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Feb 14

just like heaven

cw: friends to lovers; prefame!noel; shy!reader; very fluffy; fingering; oral f. receiving; loss of virginity; praise kink; noel is big #sorry

𑣲 word count: 10,1k. ˊˎ-

wn: i wish you guys could see my face when i saw how long this ended up lmaoo. but anyways, this is my fic for valentine’s day (one day early)!! it’s a really sweet and fluffy one, hope you guys like it! 💌

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★ 1986.

“she showed up with a purple bag today”, you said. staring at that one blue car parked on noel’s street. he raised his brows, waiting for you to go on in silent, guiding the cigarette between his fingers to his lips while he watched you furrow your brows and move them back into their relaxed state. the way you always do when you’re rambling. “bit weird, didn’t really go with the outfit”

noel scoffed out a little laugh, shaking his head. “you birds really care about that sort of stuff? if it goes with an outfit or not?”

you shrugged lightly, “well. yeah. i mean… it looked— dunno. looked a bit off”. you took another chip from the bag resting beside you, muttering while chewing and covering your mouth, “looked weird in the eyes. anyone would’ve noticed”

noel snorted, muttering sarcastically, “yeah. lads are gonna look at her odd looking purple bag, alright”

you scrunched your face up, not pulling your eyes from the street as you winced. “ew, noel. don’t be gross”

he laughed, rubbing his palms over his thighs. “i’m not! it’s a fact, that is. she’s proper fit”

you let out a little exhale, nodding and looking ahead. “yeah. i know”, you said thoughtfully.

noel looked at you, cigarette stopping halfway towards his mouth. “what’s that tone for, huh?”, he teased, smirking.

you rolled your eyes, laughing once he nudged you with his elbow softly. “what tone? she is fit. i’m just agreeing with you”

he noticed it. course he did. he let out a little exhale, looking ahead as he took another drag. “a right slag too, i’m telling ya”, he said lightly. his young mind’s attempt to try to make you feel better, bless his heart.

you scoffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes and looking at him. “she’s not a slag”, you defended. despite not even exchanging a word with her, ever. you always thought they were cool, her and her little group. pretty in that effortless way. you imagined lads did too, since they were always too busy stuck with their tongues down their throats and hands up their skirts.

“heard she let phill come in her gob behind the pub last week”, he said plainly. turning his head once he heard an embarrassed groan coming from you, muffled by your hand. he laughed, tilting his head and saying light heartedly: “oh, grow up”

you laughed, face hidden in your hands and shaking your head. once you took them off there, you were slightly flushed. “well”, you started, then clearing your throat and putting your hair behind your ears. “people do that, don’t they?”

he let out a scoffy laugh, tilting his head and taking another drag of his cigarette. you wrapped your arms around your bent legs while watching him. “sometimes, yeah”

you licked your lips, asking barely above a whisper, with a small teasing smile on your face that didn’t do a good job in hiding how you got embarrassed just from thinking about it. “what’s it feel like?”, you nudged his knee with yours.

he scoffed, but his lips curled up. smoke coming out as he muttered, still looking ahead: “piss off”

“oh, cmon. tell me. i wanna know”, you said softly, playfully and genuinely curious.

he laughed, “not… talking to you about that shite”

you furrowed your brows, looking at him and tilting your head. pulling your legs even closer to yourself. “why not?”

he raised his brows, still smiling as he looked back at you. “cause you get all red from just hearin’ it, fucking weirdo”, he quipped back, not rude. just… noel.

you laughed, “hey!”. you pinched his forearm, holding back a laugh as he pulled his arm away while muttering a very dramatic ‘ow!’. you looked at the view again, “that’s mean, dickhead”

he laughed, still looking at you. “it’s the truth though, innit”

your lips fought hard to not curl up. “still”

he laughed quietly at your expression, then exhaled softly. “right. feels nice, alright?”

you laughed softly. “well. duh”, you teased, bumping your knee into his again, lighter this time, your laughter quieting down. “nice how?”, your voice is casual, but your fingers are picking at the seam of your jeans. tells on you a bit.

he sighs, dramatic, like he’s been put on the spot. “dunno. just… nice”, he says vaguely. “warm. bit mad. people make a fuss ‘cause it’s a fuss, i reckon”

you nod your head, eyes fixed on your dirty trainers moving on your heel over noel’s roof like you’re not dying to know the answer to your question: “is it better than?… you know.”

he laughs immediately, quietly, turning to look at you. “you know what?”, he teased.

you laugh too, embarrassed, eyes closing and tilting your head back. “don’t be a dick. just… you know.”

he bursts out laughing, proper this time, shoulders shaking. “listen to you” he teases. “talkin’ like we’re in a convent”

you shake your head, hiding your face for half a second. “than… sex, noel. god”, you uncover your face, and looking at him like your cheeks aren’t burning up. “there, happy?”

he shove your knee with his, laughing at the tone. but he’s a little flustered himself. “very”

you shake your head at him, and he smiles, tilting his head. as he slides his hand over his hair, pulling it out of his face, he exhales. then shrugs like it’s no big deal. “nah” he says easily. “not really.”

you ask quietly. “no?”

“no” he repeats, shaking his head thoughtfully. “just… different, i s’pose. warm, too”

you laugh, snorting. “oh how good you are with your words, mr. songwriter”

he laughs, pushing your arm. “oh piss off, you like my songs”

you laugh, nodding as you return your balance back to where it was. “yeah. i do”

and it settles between you, soft. you rub your arms up and down, he watches. noel clears his throat, “you alright?”. his tone is casual, but it’s got that edge to it. the one he uses when he actually cares.

you nod, smiling weakly and still looking at the leafs in the sidewalks being blown by the wind. wrapping your arms around and hugging your knees a bit tighter. “yeah. just… just curious, i s’pose.”

he nods, “yeah. i hear ya”

the wind picks up again, sharper now, and you shiver without really noticing it. noel does, though. “c’mon” he says softly, nodding toward his window and getting up with a small groan. “freezin’ here”, he says as he stands his hand out for you.

you take his hand, standing up and letting him take you inside his bedroom. the warmth of the room hitting you straight and getting a small exhale out of you in relief. the house is quiet, peggy and paul off to work, liam in a mates house.

for a moment, noel watches you step closer to his bed, breaking into a small smile as you take his green jumper off and fold it, since you didn’t bring one. he walks closer and takes it from your hands, muttering a small “no problem” as you thank him and fix your hair.

you sit on the edge of the bed, watching him throw the jumper you just folded on liam’s bed. you let out a small laugh, “oi”. you hear him laugh too as his back faces you, moving towards the window and shutting it.

“y’know…” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, walking back towards the bed but not quite looking at you yet. “that time i went to shannon’s house?”

you glance at him, nodding. “yeah. the day you… y’know”

he exhales through his nose, a nervous little huff accompanied by a little nervous smile. he sits down beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touch. “yeah. i didn’t”, he admits quietly with a small shrug.

your brows raised softly, and you ask quietly, curious. “no?”

he shakes his head again, eyes still on his hands right above his lap. “no.”

you nod slowly, watching him, voice soft. “why not?”

he shrugs, small, fingers rubbing his thighs over his jeans. “she changed her mind” – a pause – “s’fine though. happens.”

“oh”, you say quietly.

he glances at you then, reading your face. “we did… y’know, do a few things” he adds, almost defensive, almost shy. “just not all of it.”

you nod, absorbing it, eyebrows rising softly in that reassuring way he has always appreciated. but the room feels warmer now. closer.

“so,” he continues, a shy smile and trying to sound casual but failing a bit. “don’t go thinkin’ i’m some sort of expert or anythin’, alright?”

you breathe out a laugh at that. small and fond and a little shy too, you shake your head softly. “i don’t.”

that seems to ease something in him. he lets out a quiet laugh, shoulders dropping. “good”

there’s a beat, both of you just looking at each other’s faces the same way you’ve already done a million times. and yet, it feels different.

you look down at your hand picking at the fabric of noel’s bedsheets, then say it, barely above a whisper but steady. “but… dunno. i’d rather do it with someone like you than some expert.”

the silence stretches after the words leave your mouth, and it makes you almost regret it.

but noel doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t tease. he just looks at you, eyebrows raising softly like he didn’t expect that tiny confession at all. like he’s trying to work out if he heard you right or if his brain’s just making up the words he wants to hear.

then his mouth curves, slow and careful. “yeah?” he says softly, almost testing it.

you let out a small, nervous laugh, shaking your head as you avoid his gaze. “c’mon. i just said i’d… you know. with you. don’t— don’t be a dick.”

that gets a proper laugh out of him, breathy. he raises his brows softly and shakes his head, “i’m not. just— didn’t expect it.”

you don’t answer straight away. you just look at him again. and then, you see it: the way his cheeks are slightly red, the same way they always are after he plays a match of footie. the way his lips are curved into that boyish grin he has on every time he’s teasing you, despite not doing that now. and your thumb keeps sliding over at a loose thread while your heart keeps doing that stupid fast thing at the realization he’s just looking at you the way he always had.

“didn’t think you’d want that”, he adds, honest and quiet. “with me, i mean.”

you finally smile in that small and shy way you always do when you’re trying to be clever and tease him back. “and i didn’t think you were a virgin”

his head tips back with his eyes closed, he laughs, almost nervously. “yeah. fair”

you laugh too, the tension breaking just a bit, shoulders loosening. then, it fades into something quieter. neither of you moves straight away.

you swallow, then ask it gently, “do you… um, want it too?”

he lets out a breath mixed with a tiny nervous laugh, and nods again. “yeah. just… jus’ wanna get it right”, he admits quietly.

you smile, nodding and eyes darting down to his lips. “yeah, okay”

he breathes in, eyes darting down to your mouth, too. then, he leans in slowly. like he’s still giving you time to change your mind, but you don’t. his hand comes up, his palm resting on the side of your neck and his thumb brushing your jaw.

“this okay?” he asks quietly, voice lower now. careful.

you nod, a soft little yes caught in your throat.

and at that, he closes the distance. just pressing his lips against yours softly, tentative at first. his lips feel soft, you can’t help but exhale at the feeling of them against yours. then, both of your lips part, and his tongue slips inside your mouth first. he tastes like cigarette smoke and mint gum. just the way you expected him to. your hand slowly finds his shirt – your palm resting over his chest and feeling his heartbeat before it slides up towards his neck, fingers curling on the side of it.

he exhales against your mouth, and the kiss deepens just a touch. still slow. still sweet. his tongue gliding against yours like he’s scared to rush the moment and break it.

his hand slides down towards your waist, warm and steady. grabbing it softly as he moves his mouth against yours, the soft sounds of your tongues touching and your lips slowly getting wetter filling up the room in the sweetest way.

you let out a shaky breath when he pulls away. his pupils blown searching your as he gives your waist a small squeeze, slowly guiding you down the matress. unhurried, giving you time to adjust, to nod as he silently asks you if this is okay.

he kisses you again, softer and a bit needier somehow. you let out a small noise at the feeling, your hand sliding up the back of his neck at the feeling. his elbow propped up on the matress as he shifts slowly, barely over you. you let out a shaky breath as his mouth moves to your cheek, then your jaw.

when his mouth brushes your neck, you shiver, mouth falling agape. he pauses, lifting his head. “still alright?”, he asked quietly.

you let out a shaky exhale, already breathless. “yeah.”

that’s all he needs. his lips twitch into a soft smirk, nodding and leaning in again. his nose bumping into yours slowly as his tongue slides inside your mouth again. you kissed him back, hands sliding up his hair and grabbing it softly, moaning quietly as his hand moved from your waist until his palm slid flat towards your stomach, feeling the way your breathing hitched under his touch. his tongue swirling against yours with a bit more confidence now that he knew you weren't pulling away.

his hand found hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin and sending a wave of goosebumps through you. he pulled away slowly, his eyes searching for yours in confirmation. you only lifted your arms to help him as response. and he pulled the fabric up slowly, exhaling as he saw your chest moving up and down faster underneath the fabric of your bra, guiding his hand towards your ribcage and resting there gently as he looked back at your face. you felt a flash of shyness at the intensity of his gaze, your arm instinctively coming up to hover near your chest while your throat bobbed from the nerves.

noel breathed out a shaky exhale, lips curling into a soft reassuring smile. he didn't say anything cheesy – that wasn't him – but the way he looked at you made you feel like that no other girl even existed in this world.

“don’t hide”, he said quietly. his hand rested over yours gently, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. you met his eyes, nervously, face still hot.

then, he reached for the hem of his own shirt, slightly clumsy because his hands were trembling just a little bit too. he pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor, and the sight of his bare chest made your heart do a little flip.

he leaned back down, his skin warm as it finally pressed against yours. his hands found your waist again, his palm tracing the soft curve. “look… really pretty like this”, he said quietly, eyes darting between yours and your mouth.

you broke into a small smile, breathing out a laugh and closing your eyes. “don’t”, you whispered.

he smiled, shaking his head. “mean it, yeah?”, he said quietly, leaning in slowly. his tongue already slipping inside your mouth and you parting your lips immediately, moaning softly at the feeling. your hand rested on the side of his cheek, hands shaking as you kissed him back, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of his tongue on yours.

he pulled away slowly, shifting his head until his mouth was right above your neck. a warm exhale from his nose hitting your skin at the same time his tongue darted out. he kissed your neck again, slower this time. longer, trying to finding that one spot that made your toes curl.

and he did, your mouth falling agape and your fingers tightening the grip on his brown locks. “noel…”, you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut as you arched your back toward him.

he moaned softly at your tone, moving his hip foward until his crotch was pressed against the side of your thigh. the feeling of his warm cock already throbbing over the fabric of your jeans made you gasp softly, your hands shook as you changed the grip on his hair to his shoulder like you couldn’t help it.

“fuck…”, he muttered into your skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he moved back up to capture your mouth again. a little more intensely now, but still slow. gentle in the perfect amount.

he tasted more like your skin now. his hand slid up, his palm cupping your jaw as he tilted your head back, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that made your head spin.

he pulled away just so you both could breathe. the unsteady rhythms coming from both of you making this all feel heavy and intimate. you broke into a small laugh, and he followed right after, shaking his head and bumping his nose softly against yours as he did.

“what’re you laughing for?…”, he asked softly, his palm sliding from your cheek towards your neck gently.

you took in a shaky inhale as your laughter slowly faded, still smiling as you shook your head softly. you swallowed before you answered, “nothing, just… nervous. s’all”

he breathes out a little laugh himself, more out of nerves than anything else, shaking his head slowly. “s’alright. we can just... stay like this for a bit, if you want, yeah?”, he offered softly, though he was already so hard it nearly hurt. “no rush”

you looked at him, taking in a shaky inhale at the sight of him. the boy who wrote songs about everything and nothing. the boy who shared a bedroom with his annoying little brother. the boy who only talked to you about his daydreams because you were one of the few people who would never make fun of it. the boy who was your best friend.

the boy you had no doubts you wanted to do this with.

you nodded your head, your tone shy and shaky but certain. “no”, you assured, while your hand rested over his chest. “i want to…”

his brows relaxed in relief, the corner of his lips curling up as he closed the distance once more. you let out a small, shaky whine when his tongue swiped against yours again, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. he tasted so familiar, but everything else felt brand new. the weight of him, the way he moaned into your mouth when you pulled him closer, his warmth against your skin, the feelings of his hands on your body in a way they’ve never been before – or anyone else’s either, actually.

the quietness coming from the house made every wet sound of the kiss and every shaky exhale feel loud, intimate and entirely yours. and you only broke the kiss to let out a soft moan you couldn’t hold in at his hand slowly cupping your breast over the fabric of your bra. “noel…”, you moaned against his lips, slightly agape and swallowing every tiny noise you made.

he pulled back just an inch, you nearly missed the way his eyes watched your face, nearly hypnotized. his thumb slowly hooked under the lace edge of your bra, his knuckles grazing over the curve of your breast so gently it made your stomach flip. “can i?”, he whispered, his voice breaking just a tiny bit. “take this off?”

you felt the heat rise from your chest all the way to your cheeks. you nodded, small and nervous, and he reached behind you. his fingers trembled slightly as the clasp gave way. when the fabric fell away, your breath hitched, licking your lips as you watched his palms slide the straps down your arms and then fully get rid of them.

you watched his face, but he busy was staring at your nearly exposed skin. “fuck”, he whispered, guiding his hand towards your soft flesh and slowly squeezing it. he licked his lips, eyes adverting back to you as a shaky moan escaped from you. the corner of his lip twitching upwards the moment your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his thumb sliding over your nipple.

he leaned down, his hair tickling your collarbone the moment his lips found the slope of your breast. he started with soft and slow open mouthed kisses, trailing them until he finally took you into his mouth. you let out a broken gasp, back arching off the mattress as the sensation went straight to your core. “noel…”, you moaned. he pressed his hips closer to your thigh again, aching to relief some of pressure. but he was still slow – his tongue swirling before he sucked your nipple gently, making you grab at his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut and head tipped back.

he let out a low moan against your skin before he pulled away and looked down at your jeans. then back at you, his hands hovering over the button. “these next, yeah?”

you bit your lip, nodding again, cheeks burning up as he eased the denim down your legs. his movements were careful, almost reverent. he tossed them onto the floor and settled back beside you, looking at you in just your knickers, thighs bare. “have you…”, he started, slowly loosing track of what he was going to say at the sight of his palms tracing the front of your thighs and sliding over your hip carefully. he cleared his throat, pulling his gaze back at your face to manage to say it out loud, with a sheepish and nearly nervous smile on his lips. “um. have you ever?… inside?”

you swallowed hard, breathing out a small nervous laugh of your own at the question if you’ve ever been fingered before. “just... um. my own” you managed to get out, the admission making you want to curl into a ball. “but… barely. didn’t… yknow. really, um… know. how to”

noel let out a little fond laugh, the kind that wasn't mean – just warm and understanding. he shook his head slightly, a small smile on his face. “s'alright”, he whispered, his hand stroking your inner thigh. you parted them slightly without even noticing. “nothin' wrong with that, yeah?”

you nodded, swallowing gruffly. you were trembling now, and you hoped he didn’t notice. he did, of course. but he wouldn’t really mention it right now. he just leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to your mouth, lingering. smiling softly to himself as you parted your lips and your tongue slowly darting out in search of his. he only looked away from your face to watch his fingers toy slowly with the waistband of your knickers.

“have to be really wet for it to feel good, yeah? proper”, he said quietly, his voice thick. “don't want to hurt ya”, and slowly, he brought two of his fingers to your mouth, his eyes locked on yours as the pad of his digits pressed down softly on your bottom lip. “suck 'em for me, love”, he whispered.

your face was burning, but you did as he asked. you took him slowly into your mouth, watching him watch you with his lips parted and nodding slowly at the sight – almost dumbly. your tongue shyly swirled around his knuckles, a small muffled moan escaping you once you felt his cock twitch inside his trousers pressed right against your thigh. when he pulled his fingers away, they were glistening just like your lips. he licked his lips as he moved his hand back down, his palm rested over your mound for a second before his fingers slipped inside your waistband.

you gasped softly in pleasure at the feeling, a small moan coming out of him too as he found you already slick. “fuck… you’re…”, he whispered, and you just nodded, eagerly and needy. he mouth found yours again, with a little more intensity now, and this time you struggled to kiss him back. his fingers drew wide circles around your cunt, dragging the pad of his digits slowly whenever they slid over your clit all the way to your entrance that clenched around nothing.

you moaned against his lips, head tipping back because you couldn’t help it. your fingers grabbed his hair softly, gripping it a little harder every time the friction felt too good. and he watched your expression twisting in pleasure. his brows furrowed softly once he slowly pressed his finger inside, feeling his cock twitch inside his trousers at the gasp you let out, that quickly turned into a needy moan. you breathed out his name, cutting yourself halfway, trying to swallow back down by biting your shaky lip.

he leaned in closer to your ear, lips curling up softly despite his arousal that was getting painful, to be honest. “don't hide it, love”, he whispered, his thumb pressing over your clit and circling it in a slow, steady rhythm that made your mouth fall agape again, nails digging into his bicep. “wanna hear ya, yeah?”

a shaky moan escaped out of you at his words. jesus fucking christ. do all guitar players do it like this? your head dropped to the side, pressing your face to the crook of his neck and moaning against it. your hips twitched at his scent only adding to the feeling. you stuttered out his name, moaning it quietly. and despite noel’s breathing being heavy – ragged against your skin as he kept that steady, agonizingly perfect rhythm with his fingers – his lips curled up softly, pulling away to watch your expression. “yeah? feels good, sweetheart?”, he asked quietly, his blue eyes dark and focused, tracking every flutter of your eyes and your brows, the way your lips stayed agape as you choked out tiny moans.

your nails digged into his shoulders, hands shaking and pretty much grabbing every bit of skin of his arm – not even that making him stop moving his hand, fingers disappearing fully beneath the fabric of your knickers. he was so gentle, precise in a way you thought only existed in your wettest dreams. unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to figure you out.

he leaned down, pressing his lips into the crook of your neck, only pulling away to watch the delicate fabric move above the back of his hand, humming deeply at the quiet wet sounds filling his bedroom. “that’s it, love”, he murmured, his voice a low tone that made your toes curl. “just like that”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand stilled for a second. he reached out, hooking his thumbs into the straps of your knickers. “gonna take these off, alright?”, he asked quietly, eyes searching yours for that silent 'yes'. you nodded, your breath hitching, and he slowly eased them down your legs, tossing them to join the pile of clothes on the floor.

the cool air hit your skin, feeling shivers rise all over your body at the sight of noel shifting slowly, moving until his chest was pressed against yours, his thighs between yours. he propped himself up on his elbows, looking at you with an intensity that made you want to hide and lean into him all at once. he reached out, his hand trembling just a fraction as he they went down to your core again, fully bare this time.

he watched your face, the way you reacted when his fingers picked up your wetness and smeared it over your clit again, slowly. your mouth fell agape in pleasure, but he kissed you anyway. his tongue slowly swiping over your bottom lip, kissing the corner of your mouth as you moaned quietly. “can i?” he asked, his voice barely a breath. “wanna... wanna taste ya.”

you could only nod, swallowing nervously as your eyes scanned over his expression, fingers tangling in the sheets. you watched him let out a shaky exhale, then lean back slightly until he was kneeled between your legs – one of his hands still playing with your folds, while the other splayed over your thigh, spreading you for him. your hand was loosely wrapped around his wrist while you moaned his name quietly, he felt your muscles tense underneath his touch, his eyes darted between your face and his hand whenever tiny wet noises would get a little louder. taking his time as they dragged down your body, catching every glimpse of your chest having with your nipples hardened and still glistening with his spit, goosebumps raising on your skin and every curve of you. making his aching cock even harder to ignore, but he was on a mission right now. right now, it was all about you.

he licked his lips, asking quietly, “feel good?”.

you moaned, closing your eyes and nodding – the sight pulling a smirk out of him as he finally looked down again, slowly shifting until his head was right between your thighs. you felt your breathing get uneven again, at everything. the feeling of his hair brushing against your inner thigh, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your clit.

then, he gather some saliva in his mouth. you watched as he let it drop slowly onto you – a warm, slick sensation that made your hips buckle and your breathing hitch. he smoothed it in with his thumb, his eyes never leaving your soaked cunt, but still aware to every sound you made, just to be sure you were okay with every new touch. “look at that”, he rasped mindlessly, his thumb circling your clit while his mouth placed a wet and slow kiss on your inner thigh. “fuck, you're so pretty”

you moaned, head already spinning and weighting like a ton as you propped it up to watch him. your hand shook as you guided it closer to his face, brushing his cheek with trembling fingers. “please, noel.” you breathed out, voice tiny and cracking.

only then he looked up back at your face, slowly leaning down. he started slow, his tongue just barely flicking against your clit, almost testing. but you immediately let out a shaky and needy whine, high pitched in a way that made your cheeks burn, hips twitching off the mattress instinctively.

“shhh, i’ve got ya”, he muttered against your cunt. one his hands slid up to grip your hip to hold you steady, while the other slowly slid down to your entrance again, rubbing it and feeling you pulse around his fingertips. before you could say anything else, or even form a thought, his tongue was warm and flat as it found your clit. circling the swollen bundle of nerves with a rhythm that felt like it could send you to heaven and back. he wasn't rushed, neither did mind the mess – his nose bumping against your mound and your clit deliberately, his hot tongue picking up every drop of your arousal, moaning at your taste in a way you couldn’t help but throw your head back.

if only you could see how pretty he looked right now. his blue eyes droopy and still locked on your face twisting in pleasure, humming against your cunt every time your chest went up and down a little faster than usual. he swiped his tongue up and down at a slow pace, his lips glistening with your arousal as he slid his finger in – eyebrows automatically furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around it, slowly rutting his hips against the matress for relief. his tongue was flat, sloppy yet slow and warm as you felt the tension coil tight in your stomach, a sudden pressure building inside.

your fingers tightened on his hair, pulling him closer without even realizing. “noel— f-god… i— it... i’m… f-fuck”, you breathed out

“that’s it, jus’ let go”, he mumbled, his voice muffled against you. he looked up for a split second, his chin wet, a small smirk on his lips when he saw how wrecked you looked. he went back to it, his finger curling up and hitting that spongy spot while his tongue swirled around your clit, taking it between his mouth and sucking it in a way that tipped you over. it felt better than you’d imagine, overwhelming, making you come undone faster than what you were used to on your own. you couldn’t even stop it: your muscles tensed, breaths coming in short and overwhelmed bursts.

“noel!” you cried out, your back arching and your head pressing even deeper into the pillow. you came hard and fast, the sensation crashing over you in waves that made your vision blur. you squeezed his shoulders, you gripped his hair – pretty much everywhere you could reach. your legs shook uncontrollably as it washed through through you, but it didn’t stop him. his tongue stayed over your folds, slowing down but still humming against you, catching every drop, keeping you grounded until the tremors faded.

only when your chest became even again – not slow, just at a stable rhythm – noel pulled away. and you only opened your eyes when he finally crawled back up. your gaze felt blurry, but his face flushed, brown hair a mess in the softest way and his lips glistening with you made you snap right back into reality. he looked down at you, eyes soft and full of something that wasn't just lust.

“was that okay?”, he breathed out, his lips curled into a smirk that was cocky and nervous at the same time.

you blinked, licking your lips in an attempt to convince your mouth to actually speak coherent words. but you just broke into a small, breathy laugh. closing your eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up for the millionth time.

and you heard him laugh quietly at your reaction, mirroring you. “what?”, he asked gently.

you nodded, still struggling to get air back into your lungs. your hand brushed his hair down, trying to put it back into place, sliding down to nape of his neck and fingers tangling softly in the hair there, shyly pulling him back down to you. “yeah, i’m... it was more than okay, noel.”

he pressed his lips on yours, grinning against them, a flash of the old, cocky noel returning for a split second. “good” – he kissed you gently, making you inhale softly and shaky at the taste of yourself – “cause i’m havin’ a pretty great time myself, if i’m honest”

you let out a shaky little laugh, the room still spinning a bit as the weight of his torso settled over yours again. you can feel his heart beating as fast as yours, pressed bare against your chest, the feeling of his soft chest hair brushing your nipples grounding and maddening all at once. you looked up at his eyes again, searching for anything that would confirm those inexperienced insecure thoughts that inevitably roamed through your mind.

you cleared your throat, “do i… um. do i taste alright?”, you asked, barely above whisper, eyes darting between his and his lips still slick with you, just because the vulnerability of it all felt like too much.

noel huffed out a little laugh, raising his brows softly – not mean, just a disbelieving little action, like he couldn’t actually believe you were asking that. “taste…” he started, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that was slow and tasted like you. “fucking incredible.”

your breath hitched, your hands grabbing at his arms softly. “y-yeah?…”

he nodded, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye before guiding his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. “could stay down there all day, love”, he murmured against your pulse, the light stubble grazing you in a way that was enough to make your hips lift, chasing any kind of stimulation all over again.

you moaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut at the raspy sound of his voice. your hand was still trembling as it mindlessly slid down from his shoulder, moving over his chest and down past the soft skin of his belly, brushing over his happy trail you’d only ever caught glimpses off – you’d never allow yourself to look at it for too long.

naturally, you were hesitant. nervous. your fingers ghosted over the waistband of his trousers, lingering on his lower belly and nearly whimpering at the feeling of his soft skin under your touch, at the heat radiating from him and at the sound of him moaning quietly against your neck. you wanted to touch him, to make him feel good just like he did to you. but as your hand moved toward the heavy length of him strained against the denim, noel caught your wrist. slow, gentle and firm all at once.

“not… not yet” he rasps, voice sounding restrained. he lifted his head softly, just enough to look into your eyes.

you looked back at his, your eyebrows furrowing softly in concern. “w-what? did i do it wrong?”

he shuts his eyes tight, laughing quietly despite himself, shy in a way that made your heart flutter. he shook his head, regulating his own breathing. “no. god, no. just– fucking hell, if you touch me now, i’ll be done before we even started”

you let out a tiny, shaky laugh, face still flushed from the way he’s looking at you. quickly pulling your hand back, bringing it up to cover your mouth. “oh. sorry”, you mumble against your palm.

he lets out a breathless, shaky laugh, shaking his head and moving his hand until it held yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. “don't be”, he says, his voice raspy and quiet, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing the knuckles softly.

you try to fight a smile, at the sweetness of it all and at his secret little admission. biting down your bottom lip as you struggled to believe that noel was as nervous as you – the same noel that mouthed off anyone who talked crap at the pub, that pretended nothing ever got under his skin, that always pushed you to get out of your shell.

he huffs, a self-deprecating yet light little sound against your hand as he sees the little giddy smile you’ve got on. “don’t be getting all smug about it either, right?”, he says softly and teasing all at once, eyebrows raising.

you laugh, nodding and closing your eyes. “alright, alright. i won’t”

he laughs, shaking his head. “just give me a second to... get a grip, yeah?”

you fought back a smile, scrunching your nose and tilting your head as you watched him – tone light despite the fondness that felt like too much to bare, same one that’s been there all along, same one you’ve tried to deny every time your chest felt a little too full. but now, it feels right. “you’re always this sweet?”, you teased.

he breathes out a tiny laugh, smiling as he leans in to kiss you again. you both smile into it. and it’s not rushed. not proving anything, but still an answer. it’s slow and steady and warm. it’s better than you’d ever imagined, because he’s learning you as much as you’re learning him.

and when he pulls back slightly, brushing his nose against yours, there’s a soft grin on his face. boyish. relieved. “just with you”, he whispered, feeling your lips curling up against his – and just as giddy. “don’t tell anyone, though. have a wanker reputation to keep”

you laugh, eyes closing while you nod. “alright”

he nodded back, smiling, gaze darting between your lips and your eyes. “alright”, he said quietly.

he stays hovering over you for a moment longer, foreheads touching, stealing a kiss here and there and smiling like idiots in between it, like two people who can’t quite believe this is happening. his thumb brushes absentminded brushes over your wrist, and it grounds you in between this gentle and nervous energy buzzing inside his bedroom. it’s not pressured. just… new. charged in a tender way.

you cleared your throat, already smiling again. “so…” you say, and it comes out breathy, almost shy.

he huffs a laugh. “right”, nodding while breathing in, hitching without intending to. you smile back.

and neither of you move.

you both break into a laugh again, because you’re clearly thinking the same thing and neither of you wants to be the one to break the spell.

he clears his throat softly, nodding toward the bedside table. “d’you, uh… mind grabbin’ one? top drawer.”

you blink, following his gaze, then nod quickly. “yeah. yeah, okay.”

you shift, reaching over, trying very hard to look casual, normal, despite being completely bare and flushed. your fingers fumble for a second before you find the little foil packet. when you lay back, your gaze moves towards him again, and he’s already pushed himself up onto his knees, pushing off his underwear to meet his pants that are already touching the matress. and then you see it, for real and for the first time. he’s hard – painfully so, it seems – and leaking, the small clear liquid of his pre cum smeared all over the pink shaded tip of his cock.

and you freeze. and it slips out of you before you can stop it.

“jesus.”

he stills for half a second – then lets out a breathy, almost embarrassed laugh, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “what? never seen one?”, he teases, there’s a smug edge to it, because he knows what you’re on about. but it’s still vulnerable, because he’s nervous. and you can see it in the way his shoulders aren’t quite relaxed, in the way he won’t fully meet your eyes for more than a second.

you stare at him, then burst out a breathy laugh, because it’s obvious and because your heart is racing. the small wrapper falls right beside you, hands too busy flying towards your face and covering your flushed cheeks and your blown pupils while your body shakes softly with laughter, “no, noel!”

he laughs too, shaking his head while he reaches for the condom resting on the mattress beside you, the back of his hand brushing your ribcage as he does so. “fuck, sorry”, he says lightly and apologetically, and you can hear the smile he has on while he opens the package before rolling the rubber down his shaft – a little clumsy, a little rushed in that endearing way of someone trying very hard not to mess up. when he looks back at you, your hands are back on the sides of your cheeks, watching him.

“stop smiling, dickhead”, he says, but there’s no bite to it because he’s smiling too, shifting his weight awkwardly until his chest is on top of yours again. brushing over yours, raising and falling down at the same pace. the sticky feeling of the lube on the rubber material heavy on your lower belly as his hard cock rests over it.

you breathe in, shaky. cheeks heating up and biting your lip as you look at his face right over yours. “i’m not— it’s not—”, you start, voice wobbling. then you take a deep breath, head tipping back as you try to get it out. “just— jesus, noel.”

he smirks, brows knitting together. “what d’you mean?”, he asks softly. but he knows. bastard.

you huff out a laugh, closing your eyes. overwhelmed and fighting off a nervous grin. “you’re… huge”

there’s a split second where he just stares at you, and then his face shifts. he bites down a laugh, the tension in his shoulders eases, relief slowly mixing with the nerves. “oh”, he says, and then a slow, smug grin tugs at his mouth despite himself. “that’s what this is about?”

“don’t…”, you warn, finally opening your eyes. you let out a huff, exasperated and fond and nervous. you bite down a little smile, and you whisper: “don’t get cocky about it.”

“bit late for that, love,” he mutters, shaking his head. but his ears are as red as his cheeks.

you shake your head, still smiling. “you’re being really annoying right now”, you tease softly, then exhaling shakily as the laughter fades into something quieter. the reality of it settling on your chest – the vulnerability, the closeness, the fact that this is actually happening.

“yeah?” he teases, grinning. “thought i was being sweet”. he plays it off, because he sees the shift. the way your breathing changes. the way your hands come to rest nervously on your chest.

that softens you, just a little bit. because it reminds you that he’s still noel. the same noel you’d rather do this with than anyone else. you exhale, looking into his eyes and fighting a small nervous grin from growing again on your lips. “you are”, you say quietly. honest.

he smiles softy, the teasing dropping just a little. he leans closer again, slow, careful. his hand brushes your hair out of your face, lingering there. “y’okay?”

you swallow, smiling softly while you nod. “yeah”, you admit quietly, “really want this… with you”

that does something to him. you see it – the way his expression shifts into something softer. ridiculously fond and almost reverent. “yeah. me too”, he breathes out.

you take in a shaky breath, looking at him. your hand cups the side of his face and you kiss him. slow, easing everything you’re feeling as your tongue slides against his – and little do you know he needs this as much as you. you pull away just a bit, lips still brushing against his as you two share the same air. you lick your lips and look down, parting your legs even more to let him know he can carry on.

he looks down too. then, he slowly lines himself up with your entrance, one hand sliding down to guide himself, the other braced beside your head. “tell me if it’s too much. if y’want me to stop, yeah?”, he says quietly with his forehead resting against yours for a second. you nod, bumping the tip of your nose against his, both mouths falling agape in a quiet moan as he rubs his tip over your pulsing entrance.

and then, he pushes in. just a little. slowly. your cunt flutters around the head of his cock, you tilt your head back at the stretch. “f-fuck, noel…”, you breathe out his name, your voice comes out shaky, needy in a way you’ve never been before. your legs shake as you begin to take him.

he keeps his eyes on your expression, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he pushes inside a little more. your breath catches immediately, fingers tightening in his shoulders and nails digging in as your body tries to adjust. your brows furrow together, a moan slipping out before you can stop it.

“slow, yeah?” he whispers, his eyes taking in every little detail of your face. “you tell me if… if it’s too much.”

you nod quickly, chest rising as fast. “d-don’t… don’t stop, please”, you breathe out. he swallows, looking down and taking a moment before he presses forward again, careful, controlled, heavy huffs leaving his nostrils like it’s taking everything in him not to lose that control. and he keeps sliding inside slowly, so slow you feel every inch of it. you moan, chest arching into his.

“hurting?” he asks softly.

“just—”, you choke out, nails digging into the back of his neck now, “just a bit. it’s okay.”

he nods. moves again, gradual, patient, until he bottoms out with a quiet, strained moan. his body stills completely, pressed flush against you. he drops his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he needs it. like it steadies him. “fuck”, he moans quietly, his cock twitching inside you making you hiss softly.

“s-shit. sorry, love”, he slurs against your skin, voice rough but not teasing now. just awed. “didn’t mean to. just— y’so fucking tight”

you nod, but your eyes sting. overwhelmed by the stretch, by the intimacy of it, by him. a tear slips before you can stop it, and you breathe out a shaky exhale through your mouth, your face hiding on the curve of his shoulder, overflowing with everything.

he notices instantly. he pulls back just enough to look at you, thumb brushing under your eye. “hey… hey”, he whispers, slight concern flooding in. “s’alright, yeah? i’ve got you.”

you laugh weakly, shaking your head. “i’m fine. just— it’s a lot.”

he leans down and kisses the tear away gently. once, then again. so careful it makes your chest ache. “s’okay. we’ll stay right here for a second”, he says quietly against your cheek. reassuring, despite himself trying to hold in the overwhelming feeling growing on his chest and his lower belly. “let you get used to me, yeah?”

you nod, breathing in and out deeply as your body gradually relaxes around him. your hands slide up into his hair, holding him close. the warmth, the weight of him, slowly starts to feel natural. perfect.

after a moment, you tilt your head, brushing your lips against his temple. “feels nice”, you whisper.

he breathes out a quiet laugh. “too nice”, he admits into your hair.

you laugh quietly, breathless. “yeah?”

“god, yeah”, he confesses, breathing it out. “have to… fuck. havin’ to think about city loosing right now”

you let out a soft, incredulous laugh against his skin, pressing your nose to the side of his neck – accidentally clenching around him at the scent of his skin filling up your nostrils. “you serious?”, you ask quietly. fond.

he muffles a moan on the side of your neck, nodding. “only thing keepin’ me from embarrassin’ myself”, he mutters against your skin, placing a soft kiss over your pulse point.

you smile, bringing a hand to his cheek and shifting his head until he’s facing you again. you both exhale in that little giddy and fond way, and you both close the distance – meeting halfway into a kiss that’s needy and soft all at once.

you moan inside his mouth, a soft sound escaping you at the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours that makes your hips stutter slightly. he breaks the kiss just to moan against your lips, both slick with spit.

“noel…”, you moan against his mouth.

his hand slides down to lace with yours against the mattress. grounding. his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you close as he looks at your face, breathless and his cheeks flushed. “yeah?”

“you can move”, you whisper.

he licks his lips, nodding slowly. just then, he pulls his hips away, careful. almost cautious. then eases forward again, slow and deliberate. your hand grips the back of his neck tighter, mouth falling agape and eyes tightening shut at the feeling.

he only watches you, despite his breathing being as shallow. and he pulls away again, then slides in once more. every time his crotch presses against yours, already slick with your wetness, you moan his name. each slow thrust makes you gasp quietly, the discomfort quickly fading into pleasure, feeling even more aroused despite not thinking that was possible at this point. “noel…”, you moan against his lips, nails dragging lightly down his back.

“good?”, he asks softly, barely above a whisper.

you nod your head eagerly, with a needy whimper. he mutters out a “fuck” as his pace begins to shift just a little. it’s natural, unspoken. his thrusts get a little more confident, a little more fluid once he realizes you’re alright by now.

every few seconds his lips press to your neck, your jaw, your cheek. little reassuring kisses that shift into needy and breathy moans coming from him every time his cock slides into your pulsing and wet cunt.

and you moan every time his cock presses in a place inside you’d never known until now. “oh… oh my god, noel…”, you whimper, needy. completely letting go of any shame now, fully consumed by the pleasure. he watched the way your expression shifted, his own brows furrowing in concentration and pleasure.

he kissed you with a low groan, moaning inside your mouth just like you were. but he was careful, tender in the perfect amount. his cock slid into you with wet gushy sound every time his hips moved with a grace that even surprised him – sure, a bit clumsy, a bit messy, but entirely right because it was him.

“like that, yeah?”, he whispered against your lips. he might’ve never done this before, but the way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and your mouth moaned needily against his every time he thrusted in you, wasn’t rocket science he was doing an okay job. fuck, more than okay.

but he wanted to hear it. so you gave it to him, nodding eagerly and moaning out, “y-yes… fuck, noel. d-don’t stop…”

he moaned at your reaction, alongside the feeling of your cunt clamping down around him. bringing his hand to your face and holding your jaw and kissing you messily. sloppy, wet and slow in a way that made his hips speed up without even meaning to.

you let out a high pitched moan, nails digging into his back. “fuck, fuck! yes… oh god, noel. yes”

he bit down his lip, shifting and accidentally finding a spot that made your eyes roll back, your head falling onto the pillow as another broken and loud moan fell from your lips.

he smirked at it – that old, cocky noel peeking through the vulnerability. he hits that same spot again, precise enough to pull the same reaction out of you. the feeling of his balls slapping rhythmically against your skin while his crotch became wetter and wetter with every thrust making him moan against your mouth. panting while he kissed you eagerly, not daring to stop since he felt the way your legs tightened around his hips. he pulled away from your mouth with a soft wet sound, leaning closer to your ear. “there?”, he moaned close to your ear, his voice dripping with a mix of pride and pure want.

“fuck, right there”, you cried out, grabbing his hair and keeping him there. he kissed your neck, moaning against your skin and not letting up the pace of his cock sliding in and out of you.

the bed creaked softly, the sound of his dick sliding into your dripping entrance filling the room alongside the noises of skin slapping that only made you tighten around him. noel’s movements grew a bit more confident, “right there, yeah? just like this?”. his hands sliding under your lower back to pull you flush against him, his chest slick with sweat as he buried his face in your hair.

you moaned loudly, nodding eagerly and digging your nails deeper into his skin without even meaning to.

“fuck. feel so fucking good” he moaned, muffled and breathy against your ear. “feel so fucking tight”

you couldn’t even answer, your head tossing back at the friction. hips needily rising to meet his, slipping into a pace that made your eyes roll back.

he huffs out a jagged breath, his rhythm losing that careful hesitation and becoming something more desperate, driven by the way you’re falling apart under him. he’s slick with you. the sound of every thrust becoming louder, wetter, and he can’t stop the smug little moan that catches in his throat when he hears you start to babble his name dumbly.

“that's it. fuck, love. that’s… fuck”, he pants, his voice cracking with the strain of trying to hold back. he’s pushing deeper now, his movements getting shorter and clumsier as he chases his release. he lets out a wrecked moan, his pupils blown wide and locking into your face one second before they roll back, throwing his head back and quickly plopping it back down against the pillow. “fuck, i'm... gonna—“, he chokes out, his fingers digging into your hips with an accidental bruising force, pulling you even closer.

he thrusts one last time, deeper than he’s been the whole time, and then he just freezes there. he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he moans, panting as he spills into the condom. his body going completely slump over yours, the muscles in his back and shoulders tightening and releasing under your palms caressing them while he shakes through the release, his breath hitching in a way that sounds like pure relief.

“fuck”, he whispers in between his breathing slowly coming down after a minute, the word sounding shaky and light, devoid of all the cockiness from seconds before. he lifts his head just enough to look at you, and he looks completely undone in the prettiest way – his lips swollen and red from your kisses, his hair a mess and his blue eyes hazy with that post-orgasm daze.

you breathe out a little fond laugh, lips curling up and you caress his cheek with your thumb. “you okay?”, you ask softly.

he lets out a tiny, breathless laugh, nodding lazily. neither of you minding his nose brushing against yours in a way that kind of tickles. “reckon i... uh… didn't think about city hard enough at the end there”, he mutters shyly, trying to hide a giddy grin spreading across his face by kissing your cheek and lingering there.

you laugh, closing your eyes and feeling his lips curling up even more against your cheek. “it’s okay… it was perfect, noel”

he stays there for a second longer, both of you still catching your breath. his hand slides up from your waist to your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin slowly, like he’s grounding himself. and only then, he pulls away.

and he looks at your face.

“what?” you ask quietly.

because he’s looking at you in that way again. not teasing. not smug. just… staring. endearingly so.

he shakes his head faintly, almost embarrassed. then he says it anyway, with a little droopy smile on his lips. “you’re beautiful, y’know that?”

your breath catches a little, but you laugh anyway. closing your eyes and tilting your head to the side the same way you always do when your blood goes straight to your cheeks. “noel…”, you laugh shyly.

he swallows, gaze dropping for a second before coming back up. “d’you wanna go out with me?”, he asks gently. his thumb tracing under your eye again, like he’s memorizing the shape of your face.

your heart does something stupid and dramatic in your chest. you blink, searching his face for a hint of sarcasm, but there isn’t any. he looks almost nervous now. exposed in a way you’ve never seen him before.

you breathe out a tiny laugh. “you’re… literally still inside me”, you say quietly. nearly teasing.

he laughs, shifting lightly, rolling slightly onto his side but keeping you close, one leg tangled with yours. his fingers trace lazy lines along your arm like he needs the contact to stay brave. not pulling out, either. not yet. “well. yeah”, he huffs a small laugh. “just— never had the bollocks to ask you”

you laugh quietly, sliding up into his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “yeah?”

“yeah” he mutters quietly. still smiling, soft and boyish. “feels like good timing now. don’t it?”

you smile, giddy while you nod slowly. “yeah”, you whisper. “yeah. i’d like that.”

his grin spreads slowly, like he can’t control it. “yeah?”

you laugh, nodding. “yeah”

he exhales a laugh of pure relief and pulls you into him again, kissing your lips that are curled into a genuine and gentle smile just like his.

“proper date, then” he says softly against your mouth, stealing a few other slow pecks because he can’t help it. “gonna show you off”

you laugh into it, arms wrapping around him fully now. “mhm. proper date it is”

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