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Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Chapter Eight

chapter warnings: brief mention of a joint, a lot of arguing...

i feel like this is really the turning point in this fic and i'm kinda nervous to finally put it out there... anyways happy friday!! next weeks post might be a little late as i'm going to paris for the week with my best friend!! so i wont be so active :)

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“Noah.” You swallowed, forcing down the lump in your throat. “Go after her. She never deserved to be sucked into our mess. If Amy ever meant anything to you, you’d go after her right now. You'd go after her and you’d apologise. For everything. Please, Noah."

But he didn’t move.

And then Amy’s voice echoed in your head, full of heartbreak.

“He’s yours, y/n. He was always yours.”

Noah's eyes stayed focused on you, and you couldn't bring yourself to meet them, knowing you'd give in, knowing how easy it'd be. You stared out the window instead, watching Folio and Bryan talk, pretending this wasn't making you feel sick.

"Y/n? Look at me..." He spoke, his voice voice vulnerable, and you feared you knew where this was going to go.

But you didn't reply, you shook your head, your gaze still focused outside.

And finally, with a sigh and a shake of his head, he walked away, towards the front door.

Only when you watched the door shut behind him, did you let out the breath you were holding, along with a choked sob.

For a moment, you didn't think he was going to do it. You didn't think he was going to go after her, and you were afraid of how that made you feel.

...

Noah took a slow breath as he climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The soft glow of light spilled out from beneath his bedroom door. She was here.

But he already knew that. He could hear her quiet sobs.

His fingers curled around the handle, and he slowly pushed it open.

“Amy…”

She didn’t look up. She was by the closet, tossing her clothes into her suitcase which sat open on Noah's bed, already hall full.

“Ames-”

“Don’t,” she cut him off, voice sharp but trembling. “Don’t apologise, don't bother trying to fix this. I’m doing what I should've done weeks ago- months, even.”

Noah stepped into the room, hesitant, like a stranger in his own home.

“I can’t keep giving my love to people who don’t give it back,” she said, her back still to him. “It’s exhausting, Noah.”

He sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight like a sigh.

“I am sorry,” he said softly. “I never thought I’d see her again. I told myself I was over it, that it was done, I don't know why-”

She turned, eyes flashing, her pain flaring into fury.

“Don’t,” she said again, voice cracking. “Don’t insult me with that... You never loved me in the first place, did you?”

Noah didn’t answer, he couldn't. He wanted to lie, to say yes, but she deserved better.

She deserved the truth.

“I never ever wanted to hurt you,” he said. “God, Amy, I tried. The trips, the late nights, the dinners, everything... I kept hoping one day it would all feel real. That I’d wake up and realise I didn’t miss her anymore, and that I'd love you. That I’d look at you and forget what it felt like to love someone else. But that’s not how love works. Not the real kind.”

Amy exhaled sharply, her expression unreadable. She blinked back tears, but they were already falling.

“Then why did you let me stay?” she asked, her voice quieter now. ���Why let me fall deeper, knowing you didn't feel it back, when you were still broken over her? Why let me believe we had something, that we were building something?”

“Because I saw you trying,” Noah said. “Because I wanted it to be enough. I wanted to want you and not her! I hated myself for not being able to give you the same in return. I kept thinking maybe if we just kept going, one day I’d catch up.”

Her laugh was hollow, bitter.

“So you just settled for me because you couldn't have her?”

“No,” he said quickly. “You were never a distraction. You weren’t a replacement. I didn’t kiss you and picture her, Amy. I didn’t sleep beside you and pretend. That would’ve made me a monster, and I’m not that.”

“But you didn’t love me,” she said, her voice cracking like glass. “You were trying to love me. There’s a difference.”

Noah sighed as he stood up, running a hand through his hair as he thought about how to word what he wanted to say.

“I'm sorry, Amy. I'm sorry I couldn't be the man you wanted. You deserved someone who didn’t flinch every time her name came up. Someone who didn’t pause before saying ‘I love you.’ Someone who didn’t carry someone else’s ghost into every fucking room.”

Amy turned away, wiping her eyes quickly, almost angrily.

“You’re right,” she whispered. “You’re absolutely right.”

There was a long pause. Then she looked back at him, and her voice dropped to something almost gentle, almost sad.

“And the worst part is, I still can’t hate you.”

That cut deeper than anything else she couldve said.

“I want to. I want to scream at you and throw shit and burn everything we had to the ground, but I can’t. Because you were still good to me. Because I know you didn’t mean to do this. And that’s what makes it so fucking hard to walk away... Because you're all I ever wanted, Noah.”

Noah moved toward her, slowly, as if afraid she’d break if he got too close.

He wanted her to stay, he wanted to say they could make it work, but he didn't want to lie to her. He may not have been in love with her, but he loved her enough to know she deserved better.

“I never wanted to do this to you,” he said. “I’m sorry, Amy. I’m so sorry.”

He reached for her and pulled her into his arms as she started to sob again.

“I loved being with you,” she said into his chest. “Even if it wasn’t forever. I did love you, Noah.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know you did. And I would've done anything to be able to give you that love back, but you deserve better. And I know the right guy is out there somewhere, just waiting for you to come into his life and change it forever.”

She pulled back after a moment, her eyes swollen and red, but still somehow soft.

“I need to go. Please don’t follow me, don't call, don't text. My friends will be over to get the rest of my stuff in the week. Just… let me have this goodbye.”

He nodded.

She wheeled her suitcase toward the door, pausing just once to glance back.

“I hope you figure it out with her. I really do. And I hope she realises how lucky she is to have you.”

“Amy, wait,” he called out, voice hoarse. “Thank you. For everything, for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. Thank you for not making this harder than it should be.”

She gave a small, broken smile.

“What does fighting even fix?” She murmured.

And then she left.

He heard when the front door clicked shut behind her, and Noah stood frozen in place, the sound echoing through the house like a final nail in the coffin. He stared at the dent her suitcase wheels had left in the hallway carpet.

Amy was gone.

And he let her go.

She didn't deserve to be burdened by him any longer.

He dragged a hand down his face, his breathing uneven, like his body hadn’t caught up to the moment yet. He should’ve chased her. Should’ve said something more. Fought. But what was the point? She was right. Every word. Every tear.

He slumped down on the floor in the hallway, back against the wall, staring blankly at the opposite wall like it might offer him an answer.

Amy had picked him up when he was at his lowest.

When he couldn’t sleep without nightmares, she was there to hold him and calm him down.

When he thought about quitting the band, she talked sense into him and made him realise he was overreacting.

When he had convinced himself that love was something he wasn't worthy of, she loved him anyway.

She held his hand through panic attacks. She made him breakfast when he couldn’t leave bed. She put him back together after you had torn him to pieces.

And still… he couldn't love her back.

Because all it took was you walking back into his life for everything he built (or tried) with Amy to unravel.

He slammed his fist against the floorboard, the thud dull but final. He hated that he was angry. He shouldn't be angry. Amy was the innocent one in all this. She gave him everything. But the truth was bitter and ugly and loud in his head,

If you hadn’t come back, he might have been okay.

He might’ve convinced himself he could love Amy enough.

He might’ve built a new life, one that didn’t include you.

But now?

Now he was sitting in a cold, quiet, empty house, and all he could see was your face. The way you looked at him when you first saw him again. Like you didn’t expect him to still hurt.

Like you didn’t know he was still in love with you.

He stood up and stormed into the kitchen, yanking open a cupboard and reaching for a glass. In the past, this is when he would've turned to alcohol. He didn't pretend the thought didn't briefly cross his mind, but refused to let you be the one to break him again. So instead, he poured a glass of juice, letting out a humourless chuckle as he stared at it.

...

A couple days later, you left with Folio to go back to the studio at Noah’s house. You wouldn't admit it, but you wanted to see how he was holding up, you wanted to know whether he took your advice or not.

But judging by the atmosphere in the room, you could've guessed what happened.

The guys were supposed to be deep in their work, aiming to finish the album in the next few days, but it was clear the vibe was off. The creative energy they needed? Nowhere to be found.

They were all struggling, getting distracted, except for Noah, who was in the zone. He hadn’t spoken a word since you all got here, and the only sound that filled the room was the click of his mouse, rewinding and replaying the same track over and over again.

After an hour of suffocating silence, Noah finally broke. He sat up in his chair, his fingers twitching at the keyboard as if hoping to make the song sound right by sheer willpower.

“Something still doesn’t sound right,” he muttered under his breath. “I just can’t fucking tell.”

"Maybe it's your voice." You said under your breath, smirking as your eyes stayed focused on your phone.

He groaned, shoving the headphones off his head, dropping them to the desk. The sudden motion startled everyone, but it was his tone of voice that made everyone freeze.

“I can’t fucking breathe in here.”

Noah stood abruptly, his chair scraping across the floor in protest, and without another word, he stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him with a force that rattled the walls.

The silence that followed was too loud. You could feel the tension thick in the air, as if the whole room was holding its breath.

Nobody moved a muscle.

You stared at the door Noah had just stormed out of, brows furrowing. You could feel the weight of the moment.

He was spiralling, and it was obvious.

“Aren’t one of you gonna follow him?” You asked, your voice cutting through the stillness. But there was no answer at first, jsut a lot of uncomfortable shifting and a few hesitant glances exchanged between the guys.

They were all too scared to go after him.

You raised an eyebrow and sighed, irritation creeping up your spine.

“Fine,” you muttered, pushing yourself out of your seat. “If you're all being pussies I guess I’ll go! I've been his emotional punching bag for long enough."

The rest of the band remained seated, the air thick with reluctance. You didn’t blame them. Nobody wanted to get involved in Noah’s mess, but you couldn’t just sit there while he fell apart. You were sure you were partly behind the reason he was like this, after all.

You made your way through the hall and up the stairs, your footsteps echoing louder than they should’ve in the quiet house.

You paused at the door to his bedroom. You heard a thud, like the sound of something being thrown, probably his phone. It was followed by a long exhale, full of frustration and pain.

You knocked lightly.

“Noah?” Your voice cracked around his name.

“Go away.” He snarled, but you refused to back down, pushing the door open anyway.

“No. You’re not doing this.” You stepped inside, closing it carefully behind you like the room might shatter if you moved too fast. Noah was hunched over on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands. You didn’t move closer right away, but you kept your distance, trying to find the right words. “No one else came to check on you. I just… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He didn’t look up. 

“Everyone else respects me enough to leave me the fuck alone.” His voice was bitter, thick with anger and pain. “And drop the ‘caring’ act, y/n. You don’t fool me.”

You winced at the coldness in his words, but still didn’t back down. 

“I do care.” You lowered your voice, choosing your words carefully as you sat down beside him, just far enough to give him space but close enough to show you weren’t going anywhere. “You’ve been quieter than usual. You’ve seemed distant… Did something happen that night?... Is it Amy?”

He looked up slowly, his eyes bloodshot and wild with anger and frustration. 

“Yeah.” His voice shook. “I came back to find her packing her shit. And I couldn't let her stay and hurt her anymore, so I just let her go. I’ve done enough damage. She deserves someone better, and I... I could never be that guy.”

You felt the weight of his words, a knot forming in your throat. 

“I’m sorry, Noah.” You frowned, your voice softening. “For the part I played in it. I feel terrible. If I never came back-”

He let out a bitter laugh, a sharp sound that hit you harder than anything he’d said yet. 

“You think this was that simple?” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with a mix of disbelief and pain. “God, you’re so fucking naive.”

“What do you mean?” You felt the crack in your voice before you could even mask it.

He stood abruptly, pacing now, fingers digging into his scalp like he was trying to rip out the thoughts that plagued him. 

“It made no difference whether you came back or not, 'cause this time it's my fault, okay?” He exhaled sharply, his voice trembling with frustration. “I knew it from the beginning... It wasn’t real. She was just a goddamn distraction. A warm body to hold on to while the person I actually wanted was out of reach… I never meant for it to be anything serious but I needed something to make my mind off other things.”

Your heart stopped.

“What do you m-” You didn’t even get the chance to finish the question before he turned on you.

“I mean you!” He roared, the rawness of his voice breaking through the anger. “Amy never stood a chance, did she?”

You swallowed hard, wanting to say something but he just continued.

“I tried.” His voice cracked. “I tried so fucking hard to love her like she deserved, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her, not really. She deserves someone who can, someone whose mind isn't always somewhere else, someone who doesn't need to convince himself that this was what he wanted.” He sank back onto the bed, face buried in his hands again. “I was broken, I was hurting, and she was there. She helped put me back together after the mess you made.”

You blinked, nodding slowly, everything in you turning cold. 

“Oh… so now it is my fault.”

He shot you a look, furious and defensive. 

“I never fucking said that.”

You stood up, the frustration boiling over. 

“No, I get it now. Instead of healing, instead of dealing with your own shit, you dragged this innocent girl into your life. You gave her false hope and fucked her over just to keep your mind off of me?!”

His eyes darkened. 

“Well if you didn't lie to me, go behind my back, sleep with another guy for months, none of this would've ever happened.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the sting of his words. 

“You really think you’re the only one who got hurt? You left that night without a word. I called and I texted and I got nothing, so I got the message loud and clear- you wanted nothing more to do with me. Do you know how much that hurt me? I loved you, Noah, and yes I know I hurt you, we hurt each other, and I don’t how many times I can apologise but I’m sick of us going in circles. What else can I do?”

Noah turned away, shoulders tense with frustration, but you could see the hesitation in his movements.

“Leave,” he muttered, his voice low. “That’ll fix everything.”

“No!” You snapped, a fire lighting in your chest. “Running solves nothing, Noah. Haven’t we learned that already? Look, whether you admit it or not, we both know there’s still something here. I don’t know what the hell it is, but I want us to at least get along for our friends, and then maybe… one day, we could explore whatever the hell this is between us. Because I still care about you. More than I probably should. And I don’t want to watch you keep hurting people just because you refuse to face the truth about what’s going on. So no, I'm not leaving.”

He shot you a look, his anger flaring again. 

“Well, I’m not gonna fuck you now that she’s gone, if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. Your chest tightened, and for a moment, the air left your lungs.

Something inside you snapped. You straightened, the cold edge of your voice slicing through the space between you. 

“Wow. Fuck you, Noah.” He stared at you, his expression hardening, but you didn’t care. “You really think so little of me? After everything, you think I came here for that?... God, you make me sick.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You grabbed the door handle with white-knuckled force, slamming it open as you stormed out of the room.

…

The air in the studio a few hours later was tense. Noah spent most of his time in the booth recording vocals, which you were thankful for as you were too afraid to open your mouth around him, knowing he’d just twist whatever you said and throw it back in your face.

You’d told Bryan and Folio about the argument you'd had- tear-streaked and shaking when you returned, you couldn't not tell them. They were the only ones in the room at the time, and both agreed Noah had crossed a line, even for someone hurting.

“Can I hear that back?” Noah asked, walking over to where Jolly was seated, listening to the playback.

“What song are you guys-” You began, wanting to join the conversation, to show a little interest in what they were working on.

“Can you shut up for two seconds? I’m trying to listen to this.” Noah snapped, cutting you off without even looking at you.

“Noah,” Matt warned, shooting him a pointed look.

Noah just rolled his eyes. 

“Still doesn’t sound right,” he muttered, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Try a lower tone, maybe?” Jolly offered gently. “We can do a few takes and layer some background vocals.”

Noah gave a stiff nod and returned to the booth.

“You guys are really grinding today, huh?” You said with a small smile, trying to shake off the sting of his words.

“Yeah,” Matt replied with a nod. “We want to wrap the album by the end of the week. Got a show this weekend, so we’re pushing hard to finish before that.”

“You do?” you blinked.

“Yep,” Ruffilo said. “Playing our first festival of the year, so we set that as our deadline.”

“You guys are playing a festival and didn’t think to tell me?” you laughed, trying to keep it light.

“Course we didn’t,” Noah’s voice snarled as he walked back out of the booth. “It’s none of your business.”

You blinked, thrown. 

“Well… you guys are my friends, so it kind of is my business.”

“And this is my band. And it’s none of your fucking business.”

“Noah, what’s-” you started, but he cut you off again, voice rising.

“No! I don’t fucking get it! You’re not in the band, but since you came back you’ve been here every day we’ve been recording. Why? What does any of this have to do with you?”

You stared at him in disbelief, heart racing.

“Maybe I wanted to support you,” you snapped, standing up now. “Maybe I wanted to spend time with my friends. I don’t know, Noah- maybe I care!” You grabbed your bag and shoved your things into it, hands trembling. “But I’m tired of this, I can see I’m not welcome here. So screw you.”

“Y/n, no,” Matt said, standing too. “Don’t listen to him.”

“No, he’s right,” You said, turning to face Noah one last time, your voice shaking with anger. “I’m not part of the band!”

You took a breath and let it all out.

“You are a selfish, cold-hearted bastard. Amy’s better off without you, and I hope you stay sad and alone for the rest of your life, because no one should ever have to put up with your shit the way I have!”

Noah didn’t flinch. He just looked at you, expression unreadable, and said coldly. 

“Yeah? And I wonder who made me this way.”

You shook your head. 

The door slammed behind you with a force that rattled the frame, leaving a heavy silence in your wake.

Noah didn’t move.

“Dude,” Bryan said, his voice low with disbelief. “What the fuck was that?”

Noah shrugged, still staring at the door like he was waiting for it to swing back open. 

“She shouldn’t have been here.”

“Oh come on,” Folio snapped, standing up. “That was brutal, even for you.”

“She’s not part of the band,” Noah said defensively. “I’m sick of her hovering around, acting like she belongs here.”

“She does belong here,” Jolly chimed in, pulling off his headphones. “And you know it.”

“C’mon, man, she comes here to show she cares and shows an interest and you just humiliated her in front of all of us.”

Noah exhaled, jaw clenched. 

“You don’t get it.”

“Then help us get it,” Bryan said. “Because right now it just looks like you’re taking your shit out on the wrong person.”

“She’s not innocent.” Noah muttered, almost to himself.

“Even if she’s not,” Bryan said firmly, “You didn’t have to go off like that. You made her cry, again. That’s not who you are, man. She’s been my best friend for longer than I’ve known you and I am not going to watch you hurt her again.”

Noah sat down, staring at the ground, silent.

Matt exchanged a look with Folio, then leaned forward, rubbing his hands together like he was trying to shake the tension off. 

“I have an idea. If Folio’s cool with it, why don’t we go back to their place once we’re done here? I think we all need a break, and you can talk to her there.”

Folio nodded. 

“That’s cool with me. What do you think?”

Noah let out a slow breath. 

“I’ll come, but I’m not promising I’ll talk to her.”

Matt shook his head, exasperated.

“Do you know how fucking childish you sound, man?”

Noah narrowed his eyes but didn’t argue.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be, on both of you,” Matt continued. “Yeah, maybe she put you through hell, maybe you’ve got every reason to be pissed, but never once has she given up on you. Even earlier when you stormed off, nobody else got up to check on you- but she did. If that doesn’t say what kind of person she is then I don’t know what does.”

Matt softened, just slightly, before adding,

“You need to make amends before it’s too late.”

…

You were curled up on the couch, a rerun of some old sitcom playing in the background as you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, planning ideas for how you’d decorate the back yard. The front door creaked open, followed by a familiar mix of voices echoing through the hallway.

“Hey,” you smiled, lifting your head, “What are you guys doing here?”

“We needed a break from the studio,” Matt said, flopping down beside you on the couch. “Folio said we could come hang here for a bit.”

“Needed to get away from Noah?” you joked, chuckling- until the silence that followed hung heavy in the air.

“I’m here too, dumbass.”

Your smile faltered as your face flushed. You quickly turned back to the TV, noticing Matt struggling to hold back a laugh beside you.

“So… What you looking at?” Matt asked, glanicng over at your phone screen. 

“I want to get into gardening and grow some plants, maybe have a little patch in the backyard.”

“Then Matt’s your guy.” Nicholas smiled, sitting down on the other side of you, “Gardener by day, sound tech by night.” 

“Really?” You asked, and Matt nodded. 

“I could help you out if you want?”

“That’d be great! Thank you,” you grinned, before yawning, checking the time on your phone, “It wouldn’t be rude of me to go to bed now, would it? Since you guys just got here.”

“Course not.” Ruff smiled. 

“But uh… Noah has something to say to you before you turn in.”

“I don’t care. He’s said enough.” You huffed, getting up from the couch, taking your glass out to the kitchen.

But there they were, standing outside by the backdoor, Folio had clearly lit a joint and they were sharing it on the patio, but when Bryan held it out to Noah, he shook his head, and caught a glimpse of you.

You turned your back to the door, rinsing your glass in the sink, hoping they’d all just stay outside. But before you could dry your hands, you heard the door creak open.

Careful footsteps moved behind you.

You didn’t have to look to know it was him.

“I’m not in the mood for another fight.” You said flatly, still facing the sink.

“I’m not here to fight,” Noah replied, his voice softer than you expected. “I just… I wanted to talk.”

You dried your hands slowly, bracing yourself.

“Then talk.”

There was a pause before he spoke again.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what I said. And how I acted.” His voice was strained, like it took effort to get the words out. “And I owe you an apology. A real one.”

You stayed quiet.

“I’ve been lashing out at you,” he continued, stepping a little closer, “Because it’s easier than actually dealing with my shit. I’ve blamed you, snapped at you, ignored you... and none of that was fair.”

Your fingers clenched around the dish towel as you turned slightly, catching a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. He looked tired. 

“I kept telling myself you could handle it,” he said, voice low. “That you were strong enough to take it. That you’d be fine..."

You swallowed hard, your throat beginning to ache.

“I’ve been unfair. And cruel, even. And I guess I just wanted to say I see it now,” he said. “I see the way I’ve made you feel. And I’m sorry. You’ve only ever tried to be there, to fix things, and I’ve been nothing but a dick.”

Your arms crossed tightly over your chest, but your defenses were already starting to crack.

“I thought maybe I deserved it,” you whispered, voice trembling. “This was me paying for what I did to you…”

Noah’s face shifted, the guilt visibly crashing down over him.

“No,” he said softly. “No, that isn't true. I was too hard on you, you didn’t deserve that…”

You blinked hard, but it was too late, the tears were already building, hot and sudden. You turned away, wiping at your face with the back of your hand.

“I’ve been holding that in for so long,” you said, your voice breaking. “Trying to act like I was okay with how things are now. Like I wasn’t constantly wondering when you’d look at me like a friend again. Or even just like someone you didn’t resent.”

He stepped forward again, slowly, like he didn’t want to startle you.

“I'm sorry, really. I don’t know if we can ever fix everything,” he said, “But I don’t want us to keep doing this, walking on eggshells, pretending like it doesn’t hurt.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks freely now, and you pressed your hands to your face, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

And then he moved.

Without a word, Noah stepped in and wrapped his arms around you.

You froze, stunned by the warmth of him. The weight of him.

His arms. Around you.

You crumbled against him, burying your face into his chest as you cried. It wasn’t loud, but it was raw. Painful. Like letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding for too long.

Noah held you like he didn’t know how to do anything else. Like he’d wanted to do this for a long time but had been too stubborn to let himself.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words brushing against your hair. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You didn’t speak. You just let yourself fall apart for a minute, finally, safely, because for the first time in months, you didn’t feel alone in the mess.

When your crying seemingly came to an end, you slowly pulled back. He didn’t let you go right away, only loosening his hold enough so you could meet his eyes.

“I’m still hurt,” you said, voice hoarse. “And I’m still angry.”

“I know.” He nodded.

“But I don’t want to keep feeling like this. I don’t want to keep arguing every time we’re in the same space.”

He exhaled slowly, giving the smallest, almost grateful smile.

“Then let’s stop,” he said. “Let’s try to move forward. Not… destroy each other every time we speak.”

You gave a shaky laugh through your tears. 

“That sounds exhausting.”

“Less exhausting than this.”

You nodded. 

“Okay.”

It wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t even forgiveness, but it was a start.

“I’m gonna go to bed." You said softly.

“Alright.”

You paused in the doorway, your hand resting on the frame as you looked back at him.

“Goodnight, Noah.”

He gave a small nod, eyes meeting yours. 

“Goodnight, y/n… Will you be coming with us this weekend?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. 

“You want me to?”

His lips curved, just barely. 

“I know you’d never say no to a festival.”

Your heart tugged at the quiet truth of it.

He knew you too well.

You smiled faintly. 

“Then you already know my answer.”

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halloween party (noah sebastian x reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, Ghostface and Halloween-themed

It is October 31st, meaning it is both Halloween and my room mate Noah’s birthday. Every year we celebrate it at the same time, along with me, the rest of the band and some other friends and crew-members.

I start to get ready, and I had decided I wanted to be an attractive vampire this year for Halloween. I wear a fancy white blouse with a black leather corset on top, with rose detailed designs on it, making it look chic like and perfect for the costume. Underneath that I wear a short leather skirt, black thin tights and long, warm black socks for over my matching leather boots, detailed with spikes and chains. My black hair is styled a bit messy and my make up is dark with red, matching with the blood colored lipstick on my lips, that I smug a bit on the edges. When I look at the reflection of the mirror, I look satisfied and am ready for the party.

When I leave my room to head downstairs, I hear Noah's door open and close, making me smile in excitement.

“Hey birthday guy—“

I want to greet him, but as soon as I see what he is dressed up this year, which is Ghostface, I am stuck in my tracks. My lips part as I slightly swallow, my eyes taking in Noah, feeling my cheeks slowly flush. No way he is dressed up as Ghostface, my all time favorite horror character, someone I secretly swoon about sometimes, since I might… have a thing for masks.

Noah clearly notices me eyeing him up and down, as he then amusingly asks, “Like what you see, y/n?” His voice is a bit muffled by the mask.

“Eh, yeah, you—you look very cool as Ghostface,” I stumble, swallowing once again, quickly tucking strands of hair behind my ear as I then move past him, downstairs down to the kitchen, making me suddenly very aware how short my skirt is again as I move.

He follows me down to the kitchen, feeling his stare burning behind me, feeling like it's completely taking me in, making me heat up even more.

“When will the others arrive again?” I then ask once we are in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of our fridge and taking some quick gulps. Our kitchen and living room is decorated and in the Halloween spirit, something I loved to do for Noah since I love both decorating and Halloween.

Noah stands next to me, and I notice a slight smile present on his face under the mask by the bright lights in the kitchen, looking around at my decorations as well. “You have outdid yourself this year once again,” he comments, before remembering my question. “They should be here in like 20 minutes.”

I smile up at him, appreciating his compliment. “Thank you, always try my best.”

I turn to put the bottle back into the fridge, and when I then turn back around to Noah again, his mask is off, revealing his messy hair that is slightly pulled back, and in combination with the gloves and robe he is wearing I almost choke in my own breath.

“Jesus Christ,” I then mumble underneath my breath as a I move myself to the couch before I can embarass myself even more.

Noah and I have been roommates for a year now, being kind enough to rent and share his space with me, and if I’m being honest I have found him attractive from the start. But since we became good friends and he is mostly away on the road with his band, I decided to let the possibility of something more blooming between us go.

Noah lets out a low chuckle as he notices me looking flustered as he sits down right beside me, clearly being very much aware of the effect he has on me. “You okay?” he asks, a slight smile on his face as he tilts his head at me.

“Yeah,” I mumble, as I then watch him for a moment, my eyes ranking down to his costume again. “I can imagine that being warm inside,” I then nod to his outfit, flushing once again, so I quickly flick my eyes down to my lap. Damn, I hate being so flustered so fucking easily—I shouldn’t and I know that it’s wrong, but he looks even ten times hotter with that damn costume on.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment. “You’re not wrong,” he shrugs, before he lets his eyes move down to my outfit as well.

“I can imagine yours is a bit heavy as well,” he then comments, his eyes raking over my corset.

“Oh, it's okay,” I shrug with a sheepish smile, looking down at my white blouse and corset on top. “There’s a chance that I’ll take the blouse from underneath the corset off later this evening though, since the house will be pretty crowded and stuff.”

Noah nods slowly at my statement, the image seeming to flash before his eyes for a moment. “Maybe I should take my robe off for the same reason,” he then jokingly comments, winking in my direction, before he gets up from the couch again, heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink.

Oh, you definitely should, I mentally think to myself, feeling heated by his wink, and then quickly shake the thought away in embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later, Noah’s friends and band members arrive, all wishing him a happy birthday and some of my friends join us later. Even though Noah insisted that he did not want some special moment with a cake and candles he had to blow out, we of course did exactly that, and even though he rolled his eyes and pretended to be grumpy with his arms crossed in front of his chest, I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he secretly enjoyed it.

Later that evening, I’m sitting on the couch talking with some friends, laughing and drinking, and I feel Noah stealing some glances from me sometimes, making me blush and I stare back whenever I have the confidence. Now he just smugly smiles a bit, leaning against the counter with his Ghostmask off again, gloves wrapped around his beer, and my mind already goes to the most unholiest things so quickly—how the cold of the leather gloves would feel around my throat for example—

I clear my throat and quickly shake the thoughts away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with my friends again, mentally slapping myself against the head. I'm the worst.

But then, I feel someone sitting next to me, and almost jump when it's Noah, looking at me with an amused expression and some glint in his eyes that I can’t quite unravel yet.

“Noah,” I smile, “hi.”

He lifts his beer at me in a greeting gesture before smirking and turning his full attention to me. “How are you enjoying the party, Little Vampire?” he asks, coming up with a nickname right there on the spot, making me both blush in amusement and flattery.

He then leans back into the couch with a slight grin, before taking a sip from his drink. “Nice to see you didn’t cover your neck tonight.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his little joking comment. “Well, could say the same about the people around me, right? Need something to feed from after all,” I joke back.

He amusingly laughs at my remark, for sure noticing the redness once again spreading across my cheeks by the way his eyes seem to gleam even more.

Noah then leans in a little, making me let out an uncontrollable nervous breath, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before he looks into my eyes again, a mischievous glint now in his own dark ones.

“But have you found someone to feed of off yet? You’ve been eyeing me all night I’ve noticed.”

My eyes widen a little as he says that, my heart racing up a little, and I sheepishly smile at him.

“Have I? Oh—“

I blink as I don't know how to get the words out of my throat for a moment, and then proceed to quickly shake my head as my blush keeps spreading on my face, answering his question. “I have not found someone yet to feed, no—“

A smirk plays on Noah's lips as he notices my reaction, deciding to take it one step further. “Well you know… since it’s my birthday, I can give you a gift…” he then whispers into my ear.

Goosebumps appear on my skin as heat spreads now almost everywhere in my body at this point, and I slightly gasp at the feeling of one of his leather gloves then sliding up on my thigh.

“Aren’t people supposed to give you a gift when its their birthday?” I then answer back, looking at him through my lashes, the feeling of him squeezing the flesh of my thigh as well already unraveling so much inside of me already.

He lets out a playful hum, letting his hand travel further up now to my hip. He leans even more forward, his dark brown eyes trained on my lips again first before looking back into my eyes.

Then to my surprise he brushes his lips past my ear, his breath grazing my skin, making me hold my own. “Well… my birthday wish from you is to give me what you want most.”

A shaky breath escapes from my with red, blood colored painted lips, and I slightly turn my head to his face so our noses slightly brush against each other, faces dangerously close, making me able to feel his soft breathing through his nose brushing against my face.

I decide its now or never, wanting to take this chance, wanting him.

“How about you help a helpless vampire out and be my victim for tonight?” I whisper back, smiling slightly.

A slight grin forms on Noah's face as he hears my request. Leaning back a little he locks eyes with me for a moment before standing up, holding out his hand. “Follow me.”

With both nerves and excitement I take his hand, letting him pull me along towards the staircase that leads up to our apartments bedrooms, my heart pounding in my chest as we walk up side by side.

My mind is already spinning with nerves, desire and excitement. As soon as we reach his bedroom, he closes it behind us once we are in, and when he places his Ghostface mask back on his face again my eyes slightly widen, and the arousal between my legs begins to spread. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

Then, Noah grabs me and pins me against his door, his hands resting behind me on each side of my body. He tilts my head at him, the mask making him look somewhat scary and yet mysterious—mysterious enough for me to become more flustered than ever. His eyes wander down to my lips, seeing the need to press them against mine but he clearly wants the game to continue first, just a little bit longer—by sliding his knee up between my legs, resting between my thighs.

I whimper as he does that, heart racing even more, and I need to hold onto his biceps for support because of the heat already being spread between my thighs, making me light headed with desire—and of course his biceps feel hard and trained, just like they normally already look like, and it makes me ache for him even more.

Noah smirks at the feeling of me holding onto him. “Already so needy and wanting for me,” he says into my ear, his hands sliding down my sides, feeling the lace of my corset underneath his fingers. He presses up against me with his knee to gain a little bit more friction against my core, making me let out another gasp.

“Noah,” I can’t help but gasp out his name, making me flush a little.

He leans his face against my neck, slowly taking off his mask again to let his lips hovering over my skin, his breath grazing the area gently, before pressing a small peck to the skin. “I can only imagine the sounds I can get out of you tonight.”

His teeth tug at my earlobe, before moving down towards my jawline, placing another kiss there. I groan, then wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him even more against me, making me able to feel his excitement growing, and it makes everything inside of me flush and heat up, and the desire for him grow. The thought that I’m the one that makes him feel this needy, makes me feel even more worked up.

Noah's hips push against mine, his head now buried in my neck, kissing the skin, even teasingly biting the skin at various places, not hard enough to cause any real harm, but enough to cause red marks that’ll stay for a while.

“Aren’t I the vampire here though?” I can’t help but teasingly grin at that.

Pulling his face out from my neck he looks into my eyes, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as I say that. “I think you’re forgetting that tonight is my birthday, not yours, little vampire, and I get to do what I want… and right now, all I want is you.” He leans in towards my face, his lips just inches away from mine—so close, yet so far.

“And this is only the beginning of your gift to me.”

My doe eyes widen as I look up to him, eager and desperate, and I still stubbornly lean to his neck despite his words, placing a few kisses before marking some bits of his skin. I feel him shiver underneath my touch, a low groan escaping his lips, making my heart beat even faster.

When I pull back with a smug smile, I say, “Vampires still need to be fed, birthday or not.”

He takes a small step back from me, his dark eyes raking over my body slowly, a smirk creeping on his face. “Take off the corset.”

The fast beating of my heart goes up to the pulse of my neck as he asks me that, a confirmation of where I hoped this night between us would go, and I quickly nod as I then take off the corset, leaving me in just my thin white blouse, revealing the outline of my chest, and a fire builds up in the pit of my stomach by the way he watches my every move.

Noah then takes a slow step towards me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me close towards him, hips rubbing against mine again. I start to breathe heavily, hands trembling as I feel nervous yet excited.

Lifting my chin, he presses kisses to my jawline again, nipping at the skin here and there as well and it makes me softly moan, the other hand slowly moving up to my chest, as it goes underneath the fabric of my blouse. I enjoy the feeling of his warm, large hand there, making a ragged breath escape from my lips.

His fingers graze across my collarbone, feeling my skin underneath, and the touch is so light, almost like a feather is touching me. His lips trace up from my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently again. Then, he takes a step back, my eyes locked with his, before he speaks.

“Get on the bed, now.”

I eagerly nod at him, walking towards his bed, sitting down at it and already taking and kicking off my own boots without him having to ask me to, since I’m getting desperate and needy for him by the minute—I’ve fantasized about a moment like this for embarrassingly too long, and now that it’s finally happening I want it now.

Noah then watches me lay down on his bed, eyes raking over my frame, taking in what was going to be his gift for tonight. He walks over to me before straddling my hips, taking his gloves off with his teeth before letting them fall onto the ground. The sight of him doing that makes my eyes nearly pop out, it being one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Leaning down, Noah places teasing kisses on my cheek, then jaw, and slowly moving down to my neck again, his hands working on unbuttoning my blouse. His lips kiss every little part of exposed skin down from my neck, to my collarbones and then down to my chest, making me whimper and shift my hips against the mattress in anticipation—and I already feel like I'm getting taken to cloud nine.

He lets his tongue run across my skin, tasting me as he unbuttons the last few buttons of my blouse, making me gasp. He pushes the fabric off my arms and down onto the floor, then pulling back, looking down and taking in the sight of my skin and exposed chest. He licks his lips as his hands glide up to my sides, caressing the soft skin.

“So, so gorgeous,” he whispers in the dark, almost more towards himself it seems, his eyes drifting back up to meet mine after.

It feels like I’m exploding with fuel and desire inside, being lit up with every touch and look of him, making my heart hammer inside of my chest from nerves but especially excitement. My hips start to grind against his a bit, making me able to press a little against his bulge, and I have to bite back a amused smile by that, as I feel myself drooling between my legs by the feeling at the same time.

A low groan escapes Noah's lips as he looks back down between the both of us, getting stimulated by my movements. His lips then find my jaw again, teeth scraping the skin before pulling back to look into my eyes. He gives me a dark, smug look before he stands up from the bed, his hands slowly taking off his robe and the long sleeved shirt he wears underneath, letting it slide down his body as it falls to the ground by his feet. “Tell me how much you want me, sweetheart, so I can give you everything and more.”

And Jesus fucking Christ—he’s a sight, a goddamn hot, tattooed and worked out sight as I let my eyes roam over his exposed chest, flushing madly by it

“I want you,” I whisper as my eyes go back to his own darkened ones again, “for so long. Even more… like this.”

His lips curve into a smile as he slowly steps back towards me again, moving his hands down to his pants, slowly unbuckling the belt while looking into my eyes that slightly widen in anticipation. “How long have you waited for this?”

“Too long to admit,” I mumble, my eyes going down to his belt. “It's embarrassing.”

Noah slides his pants down his legs along with his underwear, letting them fall to the floor as well before slowly climbing on the bed, hovering over me once again, making my heart rate rise madly. His hands slide down my body, down to my skirt, his fingers hooking into them as I continue to look at him.

“It’s okay, I have too. And I know how needy you are right now, sweetheart.” He kisses my jawline, hands slowly pulling my skirt down my body, leaving me in only my panties.

“You–really?” I stumble as I hear his words, and all the fire in me burns up again, making me need him so badly, and wanting him, craving him, more than ever before.

One of his hands caresses my thigh, feeling the soft skin underneath his lean fingers, before slowly gliding up to my covered center. He watches his hand as it moves slowly over my panties, his fingers grazing my core, applying a teasing but light pressure, making me squirm.

“Of course,” he says in response, a devilish grin on his face, eyes looking down at where his hand is touching, and God, it's another hot sight. His other hand goes to remove the rings he wears on his fingers, the chunky silver ones I've grown to love so much, and I get more needy for him by the minute, making my body tremble with eagerness.

I look down at our naked bodies, making me heavily flush again but also dampen with even more in anticipation. Once his rings have made their way onto the nightstand he leans down towards my ear again. His lips ghost over the skin of my neck, trailing down as he speaks, “Are you sure you’re ready to be mine?... To let me take you in every way possible? To make you completely mine?”

He nips at the flesh before pulling back a little to look into my eyes. I whimper desperately at his words, chest rising up and down heavily, my arms already wrapping around his neck.

“Yes,” I breathe out in response, my eyes then looking at his lips.

Noah's right hand cups my cheek, gently caressing the skin with his thumb, and then finally pressing a soft kiss to my lips—it’s slow, passionate, and full of desire. Soon, his tongue grazes my lower lip, teasingly asking for entrance which I instantly give him, before moving his other hand to my waist and starting to slide my panties down my legs, all while never breaking the kiss.

I moan deeply in our kiss, my legs already slowly opening for him in pure eagerness as he then throws my panties away once they are fully down. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling with mine as he groans against my mouth, the taste of him sweet and heavenly.

Noah's hands then slide across my thighs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he pulls it back for a second to look at me, before leaning down and kissing me once more, and God, it kills me and makes my anticipation and need for him grow even more and more. His right hand slides up my thigh, his fingers feeling the warmth of my center before rubbing against it gently.

My back arches slightly, eyes squeezing shut by the pleasure, and my jaw drops as sounds of pleasure begin to escape me. Noah can't seem to help but moan into my mouth in response, it makes him feel how badly I need him. He breaks the kiss and moves down to my jawline, then slowly down to my neck, leaving a few bruising bites behind, and I know they'll show tomorrow when I get up.

My panting and moaning get heavier and heavier with the more pleasure he gives me, his movements teasing at first, but then speeding up—leaving me a trembling mess. I can feel myself getting close, and Noah is being able to know by my desperate sounds and the way I move underneath him.

His lips pull away from my neck again, and he slowly slides down my body, placing kisses against my skin as he goes, his lips coming to rest at my chest. His left hand moves up my side towards my arm, pinning it down against the bed, before doing the same with the other arm. And now he has me underneath him, completely at his mercy, making my heart speeding up even more, with lips parted as I look at him with anticipation, as I'm about to get closer and closer to the edge.

Noah continues to work his fingers against my core, lips kissing all the way down my chest and then towards the inside of my thigh, leaving a faint trail of marks behind as he goes. His teeth graze the skin while his dark, lustful eyes never leave mine.

“Please,” I then breathe out as his mouth goes closer to my center, “I need you there—”

He listens to my pleas as a grin forms across his face. “Such a needy thing you are,” he chuckles softly against my sensitive skin. His eyes look back up to mine before looking at my aching core, making me shift even more in need.

“But, I will give you what you desire,” he then hums. His tongue flicks out, teasingly licking a slow, but broad trace, making me sharply inhale.

”Fuck,” I heavily pant out, making my back arch even more. I feel him smirk as my hips buck against his mouth as he hears the sounds of me falling apart beneath him. The hand that was holding my arm down moves up towards my head, gently lacing his fingers into my hair before pulling it, and he looks up again at me.

“Be good and take it,” he then commands with a low voice, it being enough to make me moan out loud again.

“I’ll take it,” I pant in response, “fuck, I’ll take it all—”

Noah hums against my core, slightly vibrating against me, driving me crazy. He then looks up at me through his lashes, watching my face contort and twitch in pleasure. His left hand then moves to the desk next to his bed again, taking one of the gloves off it and sliding it on again, making my eyes widen. Oh god—he has definitely noticed what those gloves did to me the whole evening.

I see him having to hold back a grin at my reaction, confirming that. “Look at you baby, already looking wrecked,” he teases, his eyes and lips leaving my enter to look up at me, his gloved hand now moving down to my core, slowly rubbing me, and I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of the leather against me.

“Oh God Noah,” I choke out, feeling myself getting even closer to the edge, and his lips curve into a mischievous grin.

“And now look at you, begging me already,” he taunts after a dark, amused chuckle follows. “I’ll give you what you want, darling, but only if you say my name. That’s the only way you’ll get what you need.”

“Noah,” I desperately choke out, my voice sounding needy, practically shaking as I say his name, and he chuckles softly at how vulnerable and exposed I am right now. “I’m so close, please—“

“That’s my pretty thing,” Noah hums, his lips going back to my aching center, continuing to devour me with his tongue, and I let out the most desperate sounds, and soon enough I grab and pull his hair, hitting my edge, hard and with trembling legs he needs to hold with both his hands.

The sounds I'm making are almost loud enough for the others, and the realization makes my climax feel even more pleasurable and hot to me. Noah pulls away from my center, looking at me, taking in my dazed expression.

“What a pretty thing you are, y/n,” he praises me as he crawls over and hovers over me again.

I blush yet roll my eyes at the same time, chuckling lightly. “Yeah yeah,” I playfully respond as I swat his chest, and he joins my laughter.

“Now roll over for me, and make me wish you an even better happy birthday.”

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

I just know this man stares you down when you’ve been pushing his buttons

[robabankfuckmickeymouse]

Sir respectfully what the fuck is this

[spicywhenspeaking]

wanna see me make something else disappear ?

[concretenoah]

a lil thought i had with noah and how he would absolutely worship and take his time with you.

NSFW 18+ only. smut under the cut.

cw for oral sex (f receiving), body worship, mention of body insecurities

thinking about the soft kisses noah would trail down your body bc he wants to take his time with you. soft kisses and bites all over your chest, tummy and inner thighs.

he can't help but worship you when you're laid out for him like this. it’s almost become a ritual for him, planting kisses on all of your sweet spots before he has his way with you.

he’d focus on your chest first, palming your tits just the way you like it; flicking and circling your nipples with his tongue ever so gently. he knows just how to get those pretty breathy moans out of you.

he’d move to your tummy, kissing each and every spot he can. it’s your least favorite part about yourself, he knows this. he knows how important it is to make you feel good here. “you’re so pretty like this" "so fucking pretty, baby"

he'd trail his way down your torso, until he found your inner thighs. the way he’d hold your hips with his big hands, digging his fingers into your skin, bc at this point, you can't help but squirm underneath him. you're so fucking desperate for him. especially when he is sucking on your sensitive skin and leaving marks that you know will be there tomorrow. he knows that you like to feel them the next day and think about how good he made you feel.

he'd finally find his way to your core, spreading your legs open and admiring how wet you are. he know’s it’s just for him, only he makes you feel good like this. he'd place soft little kisses everywhere except for where you want it the most. he'd even hover his mouth just above your clit, almost enough to where you can feel his lips. he likes hearing you beg for him, for his touch, for his mouth.

he'd finally give in and give you what you want. softly placing his tongue at your entrance and working his way up to your clit, savoring the taste. from the sounds and vibrations of his moans against you, you know that he was just as desperate as you. he might've wanted it even more than you did because making you feel good, makes him feel good.

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

chomp chomp

^me biting his biceps :))

[runningincircl3s]

bestfriend!noah series masterlist

NSFW 18+ MDNI!!! each chapter is and will be full of smut. there’s not much of a plot to this series, i’ve said before it’s more like a collection of chronological oneshots :) i’d also like to mention and thank every single writer who’s ever even posted a thought about bestfriend!noah as not a moment goes by where i don’t think about it <3

part one … part two …

[lolitasangel]

Now playing: Meddle About

Noah x F! Reader smut 18+ MDNI

Tw- mentions of choking, teasing, grinding, man handling (please please please tell me if you feel I missed a tw, I never want to upset anyone, thank you!🫶🏼) not proof read

Summary- you and Noah have a little cat and mouse game, who is bound to break first? You or Noah?

AN will be at the end, enjoy 🫶🏼

word- around 3k

Divider by- @saradika-graphics 🫶🏼

Noah wasn’t one to believe in the ‘love at first sight’ he was more of a ‘I would hook up with her’

The boys always either attended parties or hosted them. Noah typically stayed alone in his room or would hang with the boys and if someone came along to hook up then he would do that.

Noah was more concerned with his needs and wants for and to the band. He didn’t want any distractions or anything tied down that would take his attention away from his ‘work’.

Ever since you both met, he hasn’t gotten you out of his head. You both haven’t known each other long and have only talked a couple of times but that didn’t stop him from craving you and your presence.

He wasn’t one to crave something or someone for that matter but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t know if he wanted you on your knees worshipping him or vice versa.

He did know though that he wanted you. He was thinking of different scenarios for you both to become closer and different fantasies about you doing different things.

Ever since you first met you both felt this little spark, neither of you acted it out at first though. When you first moved to LA you were very hesiastan about the scene, seeing as you weren’t from the area.

Your friends had assured you that the ‘party’ you were all going to was not a party, normally that meant it was a party but relief was hit when you saw it really wasn’t a party.

You remember the first time you saw him in the living room, you had walked over and taken a seat next to him. You weren’t gonna flirt with him you just thought he was cute and it was the only seat available, perfect.

You both had spent that day talking a bit and getting to know each other, but, as the night carried on and the drinks were passed around you were both in your own world. You had asked him about his music, he was asking why you moved down to LA. You were just getting to know each other.

But the more you talked through the night the more you couldn’t help the feeling of craving something coming around your body. You tried to shift your mind off of whatever it was that was pulling you towards those thoughts.

Noah took note of the way your thighs were rubbing together and the way you were shifting around in your seat, tilting his head “you okay?” he asked with a smirk coming to life on his lips.

You both knew what that question meant, “yea, just getting cozy” you say flashing an innocent smile, you couldn’t help but take a look at his tattoos and lick your lips, bringing your eyes back up to him and giving him another smile.

Noah knew the look in your eyes because he did the same thing when you walked in, short shorts, a black tank top, showing off your curves, hair up, exposing your neck that he definitely didn’t want to take a bite of.

“Okay, just making sure, don’t want my guest to be uncomfortable” he says nodding his head, he took note of the lack of attention on them, half the boys were in the kitchen, the girls you were with were outside playing a game with the boys.

“I’m having a lot of fun actually” you say, seduction dripping from your lips, you were picturing him taking control of you but you were one to not break.

Noah was sat on the right side of the couch, man spreading, arms on display due to him wearing a plain black tank top and some black sweatpants, he didn’t plan on coming down.

Noah typically stayed to himself with work but when the boys told him some new friends were coming by he figured he should take a break. With the band taking off he knew he deserved a break and some fun.

What he didn’t expect was to see a beautiful woman standing in the doorway with some friends. He didn’t care for your friends being there at the moment but as soon as he saw you he needed you. The boys followed behind him welcoming you and your friends inside.

Getting food and drinks out, talking and getting to know everyone better. You and your friends had moved away from your small town into the big Los Angelous scene. You were excited to finally break free from a place you were being held down at. You just didn’t expect to see an extremely handsome man though.

You both spent the night teasing eachother, you found you both had a lot in common. You wanted to stay longer but the girls were ready to go and you didn’t want to give Noah what he wanted.

As the girls said goodbye and gave hugs you made sure to give Noah and extra big hug, whispering in his ear “I hope to see you again, handsome” you wanted to get the last word before leaving.

Noah bit his tongue and smiled “it was nice meeting you, Y/N, hopefully next time we can pick up where we left off”. You knew that smile was not a regular smile, it was like a challenge. Would you be the one to make the next move or him? You didn’t exchange numbers, you wanted to make him wait it out.

Ever since the first meeting you both spent time playing cat and mouse, everytime Noah tried to get you alone you would slip away. Just barely missing his finger tips, you loved working him up.

Everytime you were near him he craved you, he wanted to take you every chance he could when it was just you too. You were very aware of how Noah felt, you felt the same way but you loved this cat and mouse game.

When it was just you together you would subtly tease him, rubbing your hands against his thigh, everytime you would stretch you would make sure to wear something to help reveal your skin.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you, he just wanted a taste, a bite of you, anything. Noah couldn’t get the thought of you lying under him, panting, whining, crying for him to go harder, faster, slower.

The boys this particular night were hosting a big party, their second album was doing great, their shows were kicking off, they had interview after interview, so it only made sense to celebrate the new accomplishments that were made.

Noah was making his way through the crowds of people in the house, he was keeping his eye out for you. Noah needed to see you tonight, he couldn’t hold off on another week of not touching you.

As Noah made his way into the kitchen that’s where he spotted you, leaning up against the fridge, drink in hand, talking to someone. Noah could see the boredom in your eyes from the conversation you were having with the guy. He made his way further into the kitchen, reaching into the cooler for a beer.

Noah tried to be nonchalant and not get pissed at the fact this guy was cornering you. He should be the one in that position, he should be the one teasing holding you, not someone night jackass.

As Noah stood back up, he he couldn’t help but over hear your conversation, peaking his interest. “Well, it has been a while since I was with someone” you said, a smirk now plastered on your face, teasing eyes meeting his, you give him an innocent smile.

You were aware of what you were doing, you wanted to see how long you could get away with teasing him before he cracked. The guy, whose name you didn’t care for, was now interested in what you had to say, but Noah was more enthralled with your words.

Deciding to stay where he stood, in your presence, he wanted to hear more of what you had to say. He took a seat at the island stationed in the center of the kitchen. Cutting any conversation started with him short.

“Well, babygirl, I can help you with that” the man replied, you didn’t care for him but you knew he needed to be there for your game. You bring your hand to his chest, tapping on it rhythmically “mmm, I don’t think so” you teased, humming to yourself.

Keeping an eye on Noah’s reactions, you saw him start to clench his jaw, and his fist tighten around the can of beer, hearing the metal crinkle under the pressure.

“Oh come on” the man said, his hand was now on your lower back, pulling you closer to him and away from the fridge, you forced out a giggle to keep Noah’s attention up and high, you didn’t want him to miss the show you were gonna put on.

Before you could reply, one of your favorite songs came on “Meddle About by Chase Atlantic”, what a perfect opportunity you thought to yourself. You stood up and grabbed the man’s arm leading him out the kitchen and to the living room.

“I wanna dance, this is my favorite song” you said, you didn’t want to grind on a stranger you didn’t know but you knew in the long run it would be worth it..

As the song started the man pulled you close against him his chest. You closed your eyes and let the music to take over your body, you couldn’t wait for Noah to snap, you had been working him for what felt like ages.

You started to grind up against the stranger, opening your eyes, looking across the room to meet Noah’s. Jaw clenched, eyes piercing with anger? Jealousy? You couldn’t help the little smirk come to life on your face, the plan was working.

Noah sat back in his seat, never taking his eyes off you, watching the way your hips danced around with that man and not him. The way you would giggle at the touches he gave you as the song progressed.

Noah wanted to pick you up in his arms, take you back to his house and fix the problem you started in his pants. Noah wasn’t one to fall for games though, he was aware of your plan and what you wanted, he wasn’t gonna give it to you though.

As the song finished up, you turned around to the guy, telling him you had to use the restroom real quick. You quickly made your way through the living room and up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. As you walked down the halls you felt someone grab you and muffled your mouth.

You kick and thrash in the persons arms, trying to break free, “shhhh, shhh, it’s me” you heard, recognizing Noah’s voice, you slowly turned around in his arms.

You stood inside, what appears to be someone’s bedroom, you were pressed against the door, Noah leaning over you, brown eyes never looking away from you.

You could feel your pussy soaking through your panties, as Noah started to run his fingers against your thighs, tracing your warm skin under his fingertips.

Leaning down against your ear, whispering darkly “I know your little game, Y/N” he said in a teasing voice, bringing his fingers up closer to your shorts.

“I see the way you look at me, I see the way you sway your hips when you walk away from me, the way you stretch making sure your ass perks up in the air” the more Noah spoke the more Noah’s fingers explored, sliding under the hems of your shorts, coming close to your pussy, then slowly taking them away.

“You thought I wouldn’t catch on but I knew the moment I saw you” he says, turning you around, your chest now against the door, pulling the hips towards his, bringing you closer to him.

You could feel Noah’s hands tighten around your hips, grinding your pussy down against his cock, giving you some relief. Forcing out a moan from pleasure, you had spent nights fucking yourself to the thought of him taking control of you.

“ remember at the pool party? When it was just us, hmm?” Noah asked, slipping his hands inside of your shorts, slowly bring his fingers down to your pussy, just barely missing your clit.

“N-Noah” you whined out, he was so close to touching you, giving you what you wanted, pushing your hips forward trying to get any friction and pleasure.

“No, answer my question” Noah says sternly, taking his hand away from your pussy, placing his hand back on your hips, grinding you against him. He could feel his cock pulsating in his jeans, he could just imagine your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“Yes, I-I remember!” You cried out, of course you remembered. The boys had left for a quick second to grab the food for the barbecue you and you did a strip tease for Noah, sliding down your shorts, swaying your hips in the process. Fixing the top of your bathing suit, and accidentally letting the top drop, flashing him for a quick second. You had ‘apologized’ but you both knew it wasn’t needed.

“You teased me, and then flashed me these beautiful tits, except you didn’t let me touch them, remember?” Noah asked, leaving kisses against your neck, sliding his hand up your chest, grasping your boobs and squeezing them, he was running his hands all over your body, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Please, Noah, touch me” you cried out, your pussy was throbbing with need, and the way he was running his hands up and down your body didn’t help. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. The way Noah was taking control of you made you feel like a hunter caught his prey.

Noah slipped his hands under your shirt, mumbling in your ear “is this okay, pretty girl?”, you nod your head, pleading for more. “Yes, more please” you cried out, you hated the way he had you under his eyes like a spell. You were suppose to be the hunter and he the prey.

Pushing your bra as best as he could to the side and out the way he started to fiddle with your boobs. Drawing out whimpers and cries, he was very skilled with his hands, you wanted that skill to go somewhere else though, you wanted him to hurry up and give you what you wanted.

You turned around, causing Noah to drop his hands from your boobs back to your hips, pushing you back up against that door, “come on, pretty girl, you know I have the upper hand” Noah teases, leaning down, eyes lowered, mouth barely pressed against yours.

“It’s my game” you whined out, you were so used to being the one in control, Noah was the only one who made your body feel hot and good. “No, baby girl, it’s my game, I give you what you want, when I want” he says firmly, pressing his lips against yours.

Forcing out a moaning, giving him open invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance, you didn’t want to give up, but the way his tongue felt against yours, teasing and strong. You couldn’t help but give up, allowing him full control.

Now that you gave your submission up to him, Noah took this opportunity to tease your mouth his tongue, tangling it with yours, pulling back giving you a quick kiss, he brings up his fingers replacing them for his tongue.

Wrapping your lips around them, sucking the digits he had placed inside. You couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would feel like in your mouth. This thought brought out a moan from you, the thought of him throat fucking you, taking you raw.

“What’s wrong, baby? You need something bigger?” Noah teased, the way you were so compliant under his hands now, you were so close being fully under his hands.

You nodded your head as best as you could, your hands grasping his wrist to keep his hand in place. Noah bringing up his other hand, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, tightening just a bit.

“Too bad, you’ve been a bad girl, and now you’re gonna have to wait” Noah says firmly, taking his hands away from your body, taking your away from the door, “see you next time”.

Noah slipped out the door, leaving you standing alone panting, you didn’t think he would do all that so quickly, but you also knew it was your move next. You weren’t sure of how you would get him back you had an idea. Taking a look at your surrounding you realized you were in Noah’s room.

You thought of a quick idea, and quickly unbuttoned your pants, slipping off your panties, you quickly got dressed again, slipping them under his pillow for him to find later tonight.

AN- Mandy and I have spent the last few weeks about this and I’m finally getting it out now, I tagged everyone who I thought might like it, I’m not sure when the next part will be out but I plan for it to be soon. I want to get back more into writing it’s just life has been very hectic as of late, I will be posting a master list soon, and updating a few things on my blog.

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Noah Sebastian Bad Omens Houston

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noah and his "demon pose"

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Smiley Noah Sunday 🥰

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this guy is #1 on the boyfriend hoodie rob list 🔐

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imagine sitting on noah’s lap all curled up, your head's resting on his chest and all you can hear is the sweet sound of his heartbeat. you're both in your comfy clothes and under your favorite blanket on the couch so it's extra cozy. lofi's playing in the background and you’re surrounded by dim led lights. his arms are wrapped around you, fingers drawing shapes along your skin. all you feel is love, comfort and safety while being enveloped in his arms. with that comfort comes the heavy weight of your eyelids, and before you know it you're asleep. he starts leaving lil soft kisses on the top of your head. he can't help but watch you sleep and smile to himself. he loves all of your features; the way you sleep with your mouth slightly open, and the little soft noises you make when you nuzzle in closer to him. that one lil freckle by your eye that he noticed the night he met you. you hate it, but he’s constantly reassuring you how adorable it is. the way your hair always falls in your face and you scrunch your nose bc it tickles. he giggles to himself and gently brushes it away bc he knows it’s bothering you. he loves the softness of your skin, and he can’t help cupping your face and rubbing the pad of his thumb along your cheek. he admires every small detail about you, and after awhile, he can't keep his own eyes open. you give him the same comfort that he gives you and he’s never had that before. soon enough, he is softly whispering i love you and placing one last kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep. to love and to be loved, it’s what he’s always wanted and he finally found it with you

i feel like he’d be so soft if he was in love like this i can’t stop thinking about it UGH anyways