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Noah stood in the shower with one hand braced against the black tile wall, his head bowed as hot water ran down the back of his neck. Steam filled the bathroom like fog, blurring the full body mirror opposite the glass. 

Good. He didn’t particularly want to look at himself right now. Not after eight hours on a red-eye flight from London while his body ran on nothing but a cheap protein bar and two coffees. He hadn’t slept, he couldn’t sleep, and his body couldn’t even tell what time it was anymore. 

He tilted his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as the water ran through his hair before spiralling down the drain, carrying away the smell of airplane and weeks spent living out of a suitcase. His muscles ached from sleeping in cramped bunks on the tour buses, hauling heavy luggage through terminals and sitting in vans and planes for hours on end. 

He straightened up and rolled one shoulder, letting out a groan when it cracked loudly. 

So fucking old. He thought to himself. Though thirty wasn’t old, not in the slightest, it just felt that way after six weeks on the road, travelling through Europe. 

He landed just less than an hour ago, and he dropped his bags by the front door and immediately headed into the bathroom. He’d deal with unpacking later, he’d deal with missed calls and emails and whatever else was waiting for him later. 

After shutting off the shower, he finally noticed just how quiet his apartment (penthouse, he’s just humble) was. He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water disappearing into the expensive rug beneath his feet as he made his way into the kitchen. The place looked exactly how he’d left it, spotless, almost too clean- despite him telling his cleaner not to bother coming while he was on tour, but still paid her anyway. 

He stopped beside the kitchen island, and opened the fridge. Inside, he found a couple bottled waters, half a lemon and expired oat milk. He stared at it for a moment before shutting the door again. 

Food could wait. Everything could wait. 

He shook his head, and was about to make his way to the bedroom when his phone buzzed on the counter. 

Davis: Land safe?

He unlocked his phone and typed with tired fingers. 

Noah: Yeah. Got back an hour ago. 

Davis: Good. Get some rest dude, you deserve it 

He huffed a humourless laugh and tossed his phone back onto the counter. 

If only it worked like that. 

He knew he needed sleep, he was exhausted, every muscle in his body was screaming for rest, his eyelids burned and his head felt heavy… but he knew himself too well. If he climbed into bed right now, he’d stare up at the ceiling, eventually reach for his phone and scroll through twitter, reading comments he shouldn’t read. Maybe eventually he’d move into the studio and open up his laptop, start tweaking some demos for the next album, then start panicking about the next album. Worrying whether it’s good enough, thinking about streams and people’s expectations until the pressure would send him into a spiral. 

His brain didn’t know how to stop when he was at home, or at least not on it’s own. 

So he dragged his suitcase into the bedroom, and dropped it onto the bed. He dug through it until he pulled out a pair of black jeans, a tshirt that didn’t cling to him, and a pair of boxers that he hoped were clean. He quickly got dressed and half heartedly dried his hair with his towel before reaching for his black baseball cap that had dropped onto the floor. 

He caught his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted it on his head- his bloodshot eyes and dark circles, the way tour seemed to physically age him another thirty years. 

He just stared at himself for a moment before his eye caught his suitcase in the reflection. He should stay home, he should unpack, he knew that. Any sensible person would’ve climbed into bed and slept for twelve hours… instead, Noah found himself wandering towards the front door and reaching for his car keys. 

Because there was only one thing he could think about during the entire flight home. Not his bed, not the new album, not even seeing his friends. It was you. 

He didn’t have your number, he never asked for it, it never felt right, because everything about the two of you existed within the walls of the club. There was something comforting about that, though. There were no expectations, no texts late at night, no need to wonder if he was bothering you on your day off. He just had to turn up to the club, walk through the doors and you were there. 

But sometimes you weren’t. 

And if you weren’t, he’d nurse a whiskey, chat to the bartender for a while, tip the girls who came over to say hello then head home. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case tonight, since he knew for sure that you were working. Before he left for Europe, the bartender told him that you’d picked up Thursdays now that one of the other girls had left. So before he even left for the tour, he knew exactly where he’d be on the night he came home. 

He barely remembered getting in his car, but now he was at the club, walking up the door with his head down.

“Look who finally decided to come home!” The bouncer grinned, making Noah look up and give a tired smile. 

“It’s been a long six weeks.” Noah sighed, and the bouncer nodded his head before stepping aside to let him through. 

“Good to have you back.” 

“Good to be back.” He said with a nod, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was true. 

But it didn’t matter anymore once he stepped inside, the smell of perfume, cologne and alcohol all mixed together as coloured lights swept across the room. Nothing had changed in the time he’d been gone, everything was still in the same place, they were still playing the same music, the same bartender was polishing glasses behind the counter. 

He let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, then his eyes found you. You were on the stage, you must’ve been halfway through your first set tonight. 

He smiled to himself when he saw what you were wearing. The most gorgeous lacey lilac two piece that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He wondered just how many outfits you had, since last time you were in emerald, and before that it was red, baby pink, silver, and he could never forget when you were in black the first time he came here.

You looked beautiful as ever tonight. Your hair was even curled, and it gently bounced as you moved beneath the lights. The crowd was eating it up- there were a group of businessmen at the front who looked hypnotised, and a couple guys he guessed were rather drunk, throwing handfuls of bills onto the stage. 

You gave a polite smile, gracious and professional as you twirled around the pole again. Oh how he had missed watching you…

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite rockstar.” Noah looked over to see one of the girls who worked here, Lila, smiling brightly and looping an arm loosely through his. “You’ve been gone forever.” 

“Six weeks.” He nodded. 

“See,” she pouted, “Forever!” 

He laughed softly, a warm smile creeping onto his lips. 

“Good to see you.” He said. 

“You too.” She said, before stepping back to take a proper look at him. “...Shit. You look exhausted.” 

“I am.” He quietly admitted. 

“You want some company?” She asked casually. And there was no pressure, because she knew the answer already. 

“I appreciate it,” Noah said with an apologetic smile, “But…”

Her eyes followed his, and they led straight to you. She laughed, though he could tell she was a little disappointed. 

“I should’ve known.” 

He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. 

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologise,” she said, playfully nudging his shoulder, “She’s been wondering when you’d come back. I think your booth’s empty if you’re heading over there.” 

He nodded his head. 

“Thanks.” 

Lila gave him a smile, gently squeezing his arm, before turning around to head back into the crows. But Noah just managed to call out,

“Wait!” 

She slowly turned around, and Noah was already reaching into his pocket for his wallet, then he handed her a little stack of bills. 

“Have a good night.” 

…

Noah sat in the secluded booth that had somehow become his over the past year, he had his hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey that he’d been nursing for the past ten minutes while he watched you. 

You had no idea he was there, or maybe you did, he couldn’t tell. Still, he didn’t wave or try to catch your eye. He didn’t want to pull your attention away from your work. Not when this was your stage, your time, he was quite content to sit in the dark corner with his drink, letting his thoughts start to slow down.

And like usual in this place, he completely lost track of time. It was impossible not to when you would spin so effortlessly beneath the lights, when the way you moved your hips were hypnotic. He sank back into his seat, his legs spread beneath the table as his fingers tapped against his glass. 

Then before he knew it, your set was over. He watched you flash that professional smile before disappearing behind the velvet curtain at the back of the stage. He smiled to himself, then finally took another sip of his drink, which had now been watered down by the melted ice, though he didn’t mind. 

He was too busy imagining you backstage with the other girls, kicking off the towering heels for a few blessed minutes, complaining to the other girls about how your feet hurt- he’d heard that complaint from you enough times. He imagined you touching up your makeup, fixing your hair, drinking half a bottle of water in one go.

“So you finally remembered where we keep the door.” A warm and teasing voice spoke. "I thought maybe you found a better club."

He suddenly looked up, and there you were. Your lipstick had been reapplied, though it was a little smudged on the bottom, the pretty little outfit you had on had been covered up by an oversized black zip up hoodie, the hood pulled up over your head while the sleeves drowned you. And clearly you were giving your feet a break, since you were walking around in a pair of fluffy pink sliders. 

You looked human, like a regular person, not the dazzling performer he and everyone else had just watched on the stage. 

You slid into the booth, letting out a sigh as you sat down, resting your feet in his lap. But when you looked at him properly… your smiled disappeared. 

“Jesus, Noah.” You winced. 

“What?”

“You look like shit.” 

He scoffed, setting his glass back down onto the table. 

“Wow, thanks. Here I was thinking you were coming over to say welcome home.” 

You smiled, tilting your head.

“Where have you been?” You asked softly, and he rubbed his eyes. 

“Europe. Got back two hours ago.” 

“And you came straight here?”

He nodded. 

“I showered first, didn’t think you’d want me smelling like airports.” 

You let out a soft chuckle, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“Well, thank you for that.”

“I thought you’d appreciate the effort.” He smirked. 

“I do.” You nudged one of his knees gently with your slipper. “You look a lot cleaner than the last time you stumbled in after a flight.”

He smiled, the corners of his tired eyes softening. God, he’d missed this, he missed someone talking to him like he was just… Noah.

You studied him for another second, then your smile faded and your voice softened. 

“How long have you actually been awake?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“Noah.”

“Well, I slept for maybe…” He squinted as he thought. “Fifteen minutes on the plane?”

You frowned. Poor thing. He looked so tired and so tense, and instead of being tucked up in bed he was here. You didn’t wonder why, you knew exactly why he was here, even if he never told you. 

You leaned back into the booth, stretching one arm over the backrest before glancing towards the stage

“Y’know, I’m on my break at the moment. I’ve got about…” You checked the clock mounted above the bar. “Forty minutes until I gotta go back out there. There was a guy asking if I could give his friend a private dance.” You looked back at him, and he was nodding slowly. “And I was going to spend it backstage until I saw you.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, and thoughtfully tapped your long nails against the table. “Y'know... one of our private rooms are empty.”

His eyebrow lifted as he picked his glass back up. 

“And you look like you could use a dance.” You added.

He smiled into his whiskey.

“I probably could.”

You watched him for another second, thinking something over in your mind. 

“…Or.” You rested your chin in your palm. “I could give you a massage instead. You look pretty tense.”

He scoffed. 

“You’re telling me. I’ve spent six weeks sleeping in a tour bus.”

You frowned. 

“Must be pretty hard for a big guy like you,” you half teased, “I’m guessing the plane wasn’t much better?”

He shook his head. 

“I can tell.” You said softly, “I’ve got some massage oil in my locker.”

He looked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You do?”

“My back gets tight after dancing.” You sighed.

“Huh.” He hummed. “You offer this to everyone?”

You laughed outright.

“God, no.” You shook your head, “I’d never get any work done.”

He smiled.

“So why me?”

You met his eyes, not sure how to answer that without getting too soppy with it.

“I guess it’s just your lucky day.” You smirked, before reaching over to touch his tense shoulder, “I think I know just what you need.”

He smiled, small and tired, but grateful. 

“Thanks. That sounds good.”

You pushed yourself up from the booth, pulling your hoodie down so it covered your ass.

“Go upstairs, room three,” you instructed, “I’ll grab the oil from my locker, I’ll just be two minutes.”

He nodded, already reaching for his wallet.

“How much do I owe you?”

You looked almost offended.

“Noah.”

“What?”

“I’m on my break.”

“I know, but-”

“No.” You folded your arms. “This one’s not work.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you pointed a finger at him before he could. 

“Don’t.”

A reluctant laugh escaped him.

“I wasn’t going to.”

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“The only thing you owe me… is keeping this a secret.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded. 

You turned towards the staff corridor, then glanced back over your shoulder with a smile.

“And Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you’re home.”

…

Room three was at the end of the corridor, far enough from the main floor that the music had softened and you could just hear the bass thump through the walls.

Noah had barely been inside for thirty seconds before he heard the quiet knock, then the door opened just enough for you to step in.

“Sorry,” you smiled. “One of the girls cornered me to complain about a customer.”

He chuckled.

“It’s okay.”

You nudged the door shut with your foot before holding up a pair of heels that looked more like a torture device.

“So, I have a very important question.”

Noah tilted his head. 

“I’m listening.”

You lifted the heels slightly.

“Do you want me to look…” You made little quotation marks with your fingers. “‘Professional.’ Y’know, lingerie and heels.”

Then you liften and wiggled one foot in the fluffy pink sliders you were already wearing.

“Or… do you mind if I stay like this?”

Noah looked at the heels, then at your hoodie, then at the slippers.

“Is that even a question?”

“Your massage, your choice.” You shrugged. 

He laughed softly.

“You’re on your break, sweetheart. You’ve been working all evening, I’d rather you were comfortable.”

A smile spread slowly across your face.

“I knew I liked you.”

“You weren’t sure before?”

“I was about… seventy percent sure.”

“Only seventy?”

“Yup. Congratulations.” You tossed the heels onto the armchair in the corner dramatically. “You’ve just earned the remaining thirty.”

He laughed, the sound warm enough to make your heart squeeze. Then you walked over to the small table and set the bottle of massage oil down beside a folded towel. Then you looked back at him.

“Okay.” You clapped your hands together once. “Get your ass over here, pretty boy.”

He raised an eyebrow as he wandered over. 

“Bossing me around already?” 

“Mm, I know you love it.” You smirked, pointing down at the plush red L-shaped couch. “Sit.”

Noah huffed a laugh, but still obeyed. He lowered himself onto the corner of the couch with a groan, and in here you could see him better. The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to miss, and there was still that tightness in his shoulders, like he didn’t know how to let them relax. 

You stepped in between his knees, studying him for a second as a frown tugged at your mouth. 

“Wow, you really do look rough.” 

“Aren’t you just full of compliments tonight.” Noah scoffed, a playful smile on his lips. 

You ignored that, and instead reached for his baseball cap, and lifted it from his head, setting it on the table beside the bottle of oil. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, flattened from drying beneath the cap. 

“That’s better.” You smiled. 

You watched as his expression suddenly changed, he almost looked a little shy, and his hand started to rise towards his hair. 

“Nope.” You stopped him, catching his wrist before he could fix it. 

“It’s a mess.” He chuckled. 

“Well, in that case,” you settled onto one of his thighs, facing him, “Can I fix it?”

His eyes met yours, and his voice softened, like he’d been caught off guard. 

“...Yeah.” 

You smiled, and slowly slid your fingers into the dark strands at the back of his head, combing through his hair. As you did so, your long nails scratched gently at his scalp- and Noah’s reaction was immediate. His eyes fell shut, and a long breath escaped him. 

“Oh…” He let out a breathy moan. 

A tiny smile spread across your face as your hands slowly moved up his head, now brushing through the top of his hair. 

“That feel good?” You asked. 

“Mm… don’t stop.” 

You laughed softly and continued, your fingers slowly and gently moving through his hair. Little by little, you felt the tension leave him, his jaw relaxed and his head tipped forward ever so slightly, leaning into your touch.without even noticing. 

Then when you were finally satisfied, you brushed one last strand back from his forehead. 

“Much better,” you smiled, then carefully got up off his lap, “Alright, take your shirt off.” 

He couldn’t help but grin as he reached for the hem. 

“Remind me which one of us works at the strip club?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, as he pulled it up over his head in one motion before dropping it onto the arm of the couch.

You opened your mouth to say something… but nothing came out. 

…Oh. Wow. 

You’d seen him come in wearing tank tops before, the occasional tight t-shirt… but nothing could’ve prepared you for this. 

He wasn’t enormous, he didn’t look intimidating. He just looked… strong and masculine. Comfortably and naturally. His big broad shoulders tapered into a slutty little waist (sorry), his arms defined from years of lifting equipment instead of chasing impossible proportions at the gym. There were tattoos across his chest and stomach, your eyes drifted over them before settling on the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.

He looked like he took care of himself.

Maybe not as obsessively as some of the other guys you’d seen in here, who make their muscles and bodies their whole personality. But you could tell he put work into his body anyway. 

“You okay?” His voice pulled you back.

You suddenly met his eyes.

“Hm?”

“You’re staring.”

Heat crept into your cheeks.

“Yeah…” A laugh escaped you. “I wasn’t expecting…”

He looked down at himself, confused as to what you’re laughing at.

“What?”

“You look…” You searched for a word that didn’t sound ridiculous. “…really good.”

He gave an awkward little shrug.

“I’ve definitely looked better.”

You shook your head. 

“You know what’s funny?” You asked. 

“What?”

“I’m used to people staring at me. It’s literally my job.”

He nodded slowly, and you smiled to yourself. 

“It’s kind of nice that the tables have turned for once.” You added. 

A soft flush appeared across the tops of his cheeks.

“You’ve made me self-conscious now.” He said, half joking. 

“I promise I’m not judging you.” You insisted, “You’re just… wow.” 

Without thinking, your fingertips hovered near one of the letters tattooed just below his chest, then you paused.

“Can I?”

He glanced down at your hand before nodding.

“Yeah.”

Your fingertips rested lightly against his skin, tracing the edge of the ink with a featherlight touch. Then his stomach tightened involuntarily beneath your hand, and you immediately looked up.

“Sorry.”

“No.” A sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m just…”

“Ticklish?” You smirked. 

“...A little.” He said quietly. 

You smiled warmly.

“Wow, Noah Sebastian's ticklish?”

“Don’t go spreading that around.”

“I don’t know…” You tilted your head thoughtfully. “It’s kind of adorable.”

He groaned.

“I liked you better five minutes ago when you were being nice.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, remembering you were on a time limit. So you turned to pick up the massage oil. 

“Lay flat for me, on your stomach.” 

He obeyed without another word, and you took a step closer to the couch. You then shrugged off your hoodie, not wanting to cover it in oil. 

“Alright.” You said as you tossed it on top of Noah’s tshirt. 

He looked back over his shoulder at you. 

“If anything hurts, tell me. I’m not a professional, so promise you won’t sue me or the club if… I dunno, I break your shoulder or something.”

“I promise.” He laughed, folding his arms and resting his head on them. 

You looked at the couch… then at him… then at the couch. 

“…This is going to be awkward.” You said under your breath. 

“What is?”

“The angle.”

He frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t really reach your shoulders from here, not comfortably at least, so...” You sighed dramatically. “I’m going to have to climb up there.”

“Up there?” 

“On you.” You clarified. 

He bit back a smile.

“I have complete faith in you.”

“Yeah, well you shouldn’t.”

He heard you muttering to yourself as you tried to work out the least ridiculous way to do it.

“Left knee… no… that’s worse.” 

Finally, you carefully climbed onto the couch behind him, balancing yourself with one hand on the backrest.

“This feels very undignified.”

“I wish I could see what you’re doing.”

“Trust me, you don’t.”

Another second of shuffling followed…

“There.” You settled yourself down rather comfortably on his butt, your knees on either side of his hips. The position felt quite ridiculous, but it gave you the perfect leverage to reach his broad shoulders. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“…Are you comfortable?”

“I think so.” You smiled, pouring a little oil into your hands, warming it between your palms before reaching for his shoulders. 

“You ready?”

“Mhm.” He nodded into his arms.

Your thumbs pressed gently into the muscles beside his neck, and you immediately felt how tight they were. You worked slowly, using steady pressure rather than force, following the lines of muscle across his upper back. You didn’t realise you were rocking your hips with every movement, but Noah suddenly went very still. 

Every time you leaned forward to put more pressure into your hands, your hips roled, pressing your warm core firmly against the curve of his ass. After a couple of minutes, you felt him move underneath you, his muscles tensing instead of relaxing. 

“You okay down there?” You asked, still rocking slightly as you massaged lower down his back.

Noah’s voice came out a little strained.

“…Yeah. Just… keep going.”

You smiled, completely unaware of this effect you were having on him right now. Your hips continued to roll with the rhythm of the massage, rubbing your barely covered pussy against him over and over. The thin fabric of your thong did almost nothing to hide how warm you felt against him, even through his jeans.

Noah’s hands clenched into fists. His cock was now fully hard, trapped underneath him and grinding against the couch with every little movement you made. The pressure was driving him insane, and he wasn’t even sure you were doing it on purpose. 

You leaned forward again, your breasts brushing against his back this time as you worked on his spine, and let out a soft, focused hum.

“God, your back is so tight…”

Noah let out a quiet, broken sound that he tried (and failed) to disguise as a normal groan. Then, you finally sat back on his butt, still straddling him, and gently patted his side.

“Alright, big guy. Time to flip over. I wanna do your front too.”

Noah didn’t move right away.

“…Uh, okay. Maybe give me a second.” He mumbled into his arm, his voice hoarse.

You tilted your head, curiously.

“Why?” You chuckled.

He let out an embarrassed laugh.

“Because if I turn over right now, you’re going to see exactly what your little massage has done to me.”

A wicked smirk spread across your face. 

“Oh really?” You purred, “You got hard from me sitting on you like this and rubbing your back? Poor baby, were you that wound up?”

“You’ve been rocking your hips on me for the last five minutes,” he rasped, fingers digging into the couch, “What the fuck did you expect?” 

You laughed softly, biting your lip as you leaned forward, pressing your tits against his back while your hands slid down his sides. 

“Mm, I bet your dick's aching, huh?” You whispered, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “Trapped underneath you, where you can’t touch it… bet you wish it was my hand wrapped around it, hm?”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” Noah grumbled, but there was no real complaint in his voice, just strained arousal. 

“I am,” you smirked, sitting up straight and giving his ass a playful squeeze with your thighs. “It’s not every day I get to make a big, sexy guy like you this desperate just by giving him a back massage.” 

You finally climbed off of him, wiping your hands with the folded towel on the table, then looked back over at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“C’mon, turn over for me,” you said, tapping his side, “Let me see what I did to you.” 

Noah hesitated for a second, then slowly rolled onto his back. And the moment he did, the very obvious, very thick bulge in his jeans was impossible to ignore. Your eyes widened before you let out a delighted little laugh. 

“Wow,” you breathed, staring at him openly, “This all for me, huh?”

You reached out and trailed one finger lightly over up the length of his bulge, not enough pressure to satisfy, just enough to tease. And his hips twitched, a quiet curse slipping his lips. 

“Baby…” He warned, his eyes dark. 

But you just smirked, and swung your leg around him so you straddled him again. You settled your weight on him and slowly rolled your hips forward, grinding your barely covered pussy along the thick length of his cock through his jeans, and you had to bite your lip as your clit rubbed so deliciously against him. 

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying your massage.” You teased, your voice sweet as you started working your hands over his chest and shoulders again. Your thumbs circled his pecs, brushing over his nipples while your hips kept up that slow rhythm.

Noah’s hands flexed at his sides, his jaw tight as he fought to keep his restraint, and he tried to keep his hands off of you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He warned. 

You leaned down, pressing your tits against his chest as you massaged his shoulders, rolling your hips in a way that dragged your pussy right over the head of his cock with every movement.

“Am I?” You asked innocently, lips brushing his collarbone. “I’m just trying to be nice and help you relax all these tight, hard muscles…”

You sat up again, bracing your hands on his chest as you started rocking harder, grinding down on him with more pressure. The friction was perfect- your clit rubbing against his bulge over and over while you pretended to focus on massaging his abs. You almost forgot that you shouldn't be doing this here.

Noah’s breathing grew ragged. His cock throbbed hard beneath you, leaking precum into his boxers.

“Fuck… baby,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

You bit your lip and rolled your hips even slower, dragging your wet pussy along his entire length.

“Good,” you whispered, voice dripping with the teasing sweetness you know how to do so well. “I want to feel how much you like it.”

You kept going, grinding and rolling and pressing down harder with every pass, your own breathing getting heavier as you worked yourself against him. Your hands never stopped moving, sliding over his chest, his tummy, his shoulders, all while you rode his clothed cock like you were in his bed instead of a private room at the work.

Noah’s hands finally snapped up, making you jump as he gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your soft flesh to stop your movement completely.

“Sorry- fuck, stop moving,” he rasped, his voice strained and desperate. His cock was twitching beneath you, and he felt right on the edge. “I’m serious. I’m about two seconds away from cumming in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

You looked down at him with a satisfied little smirk, still gently rocking despite his tight grip.

“Aww, poor thing,” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You really are that worked up, huh? Just from me sitting on your lap and giving you a massage?”

Noah let out a shaky breath, thumbs stroking your hips even as he held you still.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed, his eyes dark with lust. “Keep teasing me like this and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, and with one last kiss to his neck, you pressed your finger to his lips as if to shush him. 

“Not a sound. Sit up.” You instructed as you stood yourself. 

You turned your back to him for a moment as you gathered your hair and tied it into a ponytail. Then you turned back around, and dropped gracefully to your knees between his spread thighs. You looked up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” you warned him as your fingers already started working his zipper, “If anyone finds out I did this- any of this- I could lose my job.” 

Noah nodded quickly, his jaw clenched and eyes half lidded as he watched you. 

You pulled his cock free from his trousers. He was rock hard, big, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with precum. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave him one slow, firm stroke, watching his thighs tense.

Then you leaned in and took him into your mouth.

Noah’s head fell back against the back of couch, a silent, strangled groan caught in his throat as you started sucking him, slow, wet, and sloppy. You took him as deep as you could, gagging softly when he hit the back of your throat, then pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock.

You looked up at him again, eyes watery but determined, and whispered,

“Not a sound, Noah. Or I stop.”

Noah nodded desperately, biting his lip hard.

You immediately went back down, taking him deeper this time. Loud, wet, filthy sounds filled the private room as you bobbed your head fast. Spit ran down his thick shaft messily, dripping onto his balls while you worked him.

You pulled off just long enough to look up into his eyes and spit on his cock, then stroked him fast and tight while your tongue swirled around the sensitive head, licking up every drop of precum like it was your favourite little treat.

“Fuck… baby-” Noah choked out in a broken whisper, one hand flying to your ponytail.

You moaned around his cock in response, the vibration making his hips jerk. Then you pushed yourself further, relaxing your throat and sinking all the way down until your nose nuzzled against his pelvis. You held him there, your throat fluttering and squeezing around him, glossy lips stretched wide around the base of his cock.

Noah’s whole body tensed, and his thighs started shaking.

You pulled back with a gasp, strings of thick spit connecting your mouth to his cock, leaving a ring of sparkly lips gloss at his base, then you immediately went back to sucking him hard and fast- sloppy, messy, and just straight up pornographic. Your hand stroked the base in time with your mouth while your other hand gently rolled and squeezed his heavy balls.

Fuck, Noah was losing it. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair as he fought to stay quiet and in control. His cock throbbed on your tongue, leaking constantly, then you looked up at him with teary, cockdrunk eyes and moaned again, sucking harder, hollowing your cheeks as you took him as deep as you could.

And that was all it took. Barely three minutes after you’d started, Noah’s hips rutted and his grip on your hair turned almost painful.

“I’m- shit, I’m cumming-” He gasped, his strained voice barely a whisper.

You moaned eagerly and pushed him deep into your throat just as he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled down your throat as his cock throbbed in your mouth. You swallowed around him greedily, milking every drop while he trembled and whimpered quietly above you. Even after he finished, you kept sucking gently, cleaning him up with soft and lazy licks until he was twitching and oversensitive.

When you finally pulled off, you wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb and looked up at him with a wicked little smile.

“Already?” You teased softly, your voice sweet and mocking. “I thought big rockstars like you had better stamina than that, baby. You came so fast… did my mouth feel that good?”

Noah let out a breathless, embarrassed laugh, dragging a hand down his flushed face.

“You’re evil,” he muttered, still trying to catch his breath. “Absolute fucking evil.”

You giggled and kissed the tip of his softening cock before tucking him back into his pants.

“Worth every penny you’re about to spend on me tonight, though… right?” 

Noah sat up slowly, his eyes still dark and hungry as he looked at you kneeling between his legs. He cupped your face with one big hand, his thumb brushing over your swollen, glossy lips.

“Come home with me instead,” he said, his voice rough. “Right now. Fuck the rest of your shift.”

You bit your lip, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Noah… I would but I promised this guy a lap dance in like five minutes. I can’t just-”

“I don’t care,” he cut in, leaning forward so his forehead rested against yours. “I’ll pay for it. I’ll pay triple what he was going to give you. I’ll cover all your house fees for the whole night, plus whatever tip you would’ve made. Fuck it, I’ll even pay the club an extra 2k if it means they’ll let you leave early..”

You raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by how quickly and casually he was throwing out numbers.

“Noah… that’s a lot of money.” You said as you stood up, only to be pulled down into his lap again. 

“I don’t care,” he said immediately, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw. “I’ve been stuck on a fucking tour bus for six weeks jerking off to the thought of you every night. I just came down your throat in under three minutes like a desperate loser. I need to return the favour. I need you tonight. All night. In my bed. On my tongue. Riding my cock until sunrise.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours as he kept talking.

“I promise I’ll make it worth it for you, princess. Five thousand. Six if you want. Whatever it takes so you can walk out that door with me right now and not worry about losing money.” His thumb stroked your bottom lip, hsi eyes burning into yours. “So what do you say? Let me spoil you properly. Come home with me tonight and I promise I’ll take care of everything- the club, the money, you. All of it.”

You felt heat pool between your legs at how insistent and generous he was being. The way he was willing to throw money at the situation just to have you. So you smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss him.

“Okay,” you whispered against his mouth. “I’ll go tell everyone I’m sick or something. Give me five minutes.”

Noah’s grip on your hips tightened, and he kissed you harder, deep and possessive.

To say Nick was jealous of the attention you give the cats would be a huge understatement.

Every time he sees them cuddling you, even it it was just for five minutes, he would hit you with the sad puppy eyes, and say "But what about me?"

One morning, he wakes up to find you surrounded—Lydia curled up tight to your chest, and Jerry on the pillow just above your head. You're softly stroking the two of them, eyes closed as you try to fight the urge to fall back asleep, almost failing.

"Baby…" he whispers, poking your cheek gently as your eyes slowly open.

"Morning." you yawn, before giving a tired smile. "You okay?"

"I want a hug." he pouts, his hand now gently holding your cheek.

"You can have one."

"But, Jerry and Lydia are in the way." he once again pouts, giving Jerry a little scratch behind the ear.

"That sounds like a bit of tough luck." you chuckle, before turning your attention back to your two furry little friends around you.

"Are you serious?" he huffs, a playful tone to his voice.

He gets up, unable to bear the jealously of the two as, once again, they steal you from him. After getting ready, he goes down to the kitchen to make breakfast, the three of you following not far behind him.

You hug his back as he cooks, Jerry and Lydia staring at the frying pan as they care more about the smell of bacon than the two of you.

When breakfast is finished and the two of you are sat eating, Jerry and Lydia sit at your feet as they humbly beg for a taste.

"They're my cats, dude." he glances underneath the table in disbelief. "I adopted these fuckers, I raised them! Why don't they want my food?"

"Because mine's just better." you tease, staring him in the eye as you chuck a piece for them each to enjoy.

"This is ridiculous." Nick clenches his jaw, shaking his head as he holds back a laugh. 

Throughout the day, Nick's jealously doesn't dissipate—in the afternoon, you are both cuddled up, watching a new film when Jerry and Lydia decide to join you. But instead of one laying on your lap and the other laying on Nick's, they both choose you.

Nick tries to steal Lydia off you, under the guise of 'taking the weight off your lap.' However, as soon as he sets her down, she climbs right back onto you, curling up tighter.

"I can't believe this." he sits in amazement, watching how he got rejected by his own cat.

"I'm comfier, Nick." you pat his head as you chuckle. "Just get over it."

"I wouldn't know, I don't get to cuddle you these days." he turns away, mumbling something you only just heard the end of.

"Are you jealous?" your smirk grows as he turns to look at you.

"No."

"Oh my god, you are!" you let out a laugh, spooking Jerry who looks up at you in disgust. "You're jealous of the cats."

"Whatever, man." he pouts, bringing his legs up to rest his chin on his knee.

Even at night, when the two of you were supposed to be having alone time, the two cats barge in before anything can go too far.

"You have got to be kidding me." Nicks hands cover his face as he lets out a sigh.

"This is hilarious." you fail to hold back a laugh as you lean down to face the two demons sat on the floor beside you. 

"I cannot do anything with you or get you to myself, can I?" he turns to face you, seeing that you're already cradling the two in your arms.

"Not even if you tried." you shook your head.

Nick spent the rest of the night pouting, jealous of all the attention you had given Jerry and Lydia. The cats loving you so much so quickly after you moved in was a win for you, but for Nick it meant he no longer was their favourite person. He may have been jealous of them, but he secretly loved watching you interact so fondly with them. 

Every night, seeing you cuddle them, he knew he chose the right person. If you could love the cats as much as he did, he knew he loved you even more.

a/n; IM BACK!!!!!

i dont really know if im back for good just yet, but i missed writing so much. mental health has been kicking my ass, so the thought of writing something and getting even just a little attention on it felt too overwhelming for a while.

though, over the past couple weeks ive been slowly writing the third part to the stalked series. it's in the editing/proof-reading stage rn, but i probably wont upload it until the fourth part is either completed or at least in the same stage just so i dont feel any pressure to rush it.

i have a few ideas in my drafts lined up, but i always welcome more in my asks!

anyways, i love you all so much. thank you for putting up with my shit and still loving my work even despite my temporary departure. thank you for reading <3

If there was one thing you were good at, it was keeping secrets. You had a very big secret that you direly needed to keep…and it directly involved your boyfriend, Noah Sebastian. Was he the secret? No. Was your relationship the secret? No. There were things about him that no one was to know, not even you were supposed to. But he told you anyway, because you were the lucky soul that would get to spend this lifetime with him.

It had been a few days since you’d seen Noah. Last you knew, he and the boys were on a ‘hunting’ trip out of state. They liked to do their business away from home as to not raise suspicion. They liked to steer attention away from them so they could stay in one place longer if they liked it enough.

In the few days that Noah was gone, you unfortunately had started your period. You had hoped you weren’t so that when he got back, you could welcome him back to one of his favorite places, between your legs. But now, that was ruined.

You grumbled as you walked into your bedroom from the bathroom, just having put on clean pajamas after a shower. You walked over to your bedroom window and opened it to let the cool night air in. You sometimes had a bad case of hot flashes on your period, and tonight they were particularly worse than other times. You held your lower stomach with one hand, flicking off the light switch with the other before finally crawling into bed and pulling the covers over yourself. You curled up in a ball as your lower stomach ached, a groan leaving your lips as you tried to close your eyes.

You were restless, the pain just aggravating enough that you couldn’t focus on falling asleep. You huffed, tossing and turning about until you finally found a position that relieved the pain just enough for you to manage to shut your eyes and comfortably fall asleep.

Outside your window, watching from a distance, was Noah, who had just returned from his time away. He knew your scent better than anyone, and unfortunately for him, he could smell the blood the second they entered the city. When the smell first hit him, his irises turned a solid black, his fangs showing themselves as he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he let the smell intoxicate him. He opened his eyes, licking his lips before making his way towards your house.

Noah was pretty good about staying away from you on your period, simply because he didn’t trust himself not to lose himself in you. But tonight, he could almost feel your pain as the pain of need radiated through him. He fed well on his ‘hunt’, but there was something about you that stirred a whole new hunger throughout him. He wasn’t just sniffing you out, he was starving to death for you and wasn’t going to stop until he had a taste.

Noah made his way to your house, looking up at your second story open window, the smell getting stronger and stronger as he neared. He could feel pain in his belly now, his throat on fire as the smell overpowered him. The whites of his eyes were burning and blood red now, his irises completely blacked out as he used his strength to climb the siding of your house, using your window ledge as a hurdle and climbing inside.

Noah was silent, like a ninja when he slipped into your room. His footsteps never echoed, his movements never made sound. Even the material of the black leather jacket he wore never made a sound as he was careful, trying to be still as to not wake you. Noah rolled his eyes and hung his head in shame as he stood at the foot of the bed, clenching his fists. He felt so Twilight coded, the way he felt guilty about standing here and watching you like a creep. He normally didn’t do things like this. He always respected your privacy and never came in without you knowing, but tonight was different. He couldn’t help himself tonight, and he was sorry for it.

Noah carefully peeled off his clothes as he did not want to make a bloody mess on himself. He was usually a dainty eater and never made messes to the best of his ability, but he couldn’t promise that tonight, he wouldn’t be an absolutely disgusting animal either. He carefully lifted the edge of the covers, just enough for him to slip underneath before he crawled under, seeing your bare legs crossed over each other, the silk nightgown you wore riding up your thighs, exposing the black panties you had on underneath. Noah could see the lump of a pad that you wore underneath the fabric and he smiled to himself. His fangs were almost vibrating with anticipation as he neared the center of it all, the pain in his throat almost excruciating as he carefully reached forward, gently parting your legs. He moved slowly, listening to see if you’d stir, but you did not. Your soft breaths continued steadily and he let out the breath he’d been holding.

Noah reached forward and grabbed the waistband of your panties before carefully tugging them down, trying to be careful not to wake you and also trying to be careful as not to waste a drop. He slowly pulled your panties down your legs before pulling them completely off. He turned to look at the pad inside of the underwear, seeing that there wasn’t much there since you had just showered and just put it on prior to laying down. He glanced to your core, seeing just a slight glisten at your entrance. Gravity was on his side tonight, knowing that everything waiting to come out was still in there, waiting for him to clean it all up.

Noah spread your thighs a little further before scooting closer. He stared down at your pussy, his mouth watering as his lips parted, his fangs aching with want as his eyes and throat burned with such intensity. He’d never felt this thirsty for someone before. He’d tasted tons of blood over the years, but nothing could compare to the scent of yours. He had to taste you, even if it was just once in your lifetime. He knew that he was risking it all, the possibility of him going feral and tearing you to shreds very much so on the line, but for whatever reason, he was extremely confident that he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Noah licked his lips before leaning in and closing his eyes, taking a deep inhale of you. You smelled wonderful, the smell of your freshly washed skin a mix of your soap, the lotion you had used and now, the blood. The blood smelled almost sickeningly sweet to him. He shuddered as he opened his eyes a and licking his lips. He gulped before sighing, leaning in closer.

”I’m sorry baby,” He whispered before he finally dove in for the kill.

Noah’s mouth completely enveloped your pussy, his lips closing around you as his tongue drove directly into your entrance. In your sleep, your back arched as the sensation jolted you. You let out a small whine, your eyes still shut as he ceased his motions. He sat still for a second, hoping you wouldn’t wake before he deemed the coast clear, going back to work. His tongue dipped in and out of you, his lips sucking, trying to pull what he could from you when you whined, your legs twitching around his head.

Noah closed his eyes, his hands gripping onto the backs of your thighs as he began to lap at your clit with his tongue. He wasn’t going to leave a single trace behind by the time he was done. Noah started to get so lost in the taste of you that he didn’t even notice your fingers that made their way down to lace through his hair, or the way your gentle breathing had stopped. His fangs grazed your clit as he curled his tongue inside of you, your hips bucking up against him. His eyes screwed shut as he moaned against you, the thought of you finishing while he ate you out making him hard.

”N-Noah?” Your sleepy voice rang out and Noah startled, his eyes shooting open and him freezing in place as you tossed the covers back off of you and him, a gentle gasp leaving your lips as you looked down, seeing his mouth locked tight onto your pussy. Your eyes were half lidded, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “What are you doing? I-I’m on my period, you’re not supposed to be here,” You muttered and he reluctantly pulled away, his lips leaving your pussy slowly.

”I uh, well, I knew you were on your period. And I figured you were probably cramping and not feeling good, but I also missed you and…I just wanted to make you feel good…” He lied, his eyes not meeting yours. Even in the dark, you could make out his face from the light of the moon. You could see the odd color to his eyes, one you had never seen before. It startled you, the face of his hunger unfamiliar to you. In this state, he looked feral. His fangs showing, his irises black and the whites of his eyes blood red. He looked almost like a demon in this light, his pale skin a ghostly white adding to the mix.

”Are you sure? You look…” You trailed off, searching for the right words but Noah swallowed nervously, still not meeting your eyes. “I thought you were hunting.” You said and he nodded.

”I was…” He started. “But then I came back and I smelled you and I just…I can’t help it. I HAD to have a taste.” He said and you bit your lip. Something about him needing to taste you this bad made your clit throb and you gave a sly smile.

”Well don’t stop.” You said and his eyes finally met yours, the look of shame being replaced with confusion.

”A-Aren’t you scared I’ll lose control?” He asked and you shook your head.

”No, I trust you. I’ve missed you and god, you feel so good right now, I want you to eat me. Fuck Noah, please, eat my pussy,” You begged and he felt his cock throbbing inside of his jeans.

”Fuck, say less baby girl,” He whispered as he buried his face back into your pussy.

Your head fell back onto your pillows, a moan escaping your lips as he moved his head side to side, his tongue diving back into your bloody hole. Noah slurped and sucked, trying to draw every last drop of blood from inside of your pussy out into his mouth. He licked you and sucked your clit, grinding his hips against the mattress as your moans fueled him to keep going. Your pussy pulsated around his tongue, his eyes beginning to lighten up as his hunger gradually began to become satisfied. He’d finally had a taste of you, the newfound taste equivalent to a drug. He was hooked, and you wouldn’t be able to keep him away during your period now.

”Noah, fuck, I need you inside. Your cock, or your fingers, please,” You begged and Noah moaned against your pussy before reaching up and sliding his fingers inside of you. He gently fucked his middle and ring fingers inside of you, curling upwards while he continued to lick and suck your clit. You moaned out, back arching as he began to pick up the speed.

”Your pussy tastes so fucking good baby, fuck I’ll never be able to be away from you on your period again.” He growled against your pussy and you smirked down at him.

”And here I thought you were just down there to ‘make me feel good’.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

”Well…I do want to make you feel good…obviously.” He gave a small smile before he pulled his fingers from you, holding his hand up and examining it in the moonlight. He could see the blood running down them, a groan leaving his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

You watched as he pulled his clean fingers from his mouth and he wiped them on his pant leg. You raised your hips up towards him, trying to get him to come back.

”Noah, please, fuck me, please,” You begged and he grinned.

”You want me to fuck you baby?” He asked, reaching down and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

”Yes,” You whimpered, keeping your hips raised up. “I’ve missed you and want to feel you inside of me again, please,” You begged and you looked down as you saw him tug down his jeans, his hard cock straining underneath the boxers he wore. He finally pulled his boxers down, releasing his hard cock. He pulled his jeans and boxers off before throwing them onto the floor and crawling on top of you. You reached down and grabbed onto his hard cock, beginning to stroke it.

A hiss left Noah’s lips as you stroked him gently, your pussy throbbing, begging to be filled by him. You spread your thighs wider and guided his cock to your entrance before you rubbed the head of his cock up and down your wet slit. You rubbed him against your clit, moaning out as he bit his lip, his fangs sticking out more so than the rest of his teeth. He finally reached down and grabbed your hand before lacing his fingers with yours and pinning your arm down beside your head. He moved his hips, the tip of his cock sliding down and meeting with your slick entrance before he finally pushed in, your mouth falling open and a choked whine leaving your lips.

”Fuck,” He whispered as he pushed further into you, his cock stretching you around him. He was so desperate to feel your pussy clenching around him again. He could practically cum just from feeling you around him. “I missed your pussy way too much babygirl,” He grumbled before beginning to thrust into you slowly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in close as he fucked you, his cock sliding in and out of your extra wet pussy. You felt him shudder as he closed his eyes, soaking up the feeling of being inside of you again after being away for so long. He began to pick up the pace, the sounds of your pussy squelching around him filling the room. Your breath caught in your throat as you reached up and rested your hand on his cheek, his eyes opening and meeting yours. You both locked eyes as he fucked into you, Noah leaning into your touch as you moaned out, silent gasps leaving his lips as he felt you clenching around him.

”God I love you,” He whispered and he felt you tighten even more around him.

”I love you too,” You whispered back as he leaned his forehead against yours, your eyes closing as he reached down and grabbed you by your hips.

”Gonna fucking cum, I want to feel you cum on my cock baby, please,” He begged you, leaning back so he could see. He reached down and began to circle his thumb on your clit while he began to fuck you hard and fast. You propped one leg up onto his shoulder and kicked your other leg to the side as he rested his head against your shin that rested on his shoulder, his hand squeezing your thigh as he buried his cock deep into you.

”Noah, fuck, faster, p-please,” You panted and he began to fuck you at an inhuman pace, earning a choked cry from you. Your nails dug into his his thighs as you grabbed onto him to pull him as close as possible, your release finally snapping.

You screamed out, your pussy clamping down around him as he drove himself into you, collapsing on top of you as he came inside of you as well. You felt him throbbing inside of you as he released and you shivered, biting your lip as he let out a deep groan in your ear. You both stayed like that for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as he finally pulled out of you, a mix of blood and cum beginning to seep out of you. He quickly hopped up and ran to grab a towel before rushing it back to you, stuffing it between your legs to catch the mess.

”Thanks,” You huffed, taking ahold of the towel and wiping yourself off. You looked up at Noah’s face, noticing that his eyes had gone back to normal. He must’ve really been down bad for it with the way his eyes had looked earlier. Earlier he looked terrifying, enough to the point that you were kind of scared of him. Noah used the other end of the towel to wipe himself off before he found your panties and held them up.

”How about you go clean up and I’ll hold you until you go back to sleep?” He suggested and you nodded, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

After you and Noah had cleaned up and redressed, Noah laid down with you in bed and held you close, his hands gently massaging your lower stomach as you curled up into him. He smiled to himself before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

”Do you feel any better?” He asked and you nodded, yawning.

”Yeah, much better. I was having a hard time getting to sleep before but I feel better now. Thank you.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. He shut his eyes as well, letting out a breath of relief from just being beside you. Although he couldn’t exactly sleep, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

”Anything for you. Goodnight baby,” He said quietly.

”Goodnight Noah.”