I'm your host, Heather. The Pitt is my main game, but I would like to expand...kinks are welcome here. DMs are open if you need an ear ❤️
My asks are open for discussions and fun things and questions….im no good at asks or requests, if im being honest…I have issues with follow through.
Everything below should be assumed 18+. Not everything is smut, head the warnings for each story. These are a mixture of blurbs, one shots, and series.
I write for -
The Pitt:
Dr. Robby, Jack Abbot, John Shen, Trinity Santos, Dana Evans…anyone else in the show? Just ask.
Music:
The Weeknd so far, more artists will be added as I get more comfy and write more. I’d LOVE to write some Noah Sebastian from Bad Omens…soooo
Supernatural:
I haven’t yet, but I’d love to write for Dean or Sam.
Criminal Minds:
Basically everyone except Elle…she drives me insane. Cannot stand her. I’d LOVE to write some Hotch 😈
MDNI - I CANNOT EXPRESS THIS ENOUGH
I have a couple hard limits: no scat, no underage, and no animals.
These are all works of fiction. Some ideas have come from deep recesses of my mind. ALWAYS READ THE WARNINGS AND ALWAYS ASSUME EVERYTHING IS NSFW, MDNI, AND WILL HAVE EITHER SMUT OR MENTIONS OF SMUT.
Trust should be your #1 Kink, PEOPLE!
Masterlist:
The Pitt
Dr. Michael Robinavitch:
Period Cramps: Part 1
The Train -smut
Flavors -smut
Back To Sleep - smut
Bad Dream - fluff
WHOOPS-smut: Part 1
Bad Kitty TW: CNC
Something Just Like This - fluff
RobbyxVirgin Reader: Part 1
Not Named Yet: Part 1
Little Lamb - fluff
Blush - lil smut
Comfort after a nightmare - fluff
Debt Collectors- SMUT: Part 1
Tough Love - smut
Dirty Diana: Part 1
Roleplay TW: CNC
Catch You - fluff
Assert - smut
Provider: Part 1
Specificity Series: Part 1
Instinct - angsty fluff: Version 1 Version 2
Tik Tok Trends Robby/Jack: Daddy
Cuddle Buddies - fluff
Memory Lane - fluff
Commute: Part 1
On The Dot - fluffy spicyness
In the Shower -smut
ND Reader thoughts: Reading
Undergrad Robby - smut
Don’t Have to - CAN BE READ AS JACK OR ROBBY - smut
But for those curious here’s their page on the National Air and Space Museum. Read up on them because they were so important and often are ignored in history classes.
Noah doesn’t wash his hands after he fingers you right before he goes on stage. That way, every time he raises the mic to his mouth to sing he can smell you. It helps him get more feral on stage.
Very briefly edited and proofread hopefully I didn’t miss anything and it makes sense lol
band fics masterpost
It's just there. . . teasing you as soon as you wake up. The hard length presses against the back of your thigh and for a second, you're in awe because sometimes you forget just how big it really is.
That sounds crazy, you know. How could you ever forget how big it is when you feel like you're being split in half every time he plunges into you? When it's made you come undone so many times because you're so full that the sensations and pleasure are inescapable. But your body likes him so much that sometimes you forget how impossible it seems.
And now you want it.
Jolly is quietly still behind you. His arm lays limp over your waist, bent at the elbow like he had his hand on your chest before falling asleep.
You know he is asleep simply because he isn't actually holding you, but you check anyway.
"Morning," you say.
Nothing.
His chest continues to rise and brush your back, then falls away steadily. And while you know he deserves to sleep when he is home, you can't help the desire rapidly growing in your belly.
Slowly, you start to move. You tilt your hips back and up, then down and forward, rubbing your skin against his covered erection. The fabric of his underwear is soft where your sleep shorts are ridden up and you repeat the motion.
You pause to see if he will react. Jolly isn't always a heavy sleeper, but when he's freshly home from being on the road, he tends to knock the hell out. And apparently, that's where he is at right now.
Now, you start again. Your movements are slow and drawn out, feeling every centimeter of him and letting the gentle pressure reach between your legs. He is so close that your pussy heats with the anticipation and cries for him. Your instinct screams to turn over and wake him so he can just slam right into you, but you can't stop now.
The first time he shifts and takes a deeper inhale, you halt. He exhales the same, then continues to breathe lightly again. And there is no recognition of how hard he is or how you're pressed into him.
You start again, faster this time. The slickness starts to pool between your legs and, still groggy from waking up, you carefully reach up to your chest under your (his) shirt to not disturb him. Your nipples are starting to stiffen before you even touch them, reacting immediately as you graze the more exposed one.
A soft gasp escapes you and you listen for Jolly to react, but he doesn't. Almost laughing now, you grind into him harder. The friction of your thighs pressed together forces the excitement to build and you know you won't make it like this.
Quietly, Jolly moans in that sleepy way when he starts to wake up. You consider stopping, but just slow down instead.
It takes a moment, but he rouses more and realizes what you're doing.
"Fjäril," he hums, the slurred Swedish nickname proving he is still half asleep.
You don't respond. You just shift your hips so that he is pressed against your ass, then keep grinding on him.
He groans and presses his face into your hair. His hand that lays on the bed in front of you lifts to your chest again, where he realizes that yours is already there.
Then, he suddenly seems to get it.
"Oh," he says, voice rumbling against your head and back. "What's this?"
By now, you're chasing pleasure and can't come up with the words to answer.
"My little mouse woke up needy this morning, hmm? No wonder I was dreaming about it."
He shuffles the shirt up so he can pushes your hand off your chest. He palms your boobs then, earning soft whines in return.
"Poor thing, rubbing yourself on my cock and playing with your tits. This pussy must be so wet and hungry."
The drawl in his voice is rough from sleep and teasing, making your thighs clench impossibly harder. His lips start to plant sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and he starts to meet the motion of your hips so the length of his dick presses into you even harder.
Jolly swears under his breath and moves his arm back and between your bodies. He pulls at the waist of your shorts and you lift your hips, letting him pull them down. They are thrown to the end of the bed in seconds, then more fabric rustles before the hot skin of his cock is against you.
You suck in a sharp breath when he lifts your leg to rest it over his, then rubs his tip through your folds and lines up.
"Fuck," he breathes, starting to work himself inside you.
Your moan comes when he is only a few inches in, but feels like he could be everywhere. The soft press of his lips to your neck is intoxicating as he slowly pulls his hips back, then eases them in again. Each time, he gets further and further in, his cock being coated in more of your arousal.
"So tight," Jolly whispers against your ear. "I love how you stretch around me.”
It may not be smart, but you start meeting his thrusts to get him in faster. He usually isn't so soft and gentle and you know you just woke him up, but you are being impatient and want him to at least go a little faster.
When he bottoms out, you are whimpering from how full you feel. And when he starts fucking you with long, languid strokes, you feel useless. It sends so much pleasure through you with just enough pain that you can't do anything but lay there and let him slide in and out.
The pump of his hips starts to speed up, his hand moving from your hip back to your chest, then from your chest to your throat. He wraps his long fingers around your neck and squeezes either side, forearm holding you firmly against his body while he starts to take you harder and more rough. It all has you moaning and whining pathetically, but that is always what he wants.
"I love being home with you," Jolly says in your ear, breath hot on your skin. "I love starting my day deep inside you."
Deep is exactly right. You swear you can feel him up to your stomach, your walls tightening to every contour of his dick as he pounds into you now. The sleepy strokes are long gone as your moans come out one after another, raspy and broken from how he grips your throat.
When he lets go, blood rushes to your head and makes you dizzy, mingling with the sex bliss.
Your whimpering is cut off when he turns your head towards him and presses his lips to yours, fingers weaving through your messy hair. You lift your hand to do the same with him.
Cries and whines of overwhelming pleasure are lost on his lips, smooth and perfectly melding with yours despite the hard thrusts of his hips.
He breaks away and puts his middle and ring fingers on your bottom lip. You let him slip them inside and once they’re coated in your saliva, he presses them between your legs, finding your clit and making your back arch with the extra stimulation.
A wide, grin covers his face when he tries to kiss you but can’t because you’re too busy succumbing to the bliss and unable to do anything else.
"There she is, my brainless little slut," Jolly teases and moans when you feel your walls clench around him. "This what you wanted?"
You whimper and nod rapidly.
"Hmm?" He hums expectantly.
"Yes," you gasp.
He groans and takes his hand away only to grab yours out of his hair and to replace it. You hardly miss a beat, circling the swollen nub and moaning with it.
Jolly leans down and crushes your lips under his, wrapping his fingers back around your throat and making you cry out again. He pumps into you so hard that your body shifts up and down on the rumpled sheets, your back tacky against his chest with the beginning of sweat from how worked up you've been this whole time.
The orgasm hurtles in fast and heavy. One moment, you're breathless and muttering every swear you know. The next, your head is tossed back against Jolly's chest as you clamp down on him, each thrust a tighter and tighter fit.
His panting changes to desperate moans and after a few erratic snaps of his hips, you feel him pulsing inside you. It sends small shocks through you from how sensitive you are and you slump fully into the pillows again as he lays over your side, catching his breath.
"Good morning," you say breathlessly, smiling wide.
He chuckles, making you both shudder as he twitches inside you again.
i can’t stop thinking about giving sugardaddy!noah a blowjob in his stupidly expensive car while he’s driving late at night 😵💫
nsfw below the cut
maybe the two of you are coming home from a fancy event, he’s dressed in his usual black shirt, the sleeves pushed up his arms a little showing his tattoos and the twelve thousand dollar watch on his wrist, he’s gripping the wheel with one hand, the moonlight catching on the rings on his fingers. his other hand is wrapped in your hair, occasionally tugging to slow your pace and to remind you just who is really in charge while his hips twitch beneath you, pushing his cock further into your throat for a split second before he forces himself to relax again when he hears you gag around him.
“easy, baby,” he’d warn, his voice stupidly sexy and low and rough, giving your hair another firm tug when you tried to bob faster. “you’re getting greedy. slow those pretty lips down.”
you’d then moan around his cock at the sudden sharp pull, and the vibration would make his hips twitch again. he’d then groan a quiet curse, his fingers tightening in your hair again as he tries his best to keep the car steady.
“fuck… you’re gonna make me crash if you keep sucking me like that.” he’d say, but the way he was slowly guiding your head up and down shows he has absolutely no intention of making you stop though 🤭
on the way home from work one day, you see a hot guy on the other side of the road, just leaving the gym. you don’t know at that moment just what’s in store for you, or who this guy really is…
this fic is just me having some fun :) no serious topics are involved but some chapters will be nsfw!
Chapter One ⋆ Chapter Two ⋆ Chapter Three* ⋆ Chapter Four ⋆ Chapter Five ⋆ Chapter Six ⋆ Chapter Seven* ⋆ Chapter Eight* ⋆ Chapter Nine ⋆ Chapter Ten ⋆ Chapter Eleven ⋆ Chapter Twelve
────୨ৎ──── EXTRAS:
the playlist!
noah being jealous whilst she trains with matt ⋆ reader singing just pretend in front of noah ⋆ matt and davis realising noah’s falling in love ⋆ noah's pov after kissing her hand ⋆ kylie and james finding out what matt told reader ⋆ noah's pov after matt picks him up ⋆ noah seeing readers room for the first time ⋆ noah buying her flowers ⋆ reversed roles! ⋆ noah seeing her room for the first time ⋆ davis reacting to finding out noah kissed her ⋆ noah's pov from the cafe scene (ch4) ⋆ noah's pov when she walks into the door/when he catches you watching from the winow ⋆ noah missing her in paris ⋆ noah can't sleep after kissing her* ⋆ chapter 4 alternate ending* ⋆ thought based on noah wearing that tshirt with his name on it ⋆ reader getting back into her hobbies ⋆ DAD!NOAH ⋆ chapter 7 in noah's pov* ⋆ reader asking about noah's tattoos
moodboard ⋆ kylie and james' mini character profile? ⋆ noah's hairstyle in the story
When you mentioned to Robby how much you just miss the comfort of a partner to sleep next to, you never expected this arrangement. Honestly. You were just 3 Yuenglings deep in the park benches, whining about being single.
“I’m an independent woman…ok? I don’t NEED a man….i just….want one sometimes” you shrugged with a pout.
Here you are, weeks later, wrapped up in the sheets and arms of Michael Robinavitch, both of you getting the best sleep you had in MONTHS.
It took a couple days for him to say anything, too shy, didn’t feel deserving. When he finally approached you, he could barely get out the words.
“I just thought…maybe. You miss hav- I mis- I don’t mean sex or anythi- fuck. I sound so fucking stupid.” He shook his head angrily, trying to sort his thoughts. “Maybe you’d like to sleep over sometimes…just, ya know…human touch? Cuddles? Having that weight of a person on you, I miss that too…that connection” his shoulders slumped forward, realizing how pathetic he sounded.
That’s how you ended up here, in his brownstone, in his king size bed, in the central air, covered in his navy blue Egyptian cotton sheets and half of his body as he slept.
There was nothing sexual about it. You couldn’t lie, it certainly helped that he was a fine specimen of a man, but you both understood the needs of the assignment.
Comfort.
You woke up first this morning, that almost never happens. You giggle softly at the soft snores invading your ear, he would deny them later.
His thumb was gently swiping back and forth over your ribs as he dreamt, starting to babble softly.
“No no…no…I said dressing on the side” he growls out in his sleep, causing you to clap your hand over your mouth the hold back the laughter.
He let out a pained “hhmmfffpphhh” and a small whine before nuzzling his nose against your cheek and cuddling closer to you.
“Like a koala bear this morning” you mumble out playfully, running your hand through his hair, messing it up gently.
He grumbles and tugs your body closer. “G’back to sleep” his low voice drifts into your ears, causing a soft shiver.
“You woke me up yelling about salad” you say softly and let out a giggle before turning on your side to face him and cuddle as close as you could. His arms wrap around you as the top of your head settles under his chin.
“Yeah…well…how hard is it to fuck up a salad…what a nightmare” he grumbles, you can feel the bass in his chest. You let your eyes close and feel the shadow of sleep creeping back over you. The warmth of Robby mixed with his smell and the soft cotton of his sheets had to back to sleep in no time.
He presses a protective kiss to the top of your head and sighs softly, letting sleep take him back over, as well.
CW: smut [fingering, chocking/breath play (if you really squint), biting, edging, public setting, praises and degradation (f receiving), dirty talking, male masturbation, power play], swearing.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (+18 only)
A/N: hi! here's part 3!! Hope you enjoy it! ✨ I wanted to hop on here to thank everyone who's been reading off script. I'm really grateful 🥺😭
PS. If I forgot to add someone to the taglist, or you'd like to be added for the first time, please let me know in the comments!
@runningincircl3s just published her fantastic first chapter for a similar fic "summerboy" so does @choillysblog with her oneshot "booked together" 💜
Disclaimer: These are fictionalized versions of the band members. Their actions and personalities in this story are entirely products of my imagination and are not intended to represent the real people in any way.
Masterlist
Every interaction with Noah felt like a vicious, secret loop that, as much fun as it had been teasing him, you started to feel the invisible cage that formed around you.
You were the only one actually playing, he was just dipping his toes. You were the one carrying on the play, but that’s not what you wanted.
That realization hit you square in the face. It wasn’t something that built up with time, but a heavy, violent, cold blow.
Your head was light with dizziness once you reached your room. You didn’t even bother changing into your pjs, you just kicked your shoes to the side and curled under the bedding. No external layer could make up for feeling naked, exposed. You shared a very intimate part of you, something that not even your friends fully knew about you, and now you’re stuck with this man for the next ten days. A man that, despite your clear availability, was still hesitant, tentative.
But that’s just wishful thinking, your inner dialogue began. It’s Noah Sebastian. You tried to rationalize the whole thing. He’s seen enough. He knows that vulnerability can, and will be used as a weapon against him.
Gentle warm light filtered through your curtains, making you groan in discomfort. Your body ached. Everything hurt as if you’d been drinking the whole bar and then some. Your head was pounding, making you wince.
The emotional hangover was fully present, and your body was the very clear signal of it.
You tossed and turned for a few more times trying to fall back asleep for a moment longer, but your mind already had other plans for you. It kept replaying the various interactions with Noah, your stomach churning at the discomfort of the images.
Staring at the white ceiling of your room, a defeated sigh escaped your lips.
Yet another day at sea.
Countless more hours pressed between the urge to avoid everything and everyone and being forced to be around your “new group of friends.”
You were starting to feel the devastating effects of keeping up with your mask of unbotheredness. A heavy burden that was getting difficult to carry around.
The sheets felt way too constricting, your jeans clung uncomfortably on your legs and the light sheen of sweat on your skin were enough elements for being overstimulated first thing in the morning.
You didn’t even bother trying to look presentable. After the quickest shower possible, your hair went straight up into a bun. You changed into your bikini, and a large pair of sweatpants that sat low on your hips.
The reflection that presented itself on your mirror was one that almost made you flinch.
Were you really that spent?
Were you really so caught up in something that wasn’t more than just a hook up?
Yes, you had your little dynamic, but nothing more than that. No facts. No actions. Just teasing, and a bunch of subtexts that needed to be deciphered.
When you reached the cafeteria lounge, it was almost empty except for some of the guys, lazily sitting around a table munching on their breakfast.
You took a deep breath, a stitched up smile on your face.
The plan was simple: as tired as you were, you just needed to survive today. Just a few steps at a time.
“Good morning” you said softly, while taking your place among the guys.
“Hey y/n” Nicholas spoke gently “did you sleep well?”
You stifled a big yawn, making Nick and Jolly snicker between the two of them.
“Where are the others?” you asked, looking around the room, just to be met with empty chairs and tables.
“Probably still asleep” answered Jolly. You hummed taking your first sip of coffee.
The low buzz of the ship moving, paired with the rhythmic clinking of the cutlery made you hopeful for the hours ahead of you. A satisfied smile appeared on your face.
“Goood morning my dear friends” a booming voice blared through the room, bouncing forcefully through the walls.
You rolled your eyes, already annoyed that Noah needed to be in your space not even ten minutes into your breakfast. The sharp slap of his flip-flops echoed through, giving you the chance to follow him without looking.
“How are we doing in this wonderful morning, huh?” the unnatural chirpy tone in his voice made your skin prickle. Your hair at the back of your neck stood up.
“Y/n” Noah mocked.
Propping your head up, your breath caught in your throat leaving your mouth agape.
He was wet.
His damp hair combed back let droplets of water follow the natural shape of his body, trailing down his broad tattooed torso.
A few strays contoured his high cheekbones, while others followed the slope of his nose.
Hungrily studying his body, you met the waistband of his swimsuit. His black trunks clung deliciously to him, molding onto his shape, outlining far more than just the muscles in his legs.
Your gaze lingered, your fantasies running wild forcing you to lick your lips, only to immediately bite down on them just to refrain from action.
Catching yourself before doing something embarrassing in front of the boys, you straightened your posture, switching from the cup to your yogurt bowl, gobbling it down.
Looking for Noah’s gaze, you immediately found it with him already focused on you. A victorious smirk was radiating brightly from him. He was standing between Jolly and Nicholas, both his arms wrapped around his friends’ shoulders.
“C’mon man” Jolly exclaimed, disgust and amusement written on his face. “Seeing the outline of your dick first thing in the morning?! Really?” his eyes quickly scanned his friend’s lower half before boring into his gaze.
“Put that thing away… there’s a lady with us, be decent, please!” he concluded.
He didn’t even have to hide his smile anymore. Puffing his chest out he said “I don’t think the lady minds that much, isn’t that true y/n?” you could sense the effort of sounding innocent. “Though I’d advise you to slow down on eating your breakfast. Breathe y/n. We don’t want you choking on the spoon, do we?” his tone dripping with sadistic enjoyment.
“I’m not going anywhere”
That was it. You literally nearly swallowed the whole spoon.
Nicholas’ gaze ping-ponged between the two of you for a bit too much for your liking before muttering “Man, just shut up and go and get a towel. You're dripping onto the cafeteria floor. By the way, why the fuck are you already soaking wet this early in the morning?”
“I’ve been to the pool Nick. I wanted to have an early start. A few strokes in the water never hurt anyone” he answered through his teeth, a strong almost set smile on his face. There was something so contrived in Noah’s attitude that questions arose in your head.
“So tell me doctor…” he began making his way toward you, occupying the seat right next to yours. “How did you sleep?” he taunted.
Casually, he lifted up his arm just to prop it on the edge of the headrest of your chair. As simple as that gesture could be to the untrained eye, Noah had deliberately dragged his fingers across your bare shoulders while doing so, leaving burning traces on your skin. Your breath stilled for a moment.
What was he doing?
He kept his gaze trained on his friends, bantering. You were too focused on the sensation of his hand casually resting on the back of your shoulder. His fingers tracing mindless patterns.
Your back muscles tensed up, too proud to lean back into his touch.
The contact with his damp hands, made you shiver. That caught Noah’s attention.
“I slept just fine, thank you, as I was saying to the boys” you answered punctuating every single syllable. Your voice came out steadier than you expected.
“That’s good; today is gonna be a very fun day for everyone” he continued, winking at you.
What’s gotten into him today?
“Talking about fun” Jolly chimed in, “I think I’m going back to my room as no one basically showed up.” With a groan, the man stood up making his way out.
On the other hand, Nick kept checking his phone, fidgeting with the device.
“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, Nick” you murmured looking at him. His clear eyes found yours, a hidden question behind them, before locking gaze with Noah, now his expression more stern, firm.
“It’s not that” he said “It’s just that some people, today, are lacking basic manners.” That sentence was like a dagger aimed at Noah. He didn’t even flinch.
He wore his lazy smile, arm still draped across the chair.
“That’s alright Nick, I’m fine” you offered a reassuring smile to the man. “Go and do your thing, I’ll catch up with you later. What do you say about lounging by the pool for a bit?” you added.
He scanned your face, trying to find some sort of sign of distress. Then, with a defeated sigh, he just nodded leaving the both of you alone.
The last grip on your safety net, gone.
The air changed instantly. You could feel his heavy gaze on you.
He didn’t move. Your mouth dried up, forcing a dry - swallow down your throat.
There was something so commanding in the way he was behaving that morning. It wasn’t necessarily fake or heavily rehearsed, but surely it seemed that it was a long time coming.
Adrenaline began pumping into your veins.
You couldn’t deny that, as much as you relished in being in control, you wanted to see him taking the reins. He had this in him. He was the frontman. He thrived on commanding crowds. But how much of that was just performance, and how much was how he actually was?
With all the courage you could muster, you tilted your head in order to look at him.
You found him already focused on your neck, lingering. Then, taking his sweet time, his gaze just lowered scanning the hollow of your collarbone, then again, your sternum just to end up over your breasts.
He wasn’t hiding anymore, that cocky, smug façade he had going on was replaced by a darker, lustful attitude.
You looked down as well, noticing how your nipples had hardened, pressing sharply against the fabric of your bikini top.
Your heart thrummed in your chest, cheeks getting redder by the second. His gaze was scorching hot on your skin.
A low, sarcastic laugh left Noah’s mouth “Look at you princess, already responding to me without even having started anything.” A choked breath caught in your throat as Noah didn’t give you a single second to recover. The laid-back posture he’d maintained just a minute ago vanished, replaced by a predatory focus. “My sweet girl, now it’s time for retaliation” smugness was seething through him. He leaned over the small space separating your chairs, his massive frame practically blocking you from the rest of the empty cafeteria lounge.
He didn’t waste any more time diving straight in, his huge hands cupping your breasts. His touch was almost bruising. His mouth found your neck, mercilessly kissing and biting the skin.
Momentarily you lost yourself in the feeling of his warm palms over you. There wasn’t even a molecule in your body that resisted his touches. You completely surrendered to him as if you’d known each other for years. Your back arched into him, into his hand, while tilting your head to give him more access to your neck, a huffed breath leaving your lips.
“Noah” you moaned, instinctively reaching for his hand on your breast. “We…we can’t do this here” your words came out as a soft whisper.
A low, dark chuckle left his mouth. Shoving your hand away, he roughly moved the bikini to the side, exposing you, his fingers playing with your nipple.
“Oh, now our doctor is preoccupied with following the proper etiquette?” his hands never relented the rhythm “I don’t recall you being that worried when you had my cock in your mouth, were you sweet girl?” he taunted.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your teeth catching on the damp skin of his shoulder just to hold back a groan. Every brush of his thumb against your nipple felt like electrical shocks running straight down to your core.
Noah felt the tremor ripple through you and let out a dark, approving hum against your ear. "Look at you," he mocked, his voice a rough rasp that made your skin prickle. "You've got a lot of pride for someone who's shaking this hard."
Before you could gather your wits to reply, his hand abandoned your breast, leaving the skin tingling and exposed to the cold air. His arm slid beneath the edge of the table, his heavy palm settling flat against your stomach. For an agonizing second, he just left it there, letting you feel the weight and warmth of his hand through the fabric of your sweatpants.
You looked at him, your eyes wide and pleading, your chest heaving.
"Noah, please..." you cried out.
Noah’s smirk only deepened. A very dark, sadistic laugh escaped from him.
“Well, well, well…. who’s begging now, huh? I haven't even done anything yet.” He teased. “You were the one who wanted to play games, princess. Let's see how well you follow the rules when I'm the one making them." His fingers hooked into the elastic waistband, dragging both your sweatpants and your bikini bottoms down just enough for his hand to slide in.
“I’m not begging” you tried to quip back, voice strained from panting. A weak attempt to just not let him see how he was unravelling you.
When his bare fingers finally made contact with your slick folds, a sharp gasp escaped your lips.
“Aren’t you baby? Listen to you and the sounds that leave your mouth. You needy little thing. You’re so pent up just by me playing with your tits.” You whined, getting more and more frustrated with both the lack of friction and the slow realization that he was, in fact, winning this round.
As desperate as it sounded, you tried to grind your hips to his hand, just to get the tiniest bit of release, but Noah wasn’t giving you what you wanted. Not yet.
He didn't stroke you. Instead, he just pressed his thumb firmly against your aching bundle of nerves, holding it there, trapping your heat.
“See? That’s how it’s done” that came out as a primal growl that went straight to your core.
He began to trace his thumb around your clit in agonizingly slow circles, just enough to make you squirm against his hand. “Nice and slow, I want to ruin you bit by bit and you need to take it like the good girl that you are.”
You involuntarily bucked your hips, trying to chase the friction, but his free hand flew to your thigh, pinning you brutally in place.
"Ah-ah," Noah murmured, amused as he watched your internal struggle. "Don't chase it. You take what I give you, princess. And right now, I want you to be grateful that I’m giving your pussy some attention.”
You whimpered against him, your pussy fluttering against his palm, a sheen of sweat starting to cover your features.
Your sweatpants were already trapping too much against your lower half, making you even more eager to get that release.
“God, princess, you’re making a mess... dripping all over my fingers before I've even put them to good use."
Then, the unbearable torment began. He’d pick up the pace frantically circling your clit, whispering filth in your ear, sending you spiraling toward the edge, only to completely freeze his hand, leaving you suspended on the precipice of your orgasm, a whining mess against his chest.
"Listen to you," he whispered, his fingers dipping deeper into your slickness, coating himself in your juices. "Fucking beautiful. Such a pretty little mess”
“Noah, please, more…” you were on the verge of tears of frustration.
“More, do you say?” you heard a low chuckle. “I need words though. What do you want?”
“Your… your fingers” you murmured.
“But you already have them sweet girl” his fake innocent tone was like kerosene on the fire pit in your stomach. “That should be enough, don’t be greedy” he scolded.
“Nooo…” you pleaded. Unable to form coherent sentences, you tried to move your hips reaching for his hand.
“Then use. your. fucking. words” the hand that had your thighs pinned open, slid up snaking around your throat, just resting on your neck.
“Your fingers… I need them inside me…. Fuck me with your fingers” you blurted out.
You were so far gone, that you didn’t care anymore about who was in control, who was winning and who was losing.
A smug hum left Noah’s mouth before he dipped his two long digits inside you. Without leaving you time to adjust, he started pistoning, curling them each time, hitting your sweet spot.
The lewd sound of his fingers coming in contact with your wetness filled the room. “Fuck baby, listen to you… you’re taking my fingers so well.”
The hand on your throat started to put just enough pressure to the sides that a louder whimpering moan started to escape your throat.
Instantly, Noah hand shot up, his palm slamming over your mouth, ruthlessly sealing your lips. He forced your head back against the chair, his thumb digging into your jawline, trapping the sound right back down your throat.
"I told you. Not a sound," he hissed, his face inches from yours, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallowed the iris. "If you scream, I stop. Show me how well you can take it for me like a good girl."
With your mouth muffled against his palm, Noah finally relented. He abandoned the teasing, his fingers blurring into a fast, relentless rhythm, each time hitting that spot that made you see stars.
Tears filled your eyes, instinctively, your hand reached for Noah’s thigh gripping onto his swimming trunks.
"That's it, ride my hand," he growled against your cheek. “Put your hand to good use, and play with yourself while I finger you” he ordered. "Take it all, princess. Fucking ruin yourself for me right here. Let me feel how hard you come for me."
The sensory overload was total. You closed your eyes, your fingers clawing desperately into the fabric of his damp swimsuit, your legs shaking violently. You bit down hard on the meat of his palm, your vision going entirely white as a broken, muffled scream was choked out against his skin. Your orgasm hit you hard, crashing through your body in waves. Your vision blurry, limbs shaking and your walls pulsating desperately around his fingers as you completely unraveled beneath him.
He rode it out with you, his fingers never faltering. Even in the aftershock, it was you who gently pushed his hand away because of the overstimulation.
"Good fucking girl," Noah rasped. That sentence was like the best reward you could ever ask for. “You took that so perfectly. You’ve been so good for me." He left a soft kiss on your temple holding you in that same position up until he felt your breathing slowing down.
When he finally drew his hand away from your lips, a thin strand of saliva connected your mouth to his wet palm. He stared down at it, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles ticked. He could make out the prominent bites and the outline of your teeth leaving deep red marks on his skin. His own breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he looked down at his own black trunks, where his thick erection was straining painfully against the fabric, completely denied.
He wiped his hand on his thigh. He took a couple of deep breaths, just to regulate himself. The faint, distant echo of footsteps vibrating down the corridor was the wakeup call he needed.
With an almost dismissive flick of his wrist, he adjusted the waistband of your sweatpants, hiding the mess he'd just made of you. He leaned back, a cocky smile spreading across his face.
"Clean yourself up, doc," Noah drawled, his voice still thick with gravel. "Wouldn't want the others thinking you had too much fun at breakfast."
Without waiting for your reply, he stood up, his flip-flops slapping against the floor as he walked away, leaving you completely dazed, shivering in your seat.
He didn’t have much time, his legs were shaking, too weak to sustain his weight. The moment he was out of sight, his shoulders naturally rounded, head bowed down.
He stumbled through the corridors of the ship, autopilot on, hands occasionally finding the walls to avoid completely losing his balance.
It wasn’t supposed to end like that. You were the one who needed to surrender, to completely crumble under his touch, under his control.
His brows furrowed, awfully aware of the painful erection he had and needed to be sorted out as soon as possible.
The images kept flashing back, flooding his already hazy mind. The way you let him play with you without much resistance; the sounds that coaxed out of you; your scent; the sting of your teeth sinking into his flesh;
Mostly, the way you sounded moaning his name over and over.
His feet carried him to his room. The door wasn’t even locked completely before Noah took off his trunks, cock springing free from them, and stumbled towards the shower.
The space comically too tight, too cramped. His head was at the same level as the shower head.
Warm water hit him with his tense torso. Muscles too rigid to enjoy the warmth that was slowly filling out the room. He gripped the shower head tightly, while his forehead hit the cold tiles of the wall, allowing himself a bit or two to just breathe.
It was all too much. A weak whimper left his mouth. His tip was angrily flushed, veins bulging out, witnesses of the strain that had been not being touched by you in that brief encounter.
His hand made its way down his chest, his belly, before grabbing his base giving a couple of deep strokes. A broken cry left his mouth, barely whispering your name.
The death grip he had on the showerhead tightened even more, knuckles becoming painfully white.
Behind his lids a very clear and vivid image of your first time was replaying: you, on your knees between his legs, your warm mouth about to take him. Your glinting eyes looking at him through your lashes, a smug smile on your lips.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me”
The friction that the water had on his swollen flesh was getting uncomfortable by the second. He brought his fingers to his mouth, coating them with his saliva, still being able to taste your sweet juices on him. A deep growl roared in his chest.
Not satiated enough, he spat on his hard shaft trying to picture you coating him with your saliva.
Shaking, he gripped himself again. This time though, the strokes were fast, frantic, sloppy. Out of desperation, his hips started to buck into his hand. A sob caught in his throat.
“Yes” he choked, muffled by the noise of the water running “Yes, I have been. I’ve been so good for you, y/n. Please…” another desperate moan “please, let me cum… I can’t hold it, please.”
He could feel his muscles starting to tighten, pulsating rhythmically.
“Fuck, oh, fuck baby…” he was a whimpering mess, nonsense exiting his mouth.
He came shouting your name, hot spurts of cum coating his hand and partially his stomach. He shook violently through it, milking him until the point of being too much.
Everything seemed to slow down once he came down from his high. His ragged breathing was ringing in his ear.
He was yours. Or at least, he was drawn to that idea. You woke something dormant in him. Something that, up until that point, hadn’t had the words to be described, painted or even imagined. He wanted to cede the reins. He wanted to be taken care of.
Most importantly, he wanted you to be the one who guided him through it.
“God, what happened here?” Nick exclaimed while taking in the state of Noah’s room.
He was currently lying on his bed, just in his underwear and a towel wrapped around his head. His eyes glued to his phone.
The room was almost pitch black, blackout curtains completely drawn. It looked like a battlefield of clothes scattered around, a bunch of recording gear, cables splayed messily around the table.
But what struck Nick the most, was seeing several crumpled paper balls around the bed. The now thin, almost naked notebook was laying flat beside his friend.
“We said no work Noah” he approached the bed, sitting on the very edge across from him.
“I know, I know” Noah retorted, his voice way too strained.
“You’ve uhm… You’ve consumed a lot of paper” Nick kept going. Noah’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Lifting his gaze up from the device, meeting Nick’s eyes just briefly he asked flatly “what are we doing? Stating the facts? Playing the game “I spot”?”
“Fuck you, dude” Nick muttered. “What the fuck is going on? You’ve been spiraling ever since we got here”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Noah shot back, jumping from the bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
“Are you being serious right now?” Nick’s patience was wearing thin, his tone getting louder.
Noah simply shut the door, then, a few seconds later, the humming noise of the hair dryer came through.
“Unbelievable” Nick whispered to himself. Intrigued by the pile of paper on the floor, the man picked one up, smoothing it out.
“When the curtains call the time, Will we both go home alive?”
His eyebrows shot up, a knowing smile appearing on his face. He just slipped that piece of paper into his pocket. He knew, for sure, that it would be useful.
“GIRLS” Sarah shouted from the bed where she was lying. “What is it?” you asked, coming to her.
She was waving her brochure in the air. “It says here that for the days at sea ahead, the cruise offers tango lessons.” she squealed excitedly.
“Absofunkinglutely not” you said without missing a beat. “I’m not doing any of that! You girls go ahead if you want.”
“Oh c’mon grumpy” encouraged Emma, “it could help you loosen up a bit, just learning a new way of being your new carefree self” she concluded.
“Yeah, more like the exaggerated version of some sort of self - help guru. You’re starting to creep me out y/n” added Emma, a very concerned expression on her face. “You’re constantly wearing this smile, even if it doesn’t reach your eyes. Who are you trying to impress, huh?”. Chloe was standing onto the wall of your room, arms crossed on her chest.
“Are you sure that the Noah situation is sorted out? Sometimes I feel like you two could rip your faces off if no one was looking” added Sarah, plopping down to the bed.
“Yeah, yeah, everything’s alright” you almost ripped open a bottle of water, starting to chug the liquid down just so that you didn’t have to elaborate on that one.
“You know, we could invite the boys and have them as dancing partners" Chloe wiggled her eyebrows “One last flirty dance before Sarah officially ties the knot.”
“NO” you instinctively shouted. Three surprised heads whipped in your directions.
“Now, I think we need to talk about whatever is going on y/n, you’re being weird” Emma now fully worried.
Regaining your composure you simply stated “No, it's just that I don’t want to get embarrassed in front of the guys. Dancing is not my cup of tea” you laughed nervously. “If we’re going to go with the lessons, I want you, JUST you, so that we can be partners. I don’t want to step on anyone’s feet other than yours.”
“Aaw honey” Chloe put her hand on her chest “that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to us in a long time” she teased.
“So YOU’RE DOING IT” Sarah chimed in, enveloping you in a crushing hug. “No boys though” you still pointed out your voice muffled from Sarah’s frame.
Your plan to safely hide behind Emma’s shoulders, however, lasted exactly two minutes right until the instructor clapped his hands and loudly demanded everyone switch partners to "learn how to read different bodies."
So here you were, trying to get your steps right while led by Robert, or Bob, as he preferred to be called. A 72 year old who was incessantly talking to you about a bird watching trip he had a few years prior with his wife Mary.
Not that you complained about it, it was a nice distraction to the disaster that was happening trying to get a decent choreography out.
“...and then Mary, God bless her soul, spotted the shoebill bird” Bob chuckled, his eye wrinkles deepening, reminiscing the memory. A brief, tender silence fell between the two of you. The way this man was talking about his wife made your stomach tighten and your eyes filled with tears. “She passed away a few years ago” his smile shifted into a bittersweet one.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Bob.” He guided you into a slow turn.
He gently let out a laugh, patting your hand on his shoulder “don’t be sweetheart, I was lucky enough to meet her, the love of my life, and share with her the majority of my life.”
Your body went stiff, an autopilot measure for when emotions were too much to handle. Your eyes began stinging with tears, threatening to come out.
Bob must’ve sensed the change in attitude because he added: “But you…you’re holding your breath” his expression now sharp, ready to dissect every inch of information he gathered “ever since the beginning of the lesson you’ve tried to control the steps maybe convincing yourself because it is the only way to not fall.”
You were taken aback by the accuracy of his words “I just… I’m not a very good dancer” you stuttered.
“It’s not just about the dancing, is it, kiddo?” Bob added. “You’re afraid of letting go. Aren’t you?”
Your steps stopped altogether. “How do you… How did you..” your mouth agape. “I’ve had my fair share of experience with people sweetheart, you’re not that hard to read” the man chuckled loudly. “What you’re doing out here... you're treating the dance like a tug-of-war. You're fighting for the upper hand because you're terrified of what happens if you surrender it.”
You physically recoiled from what Bob just said “No I am not” you blurted out “I feel like I’m a fairly competent person when it comes to dealing with that side of… things.” Bob gave you a toothy grin, not at all sold on what you just told him, but went with it anyways. “I see, so please just indulge an old man on a rant, would you?”
You nodded, still hidden behind your walls. He started again swaying you gently, almost imperceptibly.
“Let me tell you something about the tango. People look at it and assume that the one who leads has all the power. But leading is a heavy, stressful burden. It requires absolute certainty. And the one who follows? They aren't weak, kiddo. Surrendering your control and trusting someone else to hold your weight… that takes a hell of a lot more courage than keeping your guard up.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“If you spend the whole time bracing yourself for a mistake, waiting for the other person to drop you, you turn the dance into an agonizing chess match. You think you're protecting yourself,” Bob murmured, his eyes scanning the room, “but you're just distancing yourself from your partner even more. You’re stepping away. You’re just creating a loop in which the more distant you are, the less smooth the dance will be.”
Bob’s words sank in way deeper than you expected. Following his gaze, you observed the other couples dancing. You had to admit, some of them were really good. But what struck you the most, was how both partners moved their bodies so smoothly; it was clear they were perfectly attuned to one another.
“Sometimes,” Bob continued, his voice dropping to a grandfatherly whisper, “the only way to break the loop is to stop resisting. Stop teasing the edge and just step into the space. Let the other person carry the weight for a second. You might be surprised by how carefully they hold you if you actually let them.”
“But what if they don't?” you asked, a sudden, genuine fear laced in your tone. “What if they let you drop?”
“So be it,” Bob smiled gently, guiding you back into a smooth, sweeping turn. “A bruised knee heals, sweetheart. But spending the whole time frozen in fear, turning into stone just to prove a point? That’s how you truly break.”
Bob’s words left you completely dazed. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you waved at him muttering a quick “Thank you Bob, thank you for…everything.” You left your friends still giggling with their respective dance partners.
You wandered aimlessly through the all too similar corridors of the ship. You needed to get away from that scenery, but all you had around you was the open sea.
Everything was spinning, making you drowsy, everything was collapsing in on itself.
Your room
You needed to get there before the very few strings of control you had on yourself, completely snapped.
The ding of the elevator stopping right at your floor made you sprint towards it. With trembling hands, you pressed the button on your floor.
Now, fully alone, you felt the heaviness of your limbs, of the weight you deliberately chose to put on yourself. The expectations of some sort of dynamic between you and Noah built on nothing, really.
It was just a game of cat and mouse.
As the doors were almost fully closed, a heavily tattooed hand abruptly shot between them making the elevator doors stop and slowly, but surely, reopen.
Noah’s tall frame came into view, silently stepping into the lift. He was wearing a big sweatshirt, with the hood pulled up on his head, sporting a big black pair of sunglasses.
Well, talk about trying to blend in .
He didn’t even acknowledge your presence, he just pressed his desired floor, and reached for the opposite corner of the tiny cabin. His towering physique made the space feel even more crumpled, amplifying your already claustrophobic sensation.
As if the suffocating silence wasn’t enough, you were enveloped by his strong scent. Right on cue, your body reacted: shivers ran down your spine, your hands curling into fists trying to get your shaking under control.
The irony of it all, was that the cabin was plastered with mirrors. As you kept your head pinned forward, your eyes automatically drifted toward Noah.
You observed him. In spite of his calculated laid back posture, you could see clear as day how tense he was. It looked like he wasn’t breathing almost, his chest completely still.
His rigid shoulders beneath the slouchy fit of his hoodie, the closed fists inside the pockets, that drag the fabric down but especially his mouth closed in a tight, fine line.
Your gaze now fully focused on his lips.
Noah shifted his weight, the noise coming from the fabric adjusting to his new position felt way too loud. Sensing your gaze on him, Noah tilted his head, pointing his glasses towards you.
Your eyes didn’t waver. You proudly stood there shamelessly looking back and forth from his lips to his eyes behind the glasses.
Bob’s words cut through your mind “the only way to break the loop is to stop resisting.”
You kept coming back to the sensation of his lips crashing desperately into yours, to the feeling of his hands exploring, touching, groping your body. Your cheeks turned pink, pupils dilating.
Noah took a half - step forward, his massive frame slightly leaning into your space. You turned to him, now fully facing him. It was so natural, as if pulled by a gravitational force you couldn’t quite control.
Without thinking you pulled his sunglasses off meeting his dark eyes. A faint smile formed on Noah’s lips, mirroring yours.
His light freckles dotted his face, a bit darker since last time you were this close to him.
This time, it was him that hovered his hand near your face, adjusting a stray lock of hair.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before gathering up the courage to say something but it all vanished when the elevator bell rang.
Technically, it was your floor. Briefly you closed your eyes, bracing for impact for yet another bitter, rude distancing. Before his words could reach you, you automatically turned in order to get off the elevator.
What you didn’t expect though, was his strong hand grabbing your elbow. Bolting your head toward him you asked quizzically “What are you doing?” tilting your head in confusion. He yanked you so close to him, that your chests almost brushed against one another.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. You knew that, this would’ve been the end of every restraint you had left. Your heart picked up a frantic pace.
Noah’s hand slowly moved towards your own, placing it on his chest. Beneath his toned pecks, your fingers picked up his irregular breathing.
Then in a low, grovelly voice, he simply stated “I’m done fighting. I’m done running. Take me. Ruin me. Show me how to be a good boy for you.”
In the background, the lift doors closed, with a very quiet noise that both of you didn’t even acknowledge.
His words hit deeper than you expected, now that you looked at him, you really looked at him properly, you could see his very prominent dark circles, his bloodshot eyes looking down at you in complete surrender. He was hunched over as if asking to be cradled, cuddled, held. It was quite a sharp turn from the smug primadonna you had the most contact with.
“Noah..” you whispered. Your hand, still on his chest, instinctively closed into a fist bunching up a bit of the hoodie fabric. That wasn’t about dominance, that was about grounding yourself. The dizziness you felt before, picked up again, making your balance unstable.
Your free hand reached his face, cupping his cheeks. He immediately nuzzled into the touch, closing his eyes, a soft sigh leaving his mouth. Tears stung your eyes, a lump in your throat formed unable to let the words out.
The softness and gentleness you were feeling were so new. That wasn’t something on your radar. There wasn’t something you thought you could encounter.
Everything came to a screeching halt once you recognized the familiar ping of the elevator bell telling the floor you were currently on.
A very large group of elderly filled the cabin chit chatting about the recent water aerobics activity they’ve done.
mechanic and himbo noah appreciating curvy/plus size girls 🤝 they’re besties for a reason
i’d love to know how mechanic!noah would approach a plus size!reader, mostly if they’re brushing off his interest because too many times it’s felt like a humiliating prank when a guy has shown interest, so they’re quick to do the same to him 💕
OF COURSE!! you know it 🙂↕️💗 he’d be so confused at first wondering why the pretty girl isn’t interested, but one thing about our boy is that he doesn’t back down!!
writing this made me realise i don’t write nearly enough for plus size!reader, even though i try to make my fics as inclusive as possible so everyone can see themselves as reader (because isn’t that the point lmao) but as a plus size girlie myself i just feel like it heals a part of me <3
One thing about Noah is that he’s always gotten his own way. Every time he’s flirted with a girl with the intention of taking her home, it’s worked. Every time he’s talked to a girl with the intention of getting her number, he’s succeeded.
He assumed you would be no different. The moment he saw you, a pretty girl sitting all alone at the bar, he knew immediately where he wanted to spend the rest of his night.
“Dude, you’re staring.” Davis said, and Noah suddenly turned his attention back to the group of friends he had walked in with twenty minutes ago.
“She’s pretty.” Noah nodded.
“Go over and talk to her then.” Ruffilo encouraged, taking a sip of his beer.
“I will.” Noah smirked as he finished what was left of his drink, then left his friends with no hesitation.
You saw him coming. You saw him talking to his friends, you saw them all glance over at you. So you knew exactly what to expect.
You sighed, staring back down at your drink and stirred it with your straw as he approached.
The problem was, he was pretty. He was the type that knew he was hot, you could tell by the cocky grin on his face. If he had been less attractive then maybe you’d assume it wasn’t a prank. But to you, he felt so out of your league, leaving you feeling suspicious.
“Hey.” Noah said, resting one arm against the bar.
“No.”
He blinked, his brows already furrowing.
“…No?”
For a moment he was confused, perhaps wondering if you weren’t even into men.
“How much are they paying you?” You asked before finally turning your head to look at him, “Or what bet did you lose?”
Noah had never been more confused. But now he could see you up close, he realised you were even more beautiful than you looked across the room. The colour of your eyes, your glossy lips- he just didn’t like the tired look on your face.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Noah said genuinely, and it only made you sigh.
“You can go tell your friends you did it.” You said before taking a sip of your drink.
“Did what?”
“Talked to the fat girl.”
Oh.
So that was it.
Noah just stared at you for a moment, almost in shock at how casually you said it. How certain you were about it. Like this conversation had happened before.
“You think that’s why I’m here?”
You shrugged.
“What else would it be?”
He looked at you in disbelief, before laughing. Not because it was funny, but because he was just so fucking confused.
“I walked over because I thought you were gorgeous and I wanted to talk to you.”
“Sure.” You laughed.
“I did.”
“Mhm.”
“No…” He shook his head. “I actually did.”
You gave him a polite, sympathetic smile, as if you were humouring a child.
“What’s your name?”
“Noah.”
“Well, Noah, I know how this ends.”
“Oh yeah? How?”
“Either your friends, who have been staring at you this whole time- you should let them know they’re not subtle- come over here and start laughing. Or you get your way, win me over and take me home, just to say you’ve fucked a fat girl.”
The smile slowly disappeared from Noah’s face. He glanced back at his friends for a moment, and they weren’t laughing. They weren’t even watching to see if he’d succeeded. Davis was talking to Jolly, Ruffilo was on his phone, they’d already forgotten Noah had walked away.
Then he looked back at you.
“You really think that?”
You gave a small shrug.
“I know that.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You think that.”
“Well, yes. Because it’s happened before.”
Noah stared at you for a long moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer.
“…People have done that?”
You let out a humourless laugh.
“You’d be surprised what people find funny after a few drinks.”
He felt something unpleasant in his chest, not guilt, not pity, but anger. Not towards you, but to every guy who’d treated you this way before, everyone who used you for their entertainment.
It suddenly made perfect sense why you’d sighed the second he’d approached, why you didn’t even look at him, why you didn’t even entertain the possibility that he was being genuine.
“So…” You swirled the ice around in your glass. “How long do we have before the big reveal? Before they turn around and you laugh and go gotcha!”
“There isn’t one.”
“Mhm.”
“No, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
This was new. Normally, by now, he’d have someone laughing at one of his stupid jokes. Normally, flirting came easily and women believed him when he complimented them and they would already be blushing and giggling.
You, on the other hand, didn’t believe a single word coming out of his mouth.
“So…” he said slowly, “…what, I’m just wasting my own time then?”
You looked at him.
“What?”
“If I wanted to play some stupid prank…” He gestured around the club. “…why would I still be standing here arguing with you?”
You frowned.
“Maybe you’re just committed?”
He let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“I’ve had practice.” You shrugged.
Noah looked at you for a second before pulling the empty stool beside him out a little further and sitting down.
He was making sure you realised he wasn’t leaving.
“You don’t have to commit this hard, you know.” You said.
“I know,” he said before looking at you with a smirk, “I’m just stubborn.”
That earned him the tiniest twitch at the corner of your mouth, and Noah’s face lit up when he caught it.
“I saw that.” He smiled.
“Saw what?”
“You nearly smiled.”
“No I didn’t.”
“C’mon. You can’t lie to me, baby.”
Oh.
That one simple word went straight to your tummy, making you feel warm and fluttery. You felt heat rush to your cheeks too, and god you hated that he saw it.
“Heh,” his smirk widened, “Made you blush.” He teased, and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips as you shook your head.
“Shut up.” You tried to hide your smile behind your straw as you took another sip of your drink.
“So… does the prettiest lady at the bar have a name?”
You rolled your eyes, not even trying to hide the smile now as you felt your walls you’ve built over the years slowly start to come down for him, and you told him.
[i was considering making this longer but i felt this was the perfect place to end it, although i’m thinking about a part two where he takes her home🤭]
Imagine Noah learning your favorite song so he can wake up a little bit before you, start the coffee, put a breakfast order in and pick it up, and then wake you up by softly strumming it on his acoustic guitar and singing softly with a quirked smile.
You wake up to the smell of coffee, you’re favorite local breakfast, and the sounds of your boyfriends stunning voice nudging you into reality.
I don't know who my intended audience is here, so whoever needs to hear this, I am begging you to learn to participate in conversations that are about things you aren't interested in.
Part of socializing and having friends is being a good listener even when you don't actually give a shit about the subject.
Your are hurting other people's feelings when you bluntly respond with "Anyway..." and then change the topic.
It can not always be about your preferred topic.
You are being rude. Yes, even if you are neurodivergent. You can be both autistic and rude.
