Cabin Fever
MDNI 18+
1.8k words Noah Sebastian x fem!reader
CW: age gap, unprotected sex
(In my head, Noah is in his late 40s for this fic!)
It was cold and snowy outside. It was mid-winter and your dad, Joakim, thought it'd be a good idea to go out to his cabin in Washington. None of you expected it to snow this much, but nonetheless, it did.
You tried telling him over and over that it wasn't a good idea, but the stubborn man he was, you and the band packed your bags and made the trip.
You all lived in LA, so the trip wasn't horrible, but it was undoubtedly cramped. you were squished between Noah and Nicholas.
Nicholas was considerably tall compared to you, but Noah was a giant. A giant with spider-like legs.
“Noah move your legs!”
“I'm really trying! There's not much space here!!” Noah whined as Nicholas laughed at your bickering.
Without saying, it was a long ride. You all had to stop at a hotel somewhere in Oregon because it was all too much for the group.
The day you arrived, the snow was already falling but your dad assured everyone it wouldn't get too bad.
In his defense, it did stop…until that night. It was ankle by the time you all woke up. That's when Jokiam and the Nick's went out to get a ton of groceries.
You were invited, but you denied. You loved the cold, but the snow made your pants wet and it was never something you enjoyed.
“Well, if you're staying here, Noah is staying with you.”
“What?! Dad, I'm literally 20! I don't need a babysitter.
Your father went on about how you shouldn't look at it as babysitting. More as someone to “keep you safe” just in case.
You rolled your eyes. It wasn't like you hated Noah. It was quite the opposite. You didn't trust yourself around Noah.
His tattooed muscles and deep voice was enough to send you into a frenzy. It made your cunt soaked and your knees weak.
Your dad left before you could protest once again.
“Well, looks like it's just me and you, y/n.” Noah said, his arms dropping to his side.
You sighed and went up the wooden stairs that led to your room.
“Don't look so happy about it!” He chuckled from the living room.
You smacked against your bed, letting out a sigh and covered your face.
You decided to busy yourself with reading one of the multiple books you brought with you.
You had picked up “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. It truly was a classic, but you hadn't read it before.
About 30 pages in and you noticed the sun starting to set. You had called your dad, wondering where he and the other guys had gone and what was taking so long.
“The road is blocked. We tried going around, but it looks like we'll have to get a hotel for the night. Sorry, hun. We'll be back as soon as possible.”
“So I'm here. Alone. With Noah?”
“Honestly, I'm not sure what your problem is with him! He's nice, y/n.”
After conversing (bickering) for a couple more minutes, your dad had to go.
You knew you'd have to go tell Noah. You were already changed into your pajamas and just wanted the night to end so your body and mind wouldn't have to go through the torture of being alone with him.
Being alone with his warm body..his cologne, which you could smell every time you walked passed him. His fingers, his hair…
You shook your head, ridding the thoughts from your conscience as you walked down the stairs, you heard him giggling at his phone.
His hair was long and gorgeous, it was all put up into a claw clip. You would have stood there and appreciated him from afar forever if he didn't notice you.
“Oh, um, Noah, my dad and the guys are stuck because of the storm. They're getting a hotel for the night and- AH!!”
Your eyes went wide as the lights in the house shut off.
“Fuck. It's okay, y/n. It's just the storm.”
Noah found his way to you, pulling your shaking and anxious body into his arms.
You were terrified of the dark. This was the worst possible scenario to find yourself in. You took in Noah's scent. His cologne was soothing.
“I have to find some..fucking, like..candles or some shit.”
You laughed at his tone. He sounded so clueless, like he was wracking his brain trying to figure out what to do.
“Here, take my phone, use the flashlight until I'm back. You gunna be okay, angel?” His hand caressed your face as he sat you down on the couch.
You nodded and took in what he just said. Angel? He had never called you any pet names before. You figured it was just the situation, possibly making him more sympathetic towards you.
You heard him rummaging through boxes as you sat on the couch. It was so fucking cold, you couldn't help but shiver. You had a sweater on but you could feel the coldness seep in through the fabric.
“Okay, I have candles set up in both of our rooms. We can hang out together until you are ready to go to bed. Sound good?” His voice was low and seemingly sounded caring.
It almost made your heart flutter. He took your hand and you stuck to him like a magnet. He must have felt you shiver against him in the process, because he helped you under the covers once you reached his room.
The candles helped tremendously, the room was lowly visible, it was better than the pitch black of the living room.
He crawled under the blanket with you.
“Noah? You don't-”
“Shut up…you're cold. That's all.”
You nodded and sighed as his arms wrapped around you. His hand came up, petting your hair.
You both started small talk. It was comfortable, not awkward and weird like it was with other people.
You looked up at him.
“I guess I am kinda glad you stayed here with me..” You gave him a sheepish smile.
“Oh yeah? You better be.”
Your body was warm now, no need to be in the position you were in, other than the factor of comfort.
Something switched in his eyes, as it did with yours. Your thoughts were once again running wild.
This is wrong. This is so wrong. He's twice your age, he's your dads friend. Your friends would consider him an old man for god's sake!
There was a burning deep in your stomach. Somehow, you understood that Noah felt it too. Your hands, which were once curled up into your chest, now rest upon Noah's bare chest.
You weren't sure when he took it off, but you didn't have any reason to complain. You were subconsciously tracing the lines of his tattoos. Noah pulled you closer and lowered his hand, now resting on your hip.
Your hand felt every dip and curve of his skin as it went up to cradle his face.
“I don't wanna sleep alone tonight..” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as if others were in the house.
He looked your face up and down before softly pressing your lips together. The kiss was intense and hot while at the same time, soft and sweet. Your lips intertwined together felt so right. Like this is where you were supposed to be.
You pulled away, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“You don't have to, angel.” He smiled before connecting your lips once more.
Your arms wrapped around his neck. This kiss wasn't like the last one. It was hungry and needy. Your tongues danced together and you pushed yourself against his body, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.
His hands dipped into your sweatpants, grasping at your ass. His hands were so warm, like fire on your skin.
It all unfolded so fast. You started to grind your hips against his growing bulge.
“I've been waiting for you for so long, y/n.” He was out of breath, the distance between your two faces felt stuffy and crowded but neither of you had anything to say about it.
“You have no idea…” You smiled back, your fingers now doing the same as his and peeping into his pants.
“Let me have it, please.” You said, palming at his bulge through his boxers.
He was quick to remove his bottom clothing along with yours. You didn't move from the position you were in. You threw your leg over Noah's hip, giving him full access.
He slid his tip throughout your wetness, hoping to make it easy to push into you.
As he did so, you gasped. He was thick and the perfect length. It stretched you out perfect.
You softly whined, moving your hips ever so slightly, hoping he would catch on.
He gasped as he started to fuck into you. The space between you felt almost non-existent. Your lips were ghosting over each other with each thrust Noah gave you.
Your breathy moans were hitting Noah's face. His jaw clenched and he littered your neck with open mouthed kisses.
“Oh fuck, this is so wrong.” You muttered.
“I don't care. You're too perfect for my cock.” Noah's words were low and caring, yet so deep and almost like he was growling.
Your heart felt like it was going to explode and your stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.
“Don't. Not yet, baby. Don't want this to end…fucking ever..” Noah pulled you in closer and put his full body into his thrusts.
His body was grinding against yourself and his skin felt hot radiating onto yours.
Noah was barely visible under the candle lit room, but you could see every facial expression ever so slightly. His hair was sticking to his forehead.
It felt euphoric. It felt un-fucking-real. With previous partners, it had never felt like this. It felt like you were off some kind of party drug. Noah's cock was doing this to you? You almost couldn't believe it.
Noah's fingernails were digging into your skin on your hips, slowly dragging across your body.
The soft burn the scratches Noah gave you were all too much.
Noah, seemingly knowing you were close, barely sped up.
You dug your fingers into his shoulders before entering your orgasm. Your body convulsed against him. You felt Noah's cock pump thick ropes of his babies into you.
His grunts and jagged hip movements made you weak.
As you came down and back to reality, your chest was heaving and Noah gave you a kiss on your forehead.
“I can’t believe we did that.” Noah chuckled.
You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“You're my secret.” You said, kissing his chest.
“And you're mine, angel.”
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You hate classic lit because:
Your were forced to read it in high school, and no one likes to be forced to do anything in school
Your teacher failed to explain that important things aren't always objectively enjoyable
Your class was focused on picking the book apart at the expense of appreciating the story or, more importantly, the context of the book and why you should care
You think that the book has to be relevant and nonthreatening to you to be worth reading
I had an English teacher in high school tell me word for word that Charles Dickens was the filet mignon of literature, and that my class clearly only liked hot dogs. I had another teacher ask me what I thought the meaning of a poem was and then told me that my interpretation was objectively wrong.
But I've also seen other teachers explaining what made a book a classic, why people at the time loved it, what new ideas or writing styles it pioneered, or what historical events it inspired. And I've read, throughout my life, plenty of classics without the constraints of an educational setting, and thoroughly enjoyed them. Hell, I've taken Les Miserables to the beach.
There have also been books that I have read and not enjoyed! Sometimes they had themes that I hated, but as a historian I can put those themes in context and still learn from the work as a whole. Sometimes I just didn't like the story, but I can accept that my ideal plotline doesn't always mesh with that of an average person in 1788. I also know when books feel disjointed because they were originally serialized, or paid by the word, or written in a dialect and culture not my own. And now I'm an adult, and I can choose to finish them or put them down.
The point is I encourage you to revisit books you once had to read and hated, or books you never had to read but have avoided because they fall in the same category. As an adult you get to make your own choices and form your own opinions, and that freedom allows you to dive as deeply or shallowly into literature as you want. You may never like War and Peace, but you might also find that you enjoy more than you thought you would.
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