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@takeme1st
Hi!
I’m Em and I've been lurking on my old Tumblr for way too long so I decided to just start a new one. I'm in my late twenties and I live in Sweden. ♡
Life-long fangirl with what some would describe as an unhealthy obsession with Bad Omens (among others lol). All in all, this account is just me putting all of that in my own little corner of the internet.
WRITING ♡
📸luiiisaaa
The sound guy - N.S.
AN: In honour of the festival season officially starting, here's a little meet-cute! As usual, English isn’t my first language. And shout out to the lovely @copper-locks, for encouraging me to finish this when I felt like deleting it! <3
AN2: I just realised that it’s a bit reminiscent of the festival chapter of @runningincircl3s “who are you?”-series (read it if you haven’t!!!) so I wanna give her some credit. <3
Warnings: This is mostly fluff. Brief mentions of alcohol, a few swear words. MDNI. I slightly describe the reader’s appearance, so if you’re not already a tattooed alt baddie… you are now!
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x F! reader.
Words: 5.1 K
Sitting at the lounge of the bus you tried to angle your face to get the best lighting. Applying makeup on a tour bus really was not for the faint of heart. A slight movement in your peripheral vision made you look over.
”You’re staring, you know.”
”I’m not!”
You lowered the mirror in your hand, meeting Noah’s gaze. He was half sitting on the sofa across from you, phone almost falling from his limp hands. He grinned when you looked over at him with one eyebrow raised. ”Okay, I might be... But who can blame me when I have my pretty girl with me on tour, huh?”
You huffed, focusing your attention back to the mirror. ”What do you think, is it a lipstick or no lipstick kinda day?”
”I think it’s a… whatever doesn’t get all over your boyfriend's face hours before he headlines a festival-kinda day.”
”No lipstick it is then!”
”No lipstick. You done? Wanna grab lunch somewhere?”
”You’re asking me on a date?”
Noah smiled at you. ”Am I asking the prettiest girl at this whole festival on a date? Fuck yeah I am.”
”Got any place in mind?” You stood, smoothing out the skirt of your dress. Noah mirrored you, but almost froze in place when he fully saw what you were wearing.
”Fuck baby that dress… I could just…” he reached out for you in the confined area, his long, tattooed fingers skimming the hem of your dress where it met your thighs.
”Don’t even think about it Noah. I’ve just done my hair and makeup. And I’ve got a pair of biker shorts and panties underneath!” You laughed as you playfully swatted his hand away.
”Cockblocked by my own girlfriend…unbelievable.” he huffed as you made your way through the front lounge of the bus.
Noah squeezed past you to exit first, his hand reaching for yours as you stepped down. The soles of your boots met the gravel outside and you squinted up at the sun, letting the rays warm your face and body. The atmosphere around the buses was electric. There really was nothing that came close to the feeling of festival season. ”Did you have a place in mind? Or are we going to the catering tent?”
Noah gave you a mischievous look ”There’s this one place… it’s outside the grounds though.” He glanced down at his phone. “There’s an uber picking us up at the back entrance in 15 minutes.”
As the driver pulled up right next to one of the smaller entrances of the shopping mall you used to work at, Noah pulled on a hoodie and a cap, sunglasses already perched on his nose. He was now wearing a pair of shorts, long tattooed legs exposed, paired with a black hoodie - tattoos on his neck and hands spilling out of it. The icing on the cake was the fact that both the cap and hoodie were Bad Omens merch. You couldn’t help but giggle.
”What?”
”Oh, nothing, nothing!” You snorted.
”Whaaaat?”
”Your little ensemble…” you said, making a swirling motion with your pointer finger in his general direction. ”It’s giving… Clark Kent. Very anonymous!”
”Oh shut up.” He mumbled as he got out of the car, walked around it to open the door for you. ”You still think that coffee shop is still there?” He said, taking your hand in his. Oh how you loved the feeling of your own hands disappearing in his big ones. ”Can you believe it’s been two years already?”
”No…” you admitted, “I honestly can’t. Marie is still mad at you, you know. She’ll never forgive you for whisking me away.”
Noah smiled. ”That’s a price I’m willing to pay.”
—--
You rubbed small circles with your right hand at your lower back. Re-filling a display case certainly wasn’t ergonomic. You stood up, admiring your work. You were just about to turn around and go on your lunch break when he caught your eye, standing by the men’s perfume section of the store looking a little unsure. He was tall, very tall. Dark hair falling into his brown eyes. He had a little crease between his eyebrows from furrowing. He was casually dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie paired with plain white vans. A bit warmly dressed for the scorching heat outside, you thought. He was heavily tattooed, judged by the fact that both his hands and neck seemed to be covered in ink. Your mouth went dry. He was, hands down, the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life.
Crouching down to glance in the mirror by the lipstick display you wiped away a bit of eyeliner that had smudged under your eyes. Standing up straight you began to walk over to him. But Marie, your boss, looked to be a few steps ahead. ”Marie!!” You all but yelled, making her stop in her tracks. She slowly turned to face you, evidently enraged by you yelling inside her store. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures! You jogged up to her, flashing your most innocent smile. ”I thought maybe I could help the customer by the fragrance section?”
Marie lifted a well-manicured eyebrow at you. ”Why? Aren’t you supposed to go on your lunch break?” She glanced over at him. ”Or does this have anything to do with the fact that Mr. Tattoo over there looks like the man of your dreams?”
”Oh!” You blushed. ”I just… We don’t get all that many, you know, male customers so uh… I thought it’d be good practice?”
”Practice?”
”Yeah! You know. Men’s perfume… cologne… practice!”
Marie shot you a most unconvinced look, obviously seeing right through you. ”He’s all yours.” And she walked away.
You took a deep breath before approaching him, steadying yourself.
”Hi! Are you just browsing or do you need any help today?”
He turned to face you and oh my god. He was even more beautiful up close. You flexed your knees to make sure you wouldn’t just collapse at the spot.
”I think I could use some help actually. I forgot my usual cologne at home and thought I might as well try something new. I’m just not sure where to start.”
Oh… even his voice was beautiful. You told yourself to pull it together. He’s just another customer. The most handsome, gorgeous, beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon - but still just a customer.
”What are you usually drawn to? That’s usually a good place to start. Do you like muskier, heavier scents or are you more of a fresh, citrusy kinda guy?”
”I’d say I’m more of a fresh, citrusy kinda guy.” He smiled down at you. Okay, this was getting ridiculous! He even had perfect teeth!
”Oh! There’s this one…” you walked over to pick up a bottle and a test strip. ”It’s actually my favorite. It’s very citrusy and fresh, but still has that manly kind of depth.” You sprayed the test strip, wafting it in the air before handing it over to him. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled.
”It’s actually the male version of my most used perfume! I’m wearing it today!” His eyes shot up at you. Oh no… why would you say that?! You could’ve just told him you wanted to get matching tattoos and that you wanted to have his… ”Well… I did notice that you smelled amazing as you walked over. And this…” he wafted the test strip in the air, ”smells pretty damn good.”
You felt the heat creeping up your neck. You were most definitely blushing. Hard. ”Oh! Thank you! I- did you maybe want to try it on? It’s sometimes hard to get a good feeling for the scent without trying it on the skin! If you’d just… roll your sleeve up?”
He squinted a bit at you. ”I don’t even know your name and you’re already trying to get into my clothes?”
Your tummy did a flip and you were now certain you resembled a tomato more than a human. “I didn’t-“ He laughed softly under his breath as he started to roll his sleeve up. “I’m just kidding. I’d like to know your name though. I’m Noah, by the way.”
“I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N…” he said, like he was tasting it. “That’s pretty. Suits you.”
“Thanks.” You said with a small voice. You held the bottle out to him, hand shaking slightly. Noah sprayed his wrist once before bringing it up to his nose. “I think it’s pretty good. What do you think?” He held his wrist out to you, clearly wanting you to smell it. So you did. If you thought it smelled good in the bottle you were not prepared on how it would smell on him. It mixed perfectly with the scent of his skin. “It’s really good. And I’m not just saying that because I want to sell it to you.”
He let out a bark of a laugh. “You know what, that’ll do it! I’d like to buy one, please.”
“Great! I’ll just go ring that up for you!”
A few moments later you were standing by the register. “Are you a rewards club member?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“I can check for you… phone number?”
Noah smirked. “You know, if you wanted my number you could’ve just asked.” You lifted your gaze from the computer in front of you, meeting his eyes. With great effort you prevented your jaw from falling open. “Have you had lunch yet?” He asked before you could say anything. You shook your head slightly. “Look… I’m not usually this forward, but I’d like to buy you lunch. If you want to?”
You could feel a grin spreading over your face as you put his bottle of perfume in a paper bag. ”Yeah, I’d love that.” He smiled back at you, your fingertips brushing his as you handed over the little bag.
”I’m just gonna go get my phone and my wallet.”
”Absolutely not.”
”Huh?”
”I mean, you can obviously go get your phone. But not your wallet. I said I wanted to buy you lunch, didn’t I?” Once again you felt the heat rushing to your face, and all you could do was nod. ”I’ll wait just outside.”
A few moments later you had quickly freshened up in the staff room, sent a very excited text to your best friend and stepped out of the store. He was leaning against a wall opposite, phone in his hand. He shot you a quick smile as he slid his phone into his jeans pocket.
”So… what’s good here?” he asked.
”Oh yeah, I just realised. You left your usual at home - you’re not from here? There’s this one coffee shop with really good sandwiches.” You pointed to your left and started making your way over.
”I’m from Richmond originally, but I’ve lived in Los Angeles for a few years now. You’re from here?” He fell into step beside you, a bit closer than a stranger usually would.
”Yeah. Born and raised.”
—--
”So,” you say, folding the paper napkin in half for no reason at all. “What brings you here?”
“The festival, mostly.”
“Really?” You glance out through the window. “You’re a little early, aren’t you? It’s only Wednesday, it starts on Friday.”
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
”Maybe?”
”Yeah. Are you going?”
You tilt your head slightly. “Why?”
“I don’t know. You look like someone who’d go.”
“That’s a surprisingly specific assumption.”
“I’m trying not to make any hasty conclusions. But the tattoos… the hair. The makeup. You kinda look like the target audience.”
You let out a breathy laugh. ”You’re not wrong… Well, for what it’s worth, I was planning to. Couldn’t get tickets, though.”
“Oh.”
You pick at a piece of lettuce sticking out of your sandwich. “Yeah. Sold out before I even had a chance. I do usually go with my best friend. She thinks it’s this band who’s headlining… Omens something. They apparently blew up on TikTok recently.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. I’ve heard of them… they’re okay. I could probably get you and your friends tickets. For Saturday, at least.”
You blink. “What?”
“Yeah. Two tickets. For Saturday.”
“How?”
He looks briefly uncomfortable, like he’s already regretting mentioning it.
“I sort of work there.”
“At the festival?”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“Yeah with… sound.”
“Sound?”
Noah shrugs again. “Microphones. Sound. Live stuff, you know.”
”That’s… I mean - that would be incredible. You don’t have to though!”
He smiles. ”Don’t worry about it. I want to.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, ”I however need your phone number to make it happen.” He unlocks it and hands it over to you. You quickly save your number to a new contact and hand it back to him.
”Moment of truth.” he says, looking up at you. You feel your own phone buzz in your pocket and pull it out. There’s a new message from an unknown number.
You raise one eyebrow as you look up at his grinning face. ”Eggplant emoji? Really?”
He puts both hands up, palms facing you. ”Hey! It’s just my latest used one!”
”Do I even want to know?” you say as you save his number.
”Probably not, no.”
—--
Two days later, on Friday, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. A smile immediately crept across your face. You and Noah had been texting all through Thursday. He was funny, attentive and had a deeply sarcastic streak that you really appreciated.
Noah: I’ve got two tickets for you!
You: No way!
Noah: Yes way!
You: Oh my god! Thank you thank you thank you!
Noah: Could you send me a picture of yourself?
You furrowed your eyebrows and were just about to ask him why when he texted you again.
Noah: I realise that sounded creepy as fuck.
Noah: I’m not going to be able to meet you until later in the day. My buddy Bryan will meet you outside. I’m afraid he didn’t think that my description of you as ”the prettiest girl” would suffice.
The prettiest girl? Okay, goodbye! You could actually die right then and there. You sent him one of your favourite pictures of yourself. It was from a night out with your friends, you had been dancing all night and your hair looked a little messy, but your outfit and makeup looked really good. You had a drink in one hand, leaning against a balcony railing. Huge smile plastered on your face, eyes a little glazed over.
You: You’re making me blush.
Noah: Well that’s just wildly unfair. Good lord.
You: Stop it.
Noah: Mind you, I had a perfectly productive day until you sent me this.
You: YOU ASKED FOR IT!
Noah: I know. But still. You chose that photo. Dangerous decision.
—--
To say that your best friend was ecstatic that you had somehow met a guy that could get you tickets to a sold out music festival was an understatement. Makeup, clothes, shoes and jewellery was littered all over your small apartment on Saturday morning.
”Let me get this straight…” she said as she put on another layer of mascara, ”This super hot, tall, tattooed stranger comes in to buy cologne. You help him, and out of the blue he asks you out. You have been texting since then, he’s been super flirtatious and has managed to get us both tickets for today? And you still don’t really know what he does for work?”
You shrugged. ”Something like that. What do you think, dress or skirt? Or shorts? Or pants?”
”Dress or skirt for sure. Preferably short. But what do you mean? You haven’t asked him what he does for a living?”
”I mean not really. He said he works with microphones so I guess he’s like a sound engineer?”
”But aren’t you curious?”
”I mean yeah of course, but I guess we’ll find out today.”
You’d changed outfits four times already. The black dress felt like trying too hard. The band tee felt like trying too hard in the opposite direction. The skirt somehow managed to do both.
”I have nothing to wear!” you cried. Your friend threw her head back in hysterical laughter.
After forty minutes of changing outfits, you ended up right back where you started.
The black dress ultimately won.
It was simple enough not to look like you were trying too hard, which was ironic considering you’d spent nearly an hour deciding on it. Your wonderful friend had finally convinced you that the little black was the safest bet and that ”your ass also looks unreal in it”. You paired it with a pair of chunky platform Dr. Martens, more jewelry than should be allowed and a slightly smokey eye with winged eyeliner.
The festival grounds were already crowded by the time you arrived. Your boots kicked up little clouds of dust with every step. You’d spent thirty minutes curling your hair only for the wind to undo half of it before you’d even made it through the parking lot.
Sunglasses perched on top of your head, phone clutched a little too tightly in your hand.
Because despite telling yourself you were here for the music, there was a very specific reason you’ve had butterflies in your stomach all day.
”So…” your friend said beside you, ”where are we going?”
You opened your phone to the last text Noah had sent you. ”To entrance C. That’s the one furthest away, I think.” You looked up to scan the scene in front of you. There was a large printed map on a sign. You pointed at it. ”Looks like the one that’s gonna be closest to the main stage.”
A few minutes later you stood outside entrance C. It was much calmer than the other entrances to the festival area. You vaguely had time to notice that it was the VIP-entrance when you heard someone call your name.
A guy with shoulder-length hair, a beard, and tattooed arms waved at you nearby, a camera hanging from his neck.
”That must be the friend.”
You made your way over. ”Hi! You must be Bryan?” You shook his hand. ”This is my best friend Y/F/N.”
”Nice to meet you ladies!” He handed over two laminated passes. Two letters stood out to you: AA.
”Wait a minute… all access?” You shook your head. Your best friend's jaw dropped. ”He said he could get us tickets? This is something else.”
Bryan chuckled. ”They’re way better than tickets. Gets you backstage and all.” He winked. ”Noah is busy working for a few more hours. Meet me back here at 7 PM and enjoy the music.” And with that Bryan walked away, leaving the two of you standing with open mouths.
”Okay, Y/N… whoever this Noah guy is, I have a feeling he’s not just a sound engineer.”
You looked down at the all access pass in your hand. ”You know what? You might be right.”
Your friend let out a tinkling laugh. ”At least this means we won’t have to use porta potties this time!”
You just looked at her, and she looked back at you. ”Oh my god.” you said. ”Oh. My. God.” She repeated. And then you both burst out laughing. The kind of hysterical laughter that mostly resembles a pack of hyenas.
”Well… let’s go!” You pulled her with you by the hand as your laughter subsided.
You had been to this festival many times before, but this time it somehow felt a lot bigger.
Your first taste of what all access actually meant was how you could just enter every VIP area without anyone batting an eye.
”I swear I just saw Kellin Quinn.”
”No way!”
”Yes!!! Look over to your left!”
You practically swung your head sideways, and yup. There was the singer of Sleeping With Sirens, just lounging on a chair.
”Very subtle!”
You looked back at her, giggling.
”Holy shit.”
”I know. Holy shit.”
After watching the first set of the day, and after a beer or two, you had to visit the bathroom.
”You think there’s real toilets in the VIP-section?” you asked.
”I bet there is.”
And so there was.
“Y/N.”
“What?”
“There are mirrors in here.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m serious.”
”I’m texting Noah.”
You: Noah. This is insane. I’m at a festival and I’m standing in a toilet with running water AND mirrors?!
Noah: I absolutely love the fact that you seem most excited about the toilet situation.
You: You know how many times I’ve been able to wash my hands with warm water at a festival?
Noah: I’m gonna hazard a guess at none.
You: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!
You: These passes are ridiculous, you know?
Noah: Only the best for you.
Noah: Now go watch a set and have fun! :)
”You’re blushing.”
”I’m not!”
”Oh you so are!”
”Actually shut up.”
The next few hours passed in a blur.
One minute you and your best friend were wandering between stages, the next you were squeezed into a crowd, singing along to songs at the top of your lungs. You bought overpriced drinks, took approximately two hundred photos you would never look at again and somehow ended up making friends with a group of girls who complimented you on your dress.
Every now and then your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Noah: Having fun?
You: The most!
Noah: Good.
You danced. You laughed until your stomach hurt. You got dust all over your newly polished boots and didn’t care.
Time was ticking down to the headliner of the day. ”They must be really popular,” you stated.
”Who?”
”Bad Omens. Everyone is wearing their merch.”
”They ARE really good. I can’t believe you haven’t checked them out yet!”
”Let’s see after their set. If they impress me I promise I’ll add them to my playlist.” You could practically hear your friend roll her eyes.
At some point you completely forgot about checking the time. The sun slowly began to sink lower in the sky, painting everything gold. Before you knew it, your phone read 6:42 PM.
“Shit,” your friend said, glancing at the screen.
“What?”
“We have to meet Bryan in eighteen minutes.”
Your stomach immediately filled with butterflies.
”Okay, let’s go!”
Bryan stood just where he said he would be. He grinned at the sight of the two of you. ”You ladies had fun so far?”
”So much fun!” You said in unison.
He laughed. ”Good. Ready?”
“Ready for what?”
Bryan grinned.
“Noah told me to bring you backstage.”
Your friend looked sideways at you. Backstage?
”Like… backstage-backstage?”
”What other backstage is there?”
”Like… where all the bands are?”
”…Yes?”
Before you knew it you were right in the middle of it. You had gone past security, showing your passes. There were crew members and security all around you. Band members from acts you’ve danced to earlier in the day all nodded at Bryan like they knew who he was.
You walked past a large line up poster. The name Bad Omens was printed in large letters on it. Your friend did a small double take before typing something on her phone.
”I just googled them.” she whispered, ”The singer of Bad Omens is called Noah.”
You just looked at her.
“Lots of people are called Noah.”
“Y/N.”
“It’s a common name.”
“Y/N.”
”It’s very common actually.”
”Yeah, and every Noah can get you all access passes at festivals? It’s him, I know it.”
Wait, what? That just couldn’t be possible…
Or..?
No.
No way.
Absolutely not.
I sort of work there… microphones… I’ve heard of them… they’re okay.
Before you could even wrap your head around the possibility that Noah could be the lead singer of the headlining act, and not a sound engineer, you had come to a stop.
”We’re here.” Bryan stated, pointing to a door with a piece of paper on it. BAD OMENS.
Bryan opened the door and you realised you were in a dressing room. There were a few people in there, and they all looked like rock stars. Bryan pointed them all out to you, introducing them with names and what instrument they played in the band. This was them. The headlining band, just lounging like this was no big deal. Noah was nowhere to be seen. You felt your heart drop for a second.
Then you heard a door to an adjacent room open. He was wearing black jeans, a black tank top, and a silver chain resting against his chest. For the first time you realised just how heavily tattooed he was. A pair of in-ear monitors hung loosely around his neck, the cables disappearing down his back. His attention was fixed on a piece of paper in his hand.
“I still think we should swap Just Pretend and Miracle,” he said as he walked in. “The transition would work way better if we—”
He stopped as his brown eyes spotted you.
For a second, neither of you said anything.
A smile spread across his face.
“Hey.”
You stared at him. The same man you’d had lunch with. The same man who’d spent three days texting you. The same man who was apparently headlining one of the biggest festivals in the country.
“You lied.”
“What?” Noah laughed.
“You absolutely lied.”
His smile widened, arms crossed over his chest.
“I did not.”
“You told me you worked with microphones!”
“I do work with microphones.”
“You neglected to mention the part where you’re the one singing into them!”
He had closed the distance to you, one large hand gently holding your wrist. “I genuinely thought you knew.”
“How would I know?”
Noah opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“You know what? That’s fair.”
A knock sounded on the door.
“Ten minutes,” someone called from outside.
He gave you an apologetic look.
”You should go.”
”I should.”
There was a small silence.
”You wanna watch from side stage or front of house?”
”I- I don’t know.”
”I’d recommend front of house. Sounds better over there.”
”Okay.”
He gave you a look.
”You okay?”
”I’m a little bit shocked.”
At that, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. He was wearing the cologne you had helped pick out. You felt like your heart was about to burst, and you could swear you felt his lips ghost over the top of your head.
”I’ll see you after, yeah?”
You smiled at him. ”Yeah.”
He gave your shoulder a little squeeze before walking away, putting his in ear monitors in.
You turned around to find your friend gawking at you. ”Well…”
”Yeah.”
Her expression changed into the biggest grin you’d ever seen. ”I TOLD YOU!!!”
One moment you were standing backstage with your best friend, the next you were being led to front of house. Standing in front of mixing tables and laptops you watched as the lights suddenly illuminated the stage.
The other members, who you now knew as Folio, Nick and Jolly, walked out on stage. The crowd erupted as a heavy guitar riff was accompanied by a bass line and drums.
And then Noah walked out. The crowd went, if possible, even more wild.
And you almost didn’t recognise him as the guy you had lunch with only a few days ago. And the sound he made as he lifted the microphone to his mouth made your jaw drop. Gone was the sweet man you had gotten to know. This man was something else. The way he commanded the stage was mesmerising. How he went from sounding like a demon to singing like a siren was unbelievable.
The crowd knew every word. Thousands of voices sang back at him. And all you could think about was how he’d been sitting across from you in a coffee shop three days ago.
You could’ve swore he was looking at you more often than not, and you couldn’t peel your own gaze away from him. Beside you, your friend just had to take one look at your face to realise how gone you truly were for this man.
Their set ended and you felt rooted to the spot.
”I think you might have to add them to your playlist.”
You just looked at her and she could do nothing but laugh at the way your eyes sparkled.
Bryan appeared beside you with a grin.
“Come on. Rockstar’s waiting.”
Noah was leaning against a wall inside the dressing room. The rest of the band was nowhere to be seen. Bryan gave your best friend a look. ”Wanna grab a beer?”
”Yup!”
And just like that you and Noah were alone. You closed the door behind you, the ringing in your ears growing louder as you turned to face him.
He had both of his hands behind his back, shoulder blades resting against the wall. His tank top was clinging to his sweaty skin, wet strands of hair hanging down his face. Chest heaving with heavy breathing, adrenaline still pumping in his veins. A grin spread over his face as he looked at you. You felt your mouth go dry.
”So?” He said, pushing himself off the wall.
”Noah…” you started, ”I think that was the best live performance I’ve ever seen.”
He had made his way over to you, standing almost impossibly close.
”Yeah?”
”Yeah.”
He moved even closer, forcing you to take a step back until you were pressed against the door. He placed a hand next to your head, the other gently pressing against your hip; caging you in with his body.
You looked up at him, swallowing slightly. His pupils were blown wide.
”I didn’t tell you how absolutely gorgeous you look tonight, did I?”
”You didn’t.”
”I’m telling you now.”
The hand beside your head moved to gently grip your chin, tilting your face towards his. ”May I?” he asked. You nodded.
Noah’s lips found yours. They were surprisingly soft against yours, his grip on your hip tightening a little. He kissed you softly, reverently, like he wasn’t entirely sure whether this was real either.
You felt like you could’ve stayed in that moment forever. The warmth of his hand against your hip, the faint scent of cologne you’d helped him pick out days earlier. The way he smiled against your lips when you instinctively moved closer.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.
”Hi.” He mumbled, fingertips trailing over your jaw.
”Hi.”
”I’ve wanted to do that since the coffee shop.”
”Noah, that was three days ago!”
”Longest three days of my life. I’ve been suffering.”
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cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. ruffilo’s sister!reader, slow burn, first kiss, fluff, a little hurt/comfort, kissing, yearning, mention of cheating, light grinding.
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an: this has been in my drafts for so long that i just needed to get it out 🫣 inspired by an anon who suggested a ruffilo sister!reader, who always hooks up with noah whenever they’re in town, and this is essentially the ‘start’ to that idea. may expand on said hookups in the future for now pls enjoy a little slow burn thing <3
You’ll always remember the first time you saw Noah. When your eyes landed on this lanky, scrappy looking guy with the cutest face and a smile to match, overbite prominent, even when he talked.
He’s hanging out with your brother, Nicholas, the first time you meet him. The two of them are playing their guitars when you poke your head into Nick’s room, ignoring the big ‘knock before entering’ sign. That’s for your parents, not annoying younger siblings, though the two of you barely fight. The moment you peek inside, the playing stops. Noah is the one who looks up first, his expression somewhere between curiosity and amusement before the corner of his mouth quirks upward.
You ignore the fact that Nick has already called over to you, distracted by the obvious—a cute boy in your house.
“Hey! Was there something you needed?” Nick asks. He doesn’t sound mad, maybe just a little irritated you’ve ignored him, but at least he hasn’t thrown a pillow at you this time.
You shake your head, snapping out of your daydream, certain there’d be cartoon birds and hearts around your head if you dared to stare any longer.
“Oh, yeah. Mom says dinner’s ready, and there’s even some for your little friend.”
“Noah,” he cuts in, introducing himself. You lift your hand from where it clings to the doorframe and give him a small wave.
“Meet my pain in the ass sister,” Nick says.
You stick your tongue out in defiance. “I’m not a pain in the ass,” you huff.
Nick chuckles, but it’s Noah who pipes up, setting his guitar down.
“That’s what a pain in the ass would say.”
“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and push away from the door, heading off toward the bathroom to wash up for dinner, and admittedly to change into a shirt that feels less teenager and more desirable, not that it’s going to make any difference.
At dinner, you learn Noah is the same age as you, and that he’s into music just as much as Nick is—if not more, by mentioning that he’s in a band. You ooh and ahh, twirling your hair around your finger in a way that, when you look back years later, will make you cringe, but Noah just laughs and smiles at you.
During the meal, you notice him fidgeting like he’s nervous, and you briefly consider offering a comforting hand. Friendly, sure, but maybe too forward for someone you’ve just met. Instead, you give him an encouraging smile before leaning forward to look past him at Nick.
“Nicky, can we play Smash Bros after this?”
“You have Smash Bros?” Noah asks, eyebrows raised.
“Oh yeah! We can all play after dinner.”
“As long as you both clean up,” your mom cuts in. You and Nick agree with reluctant grumbles.
After dinner, the two of you help clear the table, Noah offering to help, too, before all three of you run upstairs to Nick’s room, where he sets up the game. You lose every round, spending most of the time button mashing, but you’re highly entertained watching the two of them play, especially Noah. You quietly admire him, your heart fluttering each time he glances your way and invites you to play another round.
It becomes routine, something the three of you fall into almost every time Noah comes over, which is nearly every day after school. Until one day, you just stop showing up.
“Where’s your sister?” Noah asks, glancing at the empty spot in Nick’s room where you usually sit waiting for your turn, sneaking looks at him when you think he’s not paying attention.
It’s been a few weeks now since Noah’s seen you at home, not that he’s been counting—almost five.
“I dunno.” Nick shrugs, eyes locked on the screen, fingers tapping over the buttons as he follows his character. “Out with that Jake guy, I think.”
Noah tries not to react, but there’s a faint grind of teeth, a flicker of indignation. He knows about you dating some preppy guy from school—blonde, muscular, on the football team. The complete opposite of him. Not someone he would’ve ever pictured you with.
He couldn’t help the pang of jealousy the first time he saw you talking to Jake. At first, he assumed it was just a quick conversation, maybe you were sending him on his way, only to now find out you’ve been spending nearly all your free time with Jake instead of here, with him and Nick.
That pang only sharpens later that night when he logs onto MySpace. Clicking over to your profile, he finds he’s been bumped from his spot in your top four, relegated to the second row, replaced.
The weeks you spend dating Jake feel long and agonizing. Noah sees you less and less outside of school, and even inside, it’s usually only in passing—in the hallways, or occasionally at lunch. His own habit of ditching to hang out with Nick at the tattoo shop downtown doesn’t help.
There are still the occasional texts exchanged, but nothing more, and all the while, Noah feels like he’s watching you from a distance, pining for something he’s starting to believe will never be his.
“You should come,” Nick insists, glancing over from his little work station while Noah flips through the latest Kerrang! magazine.
“What? To your sister’s party? You really think she’s gonna want either of us there?”
“Technically she only wants me because I can buy the alcohol. And she’d want you there because, well—you’re her friend.”
Something about that word doesn’t sit right with Noah. It never felt like you and he were just friends. Maybe briefly, but now it feels less like that and more like he’s just some guy nursing an unrequited crush. Being around you only opens the door for heartbreak.
If Nick has ever suspected anything, he’s never said so, never tried to warn him off when it came to you. Honestly, Noah doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“Is she still with that dude?” he asks, unable to keep the irritation out of his tone.
“Jake?” Nick glances up before continuing. “I think so. I know he’s coming.”
There’s a pause. Noah weighs the idea of going, eyes narrowing at the magazine in his hands. His brows are drawn together in a distinct furrow, but Nick only casts him a quick look before turning back to his work.
“C’mon, dude. It’s her nineteenth. It’s only gonna happen once.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Noah rubs the back of his neck with a slight huff, then nods. “Fine. But if it gets too dull, I’m going home.”
“Whatever you say.” Nick lifts his hands in mock surrender, but Noah swears he sees the unmistakable twitch of a grin at the corner of his mouth.
The party is exactly as expected: most of your friends, a couple of Nick’s friends who you know by extension, and then there’s Noah.
The sight of him both surprises and pleases you the moment you step off the bottom stair just as he’s coming through the door, the height difference between you more noticeable than ever.
“Hi…” Your features soften, and Noah greets you with a warm smile and an open arm for a hug. You step into it without thinking, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, tucking yourself close. It’s been far too long since you last saw him, and you can’t help nuzzling into his chest, especially when his chin dips against the top of your head and he murmurs, low and fond, “There she is. The birthday girl.”
The words make your stomach flutter with butterflies, and there’s a twinge of guilt, because in all the time you’ve been with Jake, you’ve never felt that. In fact, you’d only agreed to a date with Jake all those months ago in hopes of forgetting Noah, but instead, you’ve only found yourself longing for him more. No matter how much distance you’ve tried to put between you, he’s still there in your mind.
“It’s been too long,” he says, pulling back to look down at you. “I’d accuse you of purposely hiding from me if I didn’t know any better.”
You laugh, but there’s a faint quiver in it, nerves maybe, because his words are too close to the truth.
“Sorry. I’ve been busy.”
“So I hear. A boyfriend, huh?”
If he’s hurt, nothing in his face gives it away. Maybe, deep down, you’d been hoping he would be, hoping for some sign that he likes you as much as you like him.
“Yeah…”
“How’s it going?”
“Good.” You nod, though not convincingly. It’s not easy dating the guy who’s considered to be pretty and popular, especially with the kind of attention he gets from other girls.
Suddenly there’s a loud crash from somewhere behind you, followed by cheers. You roll your eyes with a huff.
“Will you excuse me?”
You brush past him, quietly thankful for the excuse to escape the guaranteed awkwardness of this conversation, and silently praying that nothing important just got broken.
“How’d that go?” Nick’s voice comes from behind him, and Noah turns with a shrug.
“Good. Why wouldn’t it?”
“Because it’s felt like you’ve both been avoiding each other for months now.” Nick raises a brow, almost conspiratorially, and whatever idea he’s got in his head, he might not be entirely wrong.
“It’s nothing.” Noah shakes his head. Nick just sighs before offering him a beer.
“If anyone asks—”
“No idea where these came from.”
They share a brief, amused grin before Noah takes a swig and slips off into the small crowd, finding somewhere to settle and falls into conversation with some of Nick’s other friends who came over for the festivities.
“What are you doing out here all on your own?” Noah asks when he spots you sitting on the bench swing at the back of the empty garden.
He’s stepped out for some fresh air, the music from inside the house still booming but growing distant as he approaches. He catches the quick brush of your hand against your cheek before taking a seat beside you with a quiet sigh.
“Let me guess—‘It’s your party and you’ll cry if you want to’?” His tone is teasing, earning a halfhearted laugh from you.
“Idiot,” you mumble under your breath.
He leans in, giving you a light nudge. “Why are you out here alone and crying?”
You freeze at the last word, exhaling slowly before answering. “Because this is the worst possible birthday.”
“Why?” It comes out quicker than he means, but he’s not trying to pry, he just cares.
Through muffled sobs, he catches the words Jake and some girl up in your room. Noah’s jaw tightens, teeth grinding, blood boiling at the thought of what he could, and would happily, do if he got his hands on him. His arm slips around you, pulling you against him in comfort. You fall into him easily, hiding your face against his shirt as the emotion rolls over you, another wave of tears following.
You never expected things with Jake to be serious, not really, but it still hurts to find him kissing another girl. In your room of all places.
“He never deserved you.” Noah’s voice is soft, but there’s no hiding the truth in it. You’ve always deserved better than some preppy asshole.
You don’t disagree or argue; you just nuzzle closer, his arm tightening as he holds you.
“It’s not midnight yet,” he murmurs. “Your birthday still isn’t over. We can still turn it around.”
“Oh yeah?” You sniffle, lifting your head slightly to look at him as you wipe your eyes. “And how do you plan to do that?”
Instead of answering, Noah reaches out, taking your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, and tilting your head back just enough to lean down and kiss you. It’s soft and tentative at first, barely a brush, before you slowly melt into it, returning it just as delicately, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.
Your chest bursts with emotion, tears welling again, but this time, they’re not from sadness. They’re from happiness. From relief. From finally having an answer to the question you’ve always carried.
Noah more than likes you back.
Nothing more happens that night between you and Noah. In fact, nothing more has happened since. Still, you’ve been spending more time together, hanging out with him and especially his bandmates now that he and Nick have fully formed something solid.
It’s nice, getting to watch them practice in the backroom of some venue that lets them rehearse as long as they clean up afterward. Right now, they’re preparing for an upcoming tour. They’re only the opening act, and it’s a Warped Tour style setup, but you couldn’t be prouder—not just of Nick, but of Noah, remembering that first night, dinner with your family, when he talked about his dreams. Now you’re watching him live them.
While everyone else is clearing up, Noah approaches where you’re sitting at the side of the room. “So, are you going to come watch us play?” Noah asks, leaning back against one of the large equipment cases.
“Didn’t I just?” you tease.
He leans in, nudging you playfully. “You know what I mean.”
Nothing might have happened between you that night, but it doesn’t change the flirting that has started, subtle but undeniable. There’s a whole new undertone to your friendship.
“I told you.”
“Yeah, yeah, you can’t come. But why not just one show?” He gives you the most hopeful look, puppy eyes and all, rocking side to side. He’s been trying for weeks to convince you to join them on the tour. Even Nick has agreed, and your parents have no issue, yet you’re still digging your heels in. Maybe because you know what’ll happen if you go, and the last thing you want is to feel like some unintentional groupie.
“Maybe if you did a show here. Besides, you’ll meet some hot girl on the road and forget all about me.” You brush it off lightly, but his expression shifts, a flicker of genuine hurt crossing his face.
“You really think I’d forget about you like that?” he asks.
He doesn’t deny the pretty girl part, but the way he says those words makes you believe him.
Before either of you can get too caught up in the conversation, Folio—their new official drummer, calls Noah over. Having him around is like having a puppy twenty four seven: younger than all of you, full of relentless energy, but when that energy transfers to the drums, it’s incredible.
Watching Noah fills you with pride, it’s like seeing someone find not only their passion, but their people. Finding a place where he finally belongs.
In Noah’s room, you fall back onto the bed with a soft thud, sprawled across it as Noah drops down beside you. His head turns toward you, and his leg stretches out to gently nudge your side.
“Don’t even try it,” you murmur from beneath the arm draped over your face.
“I wasn’t going to do anything,” he teases, reaching a hand toward you. You can hear the grin in his voice without even looking at him.
“Mhm.” You hum before moving your arm behind your head, glancing over at him. “You’re not going to try and convince me one more time to join you in the back of a minivan with, what, four other dudes?”
“Five,” he corrects.
You roll your eyes, the corner of your mouth quirking with a small grin. “I think I’ll be better at home.”
“Well, I’ll miss you then.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“Barely.” He scoffs and shuffles closer, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looks at you. For a moment, you linger in silence, gazes locked. You feel the faint brush of his fingers along your side, dipping where the fabric of your shirt rides up.
“Do you ever think about it?” Noah asks at last.
Somehow, you don’t need him to clarify. You have. You do. You find yourself coming back to it more often than you’d like to admit.
You bite down on the corner of your lip and turn your head away, gaze dropping. “Sometimes…” you confess softly.
“All the time,” he breathes.
You turn back, meeting his eyes again just as he leans in. His lips brush yours, soft, just as they had been the first time but when your hand grips the front of his shirt, you’re the one who deepens it, pressing yourself closer. His hand slides down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmurs between kisses.
“I don’t,” you breathe, chasing his lips once more.
You roll fully onto your back, pulling him with you. The bed creaks beneath you both, his knee sliding up between your thighs, first to part them, then pressing firmly against your jeans. The kiss turns more heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and your hips grind down against his thigh. Your hands tangle in his shoulder length hair, grazing his scalp, tugging, a moan spilling out with your desperate rutting.
It’s been years. You’ve had another boyfriend since that first kiss, but nothing sets you alight the way Noah does. He’s been all you’ve thought about, all you’ve craved.
Little do you know, he’s wanted the same, finding you in his thoughts far more often than he’d ever admit.
From downstairs comes the slam of the front door, echoing through the quiet house, followed by the call of, “Noah!”
You’re no longer alone in the sanctuary of his home. Your brother has returned, his sudden arrival causing you and Noah to quickly part, scattering like teenagers expecting to be caught by their parents.
From beyond the bedroom walls, you hear the creak of the stairs and heavy footsteps as Nick takes them two at a time, jogging his way upstairs. By the time he reaches Noah’s room and swings the bedroom door open, you and Noah have put at least a few feet between yourselves. Noah is across the room in the computer chair, spinning idly, while you sit with your back against the wall, facing the TV and flicking through channels in search of something to watch.
“Oh, hey! I didn’t know you were here.” Nick doesn’t bother hiding his surprise, though if he has any suspicions about you hanging out in Noah’s room, he doesn’t let them show.
“I was waiting for you!” Shuffling to the edge of the bed, you stretch before offering Noah the remote and hopping to your feet. “Since you only have a couple more days before you leave me forever—”
“For, like, a few weeks…” Noah interrupts, correcting you.
You continue anyway, pressing a hand dramatically to your chest. “And I’ll be all alone—”
“With our parents,” Nick adds.
“I felt it was only right to have at least one more hangout night.”
Nick's brows knit together as he studies you for a moment, as though internally debating your motives for being here. Eventually, he lets out a long sigh. “I suppose.”
He rolls his eyes playfully, and you scoff, reaching out to smack the front of his shoulder. “Hey! You’ll miss me while you’re gone.”
“More like I’ll miss the peace and quiet while dealing with him and the other guys.” Nick jerks his head toward Noah, who’s stopped spinning and is now staring at the two of you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
“What did I do?!”
The guilty look that flashes across Noah’s face sends your own pulse racing before Nick suddenly bursts into laughter. You quickly follow suit, the two of you shaking your heads at Noah while he remains thoroughly confused.
“Come on,” Nick says, pulling the door open. “We’ll go downstairs, order some food, and watch a movie.”
You follow him into the hallway, hearing Noah shuffle after you.
“Fine, but it better not be Lord of the Rings again.”
It is.
At this point, you’ve lost count of the number of times he’s rewatched it alone, let alone with Noah. While your brother sits curled up at one end of the L-shaped couch, you and Noah sit on the same side, close enough that the fingers of your hands resting on the same cushion brush against each other beneath the blanket you’re sharing.
It’s barely a graze, and yet his touch has a way of igniting the same spark in you that it has since that first kiss you shared on your birthday—the same kiss you’ve often fantasized about, daring to wonder what might have become of things back then had you pursued it further.
You’re distracted, enough so that when Nick begins to speak, quoting the movie as he always does, you visibly jump. Your hand pulls away from Noah’s reach, a flash of panic rushing through you at the thought of being caught.
It takes a moment to register that you haven’t been, but instead of sliding your hand back into place, Noah grows bolder. His arm extends until his hand finds the inside of your thigh, the touch no more than a brief stroke before it settles there comfortably, giving a gentle squeeze.
Before he can move any further, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them as though holding it hostage. Yet it seems to be exactly where he wants to be, evident in the way his fingers curl slightly against you.
Every movement Nick makes has you holding your breath and squeezing your thighs tighter, though it does little to deter Noah. The constant awareness of his touch is enough to keep your attention fixed anywhere but the movie, your thoughts drifting despite your best efforts to focus on what plays across the screen.
Instead of relaxing, your entire body stiffens. You fear being caught, but you don’t want Noah to stop. If anything, you long to feel his touch against your skin, without the barrier between the heat of his fingers and the puddle he’s turning you into with such a simple act.
The movie feels twice as long, your patience wearing thin, all while knowing there’s no chance of dragging Noah upstairs to his room or finding an opportunity to slip away and continue what had begun between you. Instead, you’re forced to sit with the tension he leaves coiled tight in your stomach, a feeling that only grows as the minutes crawl by.
When the movie finally ends, you drag yourself up from the couch, trailing behind as they both head upstairs. Noah leads closely ahead of you, one hand tucked behind his back, his fingers catching the tips of yours and holding on until you reach the top of the stairs, where you’re forced to split off in opposite directions.
Nick has already disappeared down the hall toward his room. You turn toward the guest room, shoulders slumped, not daring to look back at Noah, only to nearly jump when a hand suddenly catches yours.
Spinning on the spot, you almost collide with Noah. He’s standing close, gazing down at you. His already dark eyes are nearly swallowed by the shadows, illuminated only by the faint glow spilling from the bathroom light farther down the hall.
“Noa—” you breathe, but he gently hushes you, guiding you backward toward the guest room. His free hand reaches behind you to ease the door open as he ushers you over the threshold.
For a second, you simply stand there, your heart pounding in your chest. Your fingers remain encased in his larger hand, his grip tightening briefly before he lets go. He lifts that same hand to your face, his thumb tracing softly along your lower lip as he leans closer.
“I meant what I said earlier.”
Your breath catches.
His lips brush yours as he continues, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I think about that kiss all the time.”
Noah seals his confession with a kiss that leaves your knees weak and sends a shiver racing down your spine. Your head goes pleasantly fuzzy, and for a moment you’re too caught up in him to fully process what’s happening. The gentle pressure of his thumb and forefinger against your chin, the way he tilts your head just enough to keep you close, determined to savour every second.
His touch feels almost searing, surrounded by the scent of him, familiar and comforting all at once, until he’s pulling away.
Silence settles between you in the darkness. Noah’s forehead rests against yours, as though he’s fighting a battle with himself not to stay. The words ‘don’t go’ rise in your throat, only to die there before they can ever reach your lips.
“Goodnight…” he finally says, breaking the silence.
In the same breath, you echo the word back in a whisper.
The reluctance in his departure lingers long after he steps away. The warmth of his touch feels imprinted on your skin, and the scent of him clings to you as he retreats to his own room.
Across the hall, after Noah climbs into bed, he spends the next several minutes tossing and turning before finally going still. Staring up at the ceiling, he eventually drifts off with one simple thought: that wishes he was lying next to you.
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Come Undone
Noah Sebastian x fem reader
Summary: You and Noah discover a new kink that he’s really into..
Content Warning: Established relationship, smut (unprotected p in v), heavy on the breeding kink/creampie, talk about birth control, teasing, light joking/spanking, Noah trying to keep it dom but he’s kinda pussy whipped hehe
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18+ MDNI
Noah sat across from you at the dinner table in your apartment. Cleared plates sat between the two of you. A comfortable silence filled the air as you finished eating. He had barely been available the last few weeks, spending most of his time post-tour and pre-festival season in the studio. A relaxing night in was much overdue. Noah picked up the plates and walked them into the kitchen, scraping the remnants of dinner into the garbage before moving to the sink. Your phone lit up on the counter, buzzing as an alarm filled the screen. Noah turned off the water and picked up your phone, studying it with a furrowed brow.
“What’s ‘bc’?” he asked, confused.
“Oh, it's my alarm to take my birth control” you said, shuffling over to take your phone. You walked to your bag and pulled out the small blister packet. “I have to take it at the same time every day.”
“Oh, okay” he responded softly. He thought for a second. “Since when have you been on that?”
“Only 3 or 4 weeks” you replied, popping the pill in your mouth and washing it down, “I thought because, you know, things are getting a lot more serious between us, and with my new job and your music career exploding it might be good to be extra careful I guess”
Noah nodded quietly. “It doesn’t make you sick or anything does it? I know there can be a lot of side effe-” You cut his concerned rambling off, a soft smile on your lips.
“Noah, I'm fine. I did a lot of research and I feel great, if anything there's just added benefits.” you said, shrugging your shoulders alluringly.
“What do you mean?” he questioned. The concerned look had left his face and he spoke carefully, stepping towards you and placing his hands on your hips.
“Well, a more regular cycle, clearer skin,” you took a step closer to him and eyed him up and down with a sultry look, “...no condoms…. You can finish inside me.” You teasingly dragged a finger down his chest to the buckle of his belt, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “Have you ever done that before?”
“No.” he answered flatly. Noah’s eyes darkened and his expression was unreadable. He didn’t say a word, just picked you up over his shoulder, tattooed hand resting on your ass. You giggled as he walked to the bedroom and plopped you onto the bed with a light thud. He wasted no time, his hands roamed up and down your body toying at your breasts through your shirt. He kissed you feverishly and heat pooled low in your core. You shifted further onto the bed and he followed you. He reached behind his head and tugged his shirt off, leaving wisps of hair falling over his face. Your eyes raked down his tattooed body and you followed suit, slipping your shirt over your head. Noah cupped your face with one hand and pulled you towards him gently, planting a soft kiss to your lips.
“When were you gonna tell me, huh?” he asked, thumb gently brushing your bottom lip.
“I don’t know, I didn’t even think about it I guess. I-”
“Mhmm” his hand slipped down to your throat, gripping gently and cutting off your rambling. “I could have been fucking you raw, feeling your warm wet pussy around my cock, and filling you up with my cum this whole time…and you didn’t think you should tell me?” His grip tightened slightly. Wetness pooled in your panties at his words and you let out a soft whimper. The anxious boy, always so vigilant and careful, was gone. You took back the upper hand, deciding to take a bold step.
“You wanna breed me, Noah?” You asked, fluttering your lashes innocently. He threw his head back and screwed his eyes shut, letting out a deep groan as his grip on your throat loosened. “Is that a yes baby?” you asked, raising your brows expectantly. He pressed his forehead to yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He breathed out a quiet yes.
“Then take me.”
He gently pushed you down to the bed and your head rested against the pillows. He desperately tugged at his belt, removing the rest of his clothes like you could have disappeared at any moment. You hooked your thumbs into your panties and stripped them off before Noah positioned himself over you. His hand cupped your heat and his fingertips gently dipped into your core.
“So wet” he praised, “You like the thought of that? You want to be filled by me so badly, don’t you?”
You ground your clip against his palm to find some relief, whimpering out a soft yes in reply. He lined himself up at your entrance and a hint of hesitation shone in his eyes as he met yours.
“.. you sure?” He asked.
“Yes. It's okay, I promise” You reassured him with a soft smile and brushed the strands of hair from his eyes. At that he thrusted into your dripping pussy, immediately cursing at the feeling of you around him. He had never felt you, or anyone, bare like this before. He settled into a euphoric pace, rolling his hips into yours, leaving you a moaning mess. You could feel every ridge, every vein heightening the sensations.
“Goddamnit you feel so fuckin good” he huffed through heavy pants “So wet and warm and tight.” Feeling him fully like this sent tingles up your spine. He pulled out and rolled you over, dragging your hips up so your ass met his hard length and your face laid flat on the mattress. He thrusted into you and gripped your hips hard. You rocked forward as his hips snapped into you repeatedly and you peered over your shoulder at Noah. His muscles flexed and sweat was beginning to bead across his forehead. Pleasure rippled across his face and every so often he stilled, gritting his teeth and wincing.
“You good back there?” you asked teasingly.
He replied, voice strained and gravely, “Yup, just don’t want this to be over too soon.”
You laughed at his restraint, cut off with a loud yelp as his palmed smacked against your ass.
“Laugh again and you’re not getting a single fucking drop.” He said firmly. Your pussy clenched around him at his demeanor and he gripped your hips in response. “Now get on your back and beg me to fill you.”
You were lost for words.You flipped around and settled into the mattress, spreading your thighs for him. The sight of him alone was devastating, his eyes were glazed over with lust, tattoos trailed over his toned chest, his rock hard length glistened with your wetness. A warmth spread through your chest at the thought of him taking you like this. The level of trust and intimacy, the submission of letting him claim you. Your heart raced with anticipation.
His forearms braced each side of your head as he held himself above you. You reached between your bodies and gripped his cock, teasing your entrance as you rubbed the tip up and down your folds. He pushed into you suddenly and stilled deep inside you. Your hands tangled in his hair.
“I said beg.” He growled through gritted teeth.
“Noah, fuck-” you sighed “Please I want it so bad”
“I’m not moving until you ask for it properly.”
“Noah, I want you to fill me with your cum.” You whined, sudden shyness overtaking you at the pure filth leaving your lips.
“Good girl, now ask me again.” He said with a conceited grin.
“Noah, please breed my pussy” you said coyly.
He captured your lips in an open mouth kiss as he finally fucked into you. Your body nearly shook with pleasure. Countless times with Noah and somehow this felt like the first, learning the feel of him inside you with no barrier and having him take you, desperately and passionately. He thrusted into you deep, knocking the breath from your lungs as you clung to him, thighs wrapped tightly around his waist.
“You take me so well baby. I’m gonna breed this pussy and you’ll take every last fuckin drop like a good girl, yeah?” He whispered against your lips. You moaned in response, grinding your hips for more friction. He bent one knee beside you to take you deeper and the feeling had you seeing stars. The pleasure was building rapidly in your core and you knew your release was close.
“You want me to put a fuckin baby in you?” he teased.
“Oh God, please” you mewled.
“God isn’t the one about to make you cum.” Noah spat as his pace quickened.
“Noah” you cried as you fell apart around him. Your walls tightened over and over and his thrusts became messier as he chased his release. He watched your face as you moaned and begged for him to fill you, the pleasure still wracking through your body. He stilled and began to spill inside you. Your breath was stolen by the new sensation. A warmth spread within you and made you feel impossibly full. You could feel him pulsing inside you as he groaned deeply and buried his head in your neck. His hips jerked sporadically as he dragged out his orgasm, the most fucked out you’d ever seen him. He panted and a thin layer of sweat made his inked skin shine. He pushed himself up and knelt before you, slowly pulling out. His lips parted and you studied his face, pupils blown and eyes dazed. He watched as his tip slipped out of you with a subtle pop from the wetness, and his release seeped out of you slowly. You let out a playful giggle and began to close your thighs, his hands reached out to spread them again and his gaze never left your leaking, spent pussy.
After a moment you carefully slid off the bed and stood up, his cum beginning to drip down your thighs. He watched you, enamored, as you grabbed your panties from the floor and slipped your shirt on, then walked towards the door to clean up. You looked over your shoulder to see him still gawking.
“You okay?” you asked
“I uh- um, yeah” he stammered, meeting your eyes, “That was just... really fucking hot.”
You walked back over to him and stood between his thighs where he sat on the edge of the bed.
“First of many” you quipped, pecking him quickly on the lips before walking to the bathroom to clean up.
Noah fell back on the bed and ran his hands through his sweat-dampened hair, exhaling sharply. Without a doubt his mind was consumed with thoughts of the next time he could take you like that.
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A/N: I think this is the filthiest thing I’ve written and I await my punishment from the heavens, but I hope you guys eat it up HAHA I had to get these thoughts out of my head. I have so much shit to do the next couple days so I wanted to post something before I have no time to write. I am so grateful for the love you guys have shown for my writing. It literally has me giggling and kicking my feet. As always feel free to chat with me or send me requests/questions/whatever!
XOXO Lila 🗡️
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”God isn’t the one about to make you cum.”
PLEEEEEAAASE IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
At this point take me to the pearl gates
I’m going insane over these smiles
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In these photos, Noah's new tattoos and lavender manicure are more clearly visible 😄
source (inst): Cindy Dakin
Dude he is so fucking DENSE good LORD i have sm to say abt this shit 😭 im so whipped its actually upsetting
Someone raises their voice a bit while talking to me:
Metal vocalist screaming in my ears:
excuse me sir...
source: bo instagram
