summary: early morning sleepy sex with noah before an interview.
word count: 851
cw: nsfw 18+ only, smut under the cut, unprotected p in v, creampie, and honestly a bit of fluff. lmk if i missed anything!
author's note: i've been wanting to write something like this forever and i finally did. i hope it's somewhat good. as always, thank you @foliosriot for editing this and making the header <3
it was very early in the morning when your alarm started echoing through your shared bedroom. the deafening noise startles you awake, and you’re confused as to why it’s going off when it still seems to be dark outside.
“why so early?” you ask your boyfriend. noah had quickly turned off the alarm before pulling you in closer to him.
your back is pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped around you.
“interview at seven,” he mutters while placing sleepy kisses behind your ear. “with that radio station,” he adds in between the kisses that have now found their way down your neck.
goosebumps instantly make way along your skin, and a quiet moan falls from your lips involuntarily.
“what are you doing then?” you sigh, as his kisses become more intentional and he starts rutting against your back.
“i’m sleepy,” he mumbles into your ear. “want you.”
he reaches beneath your shirt, his hand rubbing small circles on your tummy before finding your bare chest. he cups your tits, giving them each a gentle squeeze.
“don’t you have to get up?” you breathe, pressing your back into him. you want to give in, hell, you can already feel the wetness between your legs. but you don’t want to make him late.
“soon. need to feel you first.” his breath is hot against your flesh, sending shivers down your spine.
he retracts his hand from your middle, and moves it swiftly underneath your leg, lifting it up to allow for easy access. his tattooed fingers dip into your folds, and you can feel the groan he lets out.
“so wet for me already,” he says as he lightly glides along your dripping cunt, slowly migrating downwards to tease your hole.
you’re throbbing from his touch alone, and the moan that falls from your lips is nearly pornographic. you need to feel him inside you.
“needy girl,” he whispers against your neck. “you like when i play with your pretty pussy, don’t you?”
“mhm, please,” you beg as you bear down on his long fingers. “need you.”
“shhhh,” he hushes you while lifting up your leg and positioning his thick cock at your entrance. he runs the tip through your wet folds before slipping inside of you with ease.
you both let out breathy moans as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you.
“you feel so good, baby,” he stutters as he begins to move faster. his lips are barely touching your skin but it feels like every word and every moan is sending electric waves throughout your entire body.
you clench around him involuntarily as he picks up the pace and it doesn’t take long before you’re completely lost in each other. the room is filled with the sound of his hips slapping against yours, and the airy moans that continue to fall off of each other’s lips.
“so close,” you whimper, and you can tell he is too by how sloppy his movements are becoming.
“cum with me, baby,” he murmurs behind your ear. “wanna feel you.” it’s almost as if he can’t keep up with his own pace and his thrusts become quick, and shallow.
you manage to let out a quiet whisper, “now,” as your climax builds within you.
you feel your muscles tense, your vision starting to go blurry, and you can almost hear your blood rushing within your ears. as soon as your orgasm starts to wash over you, you can feel noah tensing up behind you.
the feeling of your pussy contracting around him is enough to send him over the edge. “fuuuck,” he cries out, thrusting as fast as he can muster before coming to a halt. suddenly you feel his cock pulsating inside you as warm beads of cum begin to fill you up.
as both of you reach your high, noah thrusts into you one more time and moans, “i love you.” and one more, nice and slow, “so much.”
“i love you,” you sigh, and with that, both of your bodies begin to relax. noah doesn’t pull out, instead he stays still, savoring how good and warm you feel around him.
his arm shifts and goes back to being wrapped around you. you can feel the kisses trickling down your neck and then to your shoulder.
you hum at the feeling, “don’t want you to go.” you snuggle into him once more, “want you to stay with me.”
he rests his chin in the crook of your neck, “trust me, i’d much rather stay here with you.” when he pulls you in even closer, he whispers, “i get so caught up in you. i could stay here forever.”
a smile stretches across your lips and you hum in agreement.
you lay there together for awhile, exchanging sweet nothings until noah’s alarm blares again. the sound causes you to sigh, you didn’t want him to get up yet but you knew he had to.
unexpectedly, he hits the snooze button. “just a little while longer,” he says, planting one more kiss to your neck.
dividers by: enchanthings-a // title: alkaline by sleep token
“Distance means nothing when someone means everything.”
Little something I came up with bc of this post from @flowery-mess <3
Once again we keep it simple - fluffy and smutty reunion after tour with your boyfriend Noah. I hope you enjoy what I came up with! Only proofread once - we die like men here. (~1.4k words) (◠﹏◠✿)
Everything here is pure fiction based on real people. None of this really happened and it’s just for the sake of entertainment. English is not my first language just so you know.
***NSFW below the cut, 18+, minors DNI, Noah x fem reader, established relationship, unprotected p in v, not many warnings bc they’re just cuties in love tbh***
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65 days…it’s been 65 days since the last time you‘ve seen your boyfriend before he left for tour.
As you stood at the gate of the airport, you could feel the excitement bubbling in every corner of your body.
10:35 am…he must‘ve landed about five minutes ago. Nervously, you checked your watch for the twentieth time again as the first people started to emerge from the gate. You couldn‘t help but fiddle with the sign you held in your hand, which read: „Welcome Home <3“
Just as you looked up again, you spotted him. Noah wore his usual black sweatpants, as well as a dark grey shirt, a beige cap, and his grey hoodie hung around his shoulders. Handsome as always, you thought while you beamed at him, waving your little sign from left to right.
The moment he saw you, his face instantly lit up, and he began jogging towards you.
You held out your arms for him, not prepared for the way he pulled you up and spun you around the second he reached you. You let out a surprised laugh, clinging onto him, his familiar smell already filling your nose, which made tears start to form in the corner of your eyes. After he let you down, he held you closely before he cupped your face with both of his hands. Smiling widely, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Uncaring for the people around you, he took his time, savouring your taste for a long minute before he pulled back and only sighed: „Hi baby.“ before catching you into another hug, mumbling against your hair: „I‘ve missed you so much.“
The lump in your throat made it hard to answer, so you just nodded and clung to him a little longer before you made your way to your car, holding hands.
The drive home was rather quiet. You listened to some soft tunes as you made your way home to your shared house. Noah told you about his flight, what he had for breakfast and ranted about all the people he saw who seemed incapable of washing their hands properly.
———
The moment you reached your driveway, you could feel the air shift next to you, and the second the entrance door was shut behind you, his lips found yours in a demanding urgency. You let out a small moan against his lips as you felt his length already press into your lower belly before his tongue darted out against your lips, asking for entrance. You willingly let him in, the kiss intensifying with every second that passed.
Slowly, he pulled back, dark-hooded eyes now looking at you, leaning down to nibble at your earlobe. He whispered: „Fuck, it’s been so long…come shower with me?“
And he was right. It was way too long because all the toys in the world couldn’t replace the way he made you feel.
So you nodded, feeling the warmth of your flushed cheeks before pulling him down by his neck to thoroughly kiss him again, right before you made your way to the shower. To heat things up, you walked in front of him, dropping your clothing piece by piece, which caused him to cage you in once you reached the bathroom door, the only piece left on you being your soaked panties. Noah was still fully clothed as he cupped one of your breasts, playing with one of your sensitive nipples, and he mused: „That’s a dangerous game you play there, babe.“
You could see a mischievous sparkle in his lust filled eyes, before you boldly palmed the front of his sweatpants, his errection clearly visible already, and teased: „A game you say? Show me how to play then.”
He bucked his hips against your touch, mouth hanging slightly open before he challenged, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip: „Come on, get under the shower, and I‘ll show you just how good I can play.“
With that, you let go of him, got rid of your panties, and turned on the shower to let the warm water wash over you.
Only seconds later, Noah joined you, stepping behind you, pressing the evidence of his arousal against your lower back before he placed both of his hands on your breasts, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses along your exposed neck.
„Fuck…I missed you so much. You feel so perfect, it makes me crazy.“ he breathed, barely able to hold himself back.
You arched your back against him, which caused his hard length to slightly rub between your butt cheeks while you caressed his arms that rested over your torso. „Show me then.“ you whispered, „Show me how much you missed me, baby.“
Noah let out a huff of disbelief before one of his hands travelled down between your thighs, which you instantly spread for him. „Gonna make sure you’re ready for me though. Wouldn’t want you to be sore tomorrow.“ he muffled against your right ear before he attacked your neck again, now leaving small bite marks, licking over every part of your skin that he could reach.
Slowly, he started to stroke between your completely soaked folds, a satisfied grin spreading across his face: „So needy for me. You probably wouldn’t even mind when I fuck you until you’re sore and unable to walk, am I right?“
You squirmed beneath him, the build up need from the last weeks becoming unbearable and whimpered: „Please. Baby, I need you inside me.“
He never stopped spreading your arousal around your folds before he turned you around, guiding your back against the shower wall. The sensation of the cold tiles against your back made you gasp in surprise. That’s when he hooked one of your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your entrance and breathed: „I wanna see your pretty eyes when I split you open after such a long time.“
The pure want in you grew impossibly stronger and your breathing got so ragged that your chest heaved up and down.
His other hand that didn’t hold your leg, cupped your face again when he put his forehead to yours, slowly pushing his aching, hard length inside of you. His dark brown eyes were fixed on yours when both of you let out a long moan at the feeling of the delicious stretch that you two missed so badly in the last two months.
Once he bottomed out, he closed his eyes, brows furrowed, and hissed: „Fuck…fuck you’re so tight around me.“
You almost cried now: „Noah…baby, please, I need you to move.“
With that, he started to rock his hips in a deliciously slow but deep rhythm, holding you in place against the wall. You shamelessly moaned as you felt him penetrating you, hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over again that made you see stars only minutes later. Noah now slumped forwards, grabbing your hip with his left and your ass with his right hand to guide you on and off his length, his pace quickening.
Your arms hung around his shoulders and his head was buried in the crook of your neck, while he admitted: „So perfect…can’t believe your mine. You’re everything to me. Everything, you hear me?“
You eagerly nodded, moaning out: „So are you to me, baby. Fuck, Noah, I’m close…“
He answered, lifting his head so he could see your face, his lips now so close to yours that you breathed each other in: „Yeah, I feel you milking me already. Come with me…Ahh…I …fuck, I love you.“
You didn’t have time to answer because your orgasm started to wash over you, making you scream out his name like a maniac, while your nails dragged down his back, leaving long red streaks as evidence.
Noah helped you ride out your orgasm, and only seconds later, his rhythm faltered, his breathing became completely ragged before he released himself inside of you with a few sharp thrusts of his hips—your name falling off of his lips like a prayer.
You don’t know how long you stayed like this, breathing each other in, not daring to let go just yet.
Slowly he settled you down on both of your feet again, carefully pulling out, before he caught you in a heart-wrenching kiss again. Smiling against his lips, you snickered: „I love you too. But I‘m not sure if I‘m already convinced of how much you missed me.“
Noah answered with a playful bite to your neck before he cooed: „Mhh…don‘t worry. Once we‘re cleaned up, I‘m planning to show you on every surface of this damn house just how much I‘ve missed you.“
CW: 18+, sexually explicit language,masturbation, nudes, sexting, phone sex, video call,humiliating nicknames, slut, whore, etc. male and female orgasms,
To ask if you miss Noah would be an understatement—you NEED him.
Unfortunately, you couldn't be there for the first concert of the national tour, and you probably won't be able to attend the next ones either due to unforeseen family issues that forced you to travel far from Los Angeles.
Noah was about to cancel the tour to go with you, but you told him not to, as the tickets had already been sold and some dates were already sold out, so it was out of the question.
Even so, he promised to call you before and after each show. He needed to know that you were okay and that the situation with your family wasn't affecting you too much.
It was around 12:15 a.m. when he called you. You were lying in bed in your old room, his name lit up on the screen.
You told him exactly what he wanted to hear, that you were fine, as were your parents.
“So, your brother will be sent to a rehabilitation center.... What did he do this time?”
“More like what didn't he do,” you said, the anger and exhaustion evident in your voice. “He relapsed again and everything got worse. It's like I'm the sister of the fat guy from ‘The Hangover’. Noah... he can't stay calm for even a week!”
“I know, sweetheart, I know your brother is difficult to deal with, and that you have to be there to scold him with your parents because they think he'll listen to you more than them, even though he's almost my age, right?”
“That's true, but my word won't make much difference,” you sighed and pressed the bridge of your nose. “I would have loved to be there. I saw the photos and the video on Instagram. I've never felt FOMO in my life, and seeing that made me jealous of all those people... plus I saw a video that pointed out your sexy butt.”
You heard him chuckle on the other end of the line.
“Do you miss me or do you miss my butt?” he said.
“I miss you and your butt... I probably miss your dick a little too.”
“Mmm... I see...” You heard a soft sigh on the other end of the line. “I see...”
“Are you masturbating?”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Your voice came out a little rough, a little hoarse.
Oh, that damn voice.
You bit your lip just thinking about it. He was probably in his bunk on the bus, you hoped, alone, fucking himself with his own fist because you weren't there to calm his concert adrenaline rush.
“No, although I should be doing that, but using my tits~”
Noah let out a sigh.
“Damn it, don't say that... you know I'm addicted to when you do that to me, especially when I take your tits to masturbate and you lick my tip... God, what I would do to you right now, y/n...”
It was impossible how slutty you could feel when Noah talked to you like that. You could already feel the wetness in your panties and how you squeezed your thighs together to create friction.
You immediately undressed. Your door was locked, so no one would suddenly come in and disturb you.
You turned on the flash on your phone and posed, giving a good view of your naked body, and sent the photo to Noah. He let out a moan.
“You're a bitch... You're lucky I'm not here because I'd be fucking you without a condom in your bed.”
You could hear the wet sound of his fist against the moisture on his skin. You received a photo from Noah's chat, and it was a photo taken from above, his tattooed hand holding his cock from the base, his shirt lifted up to his chest and his boxers halfway down his thighs.
You licked your lips, put two of your fingers in your mouth, sucked them, and brought them to your pussy, caressing it carefully. You were already quite wet, and how could you not be, listening to your boyfriend's moans and looking at that photo.
You weren't silent at all, you were just loud for Noah, moving your fingers just as he had told you to.
“Awww...my little slut, is touching herself thinking about my cock...”
The moans came out of your mouth unconsciously, you were going at your own pace but you wanted more.
“A damn photo isn't enough, I need to see you, I want to see you naked and wet.”
The video call notification came to your phone, and with your free hand, you accepted and saw Noah masturbating, pointing the camera at his cock and you at your wet pussy.
“N-Noah...”
“Move your fingers faster...”
You obeyed, moving them faster, your moans increasing along with his. You always said it, but the sexiest thing about Noah was that he didn't stay quiet when they had sex.
“I love that you're obedient... I hate the distance, I'd be licking your breasts while you ride me.”
“And I would have slapped you because you always end up biting my nipple... damn it!”
You felt a tickling sensation in your abdomen and how it swelled a little.
You were reaching your climax.
“God, please, Noah...” You were breaking down, your nipples were already very hard.
“Please what?”
“I want to come...”
He laughed at you, but you saw how he threw his head back, the look of pleasure on his face was so erotic, you wanted to take a picture of him and save it for your own fantasies.
“You can still take a little more, I want to feel your pussy throbbing while I'm inside you.”
You moaned at the suggestion, he could see how your folds glistened thanks to your lubrication.
“Or even better, make love to you and record it... and every time I miss you, I'll watch that damn video, your beautiful moans, how you writhe when I have you on all fours... damn...”
Your moans mingled, yours high-pitched as always, his hoarse. He was so weak for you and knew you would soon be ovulating thanks to linking your menstrual calendar to his phone (and because that way he could know when you had chocolate cravings during your period).
“Damn it... y/n... I'm going to...”
“And... me too...” you moaned, your hand already aching from the position, but you kept going.
“Come for me, princess... at the same time... both of us.”
Noah was already sweaty, his penis very pink and leaking pre-cum, even his nipples erect.
This was definitely something they had to repeat soon.
“N-Noah!”
“D-Damn it!”
The strands of hot semen from his cock flew out, hitting his abdomen and a little bit on his boxers. The heat in that small space ended up fogging up the camera a little. You came moaning his name, your orgasm wetting your bed sheet. Your breathing and his were irregular.
It took them a while to recover. You saw him wipe himself with his own boxers, and you laughed.
Noah threw his hair back, his gaze lost, and then looked at you, smiling to see that he wasn't the only one who had fallen.
“Yeah... I'm definitely not the only one who misses someone.”
Imagine Dad!Noah asking you to bring your son, Levi, to the last shows of the tour and showing him off to the crowd.
♡ Noah had been missing the two of you the whole time he was away on tour. Late-night phone calls and FaceTime calls with you and Levi were the only thing keeping him sane.
♡ He misses the both of you more than he's willing to admit, so one night on a FaceTime call he asks if you and Levi would like to come to the last show.
♡ You tell him that the both of you would love to. You missed him too, and even though Levi is still too little to understand, he misses his dad too.
♡ When the day comes, Levi has a very eventful day. Crew and venue staff cooing at him all day, "helping" the FOH with soundcheck, a.k.a. Levi babbles into the mics. Your toddler was never put down either; he was always in someone's arms. He was being passed between you, his dad, his uncles, and the other bands. Levi was absolutely loving all the attention.
♡ Your heart is full while you're in the green room with Noah and the rest of the guys. Folio lets Levi play with some drumsticks that now have some teeth marks. Ruffilo and Jolly let him strum the strings on the guitar and bass. Levi also blows raspberries at Noah while he's doing his vocal warm-ups, trying to mimic the sounds his dad is making.
♡ Noah helps you put on Levi’s ear protection as the countdown to showtime begins. He also gives you and Levi a kiss and a very tight hug before going out on stage. He claims it's for good luck before sending you over to the FOH to watch the show.
♡ Levi stays up for a good portion of the set, clapping, bouncing, watching the lights in awe. But about halfway through, he starts to doze off in your arms, trying to fight sleep so he doesn’t miss anything.
♡ Right before the intermission before Just Pretend, security asks the tech to relay a message: Noah wants you to move to side stage. You follow, assuming he noticed Levi falling asleep, but you can’t help wondering why side stage instead of the green room.
♡ You make it to side stage, standing there with Levi, who lost the fight to sleep, in your arms. Noah is doing his usual crowd work, reading signs and passing out drumsticks when he spots you guys.
♡ He smiles softly at you. For a moment, it’s just the 3 of you, his perfect little family. Your relationship was never a secret, just something you both kept close. But right now, he wants to share that with the world.
♡ "Okay," he says into the mic, turning back to the crowd. "I have someone I'd like to introduce you to before we start our next song, but you have to promise you'll be quiet." The crowd goes curiously silent as he walks towards you.
♡ "Are you sure?" You ask him once he's in earshot.
♡ Noah looks at you, then at his sleeping son. "Yeah, I'm sure," he says softly before taking Levi from your arms.
♡ Levi wakes up when he transfers from your arms to his dad's, rubbing his sleepy eyes as his dad takes him on stage with him.You can hear the squeals and gasps from the crowd.
♡ "Everyone, this is my son, Levi. Levi, can you say hi?" Noah holds the mic up to Levi, and he waves and babbles out a sleepy "hey" before burying his face in Noah’s neck to get away from the bright lights.
♡ The crowd loses it. The cheering and screaming are almost enough to shake the whole building, totally breaking the promise they made moments ago.
♡ Noah stands there with Levi, pride swelling in his chest. He's happy to share this moment with his son.
♡ "Alright, alright, that's enough," he says into the mic. "It's way past his bedtime. Levi, can you say 'bye-bye'?" He holds the mic up to Levi one more time, and Levi lets out a small, sleepy, quiet "bye-bye." Noah smiles and gives him a kiss on the forehead, then squishes his chubby baby cheeks before handing him back to you.
♡ He gives you a quick kiss and tells you to take Levi to the green room so he can sleep. You agree and give him one more quick good luck kiss. That gives Noah the energy to finish the concert.
♡ At the end of the night, Noah finds you and Levi curled up on the couch in the green room.
♡ Noah wakes you gently, telling you it's time to go home. You stretch and then look down at Levi, who's still fast asleep. Noah takes Levi into his arms gently, careful not to wake him this time.
♡ You get up and give Noah a kiss again, and his free arm wraps around your waist.
♡ "You know, I think Levi needs a sibling," he says, a playful smirk forming on his lips. Your face goes red and your heart stutters.
♡ "Don't worry," he continues, "we can talk about it more. I've got time off now." He pulls you in closer by your waist, brushing his lips against yours.
♡ "We'll figure it out," he mumbles against your lips before closing the gap. It's warm, certain, dangerous.
♡ Then Levi stirs in Noah's arms. A small, sleepy sound pulls you back into reality. Both of you glance over to him to see if he would wake, but he gets comfortable in Noah's arms then falls back into a deep sleep.
♡ "Come on, let's go home," Noah says, giving your waist a light squeeze before letting you go. You take his hand and start making your way out of the venue. A perfect little family.
I was trying to get this out before my medications kicked and I made it 😌 It's not proof read but I'll do that later. I'm still not super confident in my writing but I still hope y'all in enjoyed 🫶🏼❤️
Now all I can think about is him getting all smiley and blushy when you compliment him and just start loving on him. Like when you tell him how handsome and talented he is, how good of a boyfriend/fiancé/husband he is, how sweet he is, then just keep listing things you love about him.
I also think he’d blush if you told him about how you just want to bite him sometimes. He would laugh it off, but still blushes because he does really like the thought of you biting his arms or his inner thighs.
I also know damn well that this man goes red when you cover his face, neck and jaw in kisses. Then somehow turns even redder if you have access to his chest. Yeah sure he gets attention from fans online, but this? This is his kryptonite. Nothing compares to that. Don’t be surprised if he gets hard from getting covered with kisses.
lying naked in bed with noah after the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had; he’s just come home from tour and it’s been weeks since you’ve seen him. your head on his chest, a sheen of sweat glistens across his torso, his heart is still racing, his fingers running through your hair. he still smells like vanilla and fresh laundry even after the way he just absolutely fucked you into the next century. your legs are feeling wobbly as you tangle them with his, your bare bodies slightly sticking to one another.
you’re still thinking about the way he had barely walked into the house before hauling you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom. laying you down on the bed, undressing you slowly only to absolutely ravage you in the next second. you could barely breathe or even register what was happening before his mouth was between your legs, moaning into your skin, sucking his lips against you, your fingers in his hair and your thighs squeezing against his head. the way he looked absolutely ruined before he had barely started, exposing both of your bodies to each other. kissing and sucking against each other’s skin, as he slowly slides into you, hooking your legs around his torso, pulling him close to you. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses to your collarbone as you breathe against his cheek, tangling your fingers in his hair. he snaps his hips against yours, making your whole body shudder. he groans as he does it again. and again. until your starting to see stars. there’s nothing soft about this, it’s all pent up energy from being away from each other for so long. it’s hot, it’s sexy, it’s making your head spin.
“i missed you so much.” the first thing he’s said the whole time. you almost forgot how sexy his voice sounded. how raspy and erotic he sounds.
“missed your everything.” he’s nosing at your chin, leaving soft marks on your neck, his hips continuing to snap against yours. pubic bone against pubic bone.
“i love you.” you finally find your voice as he does it again.
“i fucking love you, baby.”
he suddenly slows down, lifting his torso from yours and readjusting his hips to snap into yours harder than before. your body’s on full display, his hand coming to rest on your breast, massaging the skin between his fucking huge, tattooed hand. the other gripping one of your thighs, his mouth hanging open, watching the way he slides in and out of you, the feel of your skin against his turning his thrusts sloppier as he nears his end.
“oh fuck, i’m close baby.”
your head rolls back against the mattress as he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you into him, slower, slower.
“i’m gonna come,” you moan, your legs opening wider for him, hands reaching for his. he intertwines one of your hands together as he comes inside you suddenly; you can tell he didn’t mean to because he gasps and falls over you suddenly.
“fuck, i didn’t mean to…”
“s’okay, keep going.”
he moans, rolls his hips slowly this time to feel you clench around him.
“you gonna get hard again?” you tease.
“oh you need to shut up,” he laughs against your cheek, moving his lips to yours, pressing his open mouth to you.
“that’s mean,” you chuckle into his mouth, your fingers digging into his shoulder.
“that was mean.”
“you’re hard again though, aren’t you?” you lift your hips to his and he hisses, gasps against your mouth.
“come for me right…now, you’re so…fuck…”
“i’m coming, unh, i’m…”
“jesus fuck.”
you finish around him, his body falling on top of yours again and pressing kisses to his forehead, his temple, his hair. his skin is sweaty and hot, sticking to yours as you roll him over to the mattress. he chuckles, kissing your lips, his tongue meeting yours as he runs his fingers along your back, over the slope of your ass, gripping the skin, squeezing gently, causing you to giggle against his mouth.
“hi,” you whisper to him, running your fingers along his collarbones. you can see the sweat there and you’re trying to not jump his bones again.
“hi,” he says back, poking your nose with his index finger.
“are you okay?”
“yeah. you?”
“mhm.”
“i missed you so much.”
“you showed me.” you giggle and move up his body more, kissing his neck, his chin, his cheeks.
“was it too much?”
“no. it was perfect. hot.”
“you’re hot.”
you giggle again and cup his face in your hands to kiss him hard, his arms wrapping around your back and holding you close as if you’ll get away from him.
“don’t leave anymore.”
“you have me for 3 months.”
“mm-mm, not long enough.”
he chuckles, tugging your bodies to lay against the pillows, tangling your legs with his.
“you could come with me,” he says into the silence of the room, his fingers running over your hips and thighs, combing through your hair.
“maybe for a couple weeks, yeah.”
“yeah?”
you lift your head from his chest to look up at him, his eyes bright and his cheeks pink.
“yeah, i’ll try. i really will. i miss you more and more every time you leave.”
“i miss you too, more than you know.”
you hum and kiss his chest, running your fingers over his tattoos.
“can we…?”
you swing your legs over his thighs and he chuckles, sitting up against the wall behind him.
“you’re dirty.” he leans forward to press a kiss to your mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair again.
“learned from the best.”
“mm, my dirty girl.” he pulls you closer, letting you settle over his thighs and sink onto him again. letting him love you for hours into the night. letting you love him for hours into the morning. until all you remember is each other.
WERE SO BACK GUYS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP
wrote this sitting on my couch and wow i miss noah so bad where is he bring him back i see him in 2 months HOLY SHIT
Tags: Cuddling, bathing, caretaking, fluff, periods are a bitch
2k words
Logically, you knew that you were fine. Though you hadn't experienced pain on such a level before, you knew that it was your period simply being weird for no reason other than to piss you off. Yeah, you should probably fetch a hot water bottle and make yourself a steaming, soothing cup of tea—but you didn't have the strength for it. Still—the thing that you longed for the most was him.
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Noah comforts you during your period <3
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You grimaced as another wave of pain racked through you, originating at your stomach. Noah didn't want to leave you, however you had insisted that he spend some time with his friends outside of the seemingly constant work environment. He begrudgingly agreed, but not before making you promise to text him if you ended up feeling even more sick.
Naturally, you hadn't texted him, not wanting to disrupt his moment of relaxation from the burden of being on tour and writing music. You had left him to go enjoy himself with his friends, while you were curled up on your bed, intense discomfort and pain radiating from your stomach. A tear trailed down your face as you wondered whether there was something physically wrong with you—what if you were dying?
Logically, you knew that you were fine. Though you hadn't experienced pain on such a level before, you knew that it was your period simply being weird for no reason other than to piss you off. Yeah, you should probably fetch a hot water bottle and make yourself a steaming, soothing cup of tea—but you didn't have the strength for it. Still—the thing that you longed for the most was him.
After countless attempts of trying to distract yourself by watching TV shows, scrolling through social media or watching YouTube, you gave up on trying to take your mind off of the pain. You hadn't been able to leave your bed in hours—leading to a feeling of hunger that almost rivaled the nausea and the pain.
Perhaps the worst part about it was the feeling of utterly helplessness. You couldn't force your body to move from the bed—despite the fact that doing so would allow you to retrieve items of comfort. Your painkillers and hot water bottle lay in the kitchen, seemingly unattainable.
You should probably text Noah, you vaguely thought, however you didn't want to disturb him. It was clear that he was a hardworking individual and he deserved some time off in order to relax with his friends. When the urge to text him became too intense, you threw your phone away, flinging it onto the carpeted floor. You didn’t need him. You were fine by yourself. You were just being overdramatic.
You laid in the bed for what felt like forever, unable to find any relief from the pain. You had tried to fall asleep, but even that wasn’t possible—your brain just couldn’t relax enough in order to let you drift off.
After countless hours of failing to get some sleep, you were startled by the noise of the front door unlocking. You lifted your head up, trying to figure out who it was.
Noah called your name out.
“I’m upstairs!” you shouted, your voice cracking.
Thank god he was here. He stepped into your shared bedroom as you hastily dried your eyes and sat up.
He smiled once he laid eyes on you, almost as if he was relieved to see you, but his face fell as he noticed the tears in your eyes and the beads of sweat trailing down your forehead. He rushed over to you, sitting himself on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart? You in pain?”
You could only manage to nod in response, even more tears trickling down your cheeks at the sheer relief of him being here. It was as if he was your saviour, your knight in shining armour. There was nothing that you wanted in this moment as much as you wanted to see him, and it seemed that someone had heard your metaphorical call.
“Hurts. I don’t wanna get out of bed.” You mumbled, looking up at him.
“Oh sweetheart,” he cooed, reaching out to stroke your hair. “It’s okay, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you.”
You leaned into his touch, positioning yourself so that your head laid in his lap. You didn’t realise it until now, but you had missed him so much in the few hours that he had been gone for. You laid there for a few minutes, letting Noah coo over you and take care of you. You greatly appreciated the welcome distraction. However, the pain eventually returned to the forefront of your mind, and you couldn’t help but grimace at the feeling.
“I think it’s time I take care of you, yeah? Would you be up to taking a bath while I get everything ready for you?” He asked, cupping your face in his hands, using his thumb to stroke your cheek while he lovingly stared into your eyes.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I think I can do that.”
“Great. C’mon then, let me take care of you now,” he said as he picked you up, using one arm to press you to his chest while the other one supported your legs.
You let out a squeak of surprise, and Noah smiled at your reaction. He brought you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. He plugged the bathtub and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied with it. You watched attentively as the bathtub began to fill with warm, steaming water.
“Why are you home so early?” You asked.
“I don't know. Something in my mind told me to come back home. I had a gut feeling,” he shrugged, turning around to face you.
“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling like it was somehow your fault. “You didn't have to.”
He walked up to you, reaching his hands out and cradling your face. “I wanted to. I had a feeling that something was wrong, and I'm glad that I came back home.” He held your face tenderly, his thumb stroking up and down your cheek.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“How come you didn't tell me that you were in pain? Even if it only started after I left, you could have texted me.” He admonished you gently, tilting his head to the side.
“I didn't want to bother you,” you admitted bashfully as you hung your head.
“Oh sweetheart. You could never. You're my number one priority, okay? Not the band, not my friends. You. I care about you the most, and I'll always be there for you. You just have to ask, and I'll be there. Yeah?”
You nodded, tears once again beginning to fill your eyes as you were overtaken with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. There was no doubt within you that Noah loved you.
“Hang on here for a second okay?” He said as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips before retreating out of the bathroom.
You didn't have to wait long before Noah had brought you a glass of water and some painkillers. You nuzzled into his hand affectionately as he held them out for you. You swallowed the painkillers, praying for them to start kicking in soon.
“Let's get you undressed, yeah?” He prompted once you were done.
He helped you take your clothes off, the epitome of a gentleman. He dutifully undid your belt, his focus and attention all on you. Your heart swelled with love for him as he attended to you.
Once you were undressed, he picked you up once again, setting you into the now full bathtub. You sighed as your body made contact with the warm water, it instantly soothed your sore muscles, and provided a feeling of warmth that almost outweighed the pain that you felt. Almost.
Noah fiddled with his phone before the sound of calming music filled the room. You sighed, sinking deeper into the water. Now, you felt that you would be okay. You'd manage this.
“Is it okay if I leave you for a few minutes in order to bring you some things?” He asked.
You wanted to insist that it wasn't needed, that you would be fine, but your overwhelming need for comfort outweighed that as you let out a noise of affirmation. You were done with trying to be brave today.
Noah left you to your own devices as he wandered about the house, gathering any and every thing that you could possibly need. You wondered what you had done in life in order to deserve such a loving and attentive man. You were so grateful that he had come home—you weren't sure how your night would have ended if Noah hadn't returned home early.
Now, inside this warm and welcoming bath, you couldn't even relate to how you had felt mere hours ago. All you knew was that this was pure bliss in its rawest form.
You startled when Noah returned to the bathroom, a steaming mug of tea in hand, a bar of dark chocolate in the other, and some clean pajamas tucked under his arm. He placed the pajamas and a soft towel on the counter, then turned towards you. He approached you with a warm smile on his face, and knelt down beside the tub, offering you the mug. You took a cautious sip, allowing the warmth of the drink to soothe your stomach. You let out a sigh of relief, slowly sipping the tea that was lovingly prepared by him. Noah smiled, reaching out and tucking some stray strands of your hair behind your ear.
Once you were done, Noah retrieved the mug from your hands, and wordlessly brought a square of chocolate up to your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing him to place the silky treat onto your tongue. You closed your eyes, allowing the taste of pure comfort and bliss to envelop you.
There was nothing better than this.
Noah fed you some more chocolate, all the while praising you and stroking your hair. You were floating in a state of semi-consciousness, not thinking about anything but the pleasure that you were experiencing. It was almost as if your mind had shut down from a positive emotional and sensory overload, after the hours of agony that you had experienced only mere hours earlier.
Noah noticed that you were beginning to drift off. He brought his hand up to your face, gently stroking your cheek.
“C’mon, don't fall asleep on me here. Let's get you to bed, yeah?”
You nodded drowsily, beginning to stand up. Noah held your hand, helping you out of the tub. You stepped onto the bathmat, Noah wrapping a soft towel around you.
“Stay still, don’t worry about a single thing,” he guided as he began to dry you off, patting all over your body with the towel. “God you’re so adorable like this,” he grinned, pulling you in towards him and embracing you in a quick hug.
You gazed up at him, all wide-eyed and smiling. Noah let out a little laugh, picking you up and placing you on the counter. Dutifully, he got you dressed, having picked out your favourite pair of soft pyjamas to wear, and a t-shirt of his.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
You nodded as Noah picked you up, once again holding you bridal-style. He walked into your bedroom and placed you down on the bed, moving you so that you laid on your side. He took the hot water bottle that he had prepared earlier, placing it against your stomach. You let out a soft moan of appreciation, the heat reassuring and comforting against your skin. He tucked the duvet in around you, then slid himself in behind you. His long limbs wrapped around your body, as he placed one arm around your stomach, holding the hot water bottle secure against you. You sighed, wriggling closer to him, your back snug against his chest.
“Thank you for being here,” you whispered.
“I'll always be here for you,” Noah responded, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.
