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flowery-mess · 15 days ago

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I love Palaye Royale and Remington's voice so fucking freaking much!! Sextape is such a great and SEXY EP! I like to connect songs to a fic or scene, it makes it more real in my head if that makes sense. I loved writing all of the parts to this chapter so I'm really happy you like it! Thank you thank you thank you💕

Honestly Noah was thinking 'why the fuck did I agree' the whole morning and at the airport lol

The part where he tells her not to compare their pasts is probably my favorite🥺 because that's such an important message to share

He just can't be serious for a 6 seconds

'Soft wholesome moment' me everytime he comforted her with his touch, because yes please

Nana was such a random idea, but I love that I added it

Oh she fucking did and crosse a line, no one is gonna talk about sweet baby Noah like that

That whole dance part is ��🥹🥹

Tension was definitely there, there was a lot of emotions and it was messy but passionate

I LOVE THEM TOO

Thank you so much I love reading your comments every time🥹🥹🥹

kill the silence: dance with me

this is part two of kill the silence

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

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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