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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Mystery of love

Previously / Next chapter

a/n I came from the dead to write this. So sorry for the wait. This is a heavy one… so buckle up.

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

warning: toxic, abusive ex, blood, fighting, injuries, hospitals, manipulations.

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10 months ago

“Thank you for inviting me over”, Matt smiled at you. The room was cozy, light with candles, smell of freshly made meals surrounded you all. “Got to feed Emmy’s double date fantasy”, you teased, touching her hand across the table as she rolled her eyes. “I'm happy you are here Matt”, you threw your best friend’s boyfriend a smile. Deep down needing this sense of normality. Normal life. Normal relationships. You didn’t have much. Emmy had been the only one who stuck with you after it all went downhill.

“Can we eat?”, Dan’s cold tone, made a shiver run down your back but you had mastered a fake smile by then. One that pleased him enough to not start a stupid argument. “Sure, help yourself”, you handed him one of the bowls before turning to your guests once more.

“You guys went on to Paris, how was it?”, you chirped, putting food onto your plate. “I could gush for ages”, Emmy squealed, clasping her hands around Matt’s arm. It was the look of pure adoration on his face that made your heart ache. You could tell that he loved her. That what they had was real. “Matt was the tour guide, planned the whole…”, she was mid-sentence when Daniel quickly cut in, “You’re eating that?”, he motioned to your palate. “Dan”, you said through gritted teeth, feeling embarrassment creeping up your neck. He said nothing. Didn’t even react as he reached for your plate, switching it with his empty one.

“Wtf dude”, Matt cut in, eyebrows knitted together. “It’s okay he’s just messing around”, you chuckled, “Right, Dan”, your pleading eyes watched his concert-cold face a bitter smile on his lips, “You should follow Violet's diet”, he tapped your hand as if you were a toddler. Your stomach sank. You could see Emmy’s face across the table, the shock and disgust, written all over it.

“I'm sorry, I’ll refill this, don’t wait for me”, you pushed your chair back, reaching for a still-full pasta bowl. You needed to breathe for a moment. Pull yourself together. “Why the fuck are you causing a scene?”, Dan hissed beneath his breath, eyes wild as he followed you into the kitchen. “Why the fuck are you being an asshole?”, you pointed your finger at him angrily. “Bitch”, he grunted, “know your place do you hear me?” He was right in front of you now. Towering over your frame. “Or what?”, you hissed back at him.

“You walk out and not make a peep or tomorrow might be a hard day for you”, he lifted his hand, muscles tense. But you just watched him. “Sorry Emmy wanted water”, Matt’s voice filled the kitchen. “Help yourself dude”, Dan mused, eyes still on you, before he turned back, walking back to the table. You closed your eyes for a moment letting yourself breathe. “If you need help squeeze my hand as you walk past”, Matt muttered. You met his eyes then. A different look there than you were used to. “What are you on about everything is fine”, you laughed softly, feeling the sting in your eyes, “here I’ll grab the water”, placing a hand on his upper arm, fingers digging into his skin. He simply looked at you nodding softly that evening.

present time:

“Missed me?”, the sight of him alone made you nauseous. “Get out of my apartment”, you bit back, trying to keep your trembling hands as steady as possible. “Is that how you talk to the love of your life?”, a smirk spread across his lips. “Daniel, leave”, you shook your head, shoulders slumping. You were so tired of this. “What did you tell him?”, he asked firmly. “What?”, frowning you shook your head. “That boy of yours what does he know?”, and here it was, the thing that had you in a chokehold for months. His fear. “He knows nothing”, you clipped back bitterly.

“I have pictures of you two”, the six words made your stomach drop. “I can sell them for a pretty penny he’s pretty private isn’t he?”, he loved this, knowing that once again power over you. “You don’t have shit”, you spat back, praying that this was just once again another toxic game for him. Cold sweat ran down your back as you watched him slowly pull his phone out, scrolling till a satisfactory grin spread across his lips.

“Like this one the most”, he mused turning the screen to you. And here you two were. Last coffee date, your fingers in Noah’s hair, his hand holding onto your hips. You couldn’t see your face but you could tell it was him. You could see the love there. Something that had been missing between you and Daniel from the start. Anger bubbled within you as you lunged forward trying to grab his phone only to be met with a harsh shove.

“What did you tell him?”, gripping your upper arms Dan shook you. “Nothing you paranoid freak”, you barked back angrily. He reached out taking a fistful of your hair, “You will leave him or I will ruin him”, angry tears burned your eyes, ��Fuck you, you’re not taking him from me as you did with everything else”. Dan let out a bitter laugh,“Oh, here we go again. Saint Y/n, the martyr. Always the victim. You never let anyone forget how much you’ve sacrificed.” You clawed at his hand reaching for a kitchen knife that wasn’t all that far away from you, “And you never let anyone forget how much of a selfish, spineless—-“

But you don’t get to finish your sentence as Daniel’s grip tightens around your upper arms. You move to push away, palms pressing against his chest and in the heat of the moment, he let go. In that brief, frantic moment. Making you lose your balance, your elbow brushed against the kitchen counter as you try to steady yourself. But the movement only sent you crashing into the not-yet-finished bookshelf lying on the floor. The sharp corner of the wood slammed into your temple with a sickening thud. Your vision blurred for a second, a wave of dizziness overwhelming you. Sounds turning fluffy as you tried to blink.

You reached out to touch your head, feeling warm sticky liquid trickling down your fingers. A blurry figure loomed over you. Squinting your eyes you tried to make out a face. Anything. Was he calling to you? Looking? You let your head fall into the fluffy rug. Slipping in and out of patches of black.

Noah always wanted that domestic feeling. Never had he thought that getting screws with a smile on his face would be in the cards for him. To have someone you were ready to climb mountains for. The bleak, repetitive reality was what he had been living in. Wake up. Write. Record. Sing. Sleep. Yes, he had his friend. Friends who had been family for years but he always yearned for more. For a person that was his. That made you want more. Who made it more.

A wash of blonde hair made Noah do a double take as he made his way back to the apartment complex. Emmy’s worried face filled his eyes before Matt stepped right beside her both clearly in a rush. “Hey, what are you both doing here?”, Noah called out making the pair turn. “Oh thank goodness you’re here”, Emmy let out a deep sigh, clasping her hands over Noah’s. “What’s going on?”, he couldn’t help but frown, sensing the urgency. The stress poured out of both of them in waves.

“Some mutual friends said that Daniel was causing trouble”, Emmy shook her head. “Usually that means that he ends up here”, Matt nodded towards the apartment building with that same unapproachable tightness on his face. One Noah knew was a sign of shit being seriously fucked.

“I’ve been with Yn all day”, Noah pointed out. “It’s just that…”,’ Emmy stated right as the front door swung open. “Shit..”, Matt grunted through clenched teeth, “Hey”, called out, making none other than Daniel do a double take. The fright in his eyes made Noah’s stomach turn. “Motherfucker “, cursing beneath his breath Noah lunged forward. Ripping at the door. Fingers tapping the elevator button relentlessly before giving up. Hand on the railing as he took three steps at the time.

“Yn”, he called into the dim hallway. Not giving two shits about the neighbors. “Yn”, he muttered, eyes falling on the ajar door that led to your apartment. He had been there. He had been there and Noah wasn’t. The ringing that echoed in his head made his stomach twist. It felt as if he was no longer in his own body. Watching it all from the side, urging himself to step forward. Books were scattered around the hallway. Some stacks were barely holding up. Noah stepped over them, heart hammering so loudly that he couldn’t hear himself calling out your name. “Baby”, he turned the corner and it’s as if someone sucked all the air out of his lungs. All he saw was blood. Red and red and red.

“No, no”, he muttered beneath his breath, sinking to his knees, as his hand reached to lay on top of yours. Pressing onto the open gash. “Hey, love, look at me, darling”, Noah coaxed softly, pushing the strands of hair that had stuck to your forehead. “Fuck”, Matt’s voice rang from behind, followed by a pained gasp, “Oh my god, what did he do”, Emmy kneeled on the other side, hands pressing against your shoulder. “Don’t move her”, Noah warned her.

“We need an ambulance”, Matt’s steady voice was drowned once again by the panic drumming within Noah. “It’s all okay, it will all be okay”, he soothed, trying to at least. Not sure what one should even say in situations like this. “Noo”, you grunted, squeezing your eyes shut. “I'm here it’s all okay”, Noah muttered, his other palm softly brushing your cheek. Trying to block out everything else. Emmy crying. Matt on the phone. Himself.

Five stitches. Three hours in the most atrocious hospital chair. He hated hospitals. Now even more so. Noah wasn’t sure what he was feeling. It went in circles. From anger to fear. Anxiety to numbness. What pissed him off further was that they knew. Matt and Emmy knew shit he wasn’t looped in on.

“we’ll play protectors of one's truth later”, Noah grunted as Matt handed him yet another cup of that bitter water they called coffee here. “He wasn’t good for her”, Matt sighed, lifting his cap off to brush his hair back. “No fucking shit dude he’s an abuser”, Noah grunted through gritted teeth, throwing the cup of coffee straight into the bin. “He also owns a big company”, Emmy muttered wrapping her arms around herself.

“Do I look like I give a shit? He needs to be behind bars”, Noah gestured. “They signed an NDA she can’t speak about the shit he did”, Emmy blurted out, bottom lip quivering. Noah blinked slowly, “What?”, surely this all had to be a joke. “He managed to bankrupt her last store”, Matt sighed, Emmy just shook her head beside him, “I’m so sorry we couldn’t tell anyone she didn’t…”, a sob made her clasp a hand over her mouth.

“Come here”, Matt wrapped his arm around her bringing her closer to his chest. “He will go after you”, Emmy whimpered. “Oh, please”, Noah rolled his eyes. “We do need to consider the band here as well, Noah “, Matt warned him. “What would he have?”, Noah grunted, “a picture? Look at me and tell me that you give a shit about a picture, Matt”, his chest was rising and falling rapidly now. A part of him wanted to just punch someone. Something. Pack you up and take you with him. He was about to say just that when a nurse with a clipboard stepped into the hallway, “For Miss Yn?”, all three of them instantly jump up, turning to her.

He was standing in front of yet another door. Breathing in deeply before pushing the handle down. The beeping instantly made him nauseous even if the nurse had told him that it was simply a precaution. Your skin was a lot paler. It made Noah sick that the sweet night you two had planned had turned into this. You blinked slowly, tired eyes looking back at him. A slight smile spread onto your lips as you saw him. Noah pushed his anger down, letting the corners of his lips curve up ever so slightly as he crossed the distance between you.

“Hey”, you muttered, voice groggy as you reached for his hand. “Hi, gorgeous girl”, Noah mused, clasping your fingers through his as he kissed your knuckles. “How are you feeling?”, he carefully leaned in kissing your cheek. “There’s no longer three of you”, you tried to joke but Noah didn’t find it in himself to laugh alongside you. “Yn”, he murmured under his breath. “That was quite a tumble, I’m so clumsy”, you shook your head slightly. “Don’t lie to me”, Noah mused, watching as the look in your eyes shifted.

“Noah”, you sighed. “No, don’t cover for him 'cause I saw him leaving your apartment building”, he pushed on. “I slipped Noah”, you clipped back way firmer. “And the door to your apartment opened exactly how?”, Noah mused, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a moment of silence. Your eyes drifted away from him. He could feel it. Felt it right there and then. He was slowly losing you. You were slipping away.

“You should go”, your voice was barely a whisper but hit Noah just as hard. “No, I’m staying because I’m not letting you rot in this toxic environment”, he argued back. Reaching for the button by your bed you let your fingers brush over it. “Whatever he told you… it’s just another handful of lies”, Noah moved to stand beside you, brushing his fingers beneath your chin, but your eyes didn’t meet his.

“Miss, you called?”, a nurse stepped into the room. Making Noah clench his jaw. “He’s leaving”, you stated. “No, I am not”, Noah instantly shook his head. “Sir, hospital rules…”, the nurse warned him. “I know you don’t want this”, Noah pleaded. “Thank you for visiting”, you muttered, turning your face towards the window. “I love you”, he breathed out, “I’ll sit outside your door 'cause I want us do you hear me? I want US, and I'm not going anywhere”, he swallowed thickly trying to keep his emotions at bay. Catching a glimpse of you closing your eyes as silent tears fell down your cheeks, ripping Noah’s heart even more.

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[kaliforniahigh]

You usually left Noah to his own devices when it came to recording, writing and producing. You knew he got very focused whenever he was in there with the boys.

But tonight, every single one of them has already left the studio, passing by the living room to bid you a quick goodbye before making their way out of the door. They all looked tired in their own ways, and you wondered how long it would take for your Noah to leave the studio.

You tried to busy yourself watching videos on your phone and scrolling through social media. But as the time passed, you realized it was close to 11PM and you haven't even had dinner yet. Your stomach was rumbling and your eyes were beginning to feel tired. So you made your way to the studio to check on your boyfriend.

Opening the door slowly, you saw him sitting on the chair in front of the computer. You could see the back of his head and his ever growing hair that you loved to grab on to and run your fingers through. He wasn't even moving, just blankly staring at the screen in front of him, and you knew it was time to try to get him out of here.

His broad shoulders were being hugged by his black t-shirt. You loved him in everything he worn, but a basic black t-shirt would always be your favorite.

You lingered by the door for another couple of seconds before you knocked, only loud enough for him to hear and turn around on his chair to finally land his eyes on you.

"Hi, baby", his voice was low and a little raspy, clearly tired after a whole day of singing and screaming into the microphone.

But what caught your attention were his drained eyes. You felt a little guilty for finding the sight before you completely adorable, but you couldn't help it. Besides, you knew he got extremely soft and touchy when he got tired, so that's why you made your way over to him, his arms already extending towards you to rest on your hips.

You got closer to him and ran your hands through his hair, he sighed in pleasure and encircled his arms around you in a hug, resting his head on your tummy. You could feel the ends of his hair prickling your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

"It's already 11PM, baby. You need to eat and go to bed", you told him in a small voice, almost a whisper. The room was quiet and despite the cold lightning, you felt a sense of comfort being here with him.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't realize it was this late", he murmured into your shirt, but didn't move his head at all.

"I'll get something ready for us to eat, and then I'll be back to get you once it's done, ok?" you asked him, but he made a sound of complaint and you felt his arms tighten around you.

"Want you to stay here. Haven't felt you all day", he nuzzled his head closer as if to get his point across and convince you to stay. He never had to convince you to stay, your favorite place would always be with him.

You moved around a bit in his embrace and settled yourself on his lap, straddling his hip. The position didn't feel sexual at all in this moment. You were both craving some sense of closeness - him more than you - and the feeling of each other's body heat, so you decided to give him what he wanted before you would have to inevitably get up and fix you both something to eat.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he started to move his hands up and down your back.

"How was the studio session today?", you asked him, wanting to know if the reason he was staying here so late was because he was struggling with something, or because it was going so right, he didn't want to stop.

"Started good, but then we hit a brick wall. The guys left to clear their heads and I stayed here to try and sort it out", he mumbled into your neck. You knew that he felt more responsible than the other guys, and you always tried to tell him that this is a team effort, but you knew your boyfriend would always work himself to the bone regardless. And that'd when you would gladly step in.

"How about you also get out of here to clear your head? You can wait for me on the couch while I get dinner done", he knew why you were so adamant on him eating something. Having watched him go to bed without eating one too many times. The thought of you worring about him so much filled his stomach with butterflies. He loved being cared by you.

He finally nodded, realizing he wouldn't get anything done this tired and hungry.

You got up from his lap and he stood up after you, taking your hand in his and leading him out the door. Making your way to the kitchen, you thought he would situate himself on the couch and rest for a bit, even doze off for a while. But he followed you to the kitchen and made a personal home behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

You smiled to yourself, knowing there was nowhere you'd rather be right now. From time to time you gave him a piece of whatever you were cooking - and he gave a hum of appreciation, telling you it was good - and from time to time he gave you a kiss on the neck.

Noah was forever grateful for your presence in his life, knowing that he needed you to bring him back down when his head got too far up in the clouds. He didn't know what he'd do without feeling the heat of your body and your delicate hands on his skin at the end of a rough day.

[runningincircl3s]

Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 1 (title coming soon btw! i'm still thinking!)

okay i've finally decided i will be posting this, so it's time to release this from my drafts... remember when i asked about a bestfriend!noah x reader series... well here's the first part!! i don't know exactly when i'll be writing and posting for this story, so there'll be new parts when i feel like it i guess haha

also i added this series onto my taglist if you want to be tagged in future posts :)

warnings: NSFW!! loss of virginity, READER IS 18+, experienced noah x unexperienced reader, p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do that!), is that it??

You and Noah. Noah and You. Inseparable since you met, where there was one the other wouldn’t be far. You did everything together, there was no one in the world you cared about and trusted more than your best friend Noah. You loved him in a way that was more than just friendship, even more than just romantic, you had the kind of bond with him that people could only dream about. You were his soulmate, and he was yours, but to keep it simple, you just called yourselves best friends.

You had your own friend groups though, you had your group- Sophia, Beth, Miley and Emily. Noah had his- Nick (Ruffilo), Nick (Folio), Matt and Jolly. Your friends had very little to do with Noah and the guys, but the guys all saw you as their little sister, always looking out for you, always protective over you- besides Folio who saw you as his twin, and sharing a birthday may have had something to do with that. 

Noah was experienced in every way you weren’t, he had to be. Coming from a complicated background, he knew he had only himself from a young age, until you came along. Your family loved him, he was invited to every family event, every wedding, birthday, every party. Your family would always joke, asking if they would be expecting your boyfriend to come with you, and you would always hit them with the “he’s just my friend!” because he was… right? He got his first job young, saving money for road trips with you once he learned to drive and buying you gifts whenever he would see something that reminded him of you. He moved in with his friends, Ruffilo and Matt, as soon as he could, and you were always welcome at his place whenever you wanted, whether you needed to get away from home for a while or whether you just wanted to see him, you were always welcome to hang out.  

However, there were also other ways he was more experienced than you, more than just life in general. He had a reputation for being a little bit of a man whore, for lack of a better word. Despite never having had a long-term girlfriend, you’d always heard whispers and rumours about him. The girls at school would talk about him, about his hookups, about how good he was in bed. You never asked, and he never brought it up, but you’d caught the knowing smirks, the way girls would giggle when he walked by. Yet those girls would never know you were his first kiss, when the two of you were younger and watched a movie, cringing at how a husband and wife kissed. You had asked if he had ever kissed someone before, and to your surprise he said no. You hadn’t either, so you were both curious, and ended up kissing each other, before groaning at how disgusting it was. You had no idea how your best friend Noah Sebastian, who once said he’d never kiss again, had built this kind of reputation. 

However, it never bothered you that you were lacking that kind of experience, not until your friends began talking about sex. Sophia was the first to lose her virginity to her long term boyfriend, Miley next with her vacation fling, then Emily with a drunken hookup at a party. This left you and Beth, or at least until Beth sent a random message to your group chat one night, starting with “you’ll never guess what just happened", but she never said who she lost it to.

This left you feeling a little left out. You wanted to do it, and not just because they had. You wanted to know how it felt, if it was really as good as people say. The only issue was that you’ve never had a boyfriend, or any partner, not really. You’d get involved with guys, and you’d really like them until they said how they didn’t like how close you were with Noah. 

But you didn’t blame them. 

Because right now, you and Noah were sprawled out on his couch, your legs resting in his lap. He had noticed there’s been something on your mind all day, all week even, because he can always tell. You were quieter, not laughing when he made a funny comment. And right now, you were chewing on your lip, staring at the TV screen but not quite watching the movie. 

Noah shifted beneath you, letting out a dramatic sigh before tapping his fingers against your shin. 

“Alright, spit it out,” he said, not even looking at you. “You’ve been chewing on your lip so hard I’m surprised it's still there.”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“Huh?”

“Whatever’s been on your mind all night. You suck at hiding things from me, you know that.” He finally turned to look at you, brows raised. “So, what’s up? You flunk a test? Accidentally shoplifted again? New crush?… Had your first wet dream or something?”

Your face immediately burned, and you kicked at his thigh. 

“No, you freak!”

Noah just grinned, clearly pleased with himself for getting a reaction out of you. 

“Then what? You’re acting all… I don’t know… Weird?”

You hesitated. Your eyes flickered back to the TV, even though you weren’t watching it. The words were sitting right there on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t push them out.

Noah nudged you again. 

“C’mon, just tell me... It’s me.” He said, his voice softer.

That was the thing. It was him. Your best friend. The one person who never judged you for anything, ever. The one person you trusted with your life. If you couldn’t tell him, then who could you tell?

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous. 

“Everyone has done it except me.” You muttered, your voice small as you picked at a loose thread on your sweater.

Noah blinked. 

“Huh?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. 

“God, don’t make me say it, Noah.”

A beat of silence. Then, his voice dropped lower, amused but curious. 

“…Ohh...”

You peeked at him between your fingers, and you watched a slow smirk spread across his face. 

“You’re talking about sex.” He nodded.

You groaned again, your face burning up.

“Shut up.”

Noah laughed, leaning his head back against the couch. 

“Y'know I was only joking about the wet dream thing, but wow, okay. So, let me guess… Your friends won’t shut up about it, and now you’re all stressed because you’re still a virgin?”

You sighed, letting your hands fall into your lap. 

“Kind of. I don’t know. I mean, yeah, they talk about it a lot now... And it’s not like I wanna do it just because they have.” You hesitated, then shrugged. “But I have been thinking about it for a while, and I do wanna do it, I want to know what it's like...”

Noah hummed, tilting his head. He wasn’t teasing anymore. He was watching you carefully, taking in the way you were fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Then, after a pause…

“You got someone in mind?”

You froze, feeling your stomach flip.

This was the part where you were supposed to laugh it off. This was the part where you should’ve said something like “yeah, Oli Sykes”, or simply “no, not really.”

But you didn’t.

Because you did have someone in mind, and he was sitting right next to you.

You hesitated for a second too long, and Noah caught it. His smirk deepened, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“Ohh, so there is someone?”

You huffed, shifting against the couch. 

“Maybe.”

Noah grinned, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. 

“Lemme guess…” He pretended to think, then snapped his fingers. “Folio?”

Your head snapped toward him. 

“What?!”

“I mean, it makes sense,” he said with a shrug, like it was obvious. “You guys always have this kinda tension-”

“We do not!” You gawked at him. 

Noah just laughed, shoving your legs off of him. 

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You scowled. 

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he shot back, grinning. Then, as if it was an afterthought, he added, “Folio knows what he's doing though, he already popped someone’s cherry.” 

“What?! Who?!”

Noah gave you a look. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

He blinked. Then, like he’d just realised,

“Oh... Fuck.”

Your stomach twisted. 

“Noah.”

He winced, running a hand through his hair. 

“Shit. Well. Uh…”

“Noah. Who?”

He groaned. 

“Look, I wasn’t supposed to say anything, so just… don’t be weird about it, okay?” He sighed, then muttered, “Beth.”

Your jaw nearly hit the floor. 

“Beth?!”

“Shhh!” Noah reached over and clamped a hand over your mouth as if she would hear you, glaring at you. “Jesus, this stays between us, unless you want her to murder me?”

You shoved his hand away, still reeling. 

“Beth… and Folio?”

Noah rolled his eyes. 

“Yes. Apparently. I found out a few days ago, and he made me swear not to tell anyone because they need to talk about it first or something...” He gave you a pointed look. “So if you tell your little girl gang, I’m dead. You hear me? Dead!"

You barely heard him. You were still processing the fact that Beth, the same Beth who used to pretend to gag at the mention of Folio’s name, had slept with him? No wonder she’d been weird about it all.

Noah watched your face closely, then smirked. 

“So, I guess that means Folio’s off the table for you anyway, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“He was never on the table, Noah.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced. “So, who is it then?”

Your breath hitched.

This was it. 

The moment of truth.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. 

His teasing expression softened slightly, like he could tell you were about to say something important.

You swallowed hard.

“I was wondering, what if it was… You?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

Noah blinked.

Then, after a beat,

“Huh?”

Your face burned. You looked away, gripping the hem of your sweater. 

“I mean, there's nobody I trust more, nobody I'd feel safer with…I want you to be my first.”

Silence.

Your heart nearly pounded out of your chest.

Then all he said to that was,

“…Oh.”

You’d fucked it. Your entire life. You had ruined the one friendship you never wanted to throw away. He was going to hate you forever. This was it. 

However, Noah just blinked, still processing your words. Then, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Me?” he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement.

Your face burned hotter. 

“Forget it,” you muttered, moving to sit up. “It was stupid.”

But before you could escape, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His grip was firm but gentle, like he didn’t want you running away just yet. “You want me to take your virginity? You want me to… have sex with you?”

You swallowed hard, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“…Maybe.”

Noah let out a low chuckle. 

“Damn. Never thought I’d hear that one.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “What, you finally realised I am the hottest guy you know?”

You groaned, even though you were glad he wasn’t being weird about it like you feared he would be. 

“Noah-“

“Or…” He cut you off, eyes glinting with mischief. “Have you just been thinking about how good I’d be at it? You heard the stories, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

That smug look deepened. 

“Ohhh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder. 

He laughed, easily taking the hit. 

“Hey, I get it. You don’t wanna waste it on some idiot who doesn’t know what he’s doing, someone who won’t treat you right.” He leaned back, stretching his arms over the couch. “Smart girl, you gotta raise your standards somehow.”

You frowned. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, if I do this, you’re never gonna be able to settle for some mediocre guy after me.” Noah grinned. 

“You tell all your hookups that?”

Noah snorted, before looking at you a little more seriously. 

“If this is really what you want, I’ll do it. I just don’t want you to… I dunno…”

“Feel weird about it?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “It doesn’t have to change anything between us, okay? If you don’t want it to.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head, “I trust you, Noah, I know you’ll take care of me, I know I’ll feel safe, and if I want to stop I know you will.” 

Noah felt his heart flutter at your words, his hand resting on your thigh. 

“You don’t know what that means to me, sweetheart.” 

That damn pet name, the one he would randomly throw out, the one that would make your heart skip a beat. 

“So… When do you want to do it?” He asked, a playful glint in his eye before he continued, “Cause y’know, I’m quite a busy guy-”

“Oh, yes, because I’m just going to book an appointment to have sex with my best friend.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You were so glad he wasn’t making this feel too serious or too daunting, “I’m not doing anything now? Or later tonight?”

“I was gonna go to Jesse’s party,” Noah said, “But this sounds much better.”

You felt yourself blush. 

“You gonna tell Jesse you’re busy?”

“Nah, he’ll forget about me by the time he’s had a couple beers.” He smirked, standing up and reaching a hand out to you, “We don’t have to do it right now, but-”

“I want to.” You swallowed, worried you sound too eager, “If you do too?" 

He smiled. 

“Of course, c’mon.” 

Your fingers slid into his, warm and solid, and he tugged you up effortlessly. Your heart was pounding as he led you toward his bedroom, every step making the reality of the situation sink in.

You were really doing this.

With Noah.

Your best friend.

You weren’t sure what you expected to feel when you walked into his room, but it was so normal. The bed was unmade, his hoodie was draped over the chair, and there was an empty water bottle on the nightstand. It was the same place you’d hung out a million times before, except this time, you weren’t just here for a movie night, or to listen to his demos for his new band, Bad Omens.

Noah turned to face you, his expression soft. 

"You okay?"

You nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced.

"You can back out," he said gently. "Doesn’t have to happen tonight."

You swallowed hard. 

"I know."

Noah studied you for a moment longer before stepping closer, reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek. His touch was soft, much softer than you expected. 

"You still want this?"

"Yeah… I do."

His smirk returned, but there was something different about it now. Something almost possessive as he looked in your eyes. 

"Good," he murmured. "Because I want it too."

He shut the door, making sure to lock it just in case, and his eyes softened as he looked at you standing in the middle of his room, looking a little anxious. 

"Nervous?" He asked

You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot. 

"A little."

"That’s normal, you don’t know what to expect." He smiled, before gesturing to the bed. "Come here."

You obeyed, sitting on the edge, hands placed in your lap. Noah crouched in front of you, hands braced on your thighs, not to push, not to rush, just grounding you.

"You will tell me if you wanna stop at all, yeah? If anything doesn't feel good?"

You nodded, but he raised an eyebrow. 

"Say it."

"I’ll tell you if I wanna stop."

Noah gave a satisfied nod. 

"Good girl."

A shiver ran through you, but before you could dwell on it, he squeezed your knees. 

"Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you comfy."

He stood, peeling his hoodie off over his head, leaving him in just a t-shirt and sweats. It wasn’t a show, just something casual, but your mouth still went dry.

"Your turn.” He prompted, nodding toward you.

Your fingers fumbled at the hem of your sweater. It felt different like this, being undressed for someone. You hesitated, and Noah caught on immediately.

"Here," he murmured, nudging your hands away. "Let me."

His fingers were steady as he pushed your sweater up, slow and careful. 

"Arms up, baby."

Your heart skipped a beat at the name, but you obeyed, letting him tug it off and toss it aside. The cool air prickled against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he looked you over, watching as you slowly took off your bra, tossing it down with your sweater and his hoodie.

"Damn.” He muttered under his breath.

Your stomach twisted. 

"What?"

His lips quirked up slihgtly. 

"Nothing. Just… you’re pretty."

Your face burned, and you looked away, but Noah wasn’t having it. His fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin up. 

"Don’t get shy on me now, we both know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you naked."

You swallowed hard, but you nodded. He was right. You and Noah had no shame, you could and would get changed in front of each other and it was never weird, sometimes you’d even go into the bathroom and sit with each other when you were in the bath or shower, just to talk about day. You knew he’d never look at you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable, and he knew the same about you. The bond you had was truly unbreakable, so you were hoping you weren’t making a mistake here tonight.

"Okay. Lay back for me, sweetheart." Noah said softly. 

You did as he asked, heart hammering against your ribs as you stretched out on, laying back his bed. The sheets smelled like him, clean, familiar and safe. There was nowhere else you could ever imagine this happening.

Noah climbed in next to you, leaning on one arm while his other hand trailed lightly over your stomach. 

"We’ll go slow, alright? Let’s start easy."

And then, his fingers traced lower.

“No one else has ever touched you like this before?” He asked, although he was certain he knew the answer.

“No.” You shook your head. 

“What about… You?” His voice was lower this time, and his fingers moved slowly down, like he had all the time in the world, before they brushed the waistband of your shorts. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

“I’ve tried.” You swallowed, “But I’ve never…” 

“Never came?”

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

“Oh, angel,” he pouted, “Should’ve told me sooner.” 

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, giving you a look to ask for permission, and once you nodded he slowly slid them down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

“You still sure about this?”

“Yes, you idiot.” You smirked, fighting back the nerves swirling in your tummy. 

“Okay, good.” He smiled, searching your face for a moment before slowly leaning down, capturing your lips with his. 

You expected it to feel weird, kissing him, but it didn’t. Nothing had ever felt so right. 

His kisses began at your lips as he pawed at your chest, his thumb rolling over your nipple, but then they trailed down, past your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, between your breasts, your stomach…

Until he reached where you were now aching for release, for him. 

He kissed over your hip, your upper thighs, but then he stopped, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties as he kneeled between your thighs.

“You’ve seriously never came before?”

“No.” You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing as his thumb brushed down against the damp fabric. 

“Mmm, we’ll change that, sweetheart. I promise.” 

Your breath hitched as his thumb pressed down a little harder, rubbing up and down over your clothed clit. His head rested on your thigh, looking up at you with a lazy smile, as if he could spend the rest of his life like this. 

“Already so wet for me…”

“Noah…” You whined, your hands covering your face after a small whimper escaped your lips. 

“Hey, don’t get shy now,” he reached for your arms, moving your hands away from your face, “You wanted this, right… Unless you want me to stop-”

“No.” You said, leaving no room for hesitation. 

He smirked, his thumb still rubbing over your clit, in slow, lazy circles. A soft gasp left your lips, your thighs tensing.

"There we go," he murmured, watching you closely. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

You nodded quickly, biting your lip.

Noah hummed in approval. 

"Why don't we make it even better."

With that, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He had seen you before, but never up this close. His gaze flickered over you, dark and unreadable, before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hip.

"Relax for me," he murmured against your skin. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

His fingers found you again, and this time, there was nothing in the way. For a moment he just looked at you, parting your folds with his fingers, feeling his heart race as he let his thumb ghost over your clit, watching you shiver. He'd be lying if he said he had never thought about this before.

"You’re so soft, baby," he murmured, his voice thick. "And so wet. I barely have to do anything, and you’re already falling apart for me."

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as he moved, one finger sliding through your slick folds, testing and teasing. Your hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more, and he chuckled softly.

"Easy, sweetheart." His thumb found your clit again, rubbing in slow, lazy circles. "See? That feels good, huh?"

"Y-yeah…"

"You ever touch yourself like this?"

You shook your head, unable to form words. Every time you had touched yourself, it had never felt this good. Nothing has ever felt this good.

His smirk deepened. 

"No wonder you never finished. You weren’t doing it right."

You wanted to argue, but the way his fingers were moving, so sure and precise, like he knew exactly what to do, made it impossible to do anything except moan softly.

"Listen to you," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. "So needy. Never heard you make those pretty sounds before."

Your face burned. 

"Noah-"

"Shh, just let me hear you, sweetheart."

And then, before you could process it, he slowly slipped a long finger inside you.

Your breath caught, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around his hand. 

"Oh-"

"There you go,"* he soothed, pressing a kiss to your lower stomach. "Nice and slow, just like that… Feel good?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip. 

He moved carefully, giving you time to adjust, his thumb still working soft, teasing circles over your clit. The mix of sensations already had your toes curling, your back arching off the bed.

"Ohh good girl," he praised, his voice dropping into something lower, something almost possessive, you never thought you’d ever have the chance to see this side of your best friend. "You’re taking me so well."

A whimper slipped from your lips, and Noah groaned softly. 

"Fuck, baby, you’re already squeezing me so tight…"

He added another finger, stretching you just a little more, and your whole body tensed.

"You okay?"

You nodded quickly. 

"Y-yeah, just-"

"Different?" He finished for you.

"Yeah."

"Mmm. You’re doing so good for me." He pressed another soft kiss to your stomach, his fingers never stopping. "Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

And then, if it couldn’t get any better, he curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot that had you gasping, gripping his other wrist like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Oh my…” Your head was spinning, you felt like you were just going to float away if you let go of his hand. 

"That’s it,"* he murmured, his voice rougher now. "Fuck, you feel soo good…"

It was too much, too good, your stomach tightening, your breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

"Noah, I-"

"I know, baby. Give in to it, let yourself go… Cum for me…"

His thumb pressed down just a little harder, his fingers curling at the same time, and that it was it.

You let out a loud, almost pornographic moan as the pleasure crashed over you, your whole body trembling.

Noah kept moving, slower now as he worked you through your first ever orgasm, his voice soft and soothing. 

"Yeah… That’s my girl. So fucking pretty when you cum for me."

You barely registered when he pulled his fingers away, your body still trembling in the aftershocks.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was staring down at you, his pupils blown, his lips parted slightly.

"See?" he murmured, bringing his slick fingers to his lips and sucking them clean, moaning as his gaze locked onto yours. "Told you it'd feel good."

You couldn’t believe what had just happend, or how amazing that had just felt. 

But you knew one thing for sure. You’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life. 

“That was…” You attempted to speak, but you were still catching your breath. 

“Good, huh? Still wanna go further?” He asked, and as he stood up from the bed your saw how tight his jeans had gotten. 

You swallowed hard, nodding your head. 

“Yes, Noah… Please…”

He let out a low breath, shaking his head with a smirk. 

"Look at you," he murmured. "So needy now, huh?"

You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t look away. You were past the point of shyness now. You wanted this. You wanted him.

Noah reached down, fingers working to undo his belt, the clinking sound sending a fresh wave of anticipation through you. 

"Still sure about this, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice softer now. "You know we don’t have to-"

"No! I want to." You interrupted, surprising even yourself with how sure you sounded.

He studied you for a second, then nodded, undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers.

Your breath hitched as he kicked them aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling between your legs.

Oh, the rumours were true. 

Becuase fuck. 

He was big.

Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed. 

"We’ll go slow," he assured you, running a hand up your thigh. "I promise."

He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his bare skin warm against yours. You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“Can I touch you first?” You asked against his lips, and you felt his smirk, his cock twitching against your leg.

"You wanna touch me, sweetheart?" His voice was lower now, rougher, as he pulled away a little. 

You nodded your head

Noah let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. 

"Fuck.. yeah, of course you can."

He moved, the two of you swapping positions. He was now half sat half laying on the bed, with you now kneeling between his legs. As you moved, he took off his shirt, revealing all those tattoos you’d catch yourself staring at, and it never went unnoticed by him.

You brought yourself back to reality, noticing his hard cock standing thick and heavy between his legs. You swallowed hard, your heart hammering as you reached out, your fingers wrapping around him hesitantly as your other hand held his thigh. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, his head tilting back slightly. 

"Oh… Jesus..."

You felt the weight of him in your hand, the warmth, the way he twitched under your touch. You ran your fingers over the length of him, testing, exploring, before stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, that’s it," he groaned, his hips twitching. "Mmm yeah… You’re a natural, baby."*

The praise made heat pool between your legs again. Emboldened, you tightened your grip slightly, stroking him with more confidence, watching the way his muscles tensed.

His jaw clenched, his breath coming in heavier now. 

"You keep that up, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna last long…"

You looked up at him, eyes wide and curious. 

"Is that bad?"

He let out a strained laugh, his hand moving to cup your face. 

"Not bad, just… fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad."

Your stomach flipped at his words, and you swallowed hard before releasing him, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"I want that too…”

"Yeah?" His dark eyes locked onto yours. 

You nodded. 

"Yeah."

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he exhaled slowly, like he was holding onto the last thread of his control. 

"Alright…"

He guided you back against the pillows, his lips brushing yours, his voice a soft murmur against your mouth. 

"Just relax for me, baby. Let me make you feel good."

He reached down between you, running the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you as it nudged your still sensitive clit. 

“Is it gonna hurt?” You asked, your eyes meeting his again. 

He hesitated for a moment, he wanted so badly to say no, but he knew there may be some discomfort on your end.

“It’s your first time, so there’ll be a little stretch… It might be uncomfortable, but if it does hurt and you want to stop, tell me. Okay?”

You swallowed, nodding. 

"Yeah…"

Noah took his time, his gaze locked onto yours as he slowly began pushing inside. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, it had you gasping, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained. "You’re so fucking tight…"

He paused, giving you time to adjust, his lips trailing soft kisses along your jaw. 

"Talk to me, baby. You okay?"

You took a shaky breath, nodding. 

"Y-yeah… just feels… different."

He chuckled against your skin. 

"I know. Just breathe, sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you..."

Slowly, he pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, fully inside you. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he stilled, letting you adjust to his size.

"So fucking perfect," he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek in his hand. "You feel so, so good, baby…"

You whimpered, shifting slightly, making your walls squeeze around him, and the movement made him suck in a sharp breath. 

"Fuck, don’t do that unless you want me to lose it." He warned.

You giggled breathlessly, but the sound melted into a soft moan as he rocked his hips, just barely, just enough to send sparks of pleasure through you. 

It felt good. So fucking good. 

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice like honey. "I’ve got you, sweetheart…"

He kept his pace slow at first, his movements deep and unhurried, like he wanted to savour every second, like he wanted you to feel just how much he wanted you. His hands roamed your body, fingers tracing delicate patterns over your skin, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper than lust. "Feel so fucking good…"

His touch was reverent, every movement careful, every thrust making your breath hitch, making your body arch into his. He held you close, your bodies pressed together so tightly it was impossible to tell where you ended and he began.

You sighed his name, your fingers sliding into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, making him groan softly against your skin. The way he moved, the way he filled you so completely, it was overwhelming in the best way, and it felt so right. 

"Noah…"

He lifted his head, his hair falling over his face, his dark eyes locking onto yours, and the look he gave you nearly stole your breath away. Pure adoration, mixed with hunger.

"Yeah?"

"More…" Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you.

Something in him snapped. He reached forward, grabbing a spare pillow and placing it beneath your hips before his grip on your waist tightened, his slow, measured thrusts turning rougher, deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you that had your whole body trembling, all whilst his hand pushed down, applying pressure on your lower tummy.

"Oh… fuck…" You gasped, clinging to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, feeling yourself unravel beneth him.

"That’s it," he groaned, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged. "You feel that? You’re taking me so fucking well, baby…"

You were a mess beneath him now, your body writhing, desperate for more, needing to cum, needing him to push you over the edge.

"I know, baby, I know…" His voice was strained, his pace faltering as he felt you tightening around him, a sign you were close. "I’m right there with you…"

His thumb found your clit again, circling it just right, and that was it. The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you so hard it had you sobbing his name.

Noah groaned deeply, burying his face against your neck as he followed right after you, his whole body tensing, his grip on you tightening as he spilled inside you. He knew it was safe, he knew you were on the pill, and he always used protection with everyone else, but he knew he wanted to feel you. 

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, slowly, he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple before rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms.

You curled into him, still catching your breath, your face tucked against his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles over your bare back.

"You okay? That wasn’t too much, was it?" He murmured, his voice softer now, still laced with the remnants of pleasure.

You shook your head sleepily, a small, blissful smile tugging at your lips. 

"Mmm it was amazing… never felt better…"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

"Good… Y’know, I could stay like this forever."

And as you lay there in the quiet, tangled up in each other, you thought… maybe, just maybe, you could too.

Noah let you rest for a few moments, his arms wrapped securely around you, fingers still tracing slow, lazy circles over your back. But then, he shifted, pressing another kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly.

"C’mon, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. "We gotta get you up."

You groaned in protest, burrowing deeper against his chest. 

"Nooo, too comfy…"

He chuckled, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. 

"I know, baby, but we need to clean you up, and you need to pee."

Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head back to look at him. 

"Pee?"

"Mhm," he nodded, sitting up and tugging you with him. "It’s important, don’t want you getting a uti."

You blinked at him sleepily, still too blissed out to fully process what he was saying, but you let him pull you to your feet anyway. Your legs wobbled slightly, and Noah steadied you with a smirk.

"Shit, you good?"

"Mmm…" You hummed, leaning against him. "Just… a little sore."

"Yeah? Guess I did a good job then." He smirked. 

You swatted weakly at his chest, and he laughed, guiding you toward the bathroom.

Once inside, he sat you down on the toilet, crouching in front of you as he brushed some hair from your face. 

"Go ahead, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up after."

You felt your face heat up, but when you hesitated, he gave you a reassuring look. 

"It’s just me, sweetheart. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Taking a deep breath, you did as he said. He gave you your privacy, stepping back to run the water for your bath. 

Once you were done, you let him guide you into the warm water, sighing as the heat soothed your sore muscles. Noah slid in behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you.

For a while, you just sat there, basking in the warmth, in the feel of him holding you. He washed your body, before pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his hands idly running over your arms, your stomach, your thighs. This wasn’t the first time you bathed together, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Sometimes the two of you just craved closeness, the warmth of another body. 

You could stay here with him forever. 

But then…

"Yo, Noah! You home?"

Matt’s voice echoed through the house, and you tensed slightly, eyes widening. Noah let out a small groan. 

"Should we go down?" You asked, turning to look at him.

He shrugged.

 "Might as well. He’s gonna come looking for me anyway."

Reluctantly, you let him help you out of the bath, your legs still a little shaky. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around you before drying himself off.

Once you were both dressed, Noah in a pair of sweats and you in his oversized shirt, you made your way downstairs, your body still sore but pleasantly so.

Matt was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge when he spotted you both. His eyes flicked between you and Noah, then to the shirt you were wearing, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me this is not what it looks like.”

"No, it's not." Noah chuckled, reaching around Matt and into the fridge for a couple water bottles, handing one over to you with a slight smirk.

[concreteangel92]

The Tattoo Artist

Noah Sebastian x female tattoo artist reader

No warnings for this one

I couldn’t get this cute little idea out of my head so here we are! Let me know what you think and it’s been left pretty open so if everyone likes it, we could always revisit this again down the line ☺️

Also the part about the nerves in the body twitching during a tattoo was more or less (obviously it’s been tweaked slightly) the conversation me and my artist had when I was getting my leg tattooed 🤣👌🏻 (you’ll know what I mean when you get there ahaha)

I can also confirm writing this 100% made me crave another tattoo!! My body hasn’t been stabbed or had pain inflicted on it in a year 🤣

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Masterlist

The sound of buzzing filled the studio mixed with the music playing over the speakers in the well lit up room.

Frames upon frames littered the walls, all different tattoo designs and art work from your fellow colleagues or independent artists decorated the space.

You took a sip of your coffee and then wheeled over on your chair to your table to start setting up for your client of the day.

A guy called Noah who wanted a new tattoo on his left leg.

You’d been messaging back and forth online and you’d sent him your designs that you’d drawn up and then tweaked until he was happy with the final result.

You hadn’t seen what he looked like yet, he’d been given your number through a mutual friend who you tattoo’d and you were curious to see who he was.

You set up the tattoo guns and got out all the colour pots so they were ready to use. Your tablet laid open with the design up on the screen ready and you’d already printed off a couple different sizes for Noah to choose from.

Once you felt your station was ready, you sat back in your chair with one leg crossed over the other and drank your coffee while scrolling on your phone.

Dead on 10am you heard the sound of the bell out front, signalling someone had come in.

“Hi, I have an appointment with y/n, 10am”

You heard one of your colleagues directing him through to the back room where you were waiting.

You then saw this incredibly tall and heavily tattooed guy walk in so you gave him a smile.

“Hi Noah Davis yeah?”

Noah nodded and smiled back.

“That’s me”

You gestured for him to come over and you picked up your tablet.

“How are you doing today?”

Noah came and lent against the tattoo table as you pulled on some black gloves over your hands.

“Yeah I’m excited, your work is incredible!”

You felt your cheeks go slightly warm at his compliment, choosing not to meet his gaze as you said thank you.

“That’s very kind, I can see you’re no stranger to a tattoo”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ve had one or two before”

You smiled and you picked up the tablet that had been resting on your lap.

“So just to check, you’re happy with this design? Nothing you want to change?”

“Nope that’s perfect”

You set the tablet down and grabbed a couple different sizes.

“Lovely and what sort of size did you want? Can I see the area?”

Noah nodded and sat back onto the table and brought his left leg up and pointed to the area of skin under a red Japanese style demon mask tattoo.

“I would love it to fill this gap up”

You place the designs over the area to see what the sizes could look like and you pick the middle sized print out.

“I personally think this size fits best but what do you think?”

Noah looked down and nodded.

“That’s looks fine to me, I’ll trust your judgment”

You smiled again and grabbed the razor.

“Just going to shave the area and then we can get the outline on and you can have a look in the mirror over there and make sure you’re happy”

You carefully started to shave away the hair on his leg, you could feel his calf muscle tensing slightly under your touch.

Once the outline was on his skin, you directed him over to the mirror and you watched as he made sure he was happy with it.

You took that time to admire him properly, not only was he tall and clearly took care of himself, it was his eyes and smile that drew you in.

You’d have to be blind to not see how insanely attractive he was but you reminded yourself that he was a client and you had a job to do.

“That’s perfect”

You nodded and smiled.

“Ok, want to come lie back on the table”

You set the top end of table up into a sitting position so he could sit up while you tattooed his leg.

Noah got himself comfortable while you placed your tablet open next to you and doubled checked you had everything ready.

“All set?”

Noah gave you a smile.

“I’m all yours”

You refrained from responding to that and turned the tattoo gun on and got yourself in position and got comfortable over his leg as you started to tattoo him.

After a minute or so you asked him how it was.

“Yeah that’s fine so far, I’m not screaming in agony yet”

You laughed.

“Well the morning is still early”

You spent the next hour chatting back and forth while you worked on his tattoo, the conversation seemed to flow very naturally with each other.

You had your hand on his leg while you tattooed so you could feel his muscles, you were just doing the last of the line work before moving onto the shading when you could feel the muscle tense.

You brought the needle up as Noah’s leg suddenly twitched and his leg jumped up slightly.

“Whoa..sorry, I can’t stop that”

You smiled and giggled as you went back to work when his leg has relaxed down again.

“That’s ok, I can feel when your leg is about to twitch, it’s natural when getting a tattoo in this area due to all the nerves”

Noah nodded and winced at the pain.

“Yeah…my legs do it every time. Is there anywhere worse that twitches in your experience?”

You pulled the gun away and gave his leg a wipe down, you looked up at him with a smirk.

“You really want to know? The one place that twitches the most would be someone’s ass”

Noah couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of his mouth.

“Seriously?!”

You nodded and took a sip of your water.

“Seriously! You think of all the nerves we have there, when someone gets tattooed there, it’s normally twitching away”

“Well remind me not to get you to tattoo my ass then”

You laughed and started the shading.

“I’ve only had to tattoo a couple butts in my time thankfully”

You felt his leg tense slightly and looked up to see his face twisted slightly in pain.

“You good?”

Noah nodded.

“Yeah that bit is particularly sharp”

You noticed he’d gone a bit more pale than when he first walked in.

“You got anything sugary on you?”

Noah suddenly looked like he’d been caught like a deer in the headlights.

“Erm…shit no I forgot. It’s been a while since I had a big tattoo done”

You finished the part you were shading and rolled your chair over to your desk and pulled out some sour jelly sweets.

“Here you go”

Noah smiled and took the bag.

“Thanks”

He popped one into his mouth and his face screwed up as the sour taste hit him.

“Wow…now they are sour!”

You giggled and carried on with the shading.

“Sorry, they are a particular favourite of mine but they will get your sugar levels back up, you are starting to lose a bit of colour, don’t want you passing out on me”

Noah continued to eat some of the sweets and chuckled.

“Sometimes I can be a wimp getting a tattoo, how do you handle them? I see you’re really covered”

You smiled as you wiped his leg again before continuing.

“I have a very high pain threshold so most of mine I’ve breezed through”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me”

You glanced up at him and felt your cheeks go warm as he smiled down at you.

“Depends on where it is obviously”

Another hour or so had gone by and you’d just finished the colour in his tattoo and you’d both been chatting away, the conversation had gone through so many topics, a favourite between you both had been anime and music.

You had just set up the white ink to finish the tattoo off and you stretched out your back quickly.

“Just got to do the white and then you’re all done. How you holding up?”

Noah gave you a beautiful smile and looked down at his leg.

“I’m good, I’m excited to get this finished, my friend was right, you really are incredible”

Your cheeks flushed red at his compliment as you smiled at him. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t loved every second of today. The conversation had non stopped flowed, you shared a lot of the same interests and your energy just seemed to match each other…and he was incredibly easy on the eye as well.

You felt sad that the session was coming to an end, in about 10 minutes you’d be cleaning and wrapping him up and it would be over.

You pushed these feelings aside and focused on the work in front of you, nothing got in the way of you creating the best tattoos you could possibly do.

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, more so because Noah was definitely feeling the pain at this point.

Over the speakers you could hear a new song just starting that a friend of yours had played you the other week and you started singing quietly to the words as you worked.

“I’m not afraid of the war you’ve come to wage against my sins….”

You felt Noah’s leg tense again but didn’t think anything of it.

“You a fan of Bad Omens?”

You shrugged slightly but didn’t take your eyes off his leg.

“I’ve only just started listening to them actually, my friend played me this song the other week and I fell in love with it so I’ve started listening to their albums. I wouldn’t say I’m a massive fan yet but I’d see them live if they tour around here again soon, maybe I’ll know all the words by then. You a fan of the band?”

Noah laughed.

“I guess you could say that yeah”

You were nearly done with his tattoo as you finished the last of the white ink.

“Have you seen them live before?”

“Once or twice yeah”

You wiped down his leg and cleaned it off to check it once more before you wrapped it.

“They’re worth seeing then?”

“I’d say they are definitely worth seeing personally”

You turned off the gun and sat back in your chair.

“What do you think?”

Noah sat up and looked over his new tattoo and then stood up and stretched out his tall body.

“It looks incredible, it’s exactly what I wanted”

You smiled and gestured for him to come over so you could take your photos for your portfolio and then wrap it up.

“Right so I’m assuming you’re no stranger to the aftercare?”

Noah shook his head with a smile.

“Any problems then just give me a call and if it needs any touch ups down the line then let me know”

“Thank you I will and this definitely won’t be the last tattoo I get from you”

You stood up once his leg was wrapped and removed your gloves and chucked them in the bin, it was only standing next to him that you realised how big he actually was, he towered over you.

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the experience and my work”

Noah paid you for the tattoo and gathered his things.

“You’re a great artist with great taste in anime and bands and has a love for sour sweets. I’ll definitely be back”

You laughed and walked with him to the front of the studio to see him out.

“Hey maybe when bad omens next play I could take you to the show?”

You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan to me. It was lovely to meet you Noah”

Noah smiled and gave you a wave as he walked out of the door.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach as he left, feeling sad the day was over.

You went back to your station and started to clean everything away and sterilise everything.

Later that afternoon when you were drinking your freshly made coffee, you got a notification on your phone.

You opened it up and your eyes went wide as you read ‘badomensofficial’ has tagged you in their story.

You saw a photo on their story of Noah’s new tattoo with the caption.

“Had the absolute pleasure of getting a new tattoo by @ y/n today! Will definitely be going back soon, make sure you stock up on those sweets!”

[concretecultist]

Kingdom Come

summary: you ask Noah, your Dom best friend, for a big favor.

pairing: sub!fem!reader x dom!noah

word count: 7.4k

THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

warnings: 18+!! BDSM, restraints, slapping/impact play, light degradation, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, p in v, oral (f receiving), subspace

A/N: this was purely self indulgent. please reblog and comment if you enjoyed 🥰

~Berry🫐

Life was kicking your ass. Harder than normal and the weight of the world was getting harder the bear.

Your job sucked, your body ached all the time and the one guy who you thought was going to be it for you, ended up ghosting you. All of it was a slap in the face and it was even worse when your landlord calls you to let you know the water would be off for a couple weeks due to maintenance issues. You guess you could tolerate it since he’s reducing rent during the time that the water will be off.

So, once you find out this information, you’re calling your best friend to see if you can crash there for a while. He had no problem with it. He no longer had roommates and often found himself missing having someone around.

So when you arrived and got yourself situated after a steamy shower to wash the day off, you find yourself sitting beside Noah with a question burning a hole in your tongue.

“I know this idea is out there but,” you choke on the words and realize how ridiculous this sounds.

“What?,” he keeps clicking away at his controller as he played his game, not taking his eyes off the screen. When you don’t answer, he takes a peak over at you and can see you biting your lip so hard it looks like it’ll bleed.

“Stop doing that,” he paused his game and used his thumb to gently pull your lip down from between the grip of your teeth, “What’s going on. It’s just me, Y/N,”

You look to him, twiddling your thumbs and decide it’s all or nothing, if he says no you guys can just forget you ever said anything.

“I need to turn my brain off,” you blurt out.

“Okay?,” he shrugs as if there was nothing to it, “I can have Folio bring some weed by,”

“No, I-,” you throw your face in your hands, cheeks burning as you think about it, “You are in the…. the BDSM scene and I want you to help me turn my brain off,”

His mouth drops in an ‘o’ shape as it clicks what exactly you mean. His hesitation has you feeling so silly. You should have just showered, went home and rubbed one out.

“Sugar, I’m not exactly sure you know what you’re asking for,”

You were his little sugar cube. Too sweet to know exactly what his life entailed behind the scenes. You never really seemed interested in it before. But little did he know, you were just nervous to show it.

He could be mean at the request of his subs during sessions and you were requesting it now but you were his best friend and he didn’t want to cross that line unless you were 110% sure.

“N-no, no I do,”

He’s briefly talked about his sessions enough for it to cause a burning of desire in your gut. You’ve never been in the scene but with the way things are going lately, you just need to be taken care of, to be manhandled and you’d rather do that with someone you trust.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you mumble, humiliated now that you’d expect your hot, dom, best friend to do that for and to you, “I just made a fool of myself,”

The silence that he was giving after your initial ask was gnawing at your emotions, you just wanted to disappear right now.

“Sugar, it would be an honor but if we do this, there’s no going back because I’m going to want you forever,” his words spilled like the smoothest whiskey on the market. Sure, now this sounds like a typical cliche of friends to lovers but what’s wrong with that? Sometimes things like this are meant to become something more. Maybe that’s why long term relationship never worked for either of you… because you two were it for each other?

“Please,” your voice cracks with need. You had showered while he stayed on the couch playing a video game and yet your body is still tense.

“Follow me,” he stands tall before you, extending a hand in which you take easily. You could already feel some tension relieving from simply holding his hand.

He kept his pace slow, easy for you to keep up with as one of his steps equaled three of yours.

He had a spare bedroom that no one was allowed in, not even you and you guys had been friends for almost a decade now. So when he reached above the door to grab the key, you snatched your hand from his and took a giant step back.

“I can’t go in there,”

“Right, without my consent,” he peaked over his shoulder, “But you have that now and then some,”

You looked at him with wary eyes and he dropped his shoulders with a knowing sigh.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” his hands made their way onto your shoulders to deliver a comforting squeeze, “This is the way,”

One of his hands is gently cradling your cheek now and it’s so soothing that you can’t help but lean into it and he notices the way your eyes flutter.

He already knows you’re going to be so good for him tonight.

Noah leans his forehead down to yours and your lips are only a few centimeters a part.

“You trust me… don’t you, Sugar?,”

Immediately weak in the knees, noticing he’s already entering into his persona. You nod feverishly against him.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,”

A gentle peck on your lips has you leaning in for more when he pulls away.

“Take your hands off the wheel and let me drive,” is all he says before turning his back to you to unlock the door.

Time seemed to slow down when he pushed it open, a part of you wanted to close your eyes, still feeling nervous about seeing a space he deemed so private that he kept it locked up. Your hand is in his once more with him pulling you through the threshold as he flicks the light on.

Red fluorescent lights filling your vision.

It smells so good in here and you wonder how, considering what possibly goes down based simply off of what’s in here.

The bed frame looks like one luxurious bird cage, bolted to the floor and a sheer canopy draping over it. There’s bars hanging from the ceiling with cuffs hanging from them.

Open cupboards of different items like floggers, paddles then another filled with masks and gags, one full of toys. There’s a full fridge in here with a clear door and you can see different replenishing beverages and snacks.

This is his sex dungeon

“Something like that,” he spoke aloud.

Realizing your thoughts weren’t kept in your head you avert your gaze to the ground.

“I don’t use it much other than personal uses, any time I have a scene with someone I meet them at theirs. I’ve just been keeping this a secret until I found the one worthy to be in here,”

Your eyes widen as you raise your head to meet his.

“M-me?!,” poking yourself in the chest, “I… you mean me?!,”

His shoulders tremble in soft laughter, shaking his head at your disbelief.

“This entire time, I’ve just been wanting to bring you here but you never expressed any interest in the scene,” he played with your fingers in his grasp, something he always found comfort in doing.

“I didn’t know if you’d take me seriously. I’m not exactly… what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive,”

“You’re exactly what comes to mind,” he brings you to a plush crimson couch, covered in velvet material. When your ass meets the cushions, he’s reaching to a table beside you to light a candle, bringing it over with him as he lowers himself into his knees before you.

“I’m going to go over a few house rules while I get you relaxed okay?,”

You offer a simple nod and he smirks,

“Rule number one- I always need a verbal answer. I don’t want to leave anything to the imagination and possibly misread body language, got it?,”

Swallowing thickly you nod once more, “I understand,”

“Good girl,” his hands make their way onto your calves, kneading the tight muscles, causing an involuntary moan in which you try to subdue.

“Number two, don’t be shy,” he says plainly, “I know this is new but you know me and I’m here to keep you safe so don’t shy away from me. Be as vocal and as emotional as you need to be,”

“I understand,” you answer once more. Your eyes watch his hands, curious when he picks up the candle, the flame flickering in his eyes.

“Three. Trust that I will never hurt you outside of what you ask for,” he tips the candle and a quiet gasp leaves your lips, quickly turning into a moan when the wax drips onto your tired legs, Noah instantly setting the candle down and massaging it into your skin.

“Pheromone massage candles,” he answered your unasked question.

“Four. I usually go by King during these scenes but since this is new for you I don’t want you to feel detached from me so call me Noah until you feel comfortable, okay?,”

“Y-yes,” your eyes cross slightly while his thumbs work into the sore soles of your feet. This was helping so much and just from this simple interaction, your core is buzzing already.

“Five. If you need to stop or directions are not okay or unclear- speak up. I’m going to need you to pick a safeword for me,”

You squirm on the couch, becoming putty in his hands as they move from your feet to your calves and now your thighs.

“Kingdom,” you answer with ease, if he goes by King might as well make it coordinate right?

“Good one,” he plants a kiss by your knee, “Rule six, no negative self talk or thoughts. I may degrade you but I will always follow it up with praise. You are loved and cared about, you understand me?,”

“I understand,” you nod.

“Seven. Have fun and let go. We are here together so remember I will always catch you,”

With his last rule he spreads your thighs, squeezing them to get a reaction out of you.

“Do you have any rules for me?,” eyes dark yet caring in the red glow.

“Don’t hold back,” an embarrassing whimper escapes, “I know I’m a rookie but I can take it and I know you’ll take care of me just…,”

Your hands grab his, holding them tight so he knows how bad you need this.

“Just don’t hold back. I need it, I know I’m safe so I just need you to hurt me, I need you to help me turn my brain off and surrender myself to you,”

Your words from earlier echoed in Noah’s head and he thought they were a crock of shit.

I’m not exactly what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive

Bullshit. You were perfect.

He wipes his hands on a towel that he kept on the table with the candle, setting it and the candle back in their original spot when he was finished.

His hands are now sheltering your face because he can see your mind is still running a million miles a minute.

“What do you need from me right now?,”

You were embarrassed to say it.

“What were rules 2 and 7, Sugar?,” his voice pulled you from your own thoughts.

“To not be shy and to let go,”

He nodded in understanding, “So why are you breaking my rules and overthinking?,”

God, he was so good at this. The twinge of disappointment in his tone had your heart aching, you wanted to be good.

“Can.. c-can you smack me?,” your voice was barely a whisper and you knew he wouldn’t let that slide.

“Speak up, baby. Closed mouths don’t get fed,” his thumbs were rubbing such comforting circles on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but oblige.

“I need you to smack me,” it wasn’t a plea, it was a declaration.

Noah just reads your face. Studying your expression to see if there’s any doubt, any hesitation. He stands you up and then he leans in to kiss you with a sort of need that you’ve never been kissed with before. You two are breathing heavily in between and you can barely keep up. Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, just wanting him to consume you.

He pulls away but before you can protest, you feel the searing heat of his open palm meeting your cheek. A gasp of surprise comes from you and yet again you’re left with no time to react when he does it again.

“Fuck,” you mewl, “More,”

He answers your demand with a little more power behind this one, the pain feeling so good you almost fall to your knees but luckily, he held you upright.

“Turn it off,” he says through clenched teeth, smacking you once more. If you were naked you know for a fact you’d be dripping down your legs, “Turn it off, Sugar. I see you trying,”

Hand on your neck, he’s pushing you backward and each step is another slap until he pins you to the wall, you can feel your eyes burn as the tears of desire being to rise.

You need this so bad.

“I said. Turn,” a harder slap, “It. Off!!,” with one more smack, you’re practically howling at how exceptional it felt, eyes closed as you welcome the sting that lingered on your flesh, feeling the heat running down to your neck and up to your temples.

Your head feels like you’re in limbo and when you open your eyes, he can see the change in yours and you can see the change in his.

You’re both in your designated positions. He has his hands on the wheel now. Your brain was off and the part of you that needed to be taken care of has entered the chat, the stressed version was locked away in a dark cell of your mind and would stay there until it was time to let her out.

“There she goes,” his hand soothed your cheek and you were liquid in his hands

“Thank you,” doe eyes shining up at him, he feels so proud of himself.

“Oh baby, it’s my pleasure,” he cooed, “Can you be good and undress for me?,”

“Can you help?,” your body was feeling fuzzy, like you had a few shots and were floating now. You felt like if you tried to undress yourself you’d topple over.

“Of course,” he felt gratified to be asked.

One article of clothing at a time until you were bare in front of him, pinned against the crimson paint on the wall.

“How are we doing? You okay?,” a kiss planted to your neck, his large hands running up and down your body had you sighing in content.

“On cloud nine,” you answer dreamily. You were in a daze, this room felt like your own amusement park now.

A room you once weren’t allowed in because this is his sanctuary. How many others were close to being brought here? How many others did he put in a hypnotic state?

“Put her away,” his gruff voice echoed in your ears, “She doesn’t get to come back. Lock it away,”

He could tell through your body language that you were starting to overthink again.

“Do we need to stop?,”

“No,” rearing back to look him in his eyes so he can see how bad you truly need and want this, “No. It’s turned off,”

“That’s what I need to hear,”

He brings you back over to the couch you were on a few minutes ago but this time he’s sitting on the cushion and he’s positioning you over his lap.

“Think you can handle a few spanks?,”

“Uh huh!,” excitement coursing through your veins, body jolting when you feel his lips press against the supple flesh that he was soon about to tenderize.

But first, he had to feel you. He has to feel your wetness coat his fingers. So his fingers trace figures on the back of your thighs and you’re jutting your ass up to get him to touch you, he delivers a light smack as a warning.

“Patience,” is all he speaks. Slowly but surely, his middle finger swipes your clit and lightly presses into your entrance.

He pulls a long drawn out moan from you when he fully pushes his finger inside. A quiet growl emits from his chest and your toes are curling.

“Noah pleeeeaaase,” you grip his calves, eyes rolling at his slow movement of removing his finger and reinserting it.

“What do you need, Sugar?,” you could hear the smile in his tone. The way he was speaking to you and touching you just made the anxiety melt away.

“Wanna feel your fingers. Always wanted to feel your fingers,” you couldn’t help but be unapologetically honest. For years you’ve watched his hands and how he talks with them, how he uses them to hold multiple things at once, how he sucks on them when he gets ice cream or ranch on them.

But until now you’ve always buried your desires deep.

“Oh yeah?,” without a warning, he’s stretching you open and you’re bracing yourself against his thighs, spreading your legs as open as possible so you’re not falling off his lap.

“You feel so good, Sugar,” he affirms, “So wet for me, so fucking warm,”

His fingers were reaching so deep it was intoxicating, never having experienced anyone with fingers as long as his has you going cross eyed.

“Thank you, Noah!!!,” your walls pulsing around his middle and ring fingers while his free hand soothed your ass cheeks before taking a big strike against them, the sound of his palm meeting your flesh bouncing off the walls.

“You’re so welcome, baby,” he picks up the pace of his fingers and he can feel the way you’re trying to get friction on your clit.

“Nuh uh,” he spanks you once more, “Be good, take what I give you,”

“Please,” singing a beautiful tune, you just want to let go for him, you want to crumble in his lap, you want him to feel what he does to you.

“Please what?,” another strike on your ass and another curl of his fingers inside you.

“W-wanna cum for you,”

“Is that right?,” there’s that teasing tone again, it makes you feel small but it only tightens the coil in your core. He moves his fingers with expertise inside of you and you think you’re about to orgasm strictly off of penetration which is rare for you. You almost always need clitoral stimulation.

“Please. Please. Wanna be good for you, wanna let go for you,”

You two have only just begun and you’re already a mess. You can hear the squelching, you can hear your heart thumping in your ears, you’re trembling.

You’re a fucking mess in his grasp.

“I think we should make your first one easy enough to earn,” he observed, positioning his knee right under your pelvis, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his fingers stroked the deepest depths of you.

“C‘mon, Sugar. Give it to me. Let it out,”

Your nails are digging into his calf and you’re drooling, rocking back into him but he didn’t mind this time, he’s enjoys seeing how desperate you are to cum, not just for yourself but for him.

You want to offer all you can to him. All of your emotions, all of your whimpers and cries, your mind, body and spirit.

“I’m gonna… can I cum, Noah? Please”

He gives a hum of approval and he can feel it, he watched your body swell with a deep breath and watched it deflate as you let out the most beautiful, guttural moan he’s ever heard.

His fingers halt their movements inside of you and he makes sure to rub your back to bring you back down.

“You’re okay,” a soft murmur leaves his lips while he slowly removes his fingers from your soaked hole, sitting you up and repositioning you in his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Be good and open for me,”

You follow his directions and bask in the glory of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, making you taste yourself. You collect your flavor but before you can close your mouth and swallow it down, he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth to taste you.

Your eyes instantly roll in the back of your head, relishing the taste of his mouth sharing the taste of you.

“Need you,” you pull away, hands cupping his face as if he’s made of glass, “Always needed you,”

His gaze softens for a moment, letting you know that ‘regular’ Noah hears you, that it’s not just his persona hearing those words.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he purred, “You have me, Sugar. Just as I have you,”

With ease, he lifts you up and walks with you to the cupboards.

“Pick a toy, a gag and a restraint and come to the bed when you’ve made your decision,” a kiss is given to your temple and he walks away, leaving you to make your choices without any pressure. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and makes his way to the bed.

He has so many trinkets to choose from. He just stock piled all of this stuff until he found the one? He really is a stickler for this kind of thing.

After some careful self-deliberation, you grabbed your chosen items and made your way over to him. Noah sat patiently within the doorway of the cage-like bed.

“I chose these,” you offer them to him and he gave an intrigued ‘hmph’

A rose, a silicone bar gag and wrist-to-thigh cuffs.

“Good choices, baby” standing up and kissing your forehead, he moves out of the way so you can see the bed. Silk red sheets, chains hanging from the bars, and the sheer canopy keeping secrets in with just a glimpse of what was to come.

“Climb up,” he pats your ass and you do just that, at a leisure pace so he can get a good view of you from behind. When you sit flat, you see him entering and closing the door behind him.

This feels much more intimate than just any ole bedroom. The lighting, the enclosed space, all of it made you feel closer to Noah.

“Before we start, take a drink for me,”

“But I’m okay,”

“Did I ask that?,” he tilts his head, eyes squinting as if to tell you ‘watch it.’

“I’m sorry,”

He cracks open the bottle and holds it to your lips, giving you a knowing look as if to say ‘I told you so’ when you drink down half the bottle.

When you’re finish he sets it to the side and hovers over you until you’re laying back on your elbows, eyes not leaving his.

“How are we doing? You still okay?,”

“I’m perfect, Noah,” a tender smirk made its way into your face, “I know I’m safe,” you assure.

“Are you okay? I know this kind of thing takes time, just don’t want you to feel pressured,” you inquire.

“There you go overthinking,” he kisses your neck, “For you, it’s easy to turn on. You never took notice to how I always took control? No matter what we did?,”

He’s got a point. Any time you two went out grocery shopping because you were anxious and didn’t want to go alone, he hooked his arm with yours, took your list and did all the shopping. Any time you two went out to the movies, he’s picking your snacks and drinks and doing all the talking. A hand on the small of your back each time you two were out, always helping you zip up your dresses or fastening your necklaces.

It was subtle, but it was always there.

“I was made for you. I was made to take care of you,” he continues his trail of kisses, planting them wherever he pleases, “And you let me. Which means you were always mine,”

A relaxed sigh is released at his words. He’s right and you know it.

“So, knowing this. I’m more than okay and am filled with joy of knowing that I get to break you and put you back together again, over and over,”

Bucking your hips up wasn’t a good idea, considering he pinned them down and got your restraints ready.

“I need this. Noah, please I need you” a shameful cry bounces off the bars of the enclosure you found yourself in.

“I know,” he growled, fastening your hands into the cuffs and attaching the other bands to each thigh. With your hands tied to your thighs now, you wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“You need me to wreck you. To hurt you so that the stressors of your everyday light aren’t plaguing your brain for once,”

He squeezes your cheeks so your lips are parted and lifts your head up to move your hair out of the way so he can tighten the gag.

You looked so beautiful like this.

“I’m here to give you just that,” he grabs the rose, “I don’t care how many orgasms it takes. I’m going to reduce you to nothing and fill you back up with worth again. I will end you and resuscitate you over and over again until you’ve had enough. Is that understood?,”

“Yeth,” you slur around the gag.

“Good,” on his knees, between your legs, he turns the rose on and the low hum fills the space, he leans forward to spit on your nipples before placing the opening of the toy over your harden buds, your back swiftly arching off the bed with a moan around the silicone.

He’s at this for a while, just teasing your nipples, biting at your jawline, groaning in your ear until you’re leaking onto the silk sheets.

You’re begging around the gag but he just teasingly looks at you as if he can’t understand you. But he knows. He knows where you need him.

“It’s a lot, are you sure you can handle it on your clit?,” he smirks so devilishly it’s almost scary. But the twinge of fear makes you ache.

“Mmhmm mmhm!,” already drooling around the bar, you nod feverishly, just wanting to feel something, no, needing to feel something.

You get what you desire when he sits back up on his heels to spread your legs even wider to get a perfect view of your swollen clit, glistening as your arousal is painted all over your core.

When he finally attaches the toy to your clit, your toes are curling, your eyes are rolling and your back is arching.

Maybe you weren’t ready for this, maybe you should have gotten a wand or something.

“Relax,” he says simply, using his own legs to pin yours down.

“Breathe, Sugar. Just breathe. Look at me,” he sees the way your eyes are swimming with tears and it brings him satisfaction, especially when your chest is trembling from him keeping the buzzing toy on your sensitive bundle.

“It’s a lot, I know but I wouldn’t give you more than you could handle,”

He slowly inhaled with you, guiding you to calm you down but it was just too much, so much that you’re already cumming and groaning behind the gag which causes Noah to darkly chuckle.

But he keeps it there. He keeps the rose there and you’re convulsing under him when he sinks his fingers into your messy core.

“That was pathetic,” he looked into your eyes, “And you didn’t even ask,”

He got so much amusement out of your whimpers, how the hell were you supposed to ask with a gag in your mouth?! But maybe that’s the point? It’s a set up for him to milk you as a form of torture.

It was sadistic but, you were the masochist after all.

“You’re so creamy,” he said in a daze, absolutely obsessed with the way you’re painting his fingers, your walls pulsing around his appendages as if they’re trying to draw them in and keep them there.

“Noaaaaaaahh!!,” your cries muffled, your face so wet from the tears and the spit but Noah finds it beautiful, if he could, he’d paint how you looked right now and frame it, get it tattooed even.

“You can do it. You asked for this, remember?” His eyes rolled at the feeling of his fingers deep inside, drenched in your offering, his tattoos glistening, catching his eye in the ruby lighting. He just wanted to be bottomed out in you already.

You’re calling for him from around the gag, breasts shaking as you’re overcome with yet another blinding climax. Your nails dig into your thighs, just wanting to dig them into Noah’s instead and pull him toward you. You wanted him, you craved him.

“Sshhhh. You’re okay, Sugar. You’re doing so well for me,” he picked himself up off your legs and grabbed a rag to wipe the spit that dribbled down your chin, “I’m gonna turn you over, need you to give me one more before you have me. One more and we can take the cuffs and gag off okay?,”

Sitting you up, his hand supporting the back of your head as he checks over you, making sure you’re okay.

“Do you need anything? A break, water?,” he breaks character for a moment

With a verbal “Nuh uh” behind the bar, you let him position you like a Barbie, letting him move your legs, manually arching your back and propping a pillow under your head so you were comfy and could breathe.

You feel him leave open mouthed kisses on your ass, biting the pillowy skin just to hear you hum in delight.

“Can’t wait to give you what you want,” Noah positions himself under you so he can stare right up at your leaking heat, no matter the angle, it was a mesmerizing sight to see, “But first, I just need to taste you.”

He exasperated in desperation before using his hands to grab your ass, bringing you down and lifting his head to feast.

Your fists are clenching in your restraint and your moans are flowing from your chest like a river. His tongue worked your overstimulated clit, suckling and licking. He ate as if you were the finest delicacy, trying to savor but also consuming you with greed.

Your body just responded to him without a fight, you were his puppet and he pulled the strings but you happily danced for him, giving him what he wanted. Yet again you feel his fingers push into you, you’d never get enough of his fingers, he knew how to use them and he knew how to use you. You were a howling mess against the pillow when you feel your next orgasm approaching. How did he expect you to stay up like this? Your legs felt like jelly and you were falling a part.

“You can do it, baby. I feel it. You’re almost there,” he murmured against your pussy, “One more and you can have what you want but you gotta show me you want it,”

Oh God did you want it, and bad! Your head felt fuzzy, your body was playing tug of war, fighting between it being too much versus you wanting it.

You gave in. Pussy pulsing, chest burning from hyperventilating and muscles aching. Despite it all, you’re cumming for him again, giving into your deep craving to just be his doll.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he cheers, drinking you in. He pulls himself away to position you on your back, quickly working to remove your restraints and gag.

“Sit up for me, Sugar,”

Your head lulling to the side, both of you giggling about it. He has you drink some more water and cleans your face with the towel again.

“I’m ready,” it was a simple whisper, “Show me what I’ve been missing. Please, King,”

The title takes Noah by surprise. He thought it would take a few sessions to get you fully under his spell but, you truly were for him. You were ready to bow to him, to fulfill every quest he bestowed upon you.

It kind of pulled at his heart strings. Whenever he was out in the scene he only cared about showing the subs a good time, a time for him and them to release and never see each other again. But this, this was euphoria.

“Lie down for me,” he hums, taking off his lounge wear and boxers so he’s bare just like you are.

He was a beautiful man to begin with but to see him like this in all his glory? It had you feeling like royalty. Others got to see him, yes, but you… only you get to see him.

He makes sure you’re comfortable before he inches forward, the tip nudging your clit and he grabbed your hands when you flinched away at the contact, lacing his fingers between yours.

“Don’t run away from me,” his lips were so plump, glistening with his spit and you just know they still taste like you.

“Call it before I ruin you,” he gave you one more chance.

“Do it” it wasn’t a teasing phrase. You wanted it. You have yearned long enough and now your wish is his command. His pins your clasped hand to the bed and takes your free hand, guiding it to his cock.

“Take it,” he ordered.

He was a perfect mix of girth and length, a mouth water red tip that shines with precum, two prominent veins, yeah- he was going to destroy you.

You couldn’t help but stroke him, watching the way his mouth hung open and his eyes closed gently, this is the face of a King all right. Scooting closer to him, not wanting to leave any space, you slapped his tip against your own clit, the breath of both of you hitching in tandem. The noises that emitted from between the two of you, while you rubbing him against your entrance, were sinful.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting. Show me how bad you need me,” he growls, hiking both of your legs around his waist.

You guide him into you slowly, the eyes of both of you going wide, rejoicing in the way he fit in you like a missing puzzle piece, filling you up to make you whole.

“Fuck!,” choking on your own spit, the heels of your feet pulled him in so he could bottom out. You needed to catch your breath because you know once he gets started, you’ll lose it again. He drew in a shaky breath, bewitched by how good you feel.

“Give it to me,” you squeeze his hand, “Make me yours. I want to be yours. Ple- Oooooh fuck!!,”

His hips drew back and snapped into you, cutting you off as the pleasure drowns you. He kept the stacattoed pace, just taking in your expressions.

But then he saw the way you looked at him, it was a look of complete surrender, a look that says “I love you, I trust you”

It was a look to tell him to let go.

So, he used his free hand to take your thigh and press it back so your knee was almost touching your chest. This wasn’t Noah, the King was here and he was going to show you exactly why he was given that title.

You’re pinned beneath him from all angles and it’s overwhelming. His chain dangling in your face with each thrust, his voice smooth like suede as he talks you through it.

“Just like that, pretty girl. Take what I give you,”

Your moans slipped out like a hot knife to butter, he was fucking you through the mattress, bodies tangled and noises echoing through the room, he was making you melt.

“S-so fucking good!!,” the tears were spilling from your eyes and he just kissed them away without missing a beat.

“I know, Sugar,” he bows his head into your neck to leave a trail of bites, sinking his teeth into your dewy skin, your cries of surprise being music to his ears. You welcomed the pain of his biting, he had beautiful teeth and you always wondered what it would feel like for him to bite you. You don’t care if any marks are left. You’re his, he can leave marks for you to brandish all he wants.

“I’m so proud of you,” he grunted into your ear, “Coming to me all vulnerable, wanting me to take care of you and now you’re taking it like the good little slut you always wanted to be,”

“Please!,” your free hand tangles in his hair, your other makes crescent shaped dents in the back of his hand that held yours, “Please, fuck! Don’t stop!,”

Noah lifts his head to see the spaced out look in your eyes, half lidded and dick drunk. He never thought he’d see you like this.

“Please what? Use your words,” he pulls back from you to watch the look of despair on your face when he slows down.

Your words are caught in your throat, finding it hard to make a coherent sentence.

“Please, what, Sugar? Don’t make me ask again” He lets your leg go to grab the bar of the caged bed above your head, preparing to pick up his pace when you admit what you need.

“W-wanna cum around your cock,” it was a strong wail, one of pure carnal desire.

“You need it that bad?,” he teases.

“King, please. I need it so bad!!,”

The wind is knocked out of you as he sets his pace, rolling his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against every sensitive spot within you, causing you both to be vocal. A harmony unmatched. His whimpers fueling you to make it to the finish line. He wasn’t ashamed of the noises he made, especially because he saw how they impacted you.

He let go of your hand and smacked you just like he did earlier, eyes rolling once again as the heat only adds to the pleasure.

“More, please, please, please!!,”

“Such a dirty fucking slut. Getting off to her King slapping her around like a rag doll,” he smacked you again, earning another loud cry from you, he could feel just how much you love it, he can feel it when you clench around him each time his hand meets your cheek.

“Yes, yes,” your eyes never left his, not shying away.

“You like it when it hurts?,” another slap delivered, “You like it when it hurts knowing I’ll make it all better?,”

“Fuck!,” the tears just keep spilling but he knows they’re tears of release, of pleasure, they’re tears for him. Another offering to the King.

“I’m gonna make it all better, Sugar. Just keep being good and taking it, okay?,”

“Y-yes,”

He grabs your cheeks, squishing them together again so his tongue can slide in your mouth effortlessly. Teeth clashing, spit being swapped, the energy between you two was potent, a potion that you’d keep coming back for, drinking it down without being asked.

“I wanna cum for you,” biting his bottom lip, you pull back with a fucked out smirk on your face, “I wanna make a mess. I wanna show you that I’m worthy,”

“I already know that you are, baby,” his thumb tracing small circles onto your clit, his other releasing the bar and coming to wrap around your neck, “I know you’re my pretty little slut who will do anything to stay in my good graces,”

When his hand began to squeeze at your neck you were done for. Your moans came out in tremors, you were clutching onto him in anywhere you can. You groan at the loss of contact on your clit until his thumb is replaced with the same toy he wrecked you with earlier.

“You’re gonna take this toy from me. You’re going to be a good girl for your King and make yourself cum on my cock. You hear me?,” his voice was dangerously low now, letting you know there was no negotiation.

With a shaking hand you snake your hand between the two of you, grabbing the bulbous toy from him and holding it against yourself despite your body telling you to pull away.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he assures, a soft kiss placed on your lips, “Just focus on me. I’m right here,”

He was so close now. One hand on your throat and the other holding the back of your head, pressing your foreheads together.

“My King,” you gasp, chest heaving as you feel yourself ready to fall off the edge.

“I’m gonna catch you. I’m always going to catch you, baby,”

Your eyes stared deeply into his and you just sobbed, needing this more than anything and you just cried. Getting fucked within an inch of your life so good you’re crying was not something you expected to happen considering your past endeavors with men who only cared about getting their own rocks off.

“I know. I know,” he’s still driving his hips deep into you and you’re circling the toy lightly on your swollen, cum soaked bud, you were almost there.

“Give it to me, Sugar. Give me what you owe me,”

And that was all she wrote.

With one deep gasp to fill your lungs he delivers a strong thrust, your fingers trembling around the toy so hard you accidentally turned it up to the next level and you were done for.

You practically screamed as Noah siphoned your orgasm out of you. You were shuddering beneath him as he kept thrusting, still talking you through it.

“You’re okay. You did so good for me, I’m right here. Fuck!”

With one last searing kiss, Noah is stilling his movements, emptying himself inside of you, both of you practically giving each other mouth to mouth CPR as you try to catch your breath. His head has fallen in the crook of your neck and your eyes are fighting to stay open.

“You can come back down now. Come back to me,” he mutters.

You slowly regain all your senses back. Taking in your surroundings and what just happened. As everything hits you, your cries echo in the room.

“Hey,” Noah is quick to sit both of you up and set you in his lap, “What’s going on in that head of yours?,”

Swallowing your cries and wiping your eyes you search for him, eyes connecting, the same beautiful brown eyes you could point out in any crowd.

“Thank you,” is all you say, “I needed that. More than you know,”

He smiles in relief, worried that the scene had somehow upset you.

“We got to get you cleaned up. We’ve got some aftercare to do and some things to talk about,”

Once both of you were all bathed, Noah took the time to moisturize your skin, apply soothing lotion to your ass and even being gentle in doing your skincare routine for you.

Once he has you curled up in his bed, he went to go clean the other room and brought back some snacks and water with electrolyte packets.

He takes it upon himself to feed you all while affirming how good you were. That you’re loved and cared for, not wanting to leave any room for doubt to sneak in.

“You okay to talk?,” he questions.

You sit up against the headboard, worried about what this talk can pertain to.

“I see the cogs turning, relax,” he soothes, “If you want this like I want this we need to talk,”

“I want this,” you answer definitively. He can’t help but laugh at your excitement.

“I know it’s a little too late to say that I don’t want to rush into things but, I’d like to rewind a bit and start at square one,”

“And that is?,”

“A date,” he answers simply. Sure you’ve gone on friend dates all the time but this is different, this is serious, “I want to build it from the ground up. I know we’ve been friends for ages and have built trust but this is different and I want to build a stronger foundation because I want this to work,”

You take in his words, listening as he goes over his requests and needs for the relationship. You gave him your own list of demands and found yourselves giddy at the fact that yes, you two are a living cliche.

But who cares?

It was you and Noah against the world now.

Til Kingdom Come.

This idea was burning in my head for ages and I had to write it!!

Please be sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed, thank you for your support!! 🥹

~Berry 🫐

tags: @lma1986 @thisbicc @theroyaldixon @whatitsdecending

[flowery-mess]

uh oh

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / alcohol / protected sex / friends with benefits / let me know if anything else should be taged!

Words: 3,7k

frat boy Noah masterlist

Author's note: I fell in love with frat boy Noah while writing this, so feel free to elaborate or send thots, I'll maybe make this a 'thing', maybe series? What do you think?

Inspired by this song:

feel your eyes watchin' me, so I'm movin' on him just so you can see, told you I was gonna get you right back, oh, you don't really like that? ✨

You and Noah met at sociology class you both had to attend in junior year at college. Your majors not similar at all, his being economics and finance and your neuropsychology. You never had the same classes until now, so he was just another one of pretty school boys for you. You never paid much attention to him as you were actually interested in topics your professor talked about in classes, but you couldn’t say the same about Noah. You caught his eye the first week of when he entered the big study room and you were the first one there, working on your neurology project with headphones on. When you noticed movement around you and lifted your head, Noah only gave you a small nod and sat few rows behind you. That was your first encounter.

Your second encounter was when you were at the opening party at a frat house. You liked going out, having fun time and drinks with your friends. You usually let them pick the place or party you’re going to be attending, so you didn’t have a clue where you’d end up that night. You had pre drinks at your shared dorm with your two best friends, picking outfits and doing each other’s makeup. You ended up wearing black leather skirt that ended just above your knees, basic black top and matching leather jacket over your shoulders. That was bold outfit for you, so you decided for some natural makeup look with red lips. You felt good that night, the alcohol in your system helping your confidence.

When you entered the frat house the party was already on, music on full volume and people all over the place. You found some of your classmates and had shots with them, then settled on the big red couch in the living room to play some stupid game that involved alcohol.

After while your friends were too occupied either with kissing boys or chugging vodka down their throats, so you went to find kitchen to have some water for a change.

“Wouldn’t think of you as a party girl.” you heard deep male voice behind you, but didn’t know if he was talking to you. When you looked around and saw only few younger boys chatting in the corner about god knows what, you turned around to see the pretty tatted boy looking at you.

“Why not?” you asked.

“You look like someone who spends their Friday night studying at home. You always have book in front of you at school.” Noah answered your question with a teasing smile.

“Well, that’s so I can have fun on a Friday night instead of reading books.” you crossed your arms over your chest, not knowing where this small talk will get you.

“Smart and funny, I like that.” he said, taking small steps towards you.

“So, you’re part of the fraternity then?”

“Why would you think that?”

“You look like someone who spends their Friday night partying and having one night stands.” you shot back.

“You’re almost right. I am in this fraternity, I like partying on Friday nights,” he slowly walked in your direction, making you walk backwards until your back hit the counter and he caged you in with his arms on your sides, “but I don’t do one night stands.”

You felt his breath on your cheek, as he leaned closer to your face.

“Oh, sorry for making assumptions then.” you said just a bit louder than whisper.

You didn’t do one night stands either, but you blamed alcohol that night for ending with Noah between your legs, his tongue deep inside your pussy and your fingers in his dark hair. You had sex with him in a room you later found out wasn’t even his, he lived in an apartment 10 minutes away from the campus. The sex was great and you actually enjoyed talking with him after he got you finish for the second time that night.

Since then you said “Hi” to each other at every sociology class and at every party you both were. Leaving those parties together also became regular thing that grew into friends with benefits type of thing. You agreed on casual sex, without dates and feelings. You sometimes ordered food or watched movie, but never in a romantic way. And you liked it that way.

Until Noah started flirting with other girls at parties. You weren’t jealous, because it was always you who was screaming his name later, but you didn’t like the uneasy feeling in your tummy everytime you saw a girl touch his bicep or him to lean down to the girls ear so she could hear what he was saying.

You liked what you two had and didn’t want to lose it. So you talked to him about it one night, which lead to an argument instead of sex and orgasms. He told you that it’s just harmless flirting and if you’re jealous that means you caught feelings for him and that he doesn’t want that. You tried to tell him it’s not like that, that you just don’t want to continue this thing between you if he wants to have sex with other girls and that you would understand if he would want to end it, but he didn’t listen. You didn’t talk to each other for three weeks and he made sure you saw every single one of his flirt attempts at parties.

So you decided to do the same tonight. You went for short black dress with deep V neck that made your boobs look amazing. The dress probably made the trick as you found yourself talking with a guy from the same fraternity Noah was part of. You were leaning against the wall in their living room as he hovered over you. You didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying, you were watching Noah with red haired girl at the couch. When your eyes met you saw something in Noah’s eyes that you haven’t seen there before. Jealousy? Anger? His eyes were dark and he was staring at you.

The boy who’s name you forgot like ten seconds after he told you, started touching your hips and leaning towards you too much for you liking, so you excused yourself and went for the bathroom.

“What the hell was that?” you heard Noah’s voice when you opened the bathroom door and he was leaning against the wall opposite you.

“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrow at him.

“What kind of show was that supposed to be?” he was angry, you could hear it in his voice.

“A show? You mean the same show you’ve been doing the past three weeks? It’s not so nice from the other side, is it?”

He didn’t want to hear another word, so he pushed you back into the tiny bathroom.

I’m yours again when you walk away, you know if you leave, I ain't gonna stay, when I'm doin' good, you get me off track, and I guess I kinda like that. ✨

“Come to my place with me?” Noah said between kisses and lifted you so you sat next to the sink.

He was jealous, but wouldn’t admit it. But you felt it in the way he was kissing you, his tongue fighting for dominance and his hands in your hair, pulling at them every once in a while.

“Say you’re sorry Noah.” you said breathlessly, leaning back from him until your back touched the cold mirror behind you.

“Sorry for what?” he had your lipstick all over his lips and chin, he looked hot like that, marked.

“Noah.” you knew he knew what you were asking from him, but he was too proud to say it.

“Come to my place with me and let me show you how sorry I am?” he asked you, already kneeling in front of you. He knew what your weakness is, so how could you say no to him when he was already pulling your panties to the side.

you make me really, really good at makin' bad decisions, all my friends know where to look every time I go missin', seven texts and two missed calls, know I can't ignore 'em all, said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine, i lied. ✨

You knew you should have said no, but you missed him. You missed his touch, his hands all over your body, his mouth on your skin and how good he could make you feel.

After your argument three weeks ago, your friends told you that you should stop seeing him, that what he started doing wasn’t acceptable and that you should know your worth, but he was just so addictive. So when your friends saw you two leave, you felt ashamed and tried to avoid their stare. You knew that you’ll find missed calls and unread messages on your phone in the morning, but you didn’t care at that moment. You just wanted, no, needed to feel Noah’s skin on yours again. You craved him, the satisfaction he was able to give you.

uh oh, I couldn't help myself, i'm almost at your house again, again, uh oh, I'm one foot in the door, my clothes are on your floor again, again. i get a little drunk and it's all I want, tomorrow I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb, uh oh, now we can just pretend, we won't do it again, again, again. ✨

The drive to Noah’s place was short, the taxi driver’s music loud enough for him not to hear all the dirty things Noah whispered in your ear.

“I hated Trevor’s hands on your body, only I can touch you.”

“I miss your mouth on my dick, you’re so good.”

“I’m gonna make you scream my name baby.”

He was selfish. He hated another man’s hands on you, yet he could touched dozen of other women. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to be strong enough to not get in the taxi with him and go back to Trevor who actually looked interested in you and maybe would take you out on a proper date.

Instead you left with Noah, knowing how it’s gonna go. You’re gonna have a great sex, fall asleep in his arms, sneak out in the morning and then feel like shit. You’re gonna listen to your friends about how you’re just hurting yourself and wasting time with him, them making you promise it was the last time, only to break that promise at the next party.

roll your eyes like you do, shoulda known it's always the same with you, tryin' not to feel our connection, but, oh my god, it's kinda temptin' ✨

In the elevator you walked Noah back until his body hit the wall and went for his neck. Leaving lipstick all over his skin, licking and biting his sensitive spots. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he closed them fully and left his mouth hanging open. Silent moans leaving his pink lips, until the elevator stopped at his floor.

you said, "Can we leave now?", i don't think we should, through the back door, that won't end good, how 'bout my place? shit, you know I would, then I'll follow you out, hope nobody looks. ✨

“Do you want a drink?” Noah asked you, really hoping your answer would be no so he could take you straight to his bed.

“Yes, wine is fine.” you said as you started taking off your coat, taking in the sight of familiar apartment you haven’t seen in weeks.

Noah took out two glasses and filled them with white wine, then handed one to you. You sipped on your drinks in quiet, you sitting at Noah’s kitchen counter and him standing next to the oven.

“Did you have sex with anyone in the last few weeks?” you managed to build the courage to ask him the question that was in the back of your mind for weeks.

“What?” he looked genuinely confused.

“You heard me.”

“No, the last time I had sex was with you.”

“Then why did you start flirting with all those girls in front of me, Noah?”

“It’s just for fun, you were the one I took home in the end.”

“It wasn’t fun for me.”

“That’s why you did the same with Trevor tonight?”

“And you didn’t like it, or did you?”

“No.”

“We said no to sleeping with other people, I just felt like you wanted to and you flirting with all those girls made me feel uncomfortable. That’s all.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again if we go back to our thing.” his apology seemed genuine, so you nodded your head.

“Okay, but you can tell me if you want to stop and date someone, I’ll be fine with that.” you finished your wine at the same time Noah did. He took the glass from your hand and put them both in the sink. When he returned, he came much closer to you and put his hands on your thighs.

“I don’t want to date anyone, I told you that.” he rubbed his nose along your jaw, then he gently kissed your neck and you tilted your head back to give him more access.

He made sure to suck on your sensitive spots, he desperately needed to hear your moans.

you make me really, really good at makin' bad decisions, all my friends know where to look every time I go missin', seven texts and two missed calls, know I can't ignore 'em all, said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine, i lied. ✨

“Lay down.” he helped you lay down on the cold counter and then continued kissing you more. He went for your chest, kissing the top of your breaths that were close to spilling over the edge of your lacy bra.

He palmed your nipples through the fabric of your dress, smirking at the sound that came from your mouth.

Noah rolled your dress up to your waist and kissed your tummy until he reached the lacy panties you wore, matching your bra.

“Poor Trevor, bet he would love to see those too.” Noah teased you.

“Shut up Noah.” you lifted your hips to give him sign he should talk less and touch you more.

He took the hint and gladly slid the panties down your legs.

“Fuck I missed you.” he sighed at the view in front of him. You were laying down with legs spread open just for him. Your cheeks were pink and your chest was going up and down from the excitement.

Noah kneeled down so he’d face your core and put your legs over his shoulders so he could spread you open as much as he needed to.

He took his time, licking you from you entrance to your clit, tasting you like a starved man. His tongue explored you like it was for the first time, slowly and gently moving up and down.

“Oh Noah.” you let out a breathy moan only he could hear. He felt himself grow tighter in his pants, but he wanted to give you an apology before he’d fuck you senselessly.

He sucked on your clit, teasing your pussy with his long fingers. He spread you open with them and went to slowly fuck you with his tongue. His other hand made its way to your clit, collecting your wetness so he could gently rub small circles where you wanted it the most.

“Noah, I’m-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence when you felt the start of your orgasm in your lower tummy. Noah had to put more pressure on your hips to hold you down, but continued with his moves until he felt your legs shake and your breath stop for a second. You squeezed his head with your thighs and let out the sexiest sounds out of your mouth.

After he was sure he licked you clean, he took you in his arms and started walking in the direction of his bedroom.

He laid you down in his bed and connected your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips, that alone made you want him more.

You helped him out of his clothes until he was only in his underwear and you pushed him down so he was laying under you. You straddled his lap, enjoying the view for a moment. He was looking at you with eyes full of lust, his hair messily laying around his head. He was waiting for you next move, letting you take control for now.

You took your dress and bra off at the same time and Noah immediately went to touch your boobs. He squeezed them and started playing with your nipples. Your head fell back and your hips moved involuntary.

The wetness from your core already making wet spot on Noah’s underwear, but both of you couldn’t care less.

You shifted your weight to one of your legs and shimmied Noah’s underwear down his legs. His dick fell back against his stomach, hard and swollen, waiting for you to take him.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and he gripped your hips as an reaction. You stroked him few times, collecting the pre cum and enjoyed the state Noah was in. He had his eyes closed in a bliss, gripping your hips like his life depended on it.

“Fuck me, please.” he groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last long if you’d keep stroking him.

You reached into his drawer and took a condom out. You took your time putting it on, teasing Noah along the way.

You took Noah’s dick in your hand and collected your wetness with it, then gently slid down his whole length.

You both made unnatural sounds and you sat still for a moment, enjoying the fullness and stretch he was giving you.

When you started moving your hips, Noah reached for your right hand and intertwined your fingers, giving you his hand for balance. Your eyes were closed and mouth open, as you were riding his dick in slow motions.

“That’s it, god yes!” Noah encouraged you to keep going with his words, squeezing your fingers when it felt particularly good. “Touch yourself baby.” he told you, and you did as you were told.

You didn’t pay much attention to the word baby, as it was something he went for regularly. Instead you paid attention to your fingers touching your clit, feeling another orgasm closer and closer.

Noah felt you squeeze him and he knew you were close, he wanted you to have one more orgasm before he finished, so he encouraged you with his words. “Come on, cum on my dick. That’s it, you can let go.” as if it was the last thing you needed for actually letting go, the orgasm took over you and you fell to Noah’s chest.

He hold you, whispering gentle things in your ear as you tried to even your breath.

When he knew you were okay to continue, he started kissing your neck and gently lifted you from him and you felt him slide out of you, suddenly feeling empty. He switched your positions, you were now laying under him, ready for more.

“You good?” he asked you, wanting some kind of permission to continue.

“Mhm.” was all you could get out before attacking his lips with yours, pulling him down by his neck.

He lined himself at your entrance and slowly slid in. His head fell in the crook of your neck and you enjoyed feeling him inside you again.

His movements were slow at first, his hand slid around you throat and he put a bit of pressure on it, just like you liked it.

“You feel so good around my dick, fuck!” Noah managed to say between taking deep breaths. You felt so good and so loved at the moment. You knew there were no feelings, but the way Noah knew your body and where to touch you or what to say, that made you feel loved.

He went to kiss you, but instead you both left your mouth open and moaned into each other’s open lips as both of your orgasm started to build inside your bodies.

Noah’s rhythm became irregular and you felt his hand on your clit.

“Noah, fuck!” you breathed out when you felt the orgasm build inside you for the third time, more intensive than before.

You felt the Noah’s dick twitch inside you and you knew he was cuming, he grunted next to your ear in bliss.

Hearing him reach his high with his hand still on your clit pushed you over the edge and you came seconds after him.

He collapsed on top of you, staying inside you until his dick softened.

He moved you both so he was laying on his back and were laying on his chest, both of you still catching your breaths before you went to clean yourselves.

uh oh, I couldn't help myself, i'm almost at your house again, again, uh oh, I'm one foot in the door, my clothes are on your floor again, again. i get a little drunk and it's all I want, tomorrow I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb, uh oh, now we can just pretend, we won't do it again, again, again. ✨

After you took shower and changed into Noah’s t-shirt, you laid in his bed waiting for him to finish washing up.

You had toothbrush, make up remover and underwear at his place. He didn’t mind, he also didn’t mind you staying the night and then leaving his place before he woke up.

You enjoyed falling asleep next to him, sometimes you would talk until 2AM about anything, sometimes you would watch movie and sometimes you would fall asleep straight away.

You watched him dry off his body with white towel through his mirror, wondering if you would go back to hooking up every weekend after tonight or if something is going to change. You knew your friends will try to talk some sense into you tomorrow, but for now you just wanted to pretend like there is no tomorrow.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

[tikosblogg]

Why is the simple picture of the back of his head making me feel these feelings….😩💦🌊👄

Like just imagine….

• walking into the studio to check on him. You walk up behind him, and slide your hands down the front of his chest.

• He leans his head back to look up at you with a soft smile. His deep voice all tired and raspy…“I missed you.”

• You then lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips, that instantly turns heated.

• He pulls you around the chair, pulling you onto his lap.

• His hands go straight to your ass clad in just your panties and one of his shirts. He grips it hard, forcing your body even closer to his.

• After a few minutes of grinding and kissing, he finally stands up, turning you around.

• You moan as he roughly handles you. Bending down to softly nip at your neck before whispering. “Show me that pretty ass.”

• Before you can even register his words, he pushes your chest down to the table and spends the rest of the night showing you just how much he missed you.

[concretejunglefm]

I saw this post and got an idea from these pictures.

Imagine you travel to another city with your best friend, who was eager to see a band you have no idea about. 

While taking a quick detour to the venue, since you’re the type who likes to plan their journeys when exploring a new place, you cross paths with a guy in a grey hoodie struggling to unload boxes from a nearby truck. You're about to pass by when he loses his grip on one of the boxes and it plummets down the ramp, heading straight for you. 

He apologizes profusely, and you can’t resist making a joke about how you hope he has insurance because you’d be hearing from yours soon (ba dum tss). Thankfully, he laughs, and you manage to slip past telling such a terrible joke. You both continue chatting and laughing for a few minutes, and you even offer to help him until a group of guys emerge from the venue and mock him for pulling a stranger into helping because he was struggling. 

After a brief goodbye, you continue on with your day.

Hours later, as you're passing back by the venue, you notice that the merch stand is up. Although not open for selling, you decide to sneak a peek at the merch. Even though you aren’t familiar with the band, you can never resist collecting a good concert tee.

To your surprise, the same guy from earlier is standing there, this time wearing a black face mask and hoodie. You almost don’t recognize him until he catches sight of you and raises his hands, claiming his innocence and asserting that he’s already provided his information to your insurance. You can’t help but laugh at him still entertaining your silly joke from before. 

“Are you planning on coming to the concert?” he asks as you examine the shirt designs.

“Yeah, tomorrow night. My best friend is a huge fan.”

“And you?”

“Couldn’t say. I’ve never heard of them.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. I don’t think most people are familiar with them.”

“Should you really be saying that about the band you’re working for?”

“You’re right. I’ve heard the lead singer is quite the asshole when comes to that kind of stuff.”

“A real diva, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

After a few minutes of conversation, briefly discussing the band and some of the designs you find cool, you say goodbye once more, but not before he assures you that he’ll come and find you after the show tomorrow so you can share your thoughts with him.

As you walk away, you realize that you never even got his name. 

[badomensgoodomens]

BAD DECISIONS

CHAPTER ONE.

Noah Sebastian X reader

CW: sex and a ridiculously cringy argument. (p-in-v, shower sex, rough dirty talk)

credits to @emluvsuxo who proofread this chapter and did not tell me how absolutely cringy and shitty it is (xoxo) i promise the other two chapters I've written following this one are better academically, and storyline wise.

tag list at bottom of post.

READERS POV 

Noah currently had me sprawled out on his bed, his fingers pumping in and out. My head was thrown back with pleasure, but ultimately, I was in a different place. He pauses his movement, “you good?” he asks, gazing down at me. I nod, mumbling about how I had a rough day. 

We hooked up often, a stress reliever for both me and him. He wasn’t like other boys i’d fucked, he was slow, meaningful and very set on both ends receiving pleasure. However, I always wake up alone. I wasn’t beginning to care about that factor until now. 

When I woke up the next morning, half naked, I just laid there for a while. Why do I all of a sudden need this man for more than just sex. I mean he wasn’t ALL that.. With his uhm….. Fuck. 

I crave that man from the inside out.

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After a couple of hours of wallowing in delusion with my hands between my legs, I dragged myself out to the studio. I needed to work on a few pieces and get them shipped out. Art was a big passion of mine, it was a great stress reliever (alongside sex with the god himself; noah.) I was successfully channelling every emotion without taking it out on someone else, and turning it into art. Soft music played in the background as I spent hours focusing on every individual brush stroke, trying to perfect this specific piece. 

I ignored everything for a while, texts from my sister, from my mom, even from noah. I was antsy, and a little dizzy. I was losing daylight, this piece wasn’t even remotely done. I’d have to return to it tomorrow.

I close and lock the door to my studio, heading down the steep flight of stairs to the carpark. I knew Noah went to the gym around here, and prayed silently I wouldn't come across him. I was still incredibly contradicted. Did I really want more from him? 

The sun had set and I wasn't even half way home yet, clairo played softly over the radio. I was overwhelmed, not sure how to feel about noah. Fuck. Why is bags playing? 

Fuck  

Fuck 

Fuck 

Maybe I am in love with him? 

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NOAH'S POV 

I chuck my phone down onto my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. She hasn’t responded yet. Maybe she's given up on me. 

Fuck. I'm painfully hard and I need her soft skin against mine. I hadn’t told the boys about her, I didn't intend to ever date her, I don’t think. We were merely friends with benefits, I'm not ready for commitment. 

It isn’t like I don’t trust her or anything, I'm just scared, and hurt. Natasha fucked me up real bad, hence why we were strictly friends with benefits. No cheating, no trust issues, just meaningless sex. Even though, now when I smell her perfume, it makes me dizzy.   

My head was resting on my grey pillows as my hips stuttered, my right hand jerking up and down my cock. Soft groans spilled out of my mouth as my hips snapped up. I was seconds away from cumming when my phone rang, it was her, her contact photo illuminating my entire phone screen. And holy shit it made me cum. 

I had taken a photo of her, half naked, standing by the big windows in her bedroom. I’d just fucked her brains out, but she was more intrigued by the moon. I scramble to answer the phone, pulling my pants back up. 

“Hi?” her voice came through my phone speaker. 

“Hi, are you busy right now?” I asked, readjusting my pants. 

Her soft sigh fills my ears, and I almost moan. 

“I’m on my way home from the studio, shower sex sounds good enough for you?” 

I climb out of bed, mumbling a soft yes. 

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I pull up to her house at roughly 8pm, letting myself in. She's standing in the kitchen in a pair of paint covered track pants and a sports bra. 

“You’re covered in paint” I grin, watching as she eats a microwavable meal. She looks over herself, an embarrassed smile gracing her pretty face. I swear my pants tighten. 

“Right. Upstairs. Now.” I smirk, slipping off my shirt. 

She turns the shower on and hurries to get her clothes off, discarding her silly little lace thong. My hand reaches the back of her neck, pulling her soft lips against mine. It's a clash of teeth, kisses and moans. 

“Bend over” I growl, spitting on my fingers. She does as she's told, making a show of bending over in the spacious shower. My hand comes down harshly on her pretty ass. I gently trace my fingers over her clit, her breathing quickens.    

I lean my head down near her ear, nibbling on it, taking notice of the way her thighs squeeze together at the dirty things I'm whispering in her ear.

My fingers slip inside her tight pussy, pumping in and out. Her soft moans fill the room, blessing my ears. “Gonna make you cum, huh?” I groan, watching her clench down on my fingers. “Gonna make you cum with just my fingers, you dirty girl.” 

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I walk out of the shower, stretching my back. I slip my clothes back on, gathering my stuff to leave. She walks me out, wearing just a tshirt. I clear my throat, turning to face her. She looked up at me, her face littered with a post-orgasmic glow, but her eyes said something different. 

READERS POV

He pulls me in for a kiss, a magical one at that. I was enjoying it for a moment until I could taste a hint of hennessy. I pull away, feeling a mix of hurt. “So you just came here to fuck me because you were drunk?!” the words came out before i could even process them. Surprise washes over his face, “w-what?” he mutters, stepping back a little. I rub my hand over my face, why the fuck did i say that? 

This was going to go south real quick. 

“Am I no good?” 

His face is quizzical, his eyebrows raising. “What? Baby-”

“No. don’t call me that. Tell me, am I no good?” the words fell off my lips in a hurry. I felt sick to my stomach, I was head over heels with this man and I needed to know. 

“What the fuck are you talking about-” 

I cut him off. “Do you actually want to fuck me? Or am I just the only one willing?” I ask, crossing my arms over. My heart hurt. 

“I- we talked about this. We are strictly friends with benefits.” Noah responds, shuffling awkwardly back into the house, not wanting to give the neighbours a show. “You’re not even my fucking friend though! You won’t introduce me to your friends, you only come over for sex!" I yell, shutting the front door. Well yeah. That was the whole point of our relationship, but he could’ve at least been nice enough to. 

I watch him rub his hand over my face. His leg was bouncing up and down. 

“You caught feelings, didn’t you?” 

My stomach dropped, I mean I hadn't exactly been secretive, but it was still terrifying. 

“Why is that so wrong!!” I cried out, tugging at the roots of my hair. Was it because he was some rockstar? Was he just like… using me for my body?  Ironic isn’t it?

He sighs, sitting down on my grey couch. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen-” 

“Can I be yours?” the words spill out before i can stop myself, a desperate plea. The room is silent again. My hopes are not very high. 

“What-?” 

“Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours-" I fumble with my words, avoiding eye contact. It felt like I was being burned at the stake.

Panic sets over his face, I panic myself. 

“We talked about this- i- i can’t do that.” he answers, standing up. Shuffling towards the door. 

“You walk out those doors and you’ll never see me again-” the words were much harsher than intended, but I was at my wits end. Our relationship was boring, just sex and nothing else. That wasn’t what I wanted it to be. God, I felt like some trashy whore.

He faltered his movement slightly, but continued walking. 

The last thing he said to me was, 'I’m sorry.' Those words hung in the air, heavy and final, just before I turned away and never saw him again. It wasn’t just the apology that hit me—it was the weight behind it, the finality in his voice, as if it were the last thing he could offer, and it still wasn’t enough. My chest tightened, and a cold wave of nausea rose in my throat. It was as though his words, meant to bring closure, had instead unravelled something inside me, leaving me hollow and raw. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—just the echo of his voice and the bitter sting of what could never be fixed.

The door slammed shut, making the thin walls of the lifeless house shake. Bile rose in my throat, I ran up the creaky stairs, my voice a mixture of pained cries and gagging. 

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For days, I couldn’t stop hearing those words—his apology. It looped in my mind like a broken record, each repetition digging deeper. But as the days wore on, I started to realise something. Maybe the hardest part wasn't that he’d hurt me. It was that I was still holding on to the hurt, still letting it have power over me. I had to choose to let go.

authors note:

yes, I know I made this story out to be so much juicier and written so much better, just have some patience. I wrote this literally like 2 months ago and have increasingly gotten better.

Taglist: @lilcrazy011 @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard

let me know if you’d like to be added

credits: whoever made that divider ily. i swear it was @silent-stories do correct me if I'm wrong.

[dreaming-omens]

📸 - "smile, noah"

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Kiss me stupid, silly

Request made by @beautifullyalone23 : pleaseeeeee. Not sure how requests work but, what about a slow burn with Noah? Mutual friends, she's a bad ass with a heart of gold? Lots of sass ect. Idk im rambling. Anyways thank you for the much needed escape. It's keeping me going 💚

a/n Was a pleasure writing it. Hope you will enjoy it.🤍

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If God was a woman it had to be you. Cheesy and so fucking stupid but Noah was sure of it. He felt like a schoolboy all over again once the slight crush had started. He was awkward and so fucking shy but you would just slowly blink at him. Like a cat. A slow, unwavering, kind look. Not a hint of teasing. Not a hint of judgment. Even when his lisp got the best of him since he was nervous as fuck. You would just nod along, not even once pointing it out.

“Can I ask you something?”, Noah breathed out as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Shoot, star boy”, you mused, leaning against his car as you looked over the seashore. Noah was on the break. Quite literally. In all ways imaginable. On a breaking point. On the break from the only thing that had him going. “Why…”, he frowned slightly as if assessing his next words.

“Remember we have a rule of no questions that start with why”, you pointed out, turning to him slightly. It was a silly rule, one that was made during one of many 2 am conversations. “You stayed”, Noah states making you shake your head slightly, “What do you mean?”. You never really understood why he was so surprised that you kept in touch with him. He was an awesome guy to be around, a rare gem and you had told him that but he had never truly believed you it seemed. “With me at the beginning”, he adds turning to you but his eyes fall onto the sea once more, “Don’t look at me like that”, he grunts.

“Like what?”, you shrug, tugging the selves of his hoodie down your palms. “Like you’re both pissed and feeling sorry for me”, Noah huffs, brushing his hand over his face. It always killed you how little he believed in himself at times. “Noah, I admire you and you know that”, you reasoned with a shake of your head.

“But…”, he starts only to be met with you turning away from him and rounding your way to the other side of his car. “What are you doing?”, a slight panic shoots through him at the thought of you finally being fed up with him. “Nope, not having this, come on”, you urge him, slipping into his car.

“What are you doing, Y/n”, he asks once more, wanting to hear you say it. “It’s freezing Noah, you will catch a cold, come sit in the car”, you point for him to do the same, needing shelter from a late night wind that had set in.

He sits there for a moment. The silence suddenly suffocates. He could never explain why he loved your company so much. Now he could but he was chicken shit as Nick had graciously called him. Too afraid to admit that he hadn’t escaped the inevitable. He had feelings for you. “How’s your new project?”, Noah asks, choosing to change the topic. You were a part-time model the shoot you had signed up for had blown the internet. Noah had bought the magazine. Two. One was still in the wrapper. Not to mention that you agreeing to be a part of their new album prom shoots had been the biggest highlight for him.

“Don’t care about it”, you shrugged, making Noah instantly turn to you, “Wait I thought it was your dream to land that”, he asked, surprise written all over his face. “Don’t care about it 'cause I'm here with you now”, you muttered, leaning your head on the side of the car seat.

Noah quickly mirrored your actions. Letting his eyes fall over you. Just watching you watch him for a moment. “Jolly said that you were sent by Lord almighty to me”, he sighed, fingers absentmindedly reaching for your hand. Something he had tried to stop. But given up after you haven’t pulled away. After you had only gone and intertwined your fingers with his instead. “Hmm..”, you hummed, “I always liked Jolly, he’s a good egg”. And he was. Both a good person and a big part of what you and Noah had going on. You weren’t sure if Jolly had said the same to Noah but he had found you in one of the house parties. Sat you down before handing you a drink and pretty straightforwardly pointing out that you had a crush on his friend and Noah had a crush on you. “It’s like leading two blind mice”, he grunted. The memory making you chuckle slightly.

“What?”, Noah asks intently, trying to scramble for every piece of your mind. “I had this…”, you shake your head, letting another laugh slip and past your lips, “I had this insane crush on you when we first met, and gods Jolly called me out bad”.

You watch all emotions possible swim all over Noah’s face. From shock. To clear denial. To joy. To confusion. “No you didn’t”, he shakes his head firmly. “Oh, I did, down bad, boy”, you nod instead. “You don’t go for guys like me though”, Noah frowns. “Who said that?”, you roll your eyes. “Well your ex…”, he starts only for you to hit his shoulder slightly, “Is ex for a reason”, you tap at your temple.

He watched you, as if calculating your words, “Wait…”, he tilts his head to the side, “Past tense though, had a crush”. You can’t help but smile slightly. Leave it to Noah to catch something like this and cling to it.

“Yeah…”, you nod, watching his face fall, “It grew into something deeper”, you add with a shrug. He blinks. Blinks again before taking a deep breath in. “Yn”, Noah shakes his head, “Are you taking a piss out of me or are you for real cause…”, but you don’t let him finish. Both hands reach out to take first fulls of his black Bad Omens hoodie as you pull him in. Crashing your lips onto his. His hand finds the back of your head immediately. As if he too had been waiting for this. As if he too had been anticipating it. It feels as if you see colors as his lips move against yours. All the emotions finally have an outlet.

“Oh fuck…”, he breathes out as you both pull apart. “Wow”, you add, feeling dazed as you watch him. “Yeah”, Noah chuckles, “wow indeed, come here”, he brushes his thumb over your lips before leaning back in to brush his lips over yours. If only you could kick your feet like a schoolgirl, you would. “All this time I wanted to kiss you”, he sighs, cupping your cheek. “Make room”, you grunt, moving to climb over to the driver’s seat. “What are you…”, Noah starts, his hands instantly move to your hips to steady you. “Don’t you want to make out in the car?”, you ask, halting, just in case you read the room wrong. “Do you want to? Cause I… there’s no rush”, he’s quick to reassure you, you shoot him a look before squeezing on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Kiss me stupid, silly”, you mutter against his lips. “Your wish is my command”, he muses, his inked hand brushing over your neck before he grips your face ever so slightly, bringing you closer to him.

[kaliforniahigh]

As a follow up to "Noah and his good boy hair", we have "Noah and his bad boy hair"

Enjoy.....

[runningincircl3s]

Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 2 (and i gave up thinking of a title)

yeah so i'm going to HELL!!!!! part one is here and you can join the taglist here :)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, masturbation (f), fingering, guided masturbation, noah being a meanie, talking about oral (f), uh..?

You hadn’t meant to break down crying over a microwaveable mac and cheese.

But here you were, slumped on the kitchen floor, tears sliding down your cheeks as the timer beeped, and you realised you had left it in too long.

Your head was pounding, your phone was buzzing on the counter with another “can you take an extra shift?” text from work, your group chat still a mess of passive-aggressive messages, and the stress of an upcoming exam clinging to your chest like a weight. 

You wiped your cheeks with the sleeve of Noah’s hoodie, the one he’d let you leave with after that night to cover the hickeys he left on your skin, and now they were gone. And so was he.

You hated when he was away on tour. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and god, you missed him.

Your fingers reached for your phone on the counter, hesitating over his name in your contacts. It was late. He’d probably just finished a show. He was probably with the band, or even worse- groupies. Either way, you didn’t want to interrupt anything.

But before your mind could spiral any further, your thumb moved on its own.

You: Hey, are you busy?

It only took a few seconds for the typing bubble to appear.

Noah: Nah, just back in the van. You okay?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, crawling up onto the couch and curling up into a ball.

You: Not really..

Noah: Wanna talk about it?

You didn’t even know where to start. But you tried.

You: Family stuff. My friends are arguing. School’s stressful. Works even worse. I'm so stressed, I feel like I can’t breathe.

There was a pause, long enough that you thought maybe he was busy after all. Then your phone buzzed again.

Noah: I’m so sorry. That’s a lot. I hate being away when I know you're struggling, I wish I could be there to hug you right now.

Your heart clenched, and the tears came faster.

You: I wish you were here.

Noah: Me too. 

Noah: You want me to distract you? Or just want me to listen?

You: Maybe both.

You could almost picture him smiling gently on the other end of the country, shoes kicked off, head resting back against the van window.

Noah: Alright. So first, breathe. Then go get some water. I’ll wait.

You smiled faintly, dragging yourself up from the couch and back into the kitchen, following his instructions. When you came back, your phone was vibrating again.

Noah: Back yet?

You: Yep. Water acquired. 

Noah: Good. Now, honest question… 

Noah: When's the last time you had an orgasm?

Your jaw dropped. You stared at the message in disbelief, and then burst out laughing through the tears.

You: NOAH??

Noah: What? I’m serious! Stress release, babe. Helps me every time!

You: You’re so gross.

Noah: Hey, nothing gross about it at all, it’s scientifically proven!! But seriously. Have you?

Your fingers hovered.

You: I’ve tried a couple times since we… y’know… but it never works. I can never cum like you made me do before.

The typing bubble paused. Then came back.

Noah: Jesus. You can’t say shit like that when I’m in a van full of dudes.

You giggled, nose still stuffy, and wiped your face again.

You: Sorry.

Noah: Don’t be. Just… try again. Think about something that turns you on. Read something horny. Watch something dirty?

You hesitated.

You: I’ll try. But if it doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.

Noah: Deal. And if it doesn’t, I’ll help you when I get back. Promise.

Your heart fluttered, and you felt your cheeks heat up. It was oddly comforting. 

You: I miss you, Noah.

Noah: Miss you too, sweetheart. More than you know.

…

And so you tried.

Every night that week, you’d go to bed, slipping your hand into your underwear, trying to do everything you had found out about online- circles, the alphabet, up and down, side to side, but to no avail. You even thought about him, about the way his cock felt nestled inside you, how his lips had felt against yours, the rasp of his voice against your ear, the heat of his hands, but it just wasn’t the same.

You watched videos, even though most of them were disturbing, it made you feel weird or gross or like you’d clicked on the wrong side of the internet. You tried reading stories, playing scenes over in your mind, even listening to audios and imagining it was him guiding you. Still, nothing. Frustration built and built until you slammed your phone face-down on your mattress and gave up.

Finally, the next day you caved and texted Sophia. She’d always been so open about the topic of sex, self love and pleasure, so you hoped she’d be able to help. 

You: Hey so this is embarrassing. But like… I need some help.

It only took a minute before her response lit up your screen.

Sophia: You’re talking to the right girl. What’s up?

She showed up the next day with a small pink paper bag and a smirk like she was handing over a sacred relic.

“Your knight in shining silicone,” she said, dropping the bag in your lap. “If this doesn’t help then I don’t know what will.”

You waited until the house was asleep that night. Locked your door. Slipped into bed with nervous fingers. The toy was quiet, surprisingly sleek in your palm, if you didn't know what it was you could've mistaken it for a dogs chew toy. You took a breath and let your thoughts drift… And to no surprise you instantly found yourself thinking about Noah.

Noah’s voice, Noah’s hands, Noah’s mouth, Noah's d-

And then, something happened.

Your body trembled slightly, your breath hitched…

Did it happen?

Was that it?

You laid there, staring at your ceiling fan in confusion. You didn't feel like you just came, but your body was too sensitive to continue.

It didn’t exactly feel bad, it just wasn’t good either. You didn’t feel relaxed. You didn’t even feel satisfied. 

You didn’t feel much. 

It wasn’t what it had been with him. There was no delicious build up, no warmth in your chest, no fire lingering in your belly. No laughter after. No soft kisses. No cuddles.

No Noah.

Just you and the silicone.

With a huff, you threw the vibrator across the room- making a mental note to clean it and hide it away tomorrow- and curled up under the sheets, wondering what was wrong with you. 

…

A few days passed. You didn’t bring it up again, to Sophia, to yourself, or to Noah. 

You were embarrassed, you were certain you had done it, that you came, but there was nothing to it?

You wondered if you were broken.

How could Noah make you feel so good, how did he know what your body liked, but you didn’t?

Then, on a quiet Thursday afternoon, your phone lit up with his name.

Noah: Hey, thought you’d like to know I’m home tomorrow night. You around?

Your breath caught. The reply was instant.

You: Yes. Please come over!!!

And so he did.

It was raining when he showed up. He looked tired, his hood up, bag slung over his shoulder, wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead. But when you opened the door and he saw you standing there in his hoodie and sleep shorts, his whole face softened.

“Hey,” he said gently, stepping inside. “You okay?”

You nodded, even though you weren’t. He saw right through it.

“I brought you a little something,” he said, tugging his hoodie off and pulling a tiny bag from the front pocket of his backpack.

You felt your heart warm, no matter where he was, or how long the tour was, he would always bring you something home. You were always on his mind.

“What is that?”

“A silly little cat plush I bought at a gas station. It reminded me of you.” He tossed it into your hands. “Weirdly cute.”

You laughed, warmth blooming in your chest for the first time in days. 

“You’re such an asshole.”

“You missed me though.” He smirked. 

You didn’t answer, not with words. You threw your arms around him instead, burying your face into his chest. His arms wrapped tight around you in return, one hand pressing to the small of your back like he was trying to hold you together.

“I’m here now,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you.”

“Hey, is that Noah? He’s back already?” You heard your dad call from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, it’s me!” Noah called back, still holding you close. “Sorry, I didn’t want to get in the way of dinner or anything.”

“Nonsense, there’s plenty to go around,” your dad replied, voice trailing off as he returned to whatever he was doing. “You’re always welcome here, son.”

…

Later, after dinner and half a movie you didn’t really pay attention to, you ended up in your room together, something that never felt weird before, but felt a little different now. 

Noah lay stretched out on your bed, his hand resting lazily on your thigh as your head found its place on his chest. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his heartbeat under your ear. You’ve been in this position many times before, when you’ve just needed to feel close, when you’ve been upset or stressed, and he’d run his fingers through your hair and reassure you, telling you everything will be okay.

“You wanna tell me what’s been going on?” He asked quietly.

“Everything’s just been getting too much,” you told him, then you hesitated. “And uh… I tried what we talked about.”

He didn’t need clarification. 

“Did it help?”

You shook your head against him, not looking up so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. 

“It worked. Technically. But it felt… empty, I don’t know to explain it. It’s like my body went through the motions, but I didn’t feel it. I just laid there after, I almost didn’t realise it happened. It didn't feel good, I didn't feel any better after. I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

Noah tilted his head to look at you. 

“Can I say something without sounding like a dick?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“You always say that before being a dick.”

“Baby, I’m being serious.” His hand slid up your thigh. “Maybe the problem is you’re trying to replace something that isn’t just physical…”

You stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He sighed, fingers idly tracing patterns just above your knee. “When you’re with someone you trust, someone who knows you, and who wants you, it’s more than just release. It's a connection... It’s intimacy. All those cheesy things I pretend I don’t care about.”

You let out a small laugh, but it faded quickly. 

“So, what, I can’t enjoy it on my own anymore unless it’s with someone I’m in love with or whatever?”

“No, no not at all,” he said gently. “I just think maybe right now, your brain’s kind of overrun. With stress. With everything. It’s hard to give yourself that pleasure when you’re barely hanging on.”

You swallowed. 

“That makes sense, I guess.”

Noah shifted slightly beneath you, his hand sliding to your waist, grounding you. 

“Also… can I say something without it being weird?”

“That depends.” You raised a brow.

He smiled, eyes soft. 

“Sometimes I think about you too. When I’m… y’know. Doing that.”

“Noah!” Your cheeks flamed. 

“What?” he grinned. “I do. It’s not weird... you’re hot.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. 

“You’re literally the worst.”

“But you’re smiling,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s a win.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you looked up at him, a soft smile on your face.

“Thank you, Noah. You’ve helped me feel better already.” You said quietly.

He looked down at you. 

“I have?”

“Yeah. Just by being here. I feel like I can breathe again.”

Noah’s voice dropped, low and sincere. 

“I hate being away when you’re like this. You know I’d drop everything and come back for you if I could.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding in your chest. 

“I know. That’s why it means so much when you’re here.”

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, slowly, Noah leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Then your temple. Then your cheek.

You turned toward him, breath catching.

Your noses brushed. And then… your lips.

It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was soft, and intimate.

You kissed him back, your fingers tightening in his shirt, grounding yourself in the feeling you’d been chasing for weeks, what you've waiting to feel since the last time he kissed you.

And suddenly, the world didn’t feel so heavy. Everything that has been bothering you for weeks was suddenly forgotten about. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Still feel stressed?”

You shook your head, eyes glassy. 

“No. Not anymore.”

He smiled, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. 

“Good.”

He studied you for a moment, his thumb still ghosting over your lip like he wasn’t ready to stop touching you yet. Like he was memorising the way you looked when you finally started to feel okay again.

Then he spoke, quiet but steady. 

“I can help you, y'know?”

Your breath caught. 

“Help with what?”

“Teach you how to do it,” he said, like it wasn’t the most dangerous thing he’d ever said in your bedroom. “How to make yourself feel good. Really good.”

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Noah-”

“I know,” he said quickly, his palm still warm against your waist. “It sounds… I don’t know, forward. But only if you want that. I’d never…” he exhaled, like the thought of pushing you too far made him physically sick. “I just know you've been having a hard time with it and I want to help.”

The room was silent except for the low hum of the TV still playing in the background. You stared at him, at your best friend, the one who knew the darkest parts of your life and always stood by you. The one who made you laugh when you never thought you would again. The one who you’d been aching for recently in ways you hadn’t dared to name out loud.

You nodded slowly, your voice barely audible. 

“Okay. Teach me.”

His eyes searched yours like he needed to make absolutely sure. 

“You’re sure?”

“I trust you, you’ve made me feel good before,” you whispered. “I want to feel it again.”

Noah exhaled, something easing in his shoulders. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, soft and reverent. 

“Then lie back for me, sweetheart.”

Your heart thudded against your ribs, butterflies in your stomach fluttering with anticipation and a strange, sweet warmth. You sank back onto the pillows as he moved beside you, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Just breathe,” he murmured, his hand brushing your arm. “And listen to me.”

You nodded, taking a breath, your eyes locked on his.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low, intimate.

“Yeah," You nodded. "Just… don’t laugh at me.”

“Never,” he said seriously. “Not about this. Not about you.”

You took a breath, shifting a little on the sheets, almost embarrassed to start.

“Here,” he said softly, guiding your hand down over the front of your shorts. “Let me show you…”

Still holding your hand, he gently pulled the waistband down, your shorts sliding lower, followed by your underwear, letting you kick them off. The cool air hit your skin, but you didn’t feel exposed. Not with him looking at you like that, soft and reverent, like you were something sacred.

He brought your hand lower, his long tattooed fingers resting over yours, guiding them between your thighs.

“Right here,” he murmured, pressing lightly. “That’s where it starts.”

You gasped quietly at the sensation, warm and faintly electric, but different. Not quite enough.

He moved your fingers in slow, careful circles, mimicking the motion he would use himself.

“Gentle pressure on your clit, baby. Like this. You don’t have to go fast. Just focus on how it feels.”

You nodded, heart hammering in your chest as you tried to follow his rhythm.

Noah pulled back slightly, letting you move your hand yourself.

“There you go,” he said quietly, eyes fixed on your face. “You’re doing good.”

You bit your lip, trying to concentrate, but it still wasn't right. You could feel something… warmth, tension building faintly… but it never built the way it did when he touched you.

You furrowed your brow, frustrated.

He noticed instantly.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing hair away from your forehead. “Don’t overthink it. That’s the fastest way to kill it.”

“I know,” you breathed, fingers still moving. “It’s just...it's not the same.”

“I know,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re learning.”

You nodded in agreement, and kept trying.

“Think about how it felt when I kissed your neck,” he whispered. “When I pressed you into my mattress. When I made you cum on my cock...”

You moaned quietly, lips parting as you thought back to that feeling. Your fingers moved a little faster now, guided by instinct and the memory of him.

“That’s it,” he said, voice thick. “Let it build. Let it drive you a little crazy. Let it feel good.”

And you tried. You really did.

For exactly 15 minutes.

Noah gave you your space, letting you explore yourself beneath the sheets whilst he put a show on, not wanting you to feel like he was watching in case it put you off.

You followed every step Noah gave you, slow touches, more pressure. You kept your eyes closed, tried to remember the feel of his hands, the way he kissed you last time. You imagined his mouth on your neck, his breath against your skin… but after a few more minutes, nothing was happening. Nothing was building anymore.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your fingers stilling, your shoulders tense.

Noah shifted beside you, the mattress creaking slightly under his weight as he sat back up on one elbow.

“Still nothing?” He asked gently.

You opened your eyes, moving your hand away, blinking up at the ceiling with a hint of defeat.

“I can’t do it.” You shook your head.

“You can. You just haven’t yet.”

“It’s like…” You glanced at him, a little embarrassed. “It’s not even the pressure. It’s not the angle. It’s that… it doesn’t feel good without you.”

His eyes softened, and then something darker lit up within them. Something almost possessive.

“You’re telling me your pussy only listens to me?” He said, almost teasing, but there was hunger in his voice too.

You flushed.

“Apparently... I think I'm just broken.”

He gave you a look that was all fond exasperation. 

“You're not broken, babe.”

You blinked up at him, lips parting to protest, but he stopped you.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Would you like some help?”

Your breath caught. 

“What kind of help?”

“The kind where I use my hands instead of giving a TED Talk from over here.” His smirk was lazy but not unkind. “Only if you want me to.”

You hesitated for a second, before nodding.

“Okay," you whispered, "Yes please."

“Okay." He echoed, his voice softer now. 

He gently tugged the covers down,

"Spread your legs for me, baby." He said softly, and shifted to kneel between them.

His hands brushed over your thighs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours like he was asking for permission one more time.

You gave him a nod, which he returned with a smile before his eyes met your heat.

His fingers brushes against your folds, and you saw how his eyes grew darker when he parted your lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered. “She definitely listens to me.”

You felt your face heat up again, and he just smirked, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I’m gonna start slow,” he murmured. “Just here, on your clit.” He pressed his thumb gently against it, just enough pressure to make you twitch. “Feel that?”

You nodded, your breath catching.

“This is where all your nerves gather. That's why it's so sensitive...”

His fingers moved in soft circles, slow and hypnotic.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” you breathed. “It’s good.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, clearly pleased. “I’ll stay here a little longer, let you settle into it. Don’t chase anything yet, okay? Just feel it.”

You did. You let yourself melt under his touch, under his voice.

“Now,” he said, lowering his head again just slightly to kiss your thigh, “I’m gonna slide a finger in, just one. I’ll still focus on the outside, but the inside helps build that pressure. That fullness. You trust me?”

You nodded. 

“Always.”

His finger slid in slowly, carefully. The angle was just right, his other hand still moving in slow, patient circles on your clit.

“Feel that?” he asked, his voice low. “That little spot inside, just… there…”

 He curled his finger just slightly and you gasped.

“There she is,” he smiled. “That’s your spot, sweetheart. Right there.”

Your hips tilted, chasing the feeling before you even realised it.

Everything was slow. Steady and intimate, like he had all the time in the world.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured. “You feel incredible. I wish you could feel what I feel, how warm you are, how soft.”

You whimpered, your fingers gripping the sheets as his finger curled inside you again. 

“That feel good?” He murmured, watching your face closely.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Good,” he said, voice darker now, heavier. “Now I want you to listen to me. I’m gonna keep my finger inside you, right here-” he said, curling it again to prove his point, and your whole body flinched, “but I want you to play with your clit for me. The way I showed you.”

You hesitated, but his voice dropped even lower, coaxing.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

You reached down slowly, breath catching as your fingers brushed against yourself. You were already soaked, his touch alone had done that.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Feel how wet you are for me? That’s all for us, baby. Now rub it. Gentle circles, just like I did. Not too hard.”

You whimpered as you obeyed, copying his rhythm, your fingers shaky.

“Good girl,” he praised, and the words made your stomach flip. “Just like that. Keep going.”

His finger curled inside you again, slow and deep, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

“You feel that?” He growled. “That spot, right there. That’s mine now. You let me have it.”

Your hips bucked, your breath ragged as your fingers moved faster.

“Eyes on me,” he said. “I want to see your face when you come.”

You looked at him, wide-eyed, desperate. 

“I don’t think I can-”

“You can, just stop getting in your head,” he said firmly, leaning over you. “You’re already so close. I can feel it, the way you’re tightening around my finger. Keep rubbing that sweet little clit. Picture me between your legs if it helps.”

You gasped again, your thighs shaking.

“Yeah, that’s it. You like thinking about me eating you out, huh?” His voice was sinfully soft. “Tongue right here,” he dragged his thumb over your clit slowly, “Sucking you till you cry.”

Your breath hitched, and you moved your hand back down/

“I’d spend hours with my face buried between your thighs, baby. Lick you until your legs are shaking... Want you to know how fucking good it feels to fall apart.”

Your fingers sped up, desperation growing, but your rhythm faltered.

“No,” he murmured, catching your hand with his free one. “You don’t stop now. Here..." he guided your fingers back into motion, showing you the right pressure, the right speed, “Just like this.”

You whimpered, everything tightening inside.

“I’ve got you,” he said, curling his finger again. “Come on, sweetheart. I want you to come for me. Right now.”

And you did. It hit like a crash, hot and fast, your whole body seizing up as you moaned his name, thighs clamping around his wrist. He didn’t stop, he helped work you through it, watching you unravel with dark, hungry eyes

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision a little blurry, Noah was watching you like you’d just handed him the stars.

“Hi,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. “You okay?”

You nodded, still breathless. 

“I… yeah. That was….”

He chuckled, settling beside you and pulling the blankets up over both of you. 

“Told you you weren’t broken.”

You curled into his chest, your face buried in his neck. 

“That was amazing, Noah... Thank you."

He smiled against your hair. 

“Glad I could be of service.”

You slapped his chest weakly.

“Shut up.”

He just laughed and kissed the top of your head.

“You ever need a refresher course,” he murmured, “I offer hands-on lessons. Free of charge.”

“Shut up." You chuckled.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you. 

“You gotta admit it… that was hot.”

You groaned into his skin. 

“Don’t make it weird.”

“Y/n, I took your virginity, and you literally just came with my finger inside you. I think we’re past weird.”

You swatted him, and he just kissed the top of your head, smug and soft and so pleased with himself.

"Will you stay tonight?" You asked softly.

"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on going home just yet."

…

It wasn’t until later, after you'd both gone quiet, after the teasing had faded into comfortable silence, that the shift truly settled in. You weren’t tangled in limbs out of habit anymore. You weren’t just cuddling because that’s what you’ve always done.

Noah's fingers were still brushing slow, lazy lines along your spine. Your legs were half-draped over his, your head tucked beneath his chin. He hadn’t let go of your hand once.

There was something new in the quiet. Not tension, exactly. More like awareness.

You were aware of how his skin felt under your fingertips. Of how your body responded to his, even now, just being close. Of how safe, and kind of addictive, it felt to be this near to him.

He shifted a little beneath you and murmured, 

“You still awake?”

You nodded against his chest. 

“You?”

“Barely. But I didn’t wanna sleep without saying something.”

You lifted your head, resting your chin on him again so you could see his face. He looked sleepy and warm and totally, devastatingly fond of you.

“I liked this,” he said. “All of it. Not just what we did. But… this. Us.”

You smiled. 

“Yeah. Me too.”

There was a long pause before either of you spoke again, like the next words needed to mean something.

“I think I wanna do this again,” he said softly, fingers brushing through your hair. “Not just once. Not just to ‘help’ you.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. 

“You mean like… regularly?”

“I mean like whenever we feel like it. Whenever it feels good. Which it does. I think we’re… kinda good at this.”

You laughed quietly, and it melted into a smile. 

“Yeah. Surprisingly.”

He tilted his head, nudging his nose against yours. 

“Still wanna be best friends?”

“Always.”

You always knew there was more to your relationship than just friendship, but it exceeded romance too. You could never imagine actually dating your best friend, because that felt wrong... But somehow this felt just right.

"I want to have to define whatever this is." you said, not wanting to put your friendship at stake.

“I don’t want to either,” he said. “I just want to keep doing what feels good. What feels right.”

You smiled again, a softer one this time, and tilted your face to look up at him.

“So you’re saying we’re gonna keep having insanely good sex and act totally normal about it?”

His lips quirked up, eyes glinting.

“Exactly. Just two best friends. Totally normal. Totally casual.” He kissed your forehead, then grinned wider. “Totally obsessed with how good your pussy feels.”

"Noah!" You shoved at his chest with a breathless laugh.

He caught your wrist mid-shove and pulled you close, chest vibrating with laughter.

"Sorry." He smirked, "C'mon, we better get some sleep, it's pretty late."

You nodded and kissed his cheek before settling back down on his chest, your entire body feeling light and calm and settled for the first time in weeks.

This didn’t feel like a mistake. It didn’t feel wrong, or like you were crossing a line. It felt like opening a door to something that had been waiting there the whole time.

And just when Noah thought you had gone quiet, ready to sleep, you spoke up again. 

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

“...Will you eat me out next time? Just, since you mentioned it earlier… I’ve always wondered if it feels as good as people say… And I’ve heard stories about what you can do with that mouth.” You giggled. 

Noah froze for half a second, then let out a breathless laugh, his chest shaking beneath your cheek.

“You tryna kill me?” he murmured, grinning like he’d just been handed a gift.

You lifted your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, still half-lidded with sleep but already darker again.

“I’m serious.” You whispered, voice warm with want.

He smirked, brushing your hair back from your face. 

“Baby… I’ve been dreaming about that.”

Your stomach flipped at the way he said it.

“You have?”

“Since the first night I moved into my place, we had a party, we got drunk together and you sat on the kitchen counter in those tiny-ass shorts.” His fingers trailed lazily up your bare thigh. “I wanted to drop to my knees right then and taste you.”

You gasped softly.

“Next time,” he murmured, his voice slowing, growing darker with lust, “I’m gonna lay you out on the bed, spread your pretty legs, throw ‘em over my shoulders...”

You swallowed, thighs already tightening.

“I wanna make a mess of you,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “Have your thighs all slick, ruin my sheets, have your pretty little pussy swollen and desperate because I won’t stop licking. I want you crying my name, grinding on my face, so, so desperate to cum.”

A soft whimper escaped you, and he smirked, but kissed beneath your ear, hot and slow. 

“And you will cum, baby. Over and over, as much as you want, until you don’t even remember your own name.”

You were panting now, aching, practically squirming against him.

“Noah…”

He tilted your chin up with two fingers, eyes locked on yours.

“I’m gonna have you sit on my face, baby. Let you ride it as looong as you want. Rub that sweet cunt all over my tongue. Fuck- I want you to cum so hard-”

You cut him off with a weak shove to his chest. 

“Okay, okay! Enough! Shut up.”

He blinked, then laughed again, smug as hell. 

“Oh? Getting a little worked up?”

“You’re doing it on purpose,” you groaned, cheeks hot. “And it’s mean.”

He grinned, the worst kind of teasing. 

“You started it.”

“I was being honest,” you muttered, wiggling a little closer to him. “You’re the one now turning it into torture.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kissed your temple again, then infuriatingly let out a content sigh and rolled over.

“Well,” he said, sounding far too pleased with himself, “goodnight, y/n.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“What?”

He smirked at the ceiling. 

“You heard me.”

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?”

He stretched a little, getting cozy. 

“Yup.”

“You’re evil.”

“I know,” he murmured, eyes slipping shut. “Sleep tight.”

You stared at him, equal parts furious and turned on. 

And the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing. You huffed, flopping back down, facing away from him and pulling the blanket over yourself with a growl.

Noah chuckled quietly and reached over to tug you against his side again.

“C’mon, you’ll survive,” he whispered, mouth against your hair. “Besides… now you’ve got something to dream about.”

You muttered something unintelligible into his shoulder, and he just smiled wider.

Smug bastard.

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yeah so ovulation got the better of me this month

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ok filthy smut request I've had this idea floating around my head for a while but too scared to ask someone to write it

Noah goes to a party at a friend's house and that's where he sees reader - she's beautiful, probably out of his league but he has to get to know her. One small problem, she came with someone else. That doesn't stop Noah from trying to get close to her. The man she came with is bland, boring and pays no attention to reader, so she sits on the couch with Noah and they start talking, discovering they have much in common. The talk turns very flirty, she confides in him that she's unhappy with her relationship with the man she came with tonight. Noah puts his hand on her thigh and moves it under her skirt. He whispers in her ear "meet me in the upstairs bathroom in 5 minutes". When reader gets to the bathroom, the shower is running making the room damp and steamy. She asks him why and he says to drown out any noise. She removes a ring from her left hand and places it next to the sink. What happens next is the filthiest sweatiest smuttiest bathroom sex ever (this is where I trust the writer!). When they've both finished Noah goes back down on her and she asks what is he doing, knowing he just came there. He tells her "can't send you back to your husband all dirty, I gotta clean you up baby" As they get dressed, she puts her ring back on she noticed he put her underwear in his pocket. He said it's a souvenir in case I never see you again. I'll let you writer decide how reader responds. The end.

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: shower sex, use of shower head, PiV, slight cheating, oral (female receiving) dom Noah always, praise kink, slight choking, cum play (in a way) I think that’s it’s but let me know if I’ve missed anything!

So I remember getting this and this request is write up my street, sorry it’s taken so long but I hope it’s worth the wait!

As I discussed at the time with the anon, I’m not comfortable to write full on cheating as I’ve experienced it myself a few times and to me there is no excuse for it and I don’t want to write it myself but I’ve made a way of making it work by changing it slightly haha

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The party was in full swing. You were an old friend of Matt’s and had been invited by him.

You had decided to bring your date with you. You’d only been on a couple dates so far and if you were honest you were very bored with him but he had a couple friends who were coming to the party so you decided to break it off after tonight so it wasn’t awkward if you ran into him.

You stood chatting with Matt, your date was chatting to his friends and had hardly paid you any attention all evening which had annoyed you, although you didn’t feel the connection, some common courtesy wouldn’t go amiss.

You were chatting and sipping on your drink when you caught eyes with the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, you watched as he was walking over in your direction, his intense gaze not once faltering from yours.

Matt nodded to him “hey Noah”

Noah nodded his head and said hello back and then gave you a small smile.

“Noah this is y/n, y/n Noah”

You smiled up at him and offered out your hand which he took in his own, the size difference between you was hard for you to ignore as you felt the warmth of his skin against yours as his hand basically engulfed yours.

“Nice to meet you”

“Pleasures all mine”

You spent the next hour chatting with Noah on one of the couches and found out you actually had a lot in common such as your music interests and the games you both played. The conversation flowed so naturally and beautifully that you never wanted it to end, you both sat close together and Noah’s arm was draped casually over the back of the sofa behind your head, keeping his body turned to you. The connection you felt was like nothing you’d felt before that you’d almost forgotten you’d come here with someone else.

“Sorry I’m probably keeping you from your boyfriend”

You look up at him confused until he elaborates.

“The guy I saw you come here with tonight?”

“Oh…he’s not my boyfriend…not exactly”

Noah lets out a small laugh.

“Not exactly?”

“I’ve been dating him for a couple weeks but…it’s not really…going anywhere”

Noah looked more intrigued at your answer.

“Not feeling it?”

You glance around the party and saw your ‘date’ still laughing and chatting with his friends, not caring in the slightest that you’ve ‘disappeared’ from him.

“No…he’s…if I was to be honest, he’s so boring and I don’t plan to continue seeing him really….only reason we came together tonight is because we have mutual friends and I didn’t want it to be weird if we saw each other after I’d called it off”

Noah nodded at your words and his expression started to change and his tone had a very flirty undertone.

“So what I’m hearing here is, you’re single?”

You couldn’t stop the smile tugging on your lips as you looked up at him.

“More or less”

“That definitely makes things more interesting then….”

You glanced down when you felt his fingers gently brushing the bare skin of your thigh that your skirt didn’t reach, tracing lazy patterns before his hand moved slightly higher causing your breath to hitch in your throat softly.

“Yeah?”

You felt an ache forming between your legs at his touch as his fingers traced the hem of your skirt but not moving any higher, you looked up into his eyes to see them already dilating, making his brown eyes appear almost black.

“Want me to show you exactly how that guy should be treating you?”

Your lips parted and you nodded.

“Meet me upstairs in the bathroom in 5 minutes”

No words would come out, you nodded again and felt your cheeks go warm as he smirked and stood up, giving you a cheeky wink as he walked away and went upstairs.

You sat there in a daze for a moment, not believing that such a handsome and seemingly amazing guy was offering to take care of you because your ‘date’ couldn’t. You didn’t normally have one night stands but there was something about Noah, you knew you just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

The next 5 minutes felt like an eternity before you finished the drink in your hand and made your way upstairs to the bathroom hearing the faint sound of the shower running which caused your brows to frown. You knocked on the door and called out his name softly.

Noah opened the door with a smile and gestured for you to come inside, you walked through and he locked the door behind you.

The shower was running and the room was already feeling warm from the steam.

“Why is the shower on?”

Noah didn’t respond at first, he leant down and captured your lips with his in a firm but gentle kiss before he pulled away slightly.

“To drown out the screams I intend to pull from you tonight”

Your eyes went wide and your whole face flushed.

“You look beautiful when you’re shy princess”

You didn’t respond, you simply smirked up at him and put your hair up to try and keep it as dry as possible while Noah’s hands rested on your waist, slipping under your shirt, the feeling of his hands over your body had the anticipation running through you at the thought of how different they will feel over wet skin.

His lips met yours once again but this time it was more urgent than the last, you both start to undress the other knowing time wasn’t completely on your side given the current environment.

Steam enveloped the bathroom, clinging to the walls and fogging up the mirror as water rained down from the showerhead, the steady rhythm drowning out everything as Noah pulled you both under the spray.

Noah positioned you with your back up against his chest, his hands coming up to caress your breasts in his large hands, your nipples hardening under his touch immediately.

“You’re absolutely breath taking”

You moaned softly as you felt his hard length pressing into you from behind.

“I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me angel”

One of his hands started to trail lower, gliding over your skin as the water cascaded down over your front, teasing you around your inner thighs but not going exactly where you needed him the most.

You had to clear your throat before you spoke.

“Sadly I don’t think we have time for teasing”

His chuckle vibrated against your back.

“You’re right. Spread your legs slightly for me”

You did as you were told and you felt his hand wrap around your neck with a firm grip as he turned your head towards him so you were looking up at him.

“I’m going to make sure you forget all about that guy you came here with”

“Yes please”

You glanced down and admired how his skin and tattoos looked almost glasslike in this moment.

You felt his finger gently trace your cheek.

“I love it when my girl knows her manners. Now hands against the wall”

You turned back around and placed your hands on the cool tiles, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Feeling the head of his cock against your wet folds made your head fall forward as your hips moved back, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips as he pushed himself inside slowly, stretching you out beautifully.

You heard his groans as his fingers dug into your skin.

“You feel better than I imagined….fuck!”

Noah didn’t waste any time before he started a firm, steady rhythm into you, his hands not leaving your waist.

“Oh…shit!”

Your walls clenched around him as he moved faster, your knees nearly buckling under the pressure of his hips slamming into you.

You struggled to keep your moans low as the pleasure started to build in your lower stomach.

“Fuck….you were made for me….so fucking perfect”

You felt Noah’s arm wrap around your chest, bringing you back up into him and changing the angle causing your hands to hold onto him for support as you cried out, praying the running shower was enough to muffle the sound.

The party downstairs disappeared as you lost yourselves in each other. You had your eyes closed, you could feel your high building, you just needed a little more.

Noah’s body shifted ever so slightly behind you as he reached his arm up. You’d barely opened your eyes to see what he was doing before they rolled back into your head and you cried out loudly until his other hand covered your mouth as you felt the hard pressure of the shower head being held over your clit as he continued to pound into you from behind.

“Easy baby…you going to keep quiet for me?”

Your head fell back against his shoulder as you nodded, your body feeling like jelly as he kept the water raining down on you mercilessly causing your thighs to start to tremble.

Noah kept his other arm firmly around your stomach as you placed one of your hands back on the wall for balance as he continued to use the shower head to simulate you as your arousal grow stronger and stronger by the second.

Your body started to shake in his arms, the spray of the water felt incredible as he moved it over you with expert ease.

“Noah….fuck….I’m going to….”

You felt like your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you hard, you had to cover your own mouth to hide the scream as Noah continued to thrust into you, the shower head was finally taken away as he held onto you as you rode out your high. You could feel his own thrusts becoming more sloppy as his groans were low in your ear.

“Shit…you’re so fucking tight…”

You moaned into Noah’s arm as you felt him painting the inside of your walls causing you to clench around him as he held onto you tightly.

As you both tried to catch your breath, the only sounds that could be heard was the running water and the very faint rumble of the party still going on downstairs.

You felt Noah’s head lift off your shoulder and he slowly pulled out of you which caused you to whine at the loss.

Noah turned you around to face him, pressed his lips against yours before he sank down to his knees in front of you as your back pressed up against the wall.

“Wha..what are you doing?”

You suddenly became very conscious of how you could feel his cum starting to drip out of you and onto your inner thighs.

“Can’t send you back to that guy of yours all dirty now I? Gotta clean you up baby”

And with that, Noah dived straight between your legs and you felt his tongue slip inbetween your folds.

“Oh…”

Your head fell back against the tiles as your hands came into his hair as you felt his tongue licking the inside of your walls, cleaning out any trace of his own release.

It was filthy, it was dirty and you fucking loved it.

Once Noah was satisfied he’d cleaned you out, his mouth went up to suck on your clit while he used his inked fingers inside to stroke you.

Noah didn’t stop until he had your trembling and cumming hard against his mouth with a low moan.

He pulled away with a smirk and licked his lips.

“You taste delicious”

Your cheeks were flushed red as you looked down at him.

“And you certainly have a talented mouth”

Noah chuckled and stood up, turning the shower off.

“Come on, we better get back downstairs before anyone comes looking”

You both got dried and started to get dressed, you looked around for your underwear and saw that Noah fully dressed, was slipping them into his back pocket.

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Just a little souvenir”

You giggled. “Incase you don’t see me again?”

“No. So you have to see me again to come and collect them”

Noah smirked and gave you a cheeky wink before he slipped out of the bathroom and left you to finish making yourself look more presentable.

You left the party once you’d made sure there was no evidence of your little escapade. It was only on the way home that you suddenly realised you hadn’t given Noah your number so had no way of contacting him.

You felt a wave of disappointment hit you as you travelled back to your apartment when you felt your phone vibrate.

You took your phone out and couldn’t stop the smile that formed on your face.

“Red thongs are a personal favourite of mine. I approve of your choice this evening x”

Matt had probably given Noah your number, you smirked as you texted back.

“Yeah? They are one of my favourite pairs haha x”

“Have to arrange a date for you to get them off me then x”

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「 PAIRING 」 —fem!reader x noah sebastian

「 GENRE 」 — smut | headcannon

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he’s doting and full of affection

does everything in his power to make sure you’re happy, healthy etc

protective but dosent border on possessive or obsessive

he knows you can handle your own he just wants to be there if need be

spoils you rotten

buys you flowers every saturday, each bouquet a different flower with the meaning of it attached to a little card with a love letter

sitting on his lap while gaming turns into riding sessions if he’s in the mood

head over heels in love, it’s almost indescribable, heart eyes for you constantly

you accompany him on tour sometimes

quickies before the shows

fucking on the tour bus late at night and having to keep quiet, mostly ends up with noah fingering you with a hand clasped over your mouth

helping him write lyrics

being inspiration for said lyrics

tracing and colouring in his tattoos

has your name or birth flower tattooed on him

lazy days spent at home cuddling on the couch

half the time his either absentmindedly playing with your hair or his fingers are stroking your arm

he just has to have some form of physical touch

he loves when your fragrance lingers on his clothes, especially the hoodies that you “borrowed” from him

cockwarming whenever he’s home because he likes to savour the feeling of you

sends you nudes while he’s away on tour just to tease you because he knows when he gets back he’s in for the most primal, visceral sex of his life

has a backlog of your nudes/vids on his phone for when he’s away and he will put them to good use

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[flowery-mess]

kill the silence: dance with me

this is part two of kill the silence

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / sexual content/ protected sex / dry humping / reader x mother argument / I think that's it, let me know

Words: 7,2k

Author's note: So, it's finally done and I can't wait for you to read it!❤️‍🩹 I think this beat nowhere to go and is now my favorite🥹

frat boy Noah masterlist

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“Do you have the suit?” you asked Noah when you two arrived at the airport, frantically digging in your bag making sure you have your passport and plane ticket.

“Do you really think I’d forget the most important clothes for this trip?” Noah started to get a bit annoyed, because you already asked him about the suit around ten times.

“Sorry. And your passport?”

“What about it?”

“Do you have it?” you asked in shock, scared that his question meant that he forgot to pack it.

“Of course I do.” he was thinking about messing around and telling you he forgot it, but by the way you were looking at him it would only make you jump out of the plane later. “Jesus Ella, relax.”

“Did you forget where we are going?” you shot him a look that said “shut up”, so he did.

After the night you spent at Noah’s couch he promised you that if you want, he’d come with you. At first you thought it wouldn't be necessary and you won’t drag him into your mess, but then you received the invitation and knew you couldn’t handle it alone.

That night you knocked on his door with a bottle of wine in your hand and glassy eyes. When he opened the door you shoved the invite to his chest and made your way inside before he had a chance to say hello.

Clara and Molly went shopping with you and told you that if you’re going to look sad the whole time, you at least have to look hot while being a human form of sadness.

The colors of the wedding were different shades of blue, beige and grey so you decided to go with the navy blue dress you found in the first shop. Partially because you didn’t want to waste more time than necessary with this wedding.

You and Noah had to fly to your hometown with the flight being just a bit over two hours. Your mom was really happy that you were coming and even more happier that you had a plus one. A plus one that was a male.

You think she’s going to have a heart attack when she sees Noah and his tattoos, but you feel satisfaction from that.

She told you that you two can stay at their house, your room still ready for your visit at any time, but you refused. You knew that would only cause an unnecessary drama and Noah doesn’t have to witness that.

So you and Noah booked a hotel close to the venue, a safe space for you to let your anger out before and after the event.

“Enjoy your flight!” the girl at gate number 8 gave you the biggest smile you have ever seen when she was done with checking your plane tickets.

“Can I have the window seat?” you mumbled towards Noah, slightly ashamed of the scene you did earlier, but he was the one with the window seat on his ticket.

“I didn’t hear you.” he exaggerated his point by pointing to his left ear.

“Can I have the window seat, please?” you shot him a look and innocent smile.

“Yes.”

Noah knew you were scared of flying, so even though you treated him like a child just minutes before, he didn’t want to make this trip harder than it already was for you.

If it would be Noah’s choice, he’d pick the aisle seat so he could stretch his legs during the flight, but before you booked the plane tickets you drank the whole bottle of wine and you promised him a blowjob if he lets you choose the seats. Now he was paying for his own actions with his legs folded in a weird angle and you crushing his hand.

He took a look at you and didn’t understand how you managed to fly on your own when you were visiting your mom. Your legs were bouncing, eyes were shut and the grip you had on his hand was like if heavy weight lifter was holding it.

“Are you okay?” he asked with his brows furrowed in a weird angle.

“No. I just want the flight to be over.” you said quickly, because maybe saying it quickly would make the flight quicker.

Through the flight you were either gripping Noah’s hand or the hand rest between your bodies. Noah fell asleep, many times, because you woke him up every time. That being said, there’s no saying who was more thankful for the plane landing on solid ground. The color returned to your pale face and Noah was free to move his hand like he wanted to.

*

“I told you we should’ve rented a car.” Noah told you when another cab passed by you.

“It’s not my fault all of the Bolt and Uber drivers are busy and the damn cab just won’t stop.” you threw back at him.

Just 3 days, 2 nights. Noah repeated that to himself.

Actually you were both nervous for this trip, the length of it being the longest time you have spent together so far. So far it was just a pleasant time.

When you finally arrived at the hotel and got all of your things to your shared room, you finally felt like you could breathe. The room was small, but it was enough for the time you’re going to spend in it.

“Give me your suit.” you told Noah who was just scrolling on his phone while you were ironing your blue dress.

“You don’t have to do it for me, I can do it.”

“It calms me down. Give me your suit and shirt please.” it was more of a statement than a question.

As you were turning the fabric of Noah’s clothes in your hands your mind drifted to picture Noah in it. You haven’t seen him in a suit, but he had a nice one, probably an expensive one. Of course he’s going to look good in it.

You thought about his ink being in contrast with the white shirt he brought with him, his neck full of tattoos peaking out at the top.

*

After you went out for dinner you took a walk around the city. You showed Noah some of your favorite places and shared some old stories with him.

When you pointed to a big white house and told him that’s where your ex boyfriend lives, he couldn’t help himself and started moving his hips like if he was fucking you, “Let’s show him what he's missing.”

“You’re a child.” you pushed him off of you with a laugh. He was acting like a child, but he knew how to lift up your mood.

*

Back at the hotel you were the first one to slide under the white covers in hopes that maybe you’ll oversleep your alarm and miss the whole wedding.

“Are you ready?” Noah asked when he was laying next to you.

“I don’t know.” you answered truthfully.

“You can still change your mind, you know. You don’t have to go there.”

“I want to show her that I’m the bigger person out of the two of us. That even though she hurt me, I’ll still be there to support her when she’s making the biggest mistake of her life.”

“You’re strong Ella, you can do it.” that felt funny to hear from someone who suffered much more in his life than you.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?” Noah was confused.

“Because you could be back home and enjoying your summer break. But instead you’re in this shitty hotel with me for a wedding of two strangers. And I’m still complaining about my life even though I know what you’ve been through. God I’m an idiot.” you covered your face with your hands, feeling the tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh no you’re not doing this.” Noah said and turned his body to lay on his side. He gently lifted your hands from your face and made you look at him. “It’s not a competition, okay? You can’t compare our traumas and decide that yours are less important just because you feel like mine are bigger. You’re hurt, so feel the hurt. And sadness. And anger.” some of the tears spilled onto your cheeks and he reached his hand to make them disappear.

“She’s your mother, someone who should love you and be there for you. And if she didn’t do that throughout your life, how is it better than me not having my mother present? We both have our own shit, so let’s not compare it. Okay?” he whispered the last word.

“Okay.” you nodded your head and wiped the rest of your tears.

You both tried to fall asleep, but both of your minds just wouldn’t stop running. You tried different positions, cuddling, not cuddling, blanket on, blanket off, but nothing seemed to help.

“Can you tell me a story?” you groaned in frustration.

“What are you like 5?” Noah mocked you.

“I can’t fall asleep, talk about something and maybe it’ll bore me enough to fall asleep.”

“Okay. There was a girl, you wouldn’t believe it but she looked just like you. She had huge tits and her ass wa-” he couldn’t finish the sentence because his voice was muffled by the pillow you threw at him.

“You’re the worst.” you told him over your shoulder, but laughed too.

“You love me.” he turned to his side too, so now your backs were facing each other.

After a while you felt sleep take over your body and mind, sending you into a state of deep mind.

*

“Can you help me with my hair please?” you yelled from the bathroom, hoping Noah would hear you and come to your help instead of falling asleep again.

He was already dressed and ready to leave, but you found him sleeping in the chair just a few minutes ago.

“Noah?” you called out again.

“I can hear you, I’m coming!” he shouted back.

When his tall frame appeared in the door you couldn’t help but take double look at him.

He was wearing the most basic black suit you could think of, but god did he look handsome.

The white shirt was highlighting his painted skin, his pants hugging him in all the right places and the classy jacket completed his outfit perfectly. He chose to wear a tie, black leather shoes and belt, finishing the accessories with a few rings on his fingers.

“What do you need?” he caught you staring at him through the mirror, but didn’t say a word because he was doing just the same.

The navy dress you already put on hugged your curves and flattered your body. Your makeup was done, light brown eye shadows with eye liner and your significant red lipstick, this time a bit darker than your usual.

You had a few accessories as well and finished the outfit with glitter shoes and bag in the same color.

“I need you to hold this section on the side while I do the top.” you went for a half up half down hairstyle, the lower half curled decently.

Noah stood behind you, his clean scent hitting your nose immediately. You watched him through the mirror as he grabbed the lower half of your hair, collected all of it in one of his hands and gently held it to the side.

His touch was always gentle with you, his soft and warm fingers caressed the skin of your bare shoulders and you felt shivers through your body.

If he noticed your reaction, he didn’t say anything.

You didn't know what the reason was, but you felt closer to him. Was it the fact that he came here with you? Or the fact that you were getting ready to attend a wedding together?

He was different in clothes like this, but also his behaviour changed, as if he would make your comfort his priority on this trip. And he did, wanting nothing more that for this event to go smoothly so he doesn’t have to fix the mistakes of your mother.

*

“Do you have everything?” Noah asked you when you were both getting ready to leave. His hand was on the handle before he turned back around and saw you standing there. Just standing there.

No tears, frown, sad face, shaking, you were just staring.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to see it Noah.” you admitted in barely more than a whisper.

He closed the distance between you two and cupped your cheeks with his hands and made you look him in his eyes.

“Be the bigger person Ella, let’s show up. Don’t make her see that she hurt you.” you leaned your head into his touch and closed your eyes. You took a moment for yourself, taking a few deep breaths before you opened your eyes again and found Noah’s still looking down at you.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“There you go.” Noah smiled when he saw the change of look on your face. “But remember, you say the word and we’re out. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You linked your hand with his and let him lead you out of the room.

*

Drive to the venue was short and silent. You played with your hands the whole time while Noah was looking out of the window, watching the streets of the city you grew up in.

“Wow.” Noah said when you got out of the cab and stood in front of the small building with a big garden behind it.

“Yeah, wow.” you had to agree.

There were people walking in and out of the door, women in pretty dresses and men in all different kinds of suits by their sides.

Next to the main door was a welcome sign with the names of the bride and groom. From where you were standing you could already see the decorated tables, dance floor and live band getting ready.

“Shall we?” Noah put his hand around your waist and started walking towards the entrance.

So far you haven’t seen any familiar faces in the sea of people. Probably because all of your mom’s friends were with her in one of the private rooms, getting her ready to walk down the aisle.

She asked you to be there with her too, but you declined. You knew you’d be a pain in the ass and ruin her day even before it began.

You walked through the area you saw from the street just minutes ago and went to look at what number was your table. You found your and Noah’s name under the number 15 along with names of your two cousins.

You didn’t have a big family, so this wasn’t some big family reunion for you, but you were excited about seeing your grandparents and aunt with her two kids that were just a bit younger than you.

Noah followed you around, you two almost looked like you ended up at the place by mistake.

“Let’s get a drink.” you pointed in the direction of a bar and didn’t even bother to wait for Noah.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked you when you drank half of the glass in one gulp. He never questioned how much or what alcohol did you consume, but he wasn’t sure if getting drunk before the ceremony begins is the way.

“Just one glass, for nerves.” you shot him a look and finished the glass.

*

You found your seats in the second row right behind your grandparents whose chairs were still empty. You were actually the first people to sit down, because you wanted to avoid walking through people looking for their seat and noticing you.

You were sitting right at the aisle with Noah by your left. You noticed his squirming in the chair and his eyes that couldn’t be focused for more than a second and suddenly you felt bad.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god, I shouldn’t have dragged you here.” you blurted out.

“What?”

“You’re uncomfortable, you don’t want to be here. What was I thinking? You’re sitting in the second row at a wedding where you don’t know anyone and you’ll probably get bored. We’re literally just sleeping together, why did I let you do this?” you stopped talking, not sure if you were talking to him or to yourself.

“Stop talking. I volunteered, it was my decision and I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“We can leave after the ceremony.”

“I don’t need to leave.”

“Noah.”

“Ella.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.”

“You’ll tell me if you want to leave right?”

“I will.” you wanted to protest some more, but a female voice interrupted you.

 “Is that you Ella?” you turned around in your chair and saw your grandmother.

“Nana!” you stood up and quickly wrapped your arms around her. You felt comfort. Comfort in arms of a woman who always whispered funny jokes about Richard only to your ear and always talked about him behind his back with you.

“And who is this gentleman next to you?” you felt Noah stood up behind you and one of his hands found the small of your back.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts the whole time that you didn’t think of what you’re going to tell people about you and Noah. Definitely not that you’re a fuck buddies.

As you were searching for the right words, Noah moved you to the side and took your grandmother’s hand in his with a simple “I’m Noah, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. I’m so happy she finally found a new boyfriend, that ex boyfriend of hers was too weird.” she talked to him like you were not standing between them.

“Nana Noah’s actually not m-”

“Yeah I heard some stories.” Noah didn’t let you finish your sentence and rather continued talking with your grandmother, ignoring your presence as well.

“Well sweethearts I’m gonna find my seat and find you later. Save a dance for me young man!”

When she wandered off to say hi to someone else, you turned around to face Noah with a confused face.

“What the hell was that?” you asked.

“Would you rather explain what we are to your grandmother than just get along with her theory?” Noah asked, chuckling at your face he just added “Didn’t think so.”

“You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“I’m not, I never confirmed that information to her.”

“What if someone else asks?”

“Just introduce me as Noah.” he shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care even if you told everyone that you two are married and have five kids back at home.

Thankfully introducing Noah to your two cousins went much better and you felt more at ease when you heard Noah talking to the older one about some car stuff.

Before anyone else could approach you and put you in stress again, the ceremony began.

First your mom's and Richard’s friends walked down the aisle in pairs and lined up at the end of it. Then Richard appeared in the door. He was wearing white suit and a big smile on his face.

Noah saw your tense shoulders and wrapped his arm around your waist and used a bit of his strength to pull you closer to his chest. You appreciated the gesture and put your hand over his. The warmth of his body made you relax as your eyes followed Richard’s every step.

You held your breath when you heard the music change and the creek of the big white door opening again.

You were scared to turn your head, scared that what you’re going to see is going to break your heart in a way that’s not repairable.

You mirrored the actions of others and when you saw her you stopped breathing. She was beautiful. Her dress was long and flowy, looking exactly as something you pictured. Her hair and makeup was done by a professional and the bouquet she had in her hands complimented her whole appearance. By her side was your grandfather with a proud look on his face.

When they started walking towards Richard you felt Noah’s hand squeeze your skin over the fabric of your dress reminding you to breathe.

You didn’t even notice you were crying until you felt the first tear slide down your neck.

Your eyes met hers when she was coming closer, both of you had tears in your eyes. Hers were happy tears, yours were not.

She sent you a quick smile and then looked back ahead of her. You couldn’t do anything than to just watch in silence as your mom was promising her life to a man you hated.

*

Just like you were the first to find your seats, you were also the last two people sitting there. Noah put his arm around your shoulder and tucked your head under his chin. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.” you whispered back with tears still running down your cheeks.

You wanted to leave. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to run away from this city. You wanted to hide yourself from everything.

But you heard jingling of dishes and knew you should move to your table, so you dried your cheeks and sat up straight.

“Let’s go.” you stood up and Noah just watched you walk away. He didn’t know what to do. He would be more than okay if you two left the venue, but he didn’t want to be the one to suggest it.

He found you sitting at the table, talking to your cousin and looking a bit better than just a minutes ago.

“Man, your tattoos are sick!” your cousin and Noah seemed to get along which put your nerves at ease.

“Thanks.” Noah was bad at accepting compliments, even if it was about his tattoos. His cheeks got a bit red, it was funny seeing him this nervous.

“So, how's college going? Are you two in the same class?” you were glad you had someone your age sitting at the table with you, making it easier for both you and Noah.

“I have a different major than Ella, but we have sociology together this year.”

“Can I guess your major?” your other cousin jumped into the conversation.

“I guess.” Noah chuckled.

“Hmm, engineering!”

“I wish I was that smart. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Let me take a guess.” before you could hear what the other guess was you zoned out of the conversation and looked around the room full of people.

There were mom’s friends, you saw your grandparents sit at a table with Richard’s parents, next to them was a table with siblings and their significant others. Some tables were full of people you’ve never seen from Richard’s side.

Everyone looked like they were having fun and it made you feel bad for the bad mood you were in. You turned your attention back to the ongoing conversation and joined in.

*

Your grandmother was a woman of her word and when Noah didn’t ask her for a dance, she took it in her own hands and asked him to dance.

It was one of the funniest things you’ve seen in your life. Your small grandmother in a light blue dress moving Noah around the dance floor. Noah looked scared when she dragged him from the table and managed to whisper yell at you “I’ll kill you.” for not doing anything to help him out of the situation. But you needed a laugh and you were not disappointed.

You have never seen Noah dance before, so you didn’t know what to expect, but when you saw the way your nana was leading him, not the other way around, you were sure even if he had a secret talent in the form of dancing, he didn’t have a chance to show it.

You and your cousins were having so much fun watching Noah suffer to keep up with her, all three of you with cameras in your hands to make sure this moment won’t be forgotten.

“I’ve never seen someone look so scared as him, Ella you sh-” your cousin stopped mid sentence which made you turn your head only to see your mom standing by your table.

“Hi.” she said, to all of you, but her eyes were on you.

“Hi.” you told her back.

“Can I steal you for a moment?” she asked with hopeful eyes.

You took one last look at Noah and your nana, who was currently squeezing Noah’s bicep through his suit and then stood up from your seat, “Lead the way.”

She led you outside back to the place where the ceremony was held.

“Are you having fun? I saw your boyfriend on the dancefloor with nana, poor guy.” she said with a laugh, obviously not aware of your mood.

“Can’t really say I’m having fun today.” you said truthfully, tired of hiding the truth from her.

“Did you like the ceremony?” she still had a smile on her face and ignored your words.

“I don’t know, I guess.” you shrugged your shoulders, interested in where this conversation will go.

“Do you like my dress?” she asked another question.

“Yeah, they are nice.” your face remained emotionless and her smile slowly disappeared.

“I’m trying here Ella.”

“Me too.”

“I appreciate you coming today, really.” you didn’t know what to say so you just nodded. “You’re never gonna stop, will you?”

“Stop what?”

“Stop this stubborn act. You’re an adult and you should start acting like one. I’m married now and your opinion won’t change it.”

“You know what, let’s not make this day a bad memory for your own good. So I’m gonna go back inside and pretend like this conversation never happened.” you really were trying to be the bigger person and remain calm. As much as you wanted to yell the truth in her face, you knew someone could hear you and you didn’t want to cause any drama.

You didn’t even take two steps before she spoke up again, “He’s not good enough for you.”

You stopped walking, not turning around to face her, because you were sure if you saw her face you’d do something regretful.

“I haven't had a chance to talk with him yet, but I know guys like him.” she continued.

Noah, she was talking about Noah.

“Do you?” you turned around to find her still sitting down in one of the chairs.

“He’s handsome, but boys like him are trouble.”

You couldn’t believe what was just happening. She just got married to someone so narcissistic and now she’s giving you dating advice?

“I don’t appreciate you talking like that about him.”

“Doesn’t feel nice right? To hear things like that about someone you care about.” she smirked and you knew what she was trying to do. She was throwing your words back at you.

“You don’t know him.”

“I don’t need to. Look at him, only criminals have tattoos like these. Are his parents paying for his studies? Can’t see a guy like this not dropping out the first week.” she didn’t know what she woke up in you with those words.

“You don’t know him.” you repeated, “That’s the difference. I’ve lived under the same roof as Richard for years, I know him and I know he’s not a good person. You don’t get to judge Noah by his appearance just because you want to hurt me. Leave him out of it.”

“You brought him here.”

“That doesn’t give you any rights to talk about him like that.” you started to raise your voice at her, something she never liked.

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m your mother.” 

You snorted at that statement, her actions toward you far from how a mother would treat her child.

“Yeah whatever. Enjoy the rest of the night, we’re leaving.” you started walking back with tears blurring your vision.

“Don’t come crying to me after he breaks your heart Ella!” she shouted at you and you saw red.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” you turned around and shouted back at her, “He’s not my boyfriend and yet he still treats me better than your husband will ever treat you. He’s my friend and he’s always there for me when I need him. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, because you were never there for me. You never validated my feelings and opinions, but he does. And so what if he ever breaks my heart? He’ll still be someone who cared for me, someone I loved. Can’t say the same about you.” you spat those words in her direction and before she processed what you just said to her you turned around and walked back inside.

Your eyes started looking for Noah. He wasn’t back at the table, he wasn’t on the dancefloor with your nana, so you kept scanning the room and felt the anxiety rising in your body.

You didn’t want anyone to see you cry and for sure didn’t want to face your mom again.

Finally you found Noah’s face in the sea of others, he was sitting at your grandparents table talking to you grandfather.

You prayed he’d feel your gaze on him, because you didn’t want to go and get him in the state you were in.

Suddenly, as if he could hear your thoughts, his head turned around and his eyes met yours. His face immediately turned from smiling to concerned look and he excused himself from the conversation.

He closed the gap between you with a few quick steps, his hand already reaching for yours.

“Can we leave please.” you whispered at the verge of breaking down in front of everyone.

“Of course. I’ll get our things, wait for me outside, yeah?”

You just nodded and watched Noah grab your purse and his jacket and then started walking outside.

*

The silence and darkness of the night finally let you take in a deep breath. When Noah met you outside he put his jacket over your shoulders and didn’t ask any questions.

Thankfully you didn’t have to wait for a cab as there were already few of them waiting, ready to give lift to anyone who wanted to be back home before midnight.

You were silently crying in the back of the cab, your quiet sobs only heard by Noah, because the driver was occupied with singing to a song on the radio. Noah’s hand found yours in a comforting gesture, but you kept looking outside the window to calm your mind.

When the driver stopped in front of your hotel your cheeks were dry, eyes swollen and red from all the crying. But you had no tears left in your body.

*

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Noah asked and sat down next to you on the bed which you left unmade that morning.

“No. Not now.” you were drained from the emotional rollercoaster and wanted to forget the whole day and talking about it wouldn’t help.

You two sat in silence side by side. It was silent enough that you could hear Noah’s breathing along feeling his shoulders move up and down with each breath.

You couldn’t tell how much time has passed since you entered the small room you two were sharing.

Noah was the first to break the silence when he stood up with his back to you and scrolled through his phone until he found what he was looking for.

The first chords of Stripped started playing through the speaker, Noah’s movement to place the device on the wooden table only made the sound of the song louder.

He turned to face you and his hand was reaching out in your direction. He saw your confused look and just chuckled for himself.

“We didn’t dance at the wedding.” he said like it was obvious.

“Are you serious?” you felt the corners of your mouth twitch when you realized what he was asking from you.

You noticed his tie was loosened and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, his tattoos peeking from under the white fabric teasing you. His hair was messier now and his lips were holding a contagious smile.

“Come on, dance with me.” he didn’t wait for you to grab his hand and took his jacket off of your shoulders instead. Then with the slow drag of his fingers down your arm he intertwined your fingers with his and made you stand up.

🎶Come with me into the trees

We'll lay on the grass and let the hours pass

Take my hand, come back to the land

Let's get away, just for one day🎶

He placed your right arm on his shoulder and placed his on your waist. Your bodies started to sway along to the music, lifting your weights from one leg to the other.

You felt the heat from Noah’s body when he pressed you more into his chest and closed your eyes, enjoying the moment.

🎶Let me see you stripped

Down to the bone

Let me hear you make decisions

Without your television

Let me hear you speaking just for me🎶

Lyrics of this song were painfully truthful. You both saw each other stripped down to the bone at this point, your emotional connection now more than just a friends with benefits. You and Noah were real friends, and knew each other on a level that not many people have. You opened up to each other with all your traumas and sorrows.

Noah used the hand on your waist to gently push you away from him and lifted your connected hands, making you do a twirl. You felt your dress lift from the skin of your legs and flow around your body. Before you had a chance to figure out his next move, he swiftly moved his hands to your body in a way that he could bend his knees and put you in a backbend. Your faces were close in this position, you could feel his nose brush against yours.

“I can see why nana didn’t want to let go of you.” you said with a laugh.

Suddenly, Noah pulled you back up and put you both to the original position.

“She’s amazing, I think I love her.” he said also with a laugh and tucked your head under his chin.

🎶Metropolis has nothing on this

You're breathing in fumes

I taste when we kiss

Take my hand

Come back to the land

Where everything's ours for a few hours🎶

You both got quiet again, both lost in your own thoughts. You took the moment in with a sudden need to remember every detail of it. You knew something like this will probably never happen again and you felt like this was a rare and intimate moment for you both.

Noah’s hand gently rubbed your back as he led you around the room following the rhythm of the song.

🎶Let me see you stripped

Down to the bone

Let me hear you speaking just for me

Let me hear you crying just for me

Let me see you stripped

Down to the bone🎶

You raised your head from Noah’s chest and looked up at him. The lights were off, but a mix of the street lights and moonlight made Noah’s face look so soft. The hand that was on his shoulder slowly crept higher until you slid your fingers through his hair.

He lowered his head enough for your foreheads to touch and dragged his hand up your back until it caressed your exposed skin and found its way to the back of your neck.

You rubbed your noses against each other and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. You both wanted it, but waited who’s going to make the first move.

When you felt Noah squeeze the back of your neck a little you couldn’t wait anymore and pulled him into a kiss. Your bodies stopped swaying when the song ended, leaving you only with heavy breaths and silence.

The way you kissed each other mirrored the atmosphere of the moment, slow, gentle and intimate. Neither of you could see it, but both of your faces were full of desire and passion.

Noah slowly walked you back until you reached your shared bed and then turned you around so when he sat down you could straddle his lap.

Your hands found the buttons of his shirt without breaking the kiss and you took your sweet time with each one of them. At the bottom you pulled it out of his pants and slid it down his toned arms. His hands sneaked back around your waist and pulled you closer to his already hard erection. You felt it through the fabric of his pants and moved your hips in a hope for some fraction.

Noah’s lips left yours and slid down to your neck while he continued to encourage your hips to keep moving.

Your dress was rolled up at your waist so the sensation you felt from your hips moving in sync was intensive.

“Noah.” you breathed out his name, knowing very well where this position will get you.

“Keep going.” he encouraged you, but you wanted to feel more of him. Your hand slid down his chest and started undoing his belt. After a few tries you finally got it open and quickly moved from Noah’s lap so he could take them off. You went to take off your dress, but Noah stopped you.

“Keep them on, I want to see you cum looking this pretty for me.” he pulled you back on his lap and started moving your hips again.

You felt the outline of his dick between your folds and gripped his shoulders to stable yourself. The pace of your movements quicked just like the growing heat in your tummy.

“So pretty, I could watch you like this forever.” Noah whispered and grabbed your chin to make you look him in the eyes. After all the hurt and sadness he saw in your eyes in the last 24 hours he wanted to see the euphoric look you always had when you reached your high.

It took you a few more rolls of your hips and the first orgasm took over you, the intensity of Noah’s stare making it even more pleasurable.

You saw the look in his eyes and didn’t waste any time with words. His lips were swollen from the kissing and his eyes were full of sex.

You started kissing him, this time more needy. Tongues and teeth were included, both of you expressing hunger for the other.

You reached into his underwear and started stroking his cock which made his head fall back and a few moans escaped his mouth. Now you enjoyed the view under you.

Noah got lost for a moment, but he knew he’d cum soon if he didn’t stop now. He reached for the zip of your dress and gathered all of it in his hands so he could pull it over your head and threw it away along with his own clothes.

He stood up with you in his arms and turned around so you felt the soft mattress under you. Your hands were all over his body just like his were on yours. He palmed your breasts until he felt your nipples harden against the skin of his them.

You took your panties off to give him a sign that you needed him. His underwear followed not long after yours and he reached into his backpack for a condom.

You watched him roll it down on himself and slid your hand between your legs. You applied just a bit of pressure to your clit and watched Noah stroke his cock to get ready.

For a moment you both just looked at each other touching yourselves.

“Noah please.” you whined when your hand wasn’t enough.

“Please what?” he smirked.

“Fuck me.” it was almost unbelievable to hear those words from you, when just a few months ago you were shy even about kissing him.

No more time was wasted as Noah lined himself at your entrance and watched your facial expressions as he slowly slid into you. When he was fully in, he leaned down on his elbows to capture your lips in a kiss.

His thrusts were hard and quick, just like you both needed it.

“Harder.” you whined against his lips and held his face close to yours so he couldn’t pull away. You were a moaning mess underneath him. Noah’s brows were furrowed in bliss and concentration to make you both cum.

It was messy, the sounds of your connected bodies and hungry kisses. The room smelled like sex and sweat.

Your hands slid down Noah’s back and your nails scratched his back. He groaned in pleasure and laid his head down on your chest.

His lips found your nipple and sucked on it, sending your eyes in the back of your head.

You didn’t know what to focus on, the feeling of Noah filling you or his lips on your sensitive buds.

“I’m close.” his voice was muffled against your skin. You pulled him up by his hair, you wanted him closer to you.

You pushed two of your fingers inside of his mouth and felt his hot tongue swirl around them while holding eye contact. You pulled them out with a silent pop and put your hand between your bodies to touch your clit.

That gesture pushed all of Noah’s buttons and his thrust became unsteady. His dick slipping in and out of you along your fingers working on your clit was enough to send you over the edge for the second time and you were the one to break the intense eye contact with Noah.

Your head fell into the mattress and you let out a loud moan along with Noah’s name. Your walls squeezed his cock as he was fucking you through your after shocks and you heard his little whimpers that he always does when he’s close.

“Fuck me Noah, cum inside me.” you became conscious again and used his own weapon against him, words.

He looked into your eyes until the last second he was able to hold his head up, then you felt warmth even through the thin plastic barricade that was separating you and his head fell in the crook of your neck.

You heard mix of “fucks” and “oh gods” mumbled against your skin and more of Noah’s weight on your body as his elbows started to betray him.

Before he could fully collapse onto you, he slipped out of your pussy and laid down next to you.

He was still catching his breath, so you reached for the blanket that was messily laying next to you and pulled it over both of your bodies.

You cuddled into his chest and he was finally able to put one of his arms around. You continued to lay in silence, neither of you finding the right words to say after one of the best sexes you had together.

When you felt sleep taking over your tired body, you lifted your head so you could look him in the eyes when you said “Thanks for coming with me here, it means a lot.”. He gave you a tired smile and little nod, then his hand pulled you down and he gave you a kiss on the forehead. He gently laid your head back on his chest so you both could fall asleep after the long day.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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