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AN: Hello, I present to you: porn with a hint of plot, lol! Again, english is not my first language. Hope you'll enjoy! <3
Warnings: NSFW! 18+, MDNI, established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p-i-v, dom!Noah if you squint, pet names, spitting, a bit degrading, a little fluff. And just to be safe: a hint of blasphemy.
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x F! reader.
Words: 4k
Each time sleep was about to pull you under, an unwelcome thought floated to the front of your mind. You just couldn’t sleep. Groaning slightly, you opened your eyes. Though it was late, the last traces of sunlight clung to the evening outside your bedroom window, finding their way around the blackout curtains and softly illuminating the room.
You turned your head to look at the man sleeping beside you. It was just light enough to make up the features of his face. His profile was one you could have recognized anywhere. The gentle slope of his nose, the soft curve of his lips, the dark strands of hair falling carelessly across his forehead - every detail felt familiar. Even in sleep, there was something achingly beautiful about him. The fading light caught the sharp line of his jaw and the ink winding up his neck, softening them into something almost tender. You studied him for a while, thinking he looked almost younger than his thirty years when he slept. Something in your chest tightened at the sight of him.
”I can feel you staring at me,” he says suddenly, making you jump a little.
”Jesus! I thought you were sleeping.”
He opens one eye, tilting his head slightly more in your direction.
”You should be sleeping.”
”I know,” you sigh, ”I’ve been trying forever.”
”Is there something in particular that’s keeping you up? Wanna talk about it?” he asks, propping himself up on his elbows.
”Just… I feel so restless. I’m so close to falling asleep and then something pops into my head and I’m wide awake again. My head just won’t shut up.” You run a hand down your face, sighing deeply.
Noah turns slightly so he’s facing you, his upper body raised slightly by an elbow pressed into the mattress, cheek nestled in his palm. A mischievous look spreads across his face.
”We can’t have that now, can we?” he murmurs. You know it’s not a question. ”I can think of a way to help you out, you know…Do you feel like A or B?”
Your tired brain doesn’t understand him at first, even though he used your code.
”I - what?”
Noah chuckles under his breath. ”Tell me baby…” He reaches out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. ”Pretty baby… will it be A or B? Let me help you sleep.”
For a moment you just stare at him, then the penny drops. He was simultaneously asking for your permission, and letting you make a choice. This was your code. If you choose A, he’ll make love to you. If you choose B however; he’s going to rail you into the mattress.
”Oh…Oh!”
He smiles at you. ”There she is.”
”B… Please.”
A grin creeps onto his lips, his eyes darkening. ”Oh my sweet, sweet darling.” He lurches forward, caging you underneath him. His lips crashing onto yours with a fever, like he’d been thinking about this for hours, like he’s dying of thirst and you’re a glass of water. One of your hands nestles in his hair, pulling on it slightly, and he rewards you with a soft moan. Your other hand gripping a broad shoulder, feeling his muscles move underneath his smooth skin.
He deepens the kiss until your teeth clash painfully together, but neither of you care enough to stop. He bites down on your lower lip, making you whimper. Noah works his way from your lips to that spot on your neck. He trails feather light, open mouth kisses along your jaw down to your neck. His teeth lightly graze the sensitive spot underneath your ear, making you draw a sharp breath. Moving down to your collarbone he leaves a damp trail on your skin. He leans back a little, blowing cool air over your sensitive skin. You feel like you’re going to combust. You let out a whiny ”please…” and his eyes shot up to you, your eyes already glazed over.
”Oh poor baby…” he coos, ”I know, I know…”
One of his large hands slips under your t-shirt and bushes the underside of your breast, the light touch sending heat right down to where you need him the most. You involuntarily buck your hips up against him. ”Patience my dear, patience.” he whispers into the crook of your neck as his fingers reach your nipple. Taking the bud between his thumb and pointer finger he starts slowly pinching, tugging and rolling it.
He’s taking his time, and you can feel the damp patch on your underwear getting larger. You need him so badly, and he knows it. But he wants to take his time with you before giving you what you need. He revels in your glazed over eyes, your shallow breathing and the way your hips desperately grind on him.
”Lift your arms up for me darling.”
You obey. In one fluid motion he peels your T-shirt off, discarding it on the floor. You lay beneath him in only your underwear, hair already a mess on the pillow beneath you.
”You’re so pretty.”
You blush. ”So are you.”
He chuckles softly as his mouth places kisses all over your chest, biting and licking your skin. His lips closes around your hard bud, tongue swirling. You clench around nothing. You felt a large hand rubbing your stomach, making its way down to where you so desperately need him.
”Oh baby… look at how wet you are. You’re soaking through.” His fingers dips down the waistband of your panties, two long fingers running through your wet folds. He leans forward, placing a small kiss on your earlobe. ”You’re soaking my fingers and I haven’t even made you cum yet.” he whispers as he starts rubbing circles on your clit. Your breath hitches at the contact. He’s going slowly, so slowly. You thrust your hips forward again, desperate for more friction. He pulls his hand away and tsks at you.
”Beg for it.” You won’t pretend that you don’t know it’s an order. Normally you might challenge him, but you can practically feel yourself dripping down on the mattress.
”Please… I need you to- please.”
”You need me to…what?”
”Pleaseee.” you whine, eyes fluttering.
”My poor, needy girl. I’ve barely touched you and you’ve already lost the ability to form a coherent sentence.” He reaches for your jaw, squishing your cheeks together. ”What do you need?”
You’re already having a hard time getting your words out, and Noah’s grip on your jaw and cheeks isn’t making things easier. ”I want you - I need… please…”
His other hand finds its way to the waistband of your underwear, hooking a long finger underneath, ready to pull them off.
His grip on your jaw tightens a little. ”Tell me exactly what you need, sweetheart.”
”I need you to touch- I need-” you take a breath to steady yourself, ”Please Noah I need you to touch me!”
He instantly rips your underwear off. Two long fingers running up and down your slick folds before he eases them into you. The stretch feels immaculate, a low moan leaving your lips.
”Look at that!” he says as he begins to pump his fingers into you. ”You had the words all along. Good girl.”
Two fingers become three as he adds his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it. Noah curls his fingers to find that perfect, delicious spot. He does. You let out an almost pornographic noise as you arch your back against him. You can feel the heat building up in your lower belly as you reach down to pinch your own nipple.
You feel your walls fluttering, how the tight coil is about to snap. And just when your orgasm is on the verge of washing over you, Noah pulls his fingers out of you. You make a disgruntled sound. He chuckles.
”Why did- I was- please Noah I was so close!”
You meet his eyes, and in the dim light you can see his pupils blown wide - almost making his eyes black.
”I know, baby. I know,” he says, his voice dripping in fake pity.
He shifts his weight back, sitting on his knees between your legs. He towers over you. You lift yourself up to reach for him, to reach for his arms. You try to pull him back, to pull his hands and fingers back to where you need him. You feel a tear running down your face in pure frustration.
”My poor baby. You look so pathetic right now…” He smirks down at you. ”I bet you’d do anything for me to touch you again.”
You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate.
”Yes,” you breathe.
He leans over you, making you tilt your head back to look at him.
He lifts a finger to tap at your jaw. ”Open.” It’s an order, not a suggestion. You do as he says and open your mouth. Looking up at him, neither of you break eye contact as he spits in your mouth, some of it landing on the corner of your mouth. You swallow his saliva and then stick your tongue to gather every last drop.
”Say thank you.”
”Thank you.”
”My good girl,” he coos. ”Good girls get rewarded.”
His thumb brushes your lower lip, prying your mouth open. He puts his fingers in your mouth. You feel the pads of his fingertips press down on the back of your tongue, making you gag slightly. You close your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks. You can taste yourself on him. He groans.
“What a good girl. Cleaning up your mess. See how wet you got for me, baby?”
You look up at him through your eyelashes and he huffs, own jaw dropping a little. He pulls his fingers from you, pushing you down on your back. He trails kisses from your jaw, to your neck, down to your collarbone. He spends some extra time kissing and biting the soft flesh of your breasts before making his way down your stomach, kissing and licking your soft skin.
He dips down between your legs, laying down on his stomach and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. You squirm. Noah places a kiss on the inside of your thigh, continuing down to your knee. You know what he’s doing, and it’s driving you crazy. Noah loves the way you’re writhing beneath him, eyes filling with tears of frustration. He loves watching your brain turn off in real time.
”Noah… Noah, please.”
He looks up at you from between your legs, a devilish grin on his lips.
”Oh my goodness, ” he teases, ”Look at you. So needy. So desperate. Begging for me.”
He leans down, placing a chaste kiss right above your bundle of nerves. Your whole body jerks at the soft touch.
”You want me to touch you?”
You nod your head frantically.
”Yeah? You want me to eat this pretty pussy?”
He’s teasing your entrance with a long finger, just barely inserting it. It makes you clench around what little he’s giving you. He chuckles.
”You need to use your words, baby. How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me?”
He’s pushing your limits. You’re so desperate for him that your brain is short circuiting. ”I- I can’t… I- fuck Noah, please I… I need to cum. Please.”
The next second he’s once again pushing two fingers into you, curling them just right. He licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. One of your hands finds its way to his hair, the other grips the sheet under you.
He takes his time, placing soft kisses on your clit. His tongue swirls around it, over it. You inhale sharply as he lightly bites down, your fingers pulling harder at his hair. Noah speeds up, lapping at your folds like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. At the same time he sets a punishing pace with his fingers, repeatedly hitting that perfect spot as his fingers curl inside of you. He puts his lips around your clit, sucking on it.
It crashes over you as sudden as lightning strikes. Your whole body convulses, your vision blurring. You gasp his name in prayer as you squeeze around his fingers. Your thighs squeezing his head, but he doesn’t pull away. You try to push his head away, the overstimulation of him continuing to suck, lick and kiss you at the same time as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you almost becoming unbearable.
It’s no use however, he’s much stronger than you. He murmurs ”You’ve done when I’m done.” against your pulsating core. Your head snaps back, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Your blood feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending in your body electrified.
”Noah… Noah - please I can’t…” you whine, squeezing his head so hard between your thighs that you’re afraid of hurting him.
He pulls his face away from you, still pumping his fingers. His lips, chin and cheeks are glistening with your arousal. The sight makes you blush.
“Oh baby… you’ve got one more in you for me, yeah?”
You shake your head. He tut-tuts.
“You do if I say you do.” His voice drops slightly, and with it the mood in the room shifts.
Noah leans forward, adding a third finger, and whispers against your ear. “And god have mercy on you if you dare cum without my permission.” You nod, biting your lower lip.
The sensation is overwhelming. You’re so sensitive and every flick of his wrist is sending your body into a frenzy. He knows your body so well, and he knows just the pace to pull you towards the edge. You close your eyes. ”Please…” you whine.
”Not yet, angel. Not yet.”
You writhe beneath him, wanting nothing else than to be allowed to cum. Noah snakes his other hand down your body, using his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit. His mouth is attached to your neck, your jaw, leaving tiny red bite marks behind.
”Noah… I’m- I can’t. You need to let me… oh my god!” He redoubles his efforts, just to torture you a bit more.
”Do you think you deserve it?” he mumbles against your neck.
”Please. I’ve been good! I- so good. I need… I need it so bad. Noah I-” you’re blabbering under him, not able to even form a thought.
”You have,” he sighs. ”Always my good girl. Go ahead then.”
And with his permission you come undone. A broken cry tears from your throat. Pulsing against his fingers, waves of pleasure tearing through you. Noah pulls his fingers out of you, popping them in his own mouth. He groans as he tastes you. Watching him through hazy eyes, you give him a small smile.
”You did so good for me baby, so good.” He gently cups your cheeks, kissing your forehead. You slightly shift your leg; and that’s when you feel it. He’s still in his boxers, but you can feel his rock hard cock through the fabric. He hisses as your knee brushes against it. You extend a hand, reaching for him. He takes a hold around your wrist, stopping you.
”No baby, I’m fine. This was all about you.” he says it so sincerely. You know that he’s perfectly content to cuddle you for a moment before disappearing to the bathroom and sorting himself out. You don’t want that though.
”What if I’m not satisfied yet?”
His whole body stiffens, head snapping up to look at you. ”You’re not satisfied?” You shake your head.
”You couldn’t form a sentence a minute ago.”
”I can now.”
His gaze is fixed on you, eyes darkening. He once again grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together.
”You’ll regret saying that, my love.”
He flips you over so you’re laying on your stomach like you weigh nothing. His large hands grab a hold of your hips, pulling your ass towards himself. You wince when his open palm makes contact with your ass cheek.
You can feel him shifting behind you. He then unceremoniously pushes himself forward until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you. Noah doesn’t let you get used to the way he stretches you, setting an unrelenting pace from the get go. You all but scream into the pillow as he thrusts in and out of you.
You rock your hips back against him, trying your best to match his pace. You can’t. He chuckles at your attempt and whispers “absolutely pathetic” as his hand finds its way to nestle in your hair. He tugs at your roots as he pushes your face into the pillow. The way he completely fills you is making your head spin.
Noah uses his grip on your hair to pull you upright, your back pressed against his chest. He hooks one arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock. With his other hand he starts rubbing circles over your clit. The feeling of him thrusting up into you while he’s playing with your bundle of nerves as he’s putting slight pressure on your neck makes you cry out in pleasure.
“You feel so good. So wet. So warm.” Noah grunts, placing a kiss behind your ear. “This pussy was made for me, huh?”
“Y-yes.” You’re choking on your words, sight starting to blur from the tears gathering in your eyes. His breath on your neck grows more ragged, a guttural groan leaving his throat as you decide to clamp your walls tight around him.
”Fuck baby you can’t just… Oh shi- you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
He pulls out of you, flipping you so you’re facing him, laying you down on the mattress. He lowers himself over you, lining himself up and thrusting forward. He puts one hand under your knee, pushing your leg up, opening you up. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper into you. You could swear he’s actually rearranging your guts. Your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as you pant his name. Tears roll down your face from the intensity of the pleasure he’s giving you.
”Thats it baby.” He’s panting too. ”I want to see you crumble for me. I want to see you completely destroyed.” He leans down over you, placing a hungry kiss on your open mouth. ”I love how you fall apart for me.”
You can’t answer him. Your words have completely failed you. All you can do is look at him, mouth hanging open. His mouth finds yours as his hips speeds up. Your hands find his broad shoulders, travelling down his back. You pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, spurring him on. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, and you know it’s gonna leave a mark or two. Noah pulls his mouth off of yours, a string of saliva still connecting you. You try to catch it with your tongue.
“Oh my filthy, filthy girl. Open up then, I’ll give you what you want.”
You open your mouth wider and he spits. You swallow it and mumble a small ”thanks”.
In a swift motion Noah rolls over, pulling you with him. He’s seated on the bed, back resting against the headboard. You’re in his lap, straddling him. You’re so tired, so fucked out of your mind. But the look on his face when he mutters the simple instruction of ”ride” makes it clear that there’s no use in fighting him. Your thighs tremble and your chest is heaving as you take his thick cock in your hand, lining him up at your entrance and lowering yourself down on him.
You take a sharp breath, the way he fills you in this angle is absolutely overwhelming. You place your hands on his broad shoulders, needing to hold onto something. You feel like you’re going to collapse. His sweaty skin acts as your anchor to reality as Noah grabs ahold of your hips, helping you find a rhythm.
As you grind down on him, he hits that sweet spot inside of you. You’re almost seeing stars when a large hand travels down to where you’re connected. You cry out as Noah starts rubbing circles on your clit. He’s watching your face contort, feeling the way your whole body is shaking.
“You feel that?” he asks. “I’m so deep in you baby. Taking me so well.”
You can only nod your head.
“My perfect girl… Bouncing herself dumb on my lap. I bet you can’t even think straight.”
He uses his other hand to slap your ass, once, twice, three times. Each time is a little harder than the one before. It leaves a delicious sting behind.
“Noah I’m so… I’m so close. Please,” you beg.
“Cum for me angel. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
He picks up his pace, vigorously rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves. And that does it for you. Your whole body snaps forward, pulsating and twitching. You fall into Noah’s arms and he holds you closer as his own end washes over him. You can feel him twitching inside of you, hot ropes of cum painting your insides.
For a moment you just sit there, both of your chests heaving. Noah rubs your back with one hand, moving it slowly up and down, while the other threads gently through your hair. He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding you closely until your breathing evens out. You melt into him, cheek pressed to this damp chest, head tucked under his chin.
”You okay?” Noah asks, placing another kiss on the top of your head.
”Yeah,” you whisper. ”Just tired.”
He sits with you in his lap a while longer, continuously rubbing your back, petting your hair, kissing your forehead. You can feel your body getting heavier, eyelids dropping.
”Baby?”
”Hmm?”
”As much as I’d love to hold you like this all night, we need to get you cleaned up.”
You make a disgruntled noise, but allow him to gently scoop you up and lay you down on the bed. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your nose, the corner of your mouth. You giggle.
”I’m gonna go get a towel, alright?” he says, standing up, turning on a table light on the dresser on his way to the bathroom. You gasp.
The tattoo he’s spent so long finishing spanned his entire back, a traditional depiction of Jesus, crowned with thorns and gazing heavenward. The skin beneath it was now littered with small, angry scratch marks, each one bright red against the ink. Small droops of blood distorting the image until it looked as if Christ himself were bleeding from his eyes.
”Oh my god Noah!”
”Huh?”
”Your back!” You could feel your cheeks turning red. ”I’ve made Jesus cry!”
He stops in front of the full length mirror with his back against it, turning his head to see for himself. A dark smile spread across his face as he looked at the red marks and the tiny drops of blood scattered across the tattoo. There was pride in his eyes. He had earned every mark carved into his skin.
”Well…” he says, looking back at you. ”He did die for our sins. And what we just did…” He sweeps a hand towards the bed as if referring to everything that had happened there. ”Was definitely sinful.”
And with that he left the room, leaving you with your jaw hanging open. Noah made quick work of cleaning himself up in the bathroom before picking out the softest towel from the cupboard. He turns the tap on, testing the temperature against his hand before wetting the towel and wringing it out.
By the time he returns to your shared bedroom, you’re already asleep. Laying sprawled across the bed, your hair tousled across the pillow. For a moment, he simply stands there, watching you, feeling that familiar ache in his chest.
He gently sits down beside you. Carefully, he cleans the mess between your thighs, his touch light enough not to wake you. When he’s finished, he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and presses a soft kiss to your hairline.
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I have two ideas for you to write with Chris Motionless. Headcanons or One Shots.
(It's okay if you don't want to)
•Chris helps you to remove your makeup after a long day. (yk, sweeeet)
•Chris takes care of you when you're on your period (you know, fluffy and funny :3)
(Only write it if you want to and have the inspiration, if not, there is no problem, thank you)
🖤
I'm so so sorry this took forever to get to, life has been kicking my ass, but I decided to go the makeup removing blurb route for this one; hope you enjoy! <3
"Baby, stop flinching, you're making it harder to get the eyeshadow off," Chris chuckled, one hand cupping your jaw while the other held a crumpled makeup wipe.
"Then tell me when you're about to wipe it, you keep surprising me!" you laughed and blindly reached to rest your fingers around his wrist. You still had the faint scent of secondhand bar smoke on your hair and the taste of a sweet drink on your tongue. Chris had already removed your heels from your aching feet, amused with the way you practically threw yourself into his arms the second you walked in the door. He had waved to the friend that dropped you off before swiftly carrying you to the bathroom. You weren't drunk, but you were sure as hell tired.
"Okay, fine, I'm switching to your other eye now," he said with a slight shake of his head, though a smile still ghosted his lips. The cold, wet cloth smeared through the colorful dusting on your eyelid and Chris folded it over before repeating the process until he was sure all the makeup was off. "Better?"
Your eyes fluttered open and you straightened your slumped posture. Tilting your head in the mirror, you inspected for any remnants of flaky mascara. Pleased, you hummed and gazed at his reflection in the mirror to find he was already looking at you fondly. "Thank you," you said softly and he bent over to press a kiss to the top of your head, ignoring the frizz in your hair.
Riding Noah while he has you trapped against him and the only thing he has on is his glove 👀
PLEASE UGH the leather would feel so good against your neck and you know he would be making you do all the work while he just sits back against the headboard and watches you smugly. Like- his free hand would either be tight on your hip or resting behind his head, but the one around your neck would be firm so you can't move in any direction except for up and down on his cock.
I have two ideas for you to write with Chris Motionless. Headcanons or One Shots.
(It's okay if you don't want to)
•Chris helps you to remove your makeup after a long day. (yk, sweeeet)
•Chris takes care of you when you're on your period (you know, fluffy and funny :3)
(Only write it if you want to and have the inspiration, if not, there is no problem, thank you)
🖤
I'm so so sorry this took forever to get to, life has been kicking my ass, but I decided to go the makeup removing blurb route for this one; hope you enjoy! <3
"Baby, stop flinching, you're making it harder to get the eyeshadow off," Chris chuckled, one hand cupping your jaw while the other held a crumpled makeup wipe.
"Then tell me when you're about to wipe it, you keep surprising me!" you laughed and blindly reached to rest your fingers around his wrist. You still had the faint scent of secondhand bar smoke on your hair and the taste of a sweet drink on your tongue. Chris had already removed your heels from your aching feet, amused with the way you practically threw yourself into his arms the second you walked in the door. He had waved to the friend that dropped you off before swiftly carrying you to the bathroom. You weren't drunk, but you were sure as hell tired.
"Okay, fine, I'm switching to your other eye now," he said with a slight shake of his head, though a smile still ghosted his lips. The cold, wet cloth smeared through the colorful dusting on your eyelid and Chris folded it over before repeating the process until he was sure all the makeup was off. "Better?"
Your eyes fluttered open and you straightened your slumped posture. Tilting your head in the mirror, you inspected for any remnants of flaky mascara. Pleased, you hummed and gazed at his reflection in the mirror to find he was already looking at you fondly. "Thank you," you said softly and he bent over to press a kiss to the top of your head, ignoring the frizz in your hair.
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a little fluffy comforting noah through a thunderstorm thing.
It’s 1am when the heat from the past few sweltering days finally breaks with a flash of lightning that illuminates the sky, and your bedroom. For a second, everything is lit bright and blinding before you’re plunged into darkness once more.
You count the seconds. One… two… thre—
A thunderous roar echoes in the distance, crawling closer, louder than the muffled rumbles that had previously stirred you awake.
A thunderstorm had been looming on the horizon, weather warnings already in place for the day ahead. They never phased you. If anything, you relished them, watching from the window with a thrill curling at the base of your skull with every crack of lightning splitting the sky, followed moments later by the roar of thunder. Sometimes it came loud and deafening, powerful enough to penetrate even closed windows. Other times, it softened into distant rumbles that faded with the passing of a brief storm.
Tonight, it’s the former.
The sound of thunder penetrates louder with your windows left open, and as you turn toward the window from where you lie in bed, listening to the rain striking against the pavement as the heavens finally open, Noah jolts awake beside you at the sudden gunshot-crack of thunder. Unlike you, he isn’t calm when it comes to thunderstorms, and being ripped so suddenly from sleep by one is enough to leave him visibly panicked and disoriented beside you.
Even in the dim illumination cast by the streetlights outside, you can make out the furrow of his brows when you turn to face him. Instinctively, he reaches for you like a safety blanket, your name spilling past his lips in nothing more than a rough croak as he desperately seeks reassurance.
Raising your hands, you cradle his face. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here. It’s just a little thunder.” Your voice softens as your thumb strokes against his cheek, and he melts into your touch like a cat seeking warmth and affection.
A moment later, your hand slips around to cradle the back of his head, gently guiding him down against your chest while you shift against your already squashed pillows to hold him comfortably.
“I thought this wasn’t until—”
Crack.
Another flash of lightning, followed by a booming roar, cuts him off, and you feel him tremble against you.
“Fuck,” he hisses beneath his breath, burying his face into your chest while your fingers comb soothingly through his hair.
“I guess it came early,” you murmur with a quiet laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
His fingers curl tightly into the fabric of your shirt, his arms winding around you as though the tighter he holds on, the safer he’ll be.
“It can’t hurt you, baby.”
All you get in response is a grunted acknowledgement that sounds closer to a disbelieving whine, because no matter how many times you’ve reassured him through past storms, it never quite settles the anxiety brewing while he waits for it to pass.
“Why don’t you put on that anime you’ve been watching?” you suggest, taking a different approach, hopeful that a distraction might help and keep him from spiralling into the catastrophising thoughts no doubt brewing in his mind.
“Okay…” Noah murmurs, his voice sounding so small compared to his overbearing size. Even as he shifts to reach for the TV remote he refuses to let go of you, one arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.
Another flash of lightning spills into the room, and Noah immediately tenses beside you. Your touch travels soothingly down his chest as he settles back against you after retrieving the remote.
“Here.” You gently take it from his hand, allowing him to return to his clingy form of self soothing.
The room is soon bathed in the glow of the TV light as you switch it on.
“Which one was it again?”
Opening Netflix, you scroll through the options before moving down to the ‘Continue Watching’ section just as Noah mumbles, “Naruto.”
You could roll your eyes at the amount of times he’s watched it already.
A small grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you hit play. The screen turns black before the familiar Netflix logo appears on the screen and the signature ta-dum sound suddenly blares through the room, causing Noah to flinch violently against you.
“Oh, baby, did that scare you?” Even though you try to hide it, amusement bleeds into your voice, earning a quiet chuckle from him in return.
“It caught me off guard. It was loud, okay?” he harrumphs, shaking his head before nestling his cheek against your chest again as he settles comfortably into place.
His attention eventually drifts toward the TV, growing quieter as the episode begins, while yours flickers between Noah and the bedroom window.
Outside, the night sky lights up intermittently, cracks of lightning branching across the darkness in jagged lines and fleeting shapes before vanishing just as quickly. At last, the cooling temperature begins to drift through the open window, no longer rendering your fan useless from doing nothing but blowing hot air around the room.
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