounted above the bar. “Forty minutes until I gotta go back out there. There was a guy asking if I could give his friend a private dance.” You looked back at him, and he was nodding slowly. “And I was going to spend it backstage until I saw you.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm.” You nodded, and thoughtfully tapped your long nails against the table. “Y'know... one of our private rooms are empty.”
His eyebrow lifted as he picked his glass back up.
“And you look like you could use a dance.” You added.
He smiled into his whiskey.
“I probably could.”
You watched him for another second, thinking something over in your mind.
“…Or.” You rested your chin in your palm. “I could give you a massage instead. You look pretty tense.”
He scoffed.
“You’re telling me. I’ve spent six weeks sleeping in a tour bus.”
You frowned.
“Must be pretty hard for a big guy like you,” you half teased, “I’m guessing the plane wasn’t much better?”
He shook his head.
“I can tell.” You said softly, “I’ve got some massage oil in my locker.”
He looked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
“You do?”
“My back gets tight after dancing.” You sighed.
“Huh.” He hummed. “You offer this to everyone?”
You laughed outright.
“God, no.” You shook your head, “I’d never get any work done.”
He smiled.
“So why me?”
You met his eyes, not sure how to answer that without getting too soppy with it.
“I guess it’s just your lucky day.” You smirked, before reaching over to touch his tense shoulder, “I think I know just what you need.”
He smiled, small and tired, but grateful.
“Thanks. That sounds good.”
You pushed yourself up from the booth, pulling your hoodie down so it covered your ass.
“Go upstairs, room three,” you instructed, “I’ll grab the oil from my locker, I’ll just be two minutes.”
He nodded, already reaching for his wallet.
“How much do I owe you?”
You looked almost offended.
“Noah.”
“What?”
“I’m on my break.”
“I know, but-”
“No.” You folded your arms. “This one’s not work.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but you pointed a finger at him before he could.
“Don’t.”
A reluctant laugh escaped him.
“I wasn’t going to.”
You rolled your eyes fondly.
“The only thing you owe me… is keeping this a secret.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.
You turned towards the staff corridor, then glanced back over your shoulder with a smile.
“And Noah?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you’re home.”
…
Room three was at the end of the corridor, far enough from the main floor that the music had softened and you could just hear the bass thump through the walls.
Noah had barely been inside for thirty seconds before he heard the quiet knock, then the door opened just enough for you to step in.
“Sorry,” you smiled. “One of the girls cornered me to complain about a customer.”
He chuckled.
“It’s okay.”
You nudged the door shut with your foot before holding up a pair of heels that looked more like a torture device.
“So, I have a very important question.”
Noah tilted his head.
“I’m listening.”
You lifted the heels slightly.
“Do you want me to look…” You made little quotation marks with your fingers. “‘Professional.’ Y’know, lingerie and heels.”
Then you liften and wiggled one foot in the fluffy pink sliders you were already wearing.
“Or… do you mind if I stay like this?”
Noah looked at the heels, then at your hoodie, then at the slippers.
“Is that even a question?”
“Your massage, your choice.” You shrugged.
He laughed softly.
“You’re on your break, sweetheart. You’ve been working all evening, I’d rather you were comfortable.”
A smile spread slowly across your face.
“I knew I liked you.”
“You weren’t sure before?”
“I was about… seventy percent sure.”
“Only seventy?”
“Yup. Congratulations.” You tossed the heels onto the armchair in the corner dramatically. “You’ve just earned the remaining thirty.”
He laughed, the sound warm enough to make your heart squeeze. Then you walked over to the small table and set the bottle of massage oil down beside a folded towel. Then you looked back at him.
“Okay.” You clapped your hands together once. “Get your ass over here, pretty boy.”
He raised an eyebrow as he wandered over.
“Bossing me around already?”
“Mm, I know you love it.” You smirked, pointing down at the plush red L-shaped couch. “Sit.”
Noah huffed a laugh, but still obeyed. He lowered himself onto the corner of the couch with a groan, and in here you could see him better. The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to miss, and there was still that tightness in his shoulders, like he didn’t know how to let them relax.
You stepped in between his knees, studying him for a second as a frown tugged at your mouth.
“Wow, you really do look rough.”
“Aren’t you just full of compliments tonight.” Noah scoffed, a playful smile on his lips.
You ignored that, and instead reached for his baseball cap, and lifted it from his head, setting it on the table beside the bottle of oil. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, flattened from drying beneath the cap.
“That’s better.” You smiled.
You watched as his expression suddenly changed, he almost looked a little shy, and his hand started to rise towards his hair.
“Nope.” You stopped him, catching his wrist before he could fix it.
“It’s a mess.” He chuckled.
“Well, in that case,” you settled onto one of his thighs, facing him, “Can I fix it?”
His eyes met yours, and his voice softened, like he’d been caught off guard.
“...Yeah.”
You smiled, and slowly slid your fingers into the dark strands at the back of his head, combing through his hair. As you did so, your long nails scratched gently at his scalp- and Noah’s reaction was immediate. His eyes fell shut, and a long breath escaped him.
“Oh…” He let out a breathy moan.
A tiny smile spread across your face as your hands slowly moved up his head, now brushing through the top of his hair.
“That feel good?” You asked.
“Mm… don’t stop.”
You laughed softly and continued, your fingers slowly and gently moving through his hair. Little by little, you felt the tension leave him, his jaw relaxed and his head tipped forward ever so slightly, leaning into your touch.without even noticing.
Then when you were finally satisfied, you brushed one last strand back from his forehead.
“Much better,” you smiled, then carefully got up off his lap, “Alright, take your shirt off.”
He couldn’t help but grin as he reached for the hem.
“Remind me which one of us works at the strip club?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, as he pulled it up over his head in one motion before dropping it onto the arm of the couch.
You opened your mouth to say something… but nothing came out.
…Oh. Wow.
You’d seen him come in wearing tank tops before, the occasional tight t-shirt… but nothing could’ve prepared you for this.
He wasn’t enormous, he didn’t look intimidating. He just looked… strong and masculine. Comfortably and naturally. His big broad shoulders tapered into a slutty little waist (sorry), his arms defined from years of lifting equipment instead of chasing impossible proportions at the gym. There were tattoos across his chest and stomach, your eyes drifted over them before settling on the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
He looked like he took care of himself.
Maybe not as obsessively as some of the other guys you’d seen in here, who make their muscles and bodies their whole personality. But you could tell he put work into his body anyway.
“You okay?” His voice pulled you back.
You suddenly met his eyes.
“Hm?”
“You’re staring.”
Heat crept into your cheeks.
“Yeah…” A laugh escaped you. “I wasn’t expecting…”
He looked down at himself, confused as to what you’re laughing at.
“What?”
“You look…” You searched for a word that didn’t sound ridiculous. “…really good.”
He gave an awkward little shrug.
“I’ve definitely looked better.”
You shook your head.
“You know what’s funny?” You asked.
“What?”
“I’m used to people staring at me. It’s literally my job.”
He nodded slowly, and you smiled to yourself.
“It’s kind of nice that the tables have turned for once.” You added.
A soft flush appeared across the tops of his cheeks.
“You’ve made me self-conscious now.” He said, half joking.
“I promise I’m not judging you.” You insisted, “You’re just… wow.”
Without thinking, your fingertips hovered near one of the letters tattooed just below his chest, then you paused.
“Can I?”
He glanced down at your hand before nodding.
“Yeah.”
Your fingertips rested lightly against his skin, tracing the edge of the ink with a featherlight touch. Then his stomach tightened involuntarily beneath your hand, and you immediately looked up.
“Sorry.”
“No.” A sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m just…”
“Ticklish?” You smirked.
“...A little.” He said quietly.
You smiled warmly.
“Wow, Noah Sebastian's ticklish?”
“Don’t go spreading that around.”
“I don’t know…” You tilted your head thoughtfully. “It’s kind of adorable.”
He groaned.
“I liked you better five minutes ago when you were being nice.”
You scoffed, shaking your head, remembering you were on a time limit. So you turned to pick up the massage oil.
“Lay flat for me, on your stomach.”
He obeyed without another word, and you took a step closer to the couch. You then shrugged off your hoodie, not wanting to cover it in oil.
“Alright.” You said as you tossed it on top of Noah’s tshirt.
He looked back over his shoulder at you.
“If anything hurts, tell me. I’m not a professional, so promise you won’t sue me or the club if… I dunno, I break your shoulder or something.”
“I promise.” He laughed, folding his arms and resting his head on them.
You looked at the couch… then at him… then at the couch.
“…This is going to be awkward.” You said under your breath.
“What is?”
“The angle.”
He frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t really reach your shoulders from here, not comfortably at least, so...” You sighed dramatically. “I’m going to have to climb up there.”
“Up there?”
“On you.” You clarified.
He bit back a smile.
“I have complete faith in you.”
“Yeah, well you shouldn’t.”
He heard you muttering to yourself as you tried to work out the least ridiculous way to do it.
“Left knee… no… that’s worse.”
Finally, you carefully climbed onto the couch behind him, balancing yourself with one hand on the backrest.
“This feels very undignified.”
“I wish I could see what you’re doing.”
“Trust me, you don’t.”
Another second of shuffling followed…
“There.” You settled yourself down rather comfortably on his butt, your knees on either side of his hips. The position felt quite ridiculous, but it gave you the perfect leverage to reach his broad shoulders.
He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“…Are you comfortable?”
“I think so.” You smiled, pouring a little oil into your hands, warming it between your palms before reaching for his shoulders.
“You ready?”
“Mhm.” He nodded into his arms.
Your thumbs pressed gently into the muscles beside his neck, and you immediately felt how tight they were. You worked slowly, using steady pressure rather than force, following the lines of muscle across his upper back. You didn’t realise you were rocking your hips with every movement, but Noah suddenly went very still.
Every time you leaned forward to put more pressure into your hands, your hips roled, pressing your warm core firmly against the curve of his ass. After a couple of minutes, you felt him move underneath you, his muscles tensing instead of relaxing.
“You okay down there?” You asked, still rocking slightly as you massaged lower down his back.
Noah’s voice came out a little strained.
“…Yeah. Just… keep going.”
You smiled, completely unaware of this effect you were having on him right now. Your hips continued to roll with the rhythm of the massage, rubbing your barely covered pussy against him over and over. The thin fabric of your thong did almost nothing to hide how warm you felt against him, even through his jeans.
Noah’s hands clenched into fists. His cock was now fully hard, trapped underneath him and grinding against the couch with every little movement you made. The pressure was driving him insane, and he wasn’t even sure you were doing it on purpose.
You leaned forward again, your breasts brushing against his back this time as you worked on his spine, and let out a soft, focused hum.
“God, your back is so tight…”
Noah let out a quiet, broken sound that he tried (and failed) to disguise as a normal groan. Then, you finally sat back on his butt, still straddling him, and gently patted his side.
“Alright, big guy. Time to flip over. I wanna do your front too.”
Noah didn’t move right away.
“…Uh, okay. Maybe give me a second.” He mumbled into his arm, his voice hoarse.
You tilted your head, curiously.
“Why?” You chuckled.
He let out an embarrassed laugh.
“Because if I turn over right now, you’re going to see exactly what your little massage has done to me.”
A wicked smirk spread across your face.
“Oh really?” You purred, “You got hard from me sitting on you like this and rubbing your back? Poor baby, were you that wound up?”
“You’ve been rocking your hips on me for the last five minutes,” he rasped, fingers digging into the couch, “What the fuck did you expect?”
You laughed softly, biting your lip as you leaned forward, pressing your tits against his back while your hands slid down his sides.
“Mm, I bet your dick's aching, huh?” You whispered, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “Trapped underneath you, where you can’t touch it… bet you wish it was my hand wrapped around it, hm?”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.” Noah grumbled, but there was no real complaint in his voice, just strained arousal.
“I am,” you smirked, sitting up straight and giving his ass a playful squeeze with your thighs. “It’s not every day I get to make a big, sexy guy like you this desperate just by giving him a back massage.”
You finally climbed off of him, wiping your hands with the folded towel on the table, then looked back over at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“C’mon, turn over for me,” you said, tapping his side, “Let me see what I did to you.”
Noah hesitated for a second, then slowly rolled onto his back. And the moment he did, the very obvious, very thick bulge in his jeans was impossible to ignore. Your eyes widened before you let out a delighted little laugh.
“Wow,” you breathed, staring at him openly, “This all for me, huh?”
You reached out and trailed one finger lightly over up the length of his bulge, not enough pressure to satisfy, just enough to tease. And his hips twitched, a quiet curse slipping his lips.
“Baby…” He warned, his eyes dark.
But you just smirked, and swung your leg around him so you straddled him again. You settled your weight on him and slowly rolled your hips forward, grinding your barely covered pussy along the thick length of his cock through his jeans, and you had to bite your lip as your clit rubbed so deliciously against him.
“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying your massage.” You teased, your voice sweet as you started working your hands over his chest and shoulders again. Your thumbs circled his pecs, brushing over his nipples while your hips kept up that slow rhythm.
Noah’s hands flexed at his sides, his jaw tight as he fought to keep his restraint, and he tried to keep his hands off of you.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He warned.
You leaned down, pressing your tits against his chest as you massaged his shoulders, rolling your hips in a way that dragged your pussy right over the head of his cock with every movement.
“Am I?” You asked innocently, lips brushing his collarbone. “I’m just trying to be nice and help you relax all these tight, hard muscles…”
You sat up again, bracing your hands on his chest as you started rocking harder, grinding down on him with more pressure. The friction was perfect- your clit rubbing against his bulge over and over while you pretended to focus on massaging his abs. You almost forgot that you shouldn't be doing this here.
Noah’s breathing grew ragged. His cock throbbed hard beneath you, leaking precum into his boxers.
“Fuck… baby,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
You bit your lip and rolled your hips even slower, dragging your wet pussy along his entire length.
“Good,” you whispered, voice dripping with the teasing sweetness you know how to do so well. “I want to feel how much you like it.”
You kept going, grinding and rolling and pressing down harder with every pass, your own breathing getting heavier as you worked yourself against him. Your hands never stopped moving, sliding over his chest, his tummy, his shoulders, all while you rode his clothed cock like you were in his bed instead of a private room at the work.
Noah’s hands finally snapped up, making you jump as he gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your soft flesh to stop your movement completely.
“Sorry- fuck, stop moving,” he rasped, his voice strained and desperate. His cock was twitching beneath you, and he felt right on the edge. “I’m serious. I’m about two seconds away from cumming in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
You looked down at him with a satisfied little smirk, still gently rocking despite his tight grip.
“Aww, poor thing,” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You really are that worked up, huh? Just from me sitting on your lap and giving you a massage?”
Noah let out a shaky breath, thumbs stroking your hips even as he held you still.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed, his eyes dark with lust. “Keep teasing me like this and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
You couldn’t help but smirk, and with one last kiss to his neck, you pressed your finger to his lips as if to shush him.
“Not a sound. Sit up.” You instructed as you stood yourself.
You turned your back to him for a moment as you gathered your hair and tied it into a ponytail. Then you turned back around, and dropped gracefully to your knees between his spread thighs. You looked up at him, your voice barely above a whisper.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” you warned him as your fingers already started working his zipper, “If anyone finds out I did this- any of this- I could lose my job.”
Noah nodded quickly, his jaw clenched and eyes half lidded as he watched you.
You pulled his cock free from his trousers. He was rock hard, big, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with precum. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave him one slow, firm stroke, watching his thighs tense.
Then you leaned in and took him into your mouth.
Noah’s head fell back against the back of couch, a silent, strangled groan caught in his throat as you started sucking him, slow, wet, and sloppy. You took him as deep as you could, gagging softly when he hit the back of your throat, then pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock.
You looked up at him again, eyes watery but determined, and whispered,
“Not a sound, Noah. Or I stop.”
Noah nodded desperately, biting his lip hard.
You immediately went back down, taking him deeper this time. Loud, wet, filthy sounds filled the private room as you bobbed your head fast. Spit ran down his thick shaft messily, dripping onto his balls while you worked him.
You pulled off just long enough to look up into his eyes and spit on his cock, then stroked him fast and tight while your tongue swirled around the sensitive head, licking up every drop of precum like it was your favourite little treat.
“Fuck… baby-” Noah choked out in a broken whisper, one hand flying to your ponytail.
You moaned around his cock in response, the vibration making his hips jerk. Then you pushed yourself further, relaxing your throat and sinking all the way down until your nose nuzzled against his pelvis. You held him there, your throat fluttering and squeezing around him, glossy lips stretched wide around the base of his cock.
Noah’s whole body tensed, and his thighs started shaking.
You pulled back with a gasp, strings of thick spit connecting your mouth to his cock, leaving a ring of sparkly lips gloss at his base, then you immediately went back to sucking him hard and fast- sloppy, messy, and just straight up pornographic. Your hand stroked the base in time with your mouth while your other hand gently rolled and squeezed his heavy balls.
Fuck, Noah was losing it. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair as he fought to stay quiet and in control. His cock throbbed on your tongue, leaking constantly, then you looked up at him with teary, cockdrunk eyes and moaned again, sucking harder, hollowing your cheeks as you took him as deep as you could.
And that was all it took. Barely three minutes after you’d started, Noah’s hips rutted and his grip on your hair turned almost painful.
“I’m- shit, I’m cumming-” He gasped, his strained voice barely a whisper.
You moaned eagerly and pushed him deep into your throat just as he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled down your throat as his cock throbbed in your mouth. You swallowed around him greedily, milking every drop while he trembled and whimpered quietly above you. Even after he finished, you kept sucking gently, cleaning him up with soft and lazy licks until he was twitching and oversensitive.
When you finally pulled off, you wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb and looked up at him with a wicked little smile.
“Already?” You teased softly, your voice sweet and mocking. “I thought big rockstars like you had better stamina than that, baby. You came so fast… did my mouth feel that good?”
Noah let out a breathless, embarrassed laugh, dragging a hand down his flushed face.
“You’re evil,” he muttered, still trying to catch his breath. “Absolute fucking evil.”
You giggled and kissed the tip of his softening cock before tucking him back into his pants.
“Worth every penny you’re about to spend on me tonight, though… right?”
Noah sat up slowly, his eyes still dark and hungry as he looked at you kneeling between his legs. He cupped your face with one big hand, his thumb brushing over your swollen, glossy lips.
“Come home with me instead,” he said, his voice rough. “Right now. Fuck the rest of your shift.”
You bit your lip, glancing at the clock on the wall.
“Noah… I would but I promised this guy a lap dance in like five minutes. I can’t just-”
“I don’t care,” he cut in, leaning forward so his forehead rested against yours. “I’ll pay for it. I’ll pay triple what he was going to give you. I’ll cover all your house fees for the whole night, plus whatever tip you would’ve made. Fuck it, I’ll even pay the club an extra 2k if it means they’ll let you leave early..”
You raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by how quickly and casually he was throwing out numbers.
“Noah… that’s a lot of money.” You said as you stood up, only to be pulled down into his lap again.
“I don’t care,” he said immediately, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw. “I’ve been stuck on a fucking tour bus for six weeks jerking off to the thought of you every night. I just came down your throat in under three minutes like a desperate loser. I need to return the favour. I need you tonight. All night. In my bed. On my tongue. Riding my cock until sunrise.”
He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours as he kept talking.
“I promise I’ll make it worth it for you, princess. Five thousand. Six if you want. Whatever it takes so you can walk out that door with me right now and not worry about losing money.” His thumb stroked your bottom lip, hsi eyes burning into yours. “So what do you say? Let me spoil you properly. Come home with me tonight and I promise I’ll take care of everything- the club, the money, you. All of it.”
You felt heat pool between your legs at how insistent and generous he was being. The way he was willing to throw money at the situation just to have you. So you smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss him.
“Okay,” you whispered against his mouth. “I’ll go tell everyone I’m sick or something. Give me five minutes.”
Noah’s grip on your hips tightened, and he kissed you harder, deep and possessive.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’ll be waiting in the car for you... and baby?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, a filthy little smirk on his lips. “Bring that pretty mouth with you. I’m nowhere near done using it tonight.”
