21, she/her, scorpio, lover of hot drummers <3 THE number one running in circles appreciator forever and always!
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some of my favourite bands are bad omens, thousand below, sace6, motionless in white, dayseeker, spiritbox, sleep token, holding absence, static dress, silent planet, black veil brides, too close to touch, honey revenge, thornhill, wage war, architects, the plot in you and rain city drive!! i'm from the uk, near london to be specific, so if any of these bands are on tour there's a chance i'll be at their shows!
running in circles is my favourite song in the whole world (besides sex by the 1975 lmao) so obviously that's where the blog name came from, i even have a tattoo of some of the lyrics from that song because it means so much to me <3 also i'd say it's bad omens most underrated song ever but hey that's just me!
i found wattpad when i was 9 because i had unrestricted internet access and an obsession with some minecraft youtubers 🫣 and i definitely shouldn't have been on there now i'm looking back on it, but i've always loved coming up with ideas for stories, writing them down in old diaries and scrapbooks, and then i found somewhere i could share them with other people!! and 12 years later i'm still doing the same thing <3
my dream job is to be a hairdresser, (but a super cool alternative one! my worst fear is doing balyages for the rest of my life) so i'm currently saving up to be able to afford a course! i'd love to pursue writing but it's always just been something i do for fun, and if i was to take it too seriously it wouldn't end up being fun anymore, so i'll stick to giggling and kicking my feet and writing noah sebastian fics :)
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masterlist ☆ wc: 7.7k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW, smut (unedited and unprotected morning sex), noah and reader discuss a dom/sub relationship and although i have done my research, some things may still be inaccurate. idk i don't like this, i feel like i tried to squeeze a lot into the dialogue towards the end, where i could've just had them having the different parts of the conversations in different chapters, because now i feel like they just wont stop yapping lmao but hey!
SO.. i know i hyped this chapter up at the end of the last one, but what i actually had planned for that is now happening in the NEXT part (sorry) i feel like it made sense for them to talk about the relationship dynamic before they do what they're gonna do in the next part hehehe🤭
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The room was still dark when you woke up, with the tiniest slither of light peeking through the curtains. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you let out a content hum before letting your eyes shut again. But the more conscious you were becoming, the more you noticed what was happening around you.
The AC was making the room far too cold for your liking, but there was also something warm pressed against your back. Noah was still holding you tight, spooning you, one of his arms resting heavily over your waist, holding you close, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
And his cock was still inside you.
You could feel it- soft and warm at first, nestled deep inside you. But as you became more aware, your walls clenched involuntarily, and you felt it slowly twitching, thickening, growing harder inside you. Noah was still half asleep himself, but his body was reacting to you none the less. He pressed even closer, his lips brushing softly against the back of your neck in lazy, sleepy kisses.
A low, quiet groan escaped him as his cock continued to twitch, stretching your sensitive walls again. You let out a soft, breathy whimper at the feeling, which at first felt a little strange and sore, but that feeling was starting to fade into something a lot more pleasurable.
Noah’s lips moved higher, kissing along your shoulder, then your neck, until he reached just behind your ear. His voice was deep and raspy with sleep when he finally whispered against your skin:
“…Morning, princess.” He gave a slow roll of his hips, pushing his now rock hard cock even deeper into you. The slow drag made you gasp softly. “I woke up hard inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleepy lust as he kissed your neck again. “Couldn’t help it… you feel too good.”
He didn’t thrust hard, he was just giving slow and lazy rolls of his hips, like he was savouring the warmth and wetness of your pussy. His hand slid down your body until his fingers found your clit, rubbing it gently while he continued kissing your neck and shoulder.
You moaned softly, pushing back against him, still hazy with sleep. Noah hummed in approval, nipping gently at your skin.
“Want me to make you feel good again before we get up?” He whispered tenderly, his cock throbbing inside you. “Or do you just want to lie here and let me stay buried in you a little longer?”
He slowly kissed the side of your neck again, while his fingers kept up their gentle teasing on your clit. But when he didn’t get an answer, he stopped moving.
“You want it, baby?” He asked, his breath warm against your neck as he moved his hand to stroke your hip instead.
You nodded, pushing back against him gently.
“I do… but I have work this morning.” You said softly, and he sensed the slight hesitation in your voice.
“Baby, it’s only 6am,” he whispered, nipping gently at your neck. “We’ve got plenty of time. Let me make you feel good before you have to go out.”
You hesitated for half a second, but then nodded, and melted back into his touch.
“Okay…”
You reached back and took his hand, and guided it down between your legs until his fingers rested on your clit again. At the same time, you pushed back against him, taking his now fully hard cock deeper into your pussy, making Noah let out a satisfied groan.
“That’s my good girl.” He whispered.
His fingers started moving in circles over your clit again while he rolled his hips, fucking you from behind. The entire thing felt so incredibly intimate, from waking up still tangled together, to the way his chest was pressed against your back, to the soft little kisses and soft praises he’d whisper between thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Just relax… let me take care of you.”
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pushing back to meet him again. Noah kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers kept up their gentle rhythm on your clit.
“You feel so good like this,” he said, “My sweet girl.”
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one pressing him fully inside you before pulling back just enough to slide in again. The room was quiet except for your soft moans and the gentle sounds of your bodies moving together.
Noah nipped lightly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue.
“You’re getting so close already, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “I can feel you squeezing me. Don’t hold back, princess. Cum whenever you want to.”
His fingers circled your clit a little faster, still gentle, while his cock continued those slow, deep strokes. You pushed back against him, chasing the pleasure, your breathing growing quicker.
Noah held you tighter, kissing the side of your face.
“That’s it sweetheart, let it happen. I’ve got you...”
The combination of his cock filling you and his fingers on your clit finally pushed you over the edge. You came with a soft, trembling moan, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through you.
Noah groaned quietly, kissing your neck as he felt you cum around him, and he kept moving through your orgasm, slow and gentle, drawing it out until you started to come down. Then his own breathing grew heavier. His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more urgent.
“I’m close, baby,” he murmured against your skin, voice strained with pleasure. “Can I cum inside you?”
You nodded quickly, pushing back against him.
“Please…”
Noah buried his face in your neck and let out a low, shaky groan as he came. His cock pulsed deep inside you, filling you with warm, thick spurts of cum. He held you tightly through every twitch, kissing your shoulder and whispering soft, sleepy praises.
“Fuck…” he breathed, still buried inside you as he finished. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as his softening cock stayed nestled warmly inside you.
“Stay like this with me a little longer,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to the back of your neck. “We still have time before you have to get ready.”
So you did. You stayed like this for another fifteen minutes, just holding each other and sharing sleepy kisses, until you decided it was probably time to shower.
You both stood under the water, taking turns stealing the shampoo and conditioner from each other. There was just something so soft and intimate about the way he was holding you, the way he ran his soapy fingers through your hair before conditioning the ends, the way he took his time and put so much care into every little touch.
By the time you’d both finished in the bathroom, Noah was towelling off his hair while you stood in front of the mirror braiding yours, then you caught his eye in the reflection.
“…I don’t want to go to work.”
He smiled.
“I know.”
“No, I really don’t.”
He nodded his head.
“Just wanna climb back in bed, huh?”
You sighed as you tied the little elastic around your hair.
“I’ve been thinking about it.” You turned to face him, folding your arms. “Can I call in sick?”
“You could.” He shrugged.
Your eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“No.”
You groaned loudly enough to make him laugh, and he wandered over, sliding his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“What happened to the girl who told me she’d go insane if she didn’t work? Have I really spoiled you that much?” He smirked.
“It’s not that…” You rested your forehead against his shoulder with another exaggerated sigh. “I just know today’s going to drag.”
He gently rubbed your back.
“Probably.”
“Thanks for the optimism.” You scoffed
“But…”
You looked up. His expression had suddenly changed into one of those knowing looks that told you he was already three steps ahead, and he knew something you didn’t.
“If you can make it to the end of the week… I’ve got something planned for us.”
Your curiosity straight away won over your misery.
“What kind of something?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Noah!”
He shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Maybe...”
“Will you give me a clue?”
He thought it over for a moment… then shook his head.
“That’s not fair.” You pouted.
“It’ll be worth it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.” He smiled, then leaned down and kissed your forehead. “So… if you manage to make it through the rest of the week, I’ll promise to make it worth it.”
…
If Noah’s promise of a surprise at the weekend was the only thing that got you through the drive to work that morning, it certainly wasn’t enough to get you through the shift itself. Because from the moment you stepped through the door, everything just seemed to go wrong.
The morning rush felt more busy than normal, the card machine froze twice before lunchtime, somebody spilled an entire caramel latte across the floor by the counter, and by eleven o’clock you’d remade three drinks because customers insisted they were wrong- despite watching you make them exactly how they asked.
By midday your feet were aching and you felt sick. By two o’clock you’d forgotten to take your lunch break because of how busy it’d been, until Tom shoved a sandwich into your hands and guided you away into the staff room.
By four, someone had complained that their coffee wasn’t hot enough, despite steam still rising from the cup when you took off the lid. But still, you smiled through every interaction and apologised a thousand times, even when it wasn’t your fault. Then, somewhere around five o’clock, your brain simply stopped working.
“Hey.” You looked up as Tom appeared beside the coffee machine. “You alright?”
You blinked, caught suddenly off guard.
“…Yeah?”
“Pfft, liar.”
You let out a tired laugh.
“I’m just done with today.”
Tom nodded sympathetically.
“Only another hour.”
You groaned dramatically.
“I don’t think I’ve got another hour in me.”
“You do.” He said, then suddenly nudged your shoulder. “And good news!”
“Hm?”
“The new guy starts on Monday!”
You looked at him hopefully.
“Really?”
“Yep. So next week we shouldn’t be running around like lunatics.”
Relief washed over you.
“Oh thank god.”
The thought alone was enough to keep you going for the final stretch… and before you knew it, it was six. You finished wiping the counters, put away the left over sandwiches and pastries, mopped the floor and finally untied your apron.
You said goodbye to Tom, who promised to close so you could leave just that little bit earlier, then finally, you pushed open the cafe door and stepped outside into the cool evening air.
A familiar black car was already waiting outside, and it made your heart flutter the moment you spotted it. You couldn’t stop smiling as you hurried over, exhaustion forgotten for just a second. But he climbed out before you’d even reached the car.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” You smiled.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before reaching for your bag.
“I’ve got it.” He said.
“I can carry-”
“I know.” But he took it anyway. Then the two of you started walking towards the passenger side together.
“So…” Noah glanced at you. “How was your day?”
You opened your mouth… but nothing came out.
Instead, the overwhelming feeling creeped up on you again, and your eyes suddenly started to fill with tears, so you immediately looked away.
“…Hey.” His voice softened, and he stopped walking. “What happened?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart.”
You swallowed hard.
“It was just…” You let out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a long day.”
His face suddenly softened even more, because he suddenly saw it all on you. How tense and stiff your shoulders were, how exhausted your eyes looked, the way your jaw was clenched…
Without saying another word, Noah stepped closer, and his hands settled gently on either side of your face.
“You made it.” You said gently.
You looked up at him.
“What?”
“You got through it.”
The lump in your throat somehow grew even bigger.
“I know it doesn’t feel like much right now,” he said quietly, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks, “But I’m proud of you.”
A tiny, weak smile appeared on your lips.
“I spent ten minutes crying because I didn’t realise someone asked for oat milk. I had to chase them out the cafe!”
He smiled sympathetically.
“It’s okay.”
“And I forgot someone’s muffin.”
“That’s okay too.”
“And-“
“Shh,” he gently hushed, before his hand found yours. “You’re done now, okay? It’s time to come home and relax.” Just hearing him say it slightly eased the feeling in your chest. “You don’t have to stress anymore.”
He opened the passenger door for you.
“I’ve got you.”
You zoned out almost the whole way back to Noah’s, your head resting against the window, and you watched the city blur past as Noah drove with one hand on the wheel. Every now and then he’d glance over at you, like he was just silently checking in, but nothing changed the whole way back.
He could tell you were running on fumes, and he hated it.
By the time he pulled onto the drive, you didn’t even realise you’d almost fallen asleep.
“We’re home.” He said as he opened the passenger door, and reached over to unbuckle you.
You blinked a few times, a little confused and slightly dazed.
“…Already?”
He smiled.
“C’mon.”
This time, he didn’t even give you the chance to reach for your bag. He lifted it onto his shoulder before holding the front door open for you.
The familiar, now comforting, scent of his home hit you the second you stepped inside, and you let out a long breath.
God… it really was starting to feel like home.
Noah locked the door behind you before setting your bag down in the hallway, then he turned to face you.
There was something different about him now… he wasn’t stern or cold, but the way he was looking at you told you that what he was about to say wasn’t up for discussion.
He gently tilted his head.
“Come here a second.”
You didn’t realise you were still stood by the front door, so you took a couple steps closer, until he could reach you, then he brushed a thumb over your one of your cheeks.
“You’ve had enough today.”
You laughed tiredly.
“I really have.” You frowned.
His hands settled gently on your shoulders.
“So…” A tiny smile appeared on his lips. “I’m taking over.”
You looked at him curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he said softly, “…you don’t have to make another decision tonight. I’m giving your brain the evening off.”
Your lips curved into a smile.
“…Okay.”
“I’ve got three jobs for you, baby.”
“Three?”
“Only three.” He nodded, then held one finger up. “First…” He reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. “I’ve written a message for your landlord.”
You frowned. You had completely forgotten to chase up the inspection, to ask if anyone had been out to look at your apartment yet.
“It says exactly what you need it to, so you just need you to read it, make sure you’re happy with it, and send it to him from your phone.”
You stared at him.
“You wrote it for me?”
“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Then, he held up a second finger.
“After that…”
He gently turned you towards the staircase.
“I will run you a bath. I want you to take your time in there, relax, use whatever you want… there’s no rush. If you’d like, I can even help you in there, but otherwise,” he held up the third finger, “Come back downstairs when you’re finished, dinner will be ready. I went shopping earlier and bought one of those pizzas you said you liked. I know it’s nothing fancy, but just like you said to me last night, it’s a comfort food.”
Your heart melted, and you suddenly felt tears begin to blur your vision.
“You don’t have to do any of that for me.”
“I know.” He whispered, “But I want to anyway.”
You smiled.
“…Can I help?”
He shook his head.
“Nope. You looked after me last night, so tonight,” his thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “It’s my turn to look after you.”
You looked at him for a long moment, wondering whether to argue it. But why would you? The heavy, anxious feeling that had been sitting on your chest ever since you’d opened the cafe this morning was gone. Your shoulders had dropped without you even noticing, the constant buzzing of voices and thoughts in your mind had quietened.
He had told you exactly what you needed to do, you didn’t have to plan a single thing or make any choice. Just do as he said.
And Noah watched as it happened. The way your posture softened and you let out a tiny breath, and he thought to himself there it is.
He’d been noticing it for a while now. Whenever he gently took charge, you would simply let him, and you’d be so at ease. It was really the only time you’d let yourself relax, and it left him wondering something…
“Go on.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, with a gentle pat against your hip, “Off you go.”
You laughed quietly.
“Yes, sir.”
The words slipped out before you even realised you’d said them, then you suddenly froze, and Noah froze too. For a second, neither of you said a word. Then one corner of his mouth slowly pulled into a smirk.
“…Cute.”
Heat rushed straight to your face.
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know.” He smiled, “C’mon, let’s send this text and run you a nice warm bath.”
…
The bath did exactly what Noah had hoped it would. You stayed in there for almost an hour, surrounded by bubbles, and the scent of lavender filling the room. Noah had stayed in there with you for the first fifteen minutes. You talked about your day, got some things off your chest, and he even washed your hair for you.
For the first time all day, you finally felt like you could breathe. You weren’t thinking about work, or your apartment, or your landlord, or anything that had been causing you stress. You were just existing, taking all the time you needed, laying back in the water until it began to feel a little cold.
By the time you wandered back downstairs in the clothes Noah laid out on the bed for you- one of his t-shirts and a comfy pair of pyjama shorts- your hair was still damp, but for the first time since coming back from Paris, your mind felt at peace.
You heard Noah call your name, so you looked towards the kitchen, and he was stood by the counter, plating up dinner.
“I was starting to think you’d fallen asleep in there.”
“I could’ve.” You smiled.
Dinner was nothing fancy- just pizza, garlic bread, two cold drinks and more easy, simple conversation that didn’t hurt your head. It was his turn to tell you about his day now, how he visited his friend Davis (and showed you a picture of his dog), they talked through some merch ideas then he went grocery shopping and saw they had your favourite pizza so of course he had to pick a couple up.
After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch. The TV played a nature documentary that you both commented on every now and then, talking about how cute the animals were, about how he and his friends visited a koala sanctuary last time they were in Australia. It just felt so calm, so peaceful. Exactly what you needed after a day like today.
At some point, you stretched your legs across his lap without really thinking about it. Neither of you said anything about it, but after a moment, you felt his hand gently settle around your ankle.
“You alright if I…?”
You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been standing all day,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the side of your foot, “Your feet probably hurt.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“...A little.”
His thumbs began to gently press into the arch of your foot, and you let out a content little sigh at how unexpectedly nice it felt.
“Is that good?” He asked gently, and you nodded.
“But be careful, I might just fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
He let out a soft chuckle, continuing to slowly massage you.
“And is that a problem?” He asked, glancing back up at the TV. “Just means I’ll have to carry you up to bed… oh no!”
You let out a chuckle, about to argue, but his warm, strong hands were incredibly gentle, and you felt yourself sink into the comfy cushions. For a moment, the two of you were silent, watching the TV, until he eventually spoke again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You turned your head.
“Sure.”
“It’s a slightly strange question.”
That made you smile.
“Go on…”
He looked down at your feet in his lap for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“…Have you noticed how different you are tonight?”
“What do you mean?” You frowned.
He glanced back up, meeting your eyes.
“You’ve been the happiest and most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen you. You’ve smiled more, you’ve not been fidgeting…” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze. “…Do you think maybe.. it’s because your mind finally seems to have settled?”
You thought about it.
“…Yeah. Does it really show that much?”
“It does to me.” He said softly, “Do you know why you feel like this?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. So he gently prompted you.
“Do you think it could be because you’ve let me take some of that weight off you tonight? Writing the message to your landlord, choosing which bubble bath to use, laying out something for you to wear, telling you what we’re having for dinner..?”
“...Yeah.” You answered after a moment, “Yeah, it’s definitely made me feel a lot better.”
He nodded his head slowly, his fingers still working against your skin.
“I’ve been noticing something for a while.”
“What’s that?” You asked curiously.
He paused for a moment, taking in a slow breath.
“Before I say this, I want you to know that I do not think you need someone to rescue you- I know you don’t. I think you’re so incredibly capable, you work hard, you’ve built a life for yourself, and you know just how to handle things. You always will.”
He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he continued.
“But… I also think you’re exhausted.” He said simply, and the words hit you harder than you expected. “I hate that you think you have to deal with everything, and carry the weight of it all by yourself.” He added.
“I don’t really know how not to.” You said, looking away from him and letting out a laugh that didn’t really sound like a laugh at all. “I know no one’s coming to save me… I know that if I don’t stay on top of things, everything will just fall apart. It’s just the way life is, Noah. Some of us have it easy, some of us don’t have a choice.”
Another quiet moment passed, he pressed his lips together and slowly nodded his head.
“I completely understand, more than you know baby, trust me. But has it ever occurred to you…” he said, his voice soft, “That maybe you’ve just never had someone that you trust enough to take that weight from you?”
Your eyes drifted back to his, and before you could say anything, he continued.
“I’m not saying all of it, I’m not saying forever… I’m just talking about whenever things get too much, or if there’s something that you recognise is causing you a lot of stress… let me handle it. Like I’ve done for you tonight.”
He looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently stroking your ankle.
“I took control tonight, didn’t I? I gave you those tasks to do, I made those big decisions for you, and you didn’t argue, you trusted me with everything, and up until about five minutes, you looked peaceful,” he chuckled softly. “I liked seeing you like that.”
You slowly nodded your head, feeling your chest ache a little.
“Yeah… thank you for doing that, Noah. It really made me feel…” you searched for the right word, “Safe.”
He looked at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile.
“That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”
Then, for a moment, another comfortable silence settled between you two. The TV continued playing, though neither of you really knew what was going on anymore. Then Noah gently moved your legs in his lap until you looked a little more comfortable, then- almost cautiously this time- he spoke again.
“I’ve been wondering whether there’s a way we could make that feeling something you get more often.”
You looked over at him again, frowning curiously.
“What do you mean?”
Then Noah slowly took a deep breath, like he was almost preparing himself, before asking,
“Have you ever heard of a dominant and submissive relationship?”
Your tummy immediately fluttered, but you couldn’t help yourself from smirking.
“You mean like, ‘who’s your daddy, babygirl?’” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Noah dropped his head back against the couch, trying to hold back his laugh.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You giggled.
“I know.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I guess that is the stereotype…”
“So that’s not what you’re talking about?”
“No. Not unless that’s something that two people enjoy.” He looked back at you, “I’m talking about trust.” The smile slowly faded from your face as you realised how serious he was. “I’m talking about one person choosing to take a little more responsibility, and the other choosing to hand a little of that responsibility over.”
You frowned thoughtfully.
“So… the dominant is in charge, right?”
“Yeah, in some ways.” He smiled softly. “But not in the way you probably think. Instead of bossing the sub around, the way I see the dominant’s role is to create somewhere that feels safe. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. So the submissive doesn’t have to be ‘on’ all the time. They put their trust in the dom to care for them, so they can just switch their brain off.” His thumb continued absentmindedly tracing circles against your ankle. “If I were to be a dom, I don’t want someone who’s scared of me, or someone who obeys me because they have to. I’d want someone who’s comfortable enough with me to relax and trust me to make the right choices for them.”
Your heart gave the tiniest squeeze.
“…Like tonight.” You said.
He smiled.
“Exactly like tonight.”
You thought about it for a moment…
“So… what does that actually mean? If tonight worked the way you wanted it to?”
He leaned back into the sofa.
“It means we’d probably have routines. Tonight seemed to help you, so I’m guessing your brain likes structure.”
“I don’t think my brain knows what structure is.” You scoffed.
He gave you a sad smile.
“So maybe that means I’d tell you exactly how I want your day to look. You’d still get a say, of course, I don’t want you to think I’m taking your autonomy away… but maybe I’d tell you what time to set an alarm for in the mornings, I’d remind you to eat breakfast, then after work it’d be just like tonight- I’d plan the evening out for you, tell you to change into something comfy, remind you if there’s anything you need to do, like texting your landlord…”
A warm smile spread across your face.
“...I think I like the sound of that.”
“You think?”
You nodded your head.
“And aren’t there like… rules to things like this?” You asked, “Is there a contract I have to sign?”
He chuckled, his fingers stroking up and down your calf.
“There can be rules and contracts...”
Your eyebrows rose.
“It sounds a bit scary.”
“It shouldn’t be.” He reassured you, “They’re not there to punish you, baby. They’re there to support you. For example, I don’t think we’d have a formal contract, but our rules might be that you text me to let me know you got to work safely every morning, and I might ask that if you’re overwhelmed or you aren’t having the best day, to tell me instead of pretending you’re okay. And if something I did ever upset you, I’d expect you to tell me that too.”
You smiled softly, nodding your head.
“So it’s not just me following rules?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I’d have more rules than you, actually.”
“Really?”
He nodded his head.
“The dominant has a hell of a lot of responsibilities.” He explained, “If I were asking you to trust me like that, I’d have a responsibility to earn it every day in every which way, and to respect every one of your wishes. I may be the dominant, but you’re actually in total control, baby.”
The room then fell quiet as you thought, the TV still playing in the background, completely forgotten about now. You looked down at your hands, unsure what to say…
“So you think this is something that’d actually suit us?” You asked gently, and he shrugged almost shyly.
“…I think this is something we’ve already been doing without either of us noticing.”
You nodded, realising he’s kinda right.
“…Can I say something stupid?”
“There’s no such thing.” He smiled.
“I always thought this kind of thing was just like… a sex thing.” You said, your cheeks turning a little pink.
“A lot of people do.” Noah chuckled quietly. “And it can be. For some people, that’s all it is. But for other people, it’s a whole relationship dynamic. It can be the way you communicate, how you look after each other, the roles you naturally fall into.”
You nodded your head slowly, though you were too busy wondering,
“Would ours be a sex thing?”
He shook his head with a little smile.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not primarily,” he said, “I don’t want the bedroom to be the foundation of this. I want it to be built on trust, communication, and you feeling safe- that’s what I care about most.” He gave your ankle a gentle squeeze again, “The bedroom would just be another place where that trust comes into play.”
“So it could become a part of it?” You smirked.
He let out a soft chuckle, the expression on his face still calm and reassuring.
“If you wanted to explore that side of it with me, then yes. We’d talk about it, take our time, and only do what feels right for the both of us. Communication and trust is the most important part of this whole thing, so we’d discuss boundaries, things we wanna explore and the things that are completely off the table, so neither of us are left feeling unsure or uncomforable.”
You nodded your head.
“You’ve really done your research on this, huh?” You smiled.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t want to bring it up unless I was sure I understood exactly what I was asking.”
You moved your legs, swinging them off his lap before sitting up straight.
“So if I agree to this…” you began, “You’re not gonna make me call you daddy at any point?”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his head tipping back against the couch again as he flashed a toothy grin.
“Why would I, baby?” He shook his head, “...I know there’s a different word you prefer.”
Your face suddenly felt red hot, but you tried to play it off with a scoff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no? That little blush says otherwise.”
“There is no blush.” You folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to look offended though your grin gave you away. “You’re imagining things.”
He smiled knowingly but, to your relief, let it drop.
“For the record,” he said, “I’m never going to tell you what you have to call me. If something feels natural, great. If it doesn’t, we don’t do it.”
You nodded, appreciating how simple he made everything sound.
“…Okay.” So daddy isn’t off the table?
Silence settled between you for a moment, and you chewed on your cheek, another question forming in your mind.
“…Can I ask something else?”
“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”
“It might sound… really stupid.”
“It won’t.”
You hesitated.
“So…” You looked over at him, a tiny smile creeping onto your face. “What happens if I’m… difficult?”
One of Noah’s eyebrows lifted.
“Difficult?”
“You know…” You shrugged innocently. “If I roll my eyes, sass you, tease you, deliberately don’t do what you tell me to…”
His expression didn’t change, instead, he looked almost amused.
“You mean what happens if you’re a brat?” He smirked, “…well it depends, would you ever do that?”
“I don’t know.” You grinned. “Maybe.”
He laughed softly.
“I think you probably would.”
“I might… just to see what happens…” You smirked.
“Yeah, I had a feeling.” He shook his head.
You watched him carefully, that little teasing smile still on your face.
“So?”
He thought for a second before answering.
“If you’re teasing me because you’re in a playful mood… then yeah, I’d probably tease you right back, or if you’re purposely pushing me then yeah i’d give you what you want if you’re asking me to punish you- but that’s something completely different that we can discuss. But if you’re pushing back because you’re overwhelmed, upset or anxious…” His expression softened. “…then I’d stop and figure out what’s actually going on.”
“So you wouldn’t just put me in my place?”
He let out a quiet laugh.
“No, baby, not unless I know that’s what you want.” He leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes people joke, sometimes they’re bratty or playful, sometimes they’re stressed. And sometimes they’re asking for reassurance without knowing how.” His eyes met yours. “My job would be to figure out which one it is.”
Your smile faded into a look of soft awe.
“…You really think about people’s feelings a lot, don’t you?”
“I’d have to.” He shrugged. “If someone trusted me enough with this, then I’d have a responsibility to pay attention to how they’re feeling.” He smiled. “Besides, you strike me as someone who’s a little cheeky.”
Yeah… you couldn’t deny that.
The documentary eventually ended, and the credits ran on the screen. Noah reached for the remote and switched the TV off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the sofa. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a quiet sigh.
“Come on.” He said, and you looked up. “I think it’s time for bed.”
You nodded your head. He stood first before offering you a hand, waiting patiently until you slipped yours into it.
“Good evening?” He asked.
“It’s been a really good evening.” You smiled.
“Good. I’m glad.” He smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading you upstairs.
After you’d both brushed your teeth, Noah had disappeared for a quick shower. You wandered around his bedroom while you waited, absentmindedly straightening the cushion on the chair by his window before immediately laughing at yourself, thinking “seriously? you’re tidying his room now?”
The sound of the shower soon stopped, and a few minutes later the bathroom door opened.
You looked up, and… oh.
“What?” Noah glanced over, towelling his hair dry.
“…Nothing.”
A smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Mm, doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
Heat crept back into your cheeks as he stepped into the bedroom. He’d changed into a pair of grey joggers and nothing else, his hair dark and damp from the shower, his chain necklace still around his neck, catching the light. He looked too fucking good… it brought your mind back to something you were talking about earlier…
You looked away before he could catch you staring again.
“Oh… you’ve gone shy, baby.”
“No I haven’t.”
“You have.”
You shook your head, letting out a lighthearted sigh.
“I was just thinking.” You answered.
“About?”
“…Stuff.”
He laughed quietly, hanging the towel back over the door before walking over to the bed.
“Well, that narrows it down.”
You climbed into bed beside him, suddenly finding the pattern on the sheets incredibly fascinating.
“Have you got another question?” He asked.
You looked up, a little in awe.
“…How do you always know?”
“Because you’ve got your thinking face on.” He smirked, “You always bite the inside of your cheek when you’re thinking.”
You weren’t even aware you were doing it, but the moment you caught yourself, you stopped.
“Okay… maybe I do have another question.”
“Then ask away.”
You hesitated.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Why not?”
Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug.
“I don’t know…” You looked down at your hands. “It feels embarrassing…”
Noah’s expression softened immediately, he reached across the bed and laced his fingers with yours.
“Hey, nothing’s embarrassing, baby.” His thumb brushed gently across the back of your hand. “If you’re asking something because you’re curious, if there’s something you want to understand, or you want to know what something might look like…” He smiled warmly. “Those are good conversations. Important conversations.”
You felt yourself relax a little.
“So you don’t mind?”
“Not even slightly.” He smiled. “I’d much rather we talked about something when we’re both relaxed like this than when we’re caught up in the moment.”
You let out a small breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
“I think that’s why I want to ask now.”
“Mm, I thought it might be.” He shuffled a little closer to you, but still gave you plenty of space. “So… what are you wondering?”
You laughed nervously.
“I feel like every question I ask tonight makes me sound more clueless.”
“There isn’t a test, baby. And there definitely aren’t any silly questions.” He squeezed your hand. “This is something we’d figure out together, you need to ask these questions.”
The reassurance settled something inside you, and you slowly nodded your head.
“How would this kind of relationship change what we do in the bedroom?” You asked, your cheeks heating up again.
He thought for a moment, sitting up a little more against the headboard.
“It wouldn’t change anything, unless you wanted it to.” He answered, his voice warm and steady. “We’d only go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if we do this… it means I take full responsibility for your body and your pleasure, and there are some slightly stricter rules.”
Noah reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender even as the conversation grew heavier.
“First, we’d have safe words, or maybe a colour system would work better for us,” he explained. “‘Red’ to stop everything immediately. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down or check in, and ‘green’ if you’re good and want me to keep going. You can use them anytime, baby, even if you’re in the middle of moaning my name and your legs are shaking.” He smirked.
You nodded, listening carefully as he continued, his hand now resting on your thigh under the covers.
“We’d also talk about limits and boundaries beforehand. Hard limits are things that are completely off the table. Soft limits are things we might explore later when you feel safer. The most important part is that you communicate with me, so i know that you trust me to take care of you. To push you, but never break you, and to always put your wellbeing first, even when I’m being rough with you- if that’s something you want.”
“That is something I want to try, actually...” You confessed shyly, “I want you to be rougher with me.”
“And how do you want me to do that, baby?” He asked gently.
“…Fuck me harder,” you whispered, “Maybe even manhandle me…”
Noah’s smile just grew.
“Yeah? What about things like choking? Spanking? Degradation?”
“I’d like to try those things,” you nodded, “Just slowly… and maybe not the degradation part. I don’t like being called bad names or anything that makes me feel worthless…”
Noah’s expression immediately softened with understanding, and he cupped your cheek tenderly.
“Hard limit on degradation- got it,” he said firmly. “No slut, no whore, no names like that?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Instead, would you prefer that I call you my good girl? My pretty little baby?”
You nodded your head as heat tingled between your thighs, and Noah smiled softly.
“Got it, and as for the rest… fuck, baby. I love that you want it rough. I’d keep it safe, always watching your face, checking in with you, using that colour system.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “See? That’s how this works. You tell me what you need, what you don’t want, and then I take care of you.”
You nodded your head, smiling at him.
“What about you?” You asked, “What’s something you’d like to try? Or your limits. It’s important to talk about you too, right?”
Noah smiled, warm and a little amused, as he pulled you closer so you were half draped over his chest, his hand stroking slowly up and down your back.
“I’m glad you asked,because yeah, it goes both ways.” He thought for a moment, “I don’t have a lot of hard limits, honestly. I’ve tried a lot of things over the years. Rough sex, bondage, overstimulation… I’m pretty open. I’m happy to try just about anything new with you as long as we talk about it first and we both feel safe and comfortable.”
His hand slid down to your ass, just holding you, making you smile.
“One thing I’d really love to try with you is using toys,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower. “Vibrators, dildos, those suctions toys that suck on your clit. Maybe even plugs, nipple clamps, restraints… if that’s okay with you of course. I think you’d really like it if we take it slow.”
Your head spun just thinking about it, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he spoke, though you both tried to ignore it.
“As for rules,” he continued more seriously, “I have a couple that are non-negotiable for me. No gags for you of any kind- whether it’s my cock down your throat or your panties in your mouth- unless we’ve already agreed on a clear, non-verbal safe signal, like tapping my thigh three times or something. I need to be able to hear you. I need to hear your voice saying ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if something’s wrong. That’s my hard rule. Your safety comes first, always.”
Noah tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.
“I also don’t want to do anything that could cause real harm, no breath play beyond light choking, if that’s something you like, no extreme pain stuff unless you specifically ask for it and we build up slowly. And aftercare is mandatory. Every single time, no matter how rough we get or how gentle it is, I’m going to cuddle you, clean you up, get you water, and make sure you feel safe when we’re done.”
He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply, his hand slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
“Does any of that sound good to you, baby?” He asked against your lips, his voice husky.
You nodded your head.
“Yeah… I really like that.” You smiled.
“Good,” he said, looking in your eyes, “And if you had another bad day like today, you could come to me, hand everything over, and we could use sex- or play- to shut that pretty little brain of yours off.”
Noah’s voice stayed soft and warm as he held you close, one hand gently stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek as you looked up at him.
“Some days you might just need me to be soft with you,” he whispered, “So I’d take you to the bedroom, undress you slowly, and lay you down on the bed. Then I’d spend a long time kissing every inch of you… your neck, tits, tummy… until you’re all relaxed for me.” He brushed his nose against yours sweetly before continuing. “I’d spread your legs and worship that pretty pussy with my mouth for as long as you need, sucking softly on your clit until your mind starts to go quiet. I’d slide my fingers inside you and curl them just right, making you feel so fucking good, until all the stress melts away and all you can do is moan and tremble.”
Noah’s his voice then grew a little huskier as he continued.
“Other days… when your brain is working against you and you need something stronger to shut it off completely… I can be rougher with you, baby. I could pin you down, spank you until your ass is warm and stinging, then fuck you hard and deep until the only thing left to think about in your pretty head is the way my cock feels inside you. I’d choke you just enough to make everything feel more intense, hold you down and fuck you until you’re crying and cumming so hard you forget everything, even your own name.”
He smirked, trying to ignore the way everything he said was making his dick ache.
“But no matter which way we go,” he whispered against your lips, “I’ve got you. I’ll read exactly what you need that day. If you need gentle, I’ll be so, so gentle. If you need to be ruined to quiet your thoughts… then I’ll ruin you, sweetheart. And afterwards, I’ll hold you, clean you up, and tell you how perfect you are.”
Noah pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes, his hand still gently stroking your cheek.
“Does that sound like something you want from me?” He asked softly.
You nodded your head.
“I think…” you whispered, “This is exactly what I want.”
He smiled.
“Good. And just so I know where we’re at…” He gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “How do you feel about this? About being my submissive?”
“I want it.” You said firmly.
His smile softened immediately.
“You don’t have to say yes because it’s me, or because you think it’ll make me happy.”
“I’m not.” You shook your head. “I’m serious. I want this, Noah.”
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to spoil the next chapter in three words... toys. hotel. mask. :)
masterlist ☆ wc: 7.7k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW, smut (unedited and unprotected morning sex), noah and reader discuss a dom/sub relationship and although i have done my research, some things may still be inaccurate. idk i don't like this, i feel like i tried to squeeze a lot into the dialogue towards the end, where i could've just had them having the different parts of the conversations in different chapters, because now i feel like they just wont stop yapping lmao but hey!
SO.. i know i hyped this chapter up at the end of the last one, but what i actually had planned for that is now happening in the NEXT part (sorry) i feel like it made sense for them to talk about the relationship dynamic before they do what they're gonna do in the next part hehehe🤭
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The room was still dark when you woke up, with the tiniest slither of light peeking through the curtains. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you let out a content hum before letting your eyes shut again. But the more conscious you were becoming, the more you noticed what was happening around you.
The AC was making the room far too cold for your liking, but there was also something warm pressed against your back. Noah was still holding you tight, spooning you, one of his arms resting heavily over your waist, holding you close, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
And his cock was still inside you.
You could feel it- soft and warm at first, nestled deep inside you. But as you became more aware, your walls clenched involuntarily, and you felt it slowly twitching, thickening, growing harder inside you. Noah was still half asleep himself, but his body was reacting to you none the less. He pressed even closer, his lips brushing softly against the back of your neck in lazy, sleepy kisses.
A low, quiet groan escaped him as his cock continued to twitch, stretching your sensitive walls again. You let out a soft, breathy whimper at the feeling, which at first felt a little strange and sore, but that feeling was starting to fade into something a lot more pleasurable.
Noah’s lips moved higher, kissing along your shoulder, then your neck, until he reached just behind your ear. His voice was deep and raspy with sleep when he finally whispered against your skin:
“…Morning, princess.” He gave a slow roll of his hips, pushing his now rock hard cock even deeper into you. The slow drag made you gasp softly. “I woke up hard inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleepy lust as he kissed your neck again. “Couldn’t help it… you feel too good.”
He didn’t thrust hard, he was just giving slow and lazy rolls of his hips, like he was savouring the warmth and wetness of your pussy. His hand slid down your body until his fingers found your clit, rubbing it gently while he continued kissing your neck and shoulder.
You moaned softly, pushing back against him, still hazy with sleep. Noah hummed in approval, nipping gently at your skin.
“Want me to make you feel good again before we get up?” He whispered tenderly, his cock throbbing inside you. “Or do you just want to lie here and let me stay buried in you a little longer?”
He slowly kissed the side of your neck again, while his fingers kept up their gentle teasing on your clit. But when he didn’t get an answer, he stopped moving.
“You want it, baby?” He asked, his breath warm against your neck as he moved his hand to stroke your hip instead.
You nodded, pushing back against him gently.
“I do… but I have work this morning.” You said softly, and he sensed the slight hesitation in your voice.
“Baby, it’s only 6am,” he whispered, nipping gently at your neck. “We’ve got plenty of time. Let me make you feel good before you have to go out.”
You hesitated for half a second, but then nodded, and melted back into his touch.
“Okay…”
You reached back and took his hand, and guided it down between your legs until his fingers rested on your clit again. At the same time, you pushed back against him, taking his now fully hard cock deeper into your pussy, making Noah let out a satisfied groan.
“That’s my good girl.” He whispered.
His fingers started moving in circles over your clit again while he rolled his hips, fucking you from behind. The entire thing felt so incredibly intimate, from waking up still tangled together, to the way his chest was pressed against your back, to the soft little kisses and soft praises he’d whisper between thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Just relax… let me take care of you.”
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pushing back to meet him again. Noah kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers kept up their gentle rhythm on your clit.
“You feel so good like this,” he said, “My sweet girl.”
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one pressing him fully inside you before pulling back just enough to slide in again. The room was quiet except for your soft moans and the gentle sounds of your bodies moving together.
Noah nipped lightly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue.
“You’re getting so close already, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “I can feel you squeezing me. Don’t hold back, princess. Cum whenever you want to.”
His fingers circled your clit a little faster, still gentle, while his cock continued those slow, deep strokes. You pushed back against him, chasing the pleasure, your breathing growing quicker.
Noah held you tighter, kissing the side of your face.
“That’s it sweetheart, let it happen. I’ve got you...”
The combination of his cock filling you and his fingers on your clit finally pushed you over the edge. You came with a soft, trembling moan, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through you.
Noah groaned quietly, kissing your neck as he felt you cum around him, and he kept moving through your orgasm, slow and gentle, drawing it out until you started to come down. Then his own breathing grew heavier. His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more urgent.
“I’m close, baby,” he murmured against your skin, voice strained with pleasure. “Can I cum inside you?”
You nodded quickly, pushing back against him.
“Please…”
Noah buried his face in your neck and let out a low, shaky groan as he came. His cock pulsed deep inside you, filling you with warm, thick spurts of cum. He held you tightly through every twitch, kissing your shoulder and whispering soft, sleepy praises.
“Fuck…” he breathed, still buried inside you as he finished. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as his softening cock stayed nestled warmly inside you.
“Stay like this with me a little longer,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to the back of your neck. “We still have time before you have to get ready.”
So you did. You stayed like this for another fifteen minutes, just holding each other and sharing sleepy kisses, until you decided it was probably time to shower.
You both stood under the water, taking turns stealing the shampoo and conditioner from each other. There was just something so soft and intimate about the way he was holding you, the way he ran his soapy fingers through your hair before conditioning the ends, the way he took his time and put so much care into every little touch.
By the time you’d both finished in the bathroom, Noah was towelling off his hair while you stood in front of the mirror braiding yours, then you caught his eye in the reflection.
“…I don’t want to go to work.”
He smiled.
“I know.”
“No, I really don’t.”
He nodded his head.
“Just wanna climb back in bed, huh?”
You sighed as you tied the little elastic around your hair.
“I’ve been thinking about it.” You turned to face him, folding your arms. “Can I call in sick?”
“You could.” He shrugged.
Your eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“No.”
You groaned loudly enough to make him laugh, and he wandered over, sliding his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“What happened to the girl who told me she’d go insane if she didn’t work? Have I really spoiled you that much?” He smirked.
“It’s not that…” You rested your forehead against his shoulder with another exaggerated sigh. “I just know today’s going to drag.”
He gently rubbed your back.
“Probably.”
“Thanks for the optimism.” You scoffed
“But…”
You looked up. His expression had suddenly changed into one of those knowing looks that told you he was already three steps ahead, and he knew something you didn’t.
“If you can make it to the end of the week… I’ve got something planned for us.”
Your curiosity straight away won over your misery.
“What kind of something?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Noah!”
He shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Maybe...”
“Will you give me a clue?”
He thought it over for a moment… then shook his head.
“That’s not fair.” You pouted.
“It’ll be worth it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.” He smiled, then leaned down and kissed your forehead. “So… if you manage to make it through the rest of the week, I’ll promise to make it worth it.”
…
If Noah’s promise of a surprise at the weekend was the only thing that got you through the drive to work that morning, it certainly wasn’t enough to get you through the shift itself. Because from the moment you stepped through the door, everything just seemed to go wrong.
The morning rush felt more busy than normal, the card machine froze twice before lunchtime, somebody spilled an entire caramel latte across the floor by the counter, and by eleven o’clock you’d remade three drinks because customers insisted they were wrong- despite watching you make them exactly how they asked.
By midday your feet were aching and you felt sick. By two o’clock you’d forgotten to take your lunch break because of how busy it’d been, until Tom shoved a sandwich into your hands and guided you away into the staff room.
By four, someone had complained that their coffee wasn’t hot enough, despite steam still rising from the cup when you took off the lid. But still, you smiled through every interaction and apologised a thousand times, even when it wasn’t your fault. Then, somewhere around five o’clock, your brain simply stopped working.
“Hey.” You looked up as Tom appeared beside the coffee machine. “You alright?”
You blinked, caught suddenly off guard.
“…Yeah?”
“Pfft, liar.”
You let out a tired laugh.
“I’m just done with today.”
Tom nodded sympathetically.
“Only another hour.”
You groaned dramatically.
“I don’t think I’ve got another hour in me.”
“You do.” He said, then suddenly nudged your shoulder. “And good news!”
“Hm?”
“The new guy starts on Monday!”
You looked at him hopefully.
“Really?”
“Yep. So next week we shouldn’t be running around like lunatics.”
Relief washed over you.
“Oh thank god.”
The thought alone was enough to keep you going for the final stretch… and before you knew it, it was six. You finished wiping the counters, put away the left over sandwiches and pastries, mopped the floor and finally untied your apron.
You said goodbye to Tom, who promised to close so you could leave just that little bit earlier, then finally, you pushed open the cafe door and stepped outside into the cool evening air.
A familiar black car was already waiting outside, and it made your heart flutter the moment you spotted it. You couldn’t stop smiling as you hurried over, exhaustion forgotten for just a second. But he climbed out before you’d even reached the car.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” You smiled.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before reaching for your bag.
“I’ve got it.” He said.
“I can carry-”
“I know.” But he took it anyway. Then the two of you started walking towards the passenger side together.
“So…” Noah glanced at you. “How was your day?”
You opened your mouth… but nothing came out.
Instead, the overwhelming feeling creeped up on you again, and your eyes suddenly started to fill with tears, so you immediately looked away.
“…Hey.” His voice softened, and he stopped walking. “What happened?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart.”
You swallowed hard.
“It was just…” You let out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a long day.”
His face suddenly softened even more, because he suddenly saw it all on you. How tense and stiff your shoulders were, how exhausted your eyes looked, the way your jaw was clenched…
Without saying another word, Noah stepped closer, and his hands settled gently on either side of your face.
“You made it.” You said gently.
You looked up at him.
“What?”
“You got through it.”
The lump in your throat somehow grew even bigger.
“I know it doesn’t feel like much right now,” he said quietly, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks, “But I’m proud of you.”
A tiny, weak smile appeared on your lips.
“I spent ten minutes crying because I didn’t realise someone asked for oat milk. I had to chase them out the cafe!”
He smiled sympathetically.
“It’s okay.”
“And I forgot someone’s muffin.”
“That’s okay too.”
“And-“
“Shh,” he gently hushed, before his hand found yours. “You’re done now, okay? It’s time to come home and relax.” Just hearing him say it slightly eased the feeling in your chest. “You don’t have to stress anymore.”
He opened the passenger door for you.
“I’ve got you.”
You zoned out almost the whole way back to Noah’s, your head resting against the window, and you watched the city blur past as Noah drove with one hand on the wheel. Every now and then he’d glance over at you, like he was just silently checking in, but nothing changed the whole way back.
He could tell you were running on fumes, and he hated it.
By the time he pulled onto the drive, you didn’t even realise you’d almost fallen asleep.
“We’re home.” He said as he opened the passenger door, and reached over to unbuckle you.
You blinked a few times, a little confused and slightly dazed.
“…Already?”
He smiled.
“C’mon.”
This time, he didn’t even give you the chance to reach for your bag. He lifted it onto his shoulder before holding the front door open for you.
The familiar, now comforting, scent of his home hit you the second you stepped inside, and you let out a long breath.
God… it really was starting to feel like home.
Noah locked the door behind you before setting your bag down in the hallway, then he turned to face you.
There was something different about him now… he wasn’t stern or cold, but the way he was looking at you told you that what he was about to say wasn’t up for discussion.
He gently tilted his head.
“Come here a second.”
You didn’t realise you were still stood by the front door, so you took a couple steps closer, until he could reach you, then he brushed a thumb over your one of your cheeks.
“You’ve had enough today.”
You laughed tiredly.
“I really have.” You frowned.
His hands settled gently on your shoulders.
“So…” A tiny smile appeared on his lips. “I’m taking over.”
You looked at him curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he said softly, “…you don’t have to make another decision tonight. I’m giving your brain the evening off.”
Your lips curved into a smile.
“…Okay.”
“I’ve got three jobs for you, baby.”
“Three?”
“Only three.” He nodded, then held one finger up. “First…” He reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. “I’ve written a message for your landlord.”
You frowned. You had completely forgotten to chase up the inspection, to ask if anyone had been out to look at your apartment yet.
“It says exactly what you need it to, so you just need you to read it, make sure you’re happy with it, and send it to him from your phone.”
You stared at him.
“You wrote it for me?”
“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Then, he held up a second finger.
“After that…”
He gently turned you towards the staircase.
“I will run you a bath. I want you to take your time in there, relax, use whatever you want… there’s no rush. If you’d like, I can even help you in there, but otherwise,” he held up the third finger, “Come back downstairs when you’re finished, dinner will be ready. I went shopping earlier and bought one of those pizzas you said you liked. I know it’s nothing fancy, but just like you said to me last night, it’s a comfort food.”
Your heart melted, and you suddenly felt tears begin to blur your vision.
“You don’t have to do any of that for me.”
“I know.” He whispered, “But I want to anyway.”
You smiled.
“…Can I help?”
He shook his head.
“Nope. You looked after me last night, so tonight,” his thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “It’s my turn to look after you.”
You looked at him for a long moment, wondering whether to argue it. But why would you? The heavy, anxious feeling that had been sitting on your chest ever since you’d opened the cafe this morning was gone. Your shoulders had dropped without you even noticing, the constant buzzing of voices and thoughts in your mind had quietened.
He had told you exactly what you needed to do, you didn’t have to plan a single thing or make any choice. Just do as he said.
And Noah watched as it happened. The way your posture softened and you let out a tiny breath, and he thought to himself there it is.
He’d been noticing it for a while now. Whenever he gently took charge, you would simply let him, and you’d be so at ease. It was really the only time you’d let yourself relax, and it left him wondering something…
“Go on.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, with a gentle pat against your hip, “Off you go.”
You laughed quietly.
“Yes, sir.”
The words slipped out before you even realised you’d said them, then you suddenly froze, and Noah froze too. For a second, neither of you said a word. Then one corner of his mouth slowly pulled into a smirk.
“…Cute.”
Heat rushed straight to your face.
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know.” He smiled, “C’mon, let’s send this text and run you a nice warm bath.”
…
The bath did exactly what Noah had hoped it would. You stayed in there for almost an hour, surrounded by bubbles, and the scent of lavender filling the room. Noah had stayed in there with you for the first fifteen minutes. You talked about your day, got some things off your chest, and he even washed your hair for you.
For the first time all day, you finally felt like you could breathe. You weren’t thinking about work, or your apartment, or your landlord, or anything that had been causing you stress. You were just existing, taking all the time you needed, laying back in the water until it began to feel a little cold.
By the time you wandered back downstairs in the clothes Noah laid out on the bed for you- one of his t-shirts and a comfy pair of pyjama shorts- your hair was still damp, but for the first time since coming back from Paris, your mind felt at peace.
You heard Noah call your name, so you looked towards the kitchen, and he was stood by the counter, plating up dinner.
“I was starting to think you’d fallen asleep in there.”
“I could’ve.” You smiled.
Dinner was nothing fancy- just pizza, garlic bread, two cold drinks and more easy, simple conversation that didn’t hurt your head. It was his turn to tell you about his day now, how he visited his friend Davis (and showed you a picture of his dog), they talked through some merch ideas then he went grocery shopping and saw they had your favourite pizza so of course he had to pick a couple up.
After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch. The TV played a nature documentary that you both commented on every now and then, talking about how cute the animals were, about how he and his friends visited a koala sanctuary last time they were in Australia. It just felt so calm, so peaceful. Exactly what you needed after a day like today.
At some point, you stretched your legs across his lap without really thinking about it. Neither of you said anything about it, but after a moment, you felt his hand gently settle around your ankle.
“You alright if I…?”
You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been standing all day,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the side of your foot, “Your feet probably hurt.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“...A little.”
His thumbs began to gently press into the arch of your foot, and you let out a content little sigh at how unexpectedly nice it felt.
“Is that good?” He asked gently, and you nodded.
“But be careful, I might just fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
He let out a soft chuckle, continuing to slowly massage you.
“And is that a problem?” He asked, glancing back up at the TV. “Just means I’ll have to carry you up to bed… oh no!”
You let out a chuckle, about to argue, but his warm, strong hands were incredibly gentle, and you felt yourself sink into the comfy cushions. For a moment, the two of you were silent, watching the TV, until he eventually spoke again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You turned your head.
“Sure.”
“It’s a slightly strange question.”
That made you smile.
“Go on…”
He looked down at your feet in his lap for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“…Have you noticed how different you are tonight?”
“What do you mean?” You frowned.
He glanced back up, meeting your eyes.
“You’ve been the happiest and most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen you. You’ve smiled more, you’ve not been fidgeting…” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze. “…Do you think maybe.. it’s because your mind finally seems to have settled?”
You thought about it.
“…Yeah. Does it really show that much?”
“It does to me.” He said softly, “Do you know why you feel like this?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. So he gently prompted you.
“Do you think it could be because you’ve let me take some of that weight off you tonight? Writing the message to your landlord, choosing which bubble bath to use, laying out something for you to wear, telling you what we’re having for dinner..?”
“...Yeah.” You answered after a moment, “Yeah, it’s definitely made me feel a lot better.”
He nodded his head slowly, his fingers still working against your skin.
“I’ve been noticing something for a while.”
“What’s that?” You asked curiously.
He paused for a moment, taking in a slow breath.
“Before I say this, I want you to know that I do not think you need someone to rescue you- I know you don’t. I think you’re so incredibly capable, you work hard, you’ve built a life for yourself, and you know just how to handle things. You always will.”
He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he continued.
“But… I also think you’re exhausted.” He said simply, and the words hit you harder than you expected. “I hate that you think you have to deal with everything, and carry the weight of it all by yourself.” He added.
“I don’t really know how not to.” You said, looking away from him and letting out a laugh that didn’t really sound like a laugh at all. “I know no one’s coming to save me… I know that if I don’t stay on top of things, everything will just fall apart. It’s just the way life is, Noah. Some of us have it easy, some of us don’t have a choice.”
Another quiet moment passed, he pressed his lips together and slowly nodded his head.
“I completely understand, more than you know baby, trust me. But has it ever occurred to you…” he said, his voice soft, “That maybe you’ve just never had someone that you trust enough to take that weight from you?”
Your eyes drifted back to his, and before you could say anything, he continued.
“I’m not saying all of it, I’m not saying forever… I’m just talking about whenever things get too much, or if there’s something that you recognise is causing you a lot of stress… let me handle it. Like I’ve done for you tonight.”
He looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently stroking your ankle.
“I took control tonight, didn’t I? I gave you those tasks to do, I made those big decisions for you, and you didn’t argue, you trusted me with everything, and up until about five minutes, you looked peaceful,” he chuckled softly. “I liked seeing you like that.”
You slowly nodded your head, feeling your chest ache a little.
“Yeah… thank you for doing that, Noah. It really made me feel…” you searched for the right word, “Safe.”
He looked at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile.
“That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”
Then, for a moment, another comfortable silence settled between you two. The TV continued playing, though neither of you really knew what was going on anymore. Then Noah gently moved your legs in his lap until you looked a little more comfortable, then- almost cautiously this time- he spoke again.
“I’ve been wondering whether there’s a way we could make that feeling something you get more often.”
You looked over at him again, frowning curiously.
“What do you mean?”
Then Noah slowly took a deep breath, like he was almost preparing himself, before asking,
“Have you ever heard of a dominant and submissive relationship?”
Your tummy immediately fluttered, but you couldn’t help yourself from smirking.
“You mean like, ‘who’s your daddy, babygirl?’” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Noah dropped his head back against the couch, trying to hold back his laugh.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You giggled.
“I know.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I guess that is the stereotype…”
“So that’s not what you’re talking about?”
“No. Not unless that’s something that two people enjoy.” He looked back at you, “I’m talking about trust.” The smile slowly faded from your face as you realised how serious he was. “I’m talking about one person choosing to take a little more responsibility, and the other choosing to hand a little of that responsibility over.”
You frowned thoughtfully.
“So… the dominant is in charge, right?”
“Yeah, in some ways.” He smiled softly. “But not in the way you probably think. Instead of bossing the sub around, the way I see the dominant’s role is to create somewhere that feels safe. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. So the submissive doesn’t have to be ‘on’ all the time. They put their trust in the dom to care for them, so they can just switch their brain off.” His thumb continued absentmindedly tracing circles against your ankle. “If I were to be a dom, I don’t want someone who’s scared of me, or someone who obeys me because they have to. I’d want someone who’s comfortable enough with me to relax and trust me to make the right choices for them.”
Your heart gave the tiniest squeeze.
“…Like tonight.” You said.
He smiled.
“Exactly like tonight.”
You thought about it for a moment…
“So… what does that actually mean? If tonight worked the way you wanted it to?”
He leaned back into the sofa.
“It means we’d probably have routines. Tonight seemed to help you, so I’m guessing your brain likes structure.”
“I don’t think my brain knows what structure is.” You scoffed.
He gave you a sad smile.
“So maybe that means I’d tell you exactly how I want your day to look. You’d still get a say, of course, I don’t want you to think I’m taking your autonomy away… but maybe I’d tell you what time to set an alarm for in the mornings, I’d remind you to eat breakfast, then after work it’d be just like tonight- I’d plan the evening out for you, tell you to change into something comfy, remind you if there’s anything you need to do, like texting your landlord…”
A warm smile spread across your face.
“...I think I like the sound of that.”
“You think?”
You nodded your head.
“And aren’t there like… rules to things like this?” You asked, “Is there a contract I have to sign?”
He chuckled, his fingers stroking up and down your calf.
“There can be rules and contracts...”
Your eyebrows rose.
“It sounds a bit scary.”
“It shouldn’t be.” He reassured you, “They’re not there to punish you, baby. They’re there to support you. For example, I don’t think we’d have a formal contract, but our rules might be that you text me to let me know you got to work safely every morning, and I might ask that if you’re overwhelmed or you aren’t having the best day, to tell me instead of pretending you’re okay. And if something I did ever upset you, I’d expect you to tell me that too.”
You smiled softly, nodding your head.
“So it’s not just me following rules?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I’d have more rules than you, actually.”
“Really?”
He nodded his head.
“The dominant has a hell of a lot of responsibilities.” He explained, “If I were asking you to trust me like that, I’d have a responsibility to earn it every day in every which way, and to respect every one of your wishes. I may be the dominant, but you’re actually in total control, baby.”
The room then fell quiet as you thought, the TV still playing in the background, completely forgotten about now. You looked down at your hands, unsure what to say…
“So you think this is something that’d actually suit us?” You asked gently, and he shrugged almost shyly.
“…I think this is something we’ve already been doing without either of us noticing.”
You nodded, realising he’s kinda right.
“…Can I say something stupid?”
“There’s no such thing.” He smiled.
“I always thought this kind of thing was just like… a sex thing.” You said, your cheeks turning a little pink.
“A lot of people do.” Noah chuckled quietly. “And it can be. For some people, that’s all it is. But for other people, it’s a whole relationship dynamic. It can be the way you communicate, how you look after each other, the roles you naturally fall into.”
You nodded your head slowly, though you were too busy wondering,
“Would ours be a sex thing?”
He shook his head with a little smile.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not primarily,” he said, “I don’t want the bedroom to be the foundation of this. I want it to be built on trust, communication, and you feeling safe- that’s what I care about most.” He gave your ankle a gentle squeeze again, “The bedroom would just be another place where that trust comes into play.”
“So it could become a part of it?” You smirked.
He let out a soft chuckle, the expression on his face still calm and reassuring.
“If you wanted to explore that side of it with me, then yes. We’d talk about it, take our time, and only do what feels right for the both of us. Communication and trust is the most important part of this whole thing, so we’d discuss boundaries, things we wanna explore and the things that are completely off the table, so neither of us are left feeling unsure or uncomforable.”
You nodded your head.
“You’ve really done your research on this, huh?” You smiled.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t want to bring it up unless I was sure I understood exactly what I was asking.”
You moved your legs, swinging them off his lap before sitting up straight.
“So if I agree to this…” you began, “You’re not gonna make me call you daddy at any point?”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his head tipping back against the couch again as he flashed a toothy grin.
“Why would I, baby?” He shook his head, “...I know there’s a different word you prefer.”
Your face suddenly felt red hot, but you tried to play it off with a scoff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no? That little blush says otherwise.”
“There is no blush.” You folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to look offended though your grin gave you away. “You’re imagining things.”
He smiled knowingly but, to your relief, let it drop.
“For the record,” he said, “I’m never going to tell you what you have to call me. If something feels natural, great. If it doesn’t, we don’t do it.”
You nodded, appreciating how simple he made everything sound.
“…Okay.” So daddy isn’t off the table?
Silence settled between you for a moment, and you chewed on your cheek, another question forming in your mind.
“…Can I ask something else?”
“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”
“It might sound… really stupid.”
“It won’t.”
You hesitated.
“So…” You looked over at him, a tiny smile creeping onto your face. “What happens if I’m… difficult?”
One of Noah’s eyebrows lifted.
“Difficult?”
“You know…” You shrugged innocently. “If I roll my eyes, sass you, tease you, deliberately don’t do what you tell me to…”
His expression didn’t change, instead, he looked almost amused.
“You mean what happens if you’re a brat?” He smirked, “…well it depends, would you ever do that?”
“I don’t know.” You grinned. “Maybe.”
He laughed softly.
“I think you probably would.”
“I might… just to see what happens…” You smirked.
“Yeah, I had a feeling.” He shook his head.
You watched him carefully, that little teasing smile still on your face.
“So?”
He thought for a second before answering.
“If you’re teasing me because you’re in a playful mood… then yeah, I’d probably tease you right back, or if you’re purposely pushing me then yeah i’d give you what you want if you’re asking me to punish you- but that’s something completely different that we can discuss. But if you’re pushing back because you’re overwhelmed, upset or anxious…” His expression softened. “…then I’d stop and figure out what’s actually going on.”
“So you wouldn’t just put me in my place?”
He let out a quiet laugh.
“No, baby, not unless I know that’s what you want.” He leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes people joke, sometimes they’re bratty or playful, sometimes they’re stressed. And sometimes they’re asking for reassurance without knowing how.” His eyes met yours. “My job would be to figure out which one it is.”
Your smile faded into a look of soft awe.
“…You really think about people’s feelings a lot, don’t you?”
“I’d have to.” He shrugged. “If someone trusted me enough with this, then I’d have a responsibility to pay attention to how they’re feeling.” He smiled. “Besides, you strike me as someone who’s a little cheeky.”
Yeah… you couldn’t deny that.
The documentary eventually ended, and the credits ran on the screen. Noah reached for the remote and switched the TV off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the sofa. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a quiet sigh.
“Come on.” He said, and you looked up. “I think it’s time for bed.”
You nodded your head. He stood first before offering you a hand, waiting patiently until you slipped yours into it.
“Good evening?” He asked.
“It’s been a really good evening.” You smiled.
“Good. I’m glad.” He smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading you upstairs.
After you’d both brushed your teeth, Noah had disappeared for a quick shower. You wandered around his bedroom while you waited, absentmindedly straightening the cushion on the chair by his window before immediately laughing at yourself, thinking “seriously? you’re tidying his room now?”
The sound of the shower soon stopped, and a few minutes later the bathroom door opened.
You looked up, and… oh.
“What?” Noah glanced over, towelling his hair dry.
“…Nothing.”
A smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Mm, doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
Heat crept back into your cheeks as he stepped into the bedroom. He’d changed into a pair of grey joggers and nothing else, his hair dark and damp from the shower, his chain necklace still around his neck, catching the light. He looked too fucking good… it brought your mind back to something you were talking about earlier…
You looked away before he could catch you staring again.
“Oh… you’ve gone shy, baby.”
“No I haven’t.”
“You have.”
You shook your head, letting out a lighthearted sigh.
“I was just thinking.” You answered.
“About?”
“…Stuff.”
He laughed quietly, hanging the towel back over the door before walking over to the bed.
“Well, that narrows it down.”
You climbed into bed beside him, suddenly finding the pattern on the sheets incredibly fascinating.
“Have you got another question?” He asked.
You looked up, a little in awe.
“…How do you always know?”
“Because you’ve got your thinking face on.” He smirked, “You always bite the inside of your cheek when you’re thinking.”
You weren’t even aware you were doing it, but the moment you caught yourself, you stopped.
“Okay… maybe I do have another question.”
“Then ask away.”
You hesitated.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Why not?”
Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug.
“I don’t know…” You looked down at your hands. “It feels embarrassing…”
Noah’s expression softened immediately, he reached across the bed and laced his fingers with yours.
“Hey, nothing’s embarrassing, baby.” His thumb brushed gently across the back of your hand. “If you’re asking something because you’re curious, if there’s something you want to understand, or you want to know what something might look like…” He smiled warmly. “Those are good conversations. Important conversations.”
You felt yourself relax a little.
“So you don’t mind?”
“Not even slightly.” He smiled. “I’d much rather we talked about something when we’re both relaxed like this than when we’re caught up in the moment.”
You let out a small breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
“I think that’s why I want to ask now.”
“Mm, I thought it might be.” He shuffled a little closer to you, but still gave you plenty of space. “So… what are you wondering?”
You laughed nervously.
“I feel like every question I ask tonight makes me sound more clueless.”
“There isn’t a test, baby. And there definitely aren’t any silly questions.” He squeezed your hand. “This is something we’d figure out together, you need to ask these questions.”
The reassurance settled something inside you, and you slowly nodded your head.
“How would this kind of relationship change what we do in the bedroom?” You asked, your cheeks heating up again.
He thought for a moment, sitting up a little more against the headboard.
“It wouldn’t change anything, unless you wanted it to.” He answered, his voice warm and steady. “We’d only go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if we do this… it means I take full responsibility for your body and your pleasure, and there are some slightly stricter rules.”
Noah reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender even as the conversation grew heavier.
“First, we’d have safe words, or maybe a colour system would work better for us,” he explained. “‘Red’ to stop everything immediately. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down or check in, and ‘green’ if you’re good and want me to keep going. You can use them anytime, baby, even if you’re in the middle of moaning my name and your legs are shaking.” He smirked.
You nodded, listening carefully as he continued, his hand now resting on your thigh under the covers.
“We’d also talk about limits and boundaries beforehand. Hard limits are things that are completely off the table. Soft limits are things we might explore later when you feel safer. The most important part is that you communicate with me, so i know that you trust me to take care of you. To push you, but never break you, and to always put your wellbeing first, even when I’m being rough with you- if that’s something you want.”
“That is something I want to try, actually...” You confessed shyly, “I want you to be rougher with me.”
“And how do you want me to do that, baby?” He asked gently.
“…Fuck me harder,” you whispered, “Maybe even manhandle me…”
Noah’s smile just grew.
“Yeah? What about things like choking? Spanking? Degradation?”
“I’d like to try those things,” you nodded, “Just slowly… and maybe not the degradation part. I don’t like being called bad names or anything that makes me feel worthless…”
Noah’s expression immediately softened with understanding, and he cupped your cheek tenderly.
“Hard limit on degradation- got it,” he said firmly. “No slut, no whore, no names like that?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Instead, would you prefer that I call you my good girl? My pretty little baby?”
You nodded your head as heat tingled between your thighs, and Noah smiled softly.
“Got it, and as for the rest… fuck, baby. I love that you want it rough. I’d keep it safe, always watching your face, checking in with you, using that colour system.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “See? That’s how this works. You tell me what you need, what you don’t want, and then I take care of you.”
You nodded your head, smiling at him.
“What about you?” You asked, “What’s something you’d like to try? Or your limits. It’s important to talk about you too, right?”
Noah smiled, warm and a little amused, as he pulled you closer so you were half draped over his chest, his hand stroking slowly up and down your back.
“I’m glad you asked,because yeah, it goes both ways.” He thought for a moment, “I don’t have a lot of hard limits, honestly. I’ve tried a lot of things over the years. Rough sex, bondage, overstimulation… I’m pretty open. I’m happy to try just about anything new with you as long as we talk about it first and we both feel safe and comfortable.”
His hand slid down to your ass, just holding you, making you smile.
“One thing I’d really love to try with you is using toys,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower. “Vibrators, dildos, those suctions toys that suck on your clit. Maybe even plugs, nipple clamps, restraints… if that’s okay with you of course. I think you’d really like it if we take it slow.”
Your head spun just thinking about it, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he spoke, though you both tried to ignore it.
“As for rules,” he continued more seriously, “I have a couple that are non-negotiable for me. No gags for you of any kind- whether it’s my cock down your throat or your panties in your mouth- unless we’ve already agreed on a clear, non-verbal safe signal, like tapping my thigh three times or something. I need to be able to hear you. I need to hear your voice saying ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if something’s wrong. That’s my hard rule. Your safety comes first, always.”
Noah tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.
“I also don’t want to do anything that could cause real harm, no breath play beyond light choking, if that’s something you like, no extreme pain stuff unless you specifically ask for it and we build up slowly. And aftercare is mandatory. Every single time, no matter how rough we get or how gentle it is, I’m going to cuddle you, clean you up, get you water, and make sure you feel safe when we’re done.”
He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply, his hand slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
“Does any of that sound good to you, baby?” He asked against your lips, his voice husky.
You nodded your head.
“Yeah… I really like that.” You smiled.
“Good,” he said, looking in your eyes, “And if you had another bad day like today, you could come to me, hand everything over, and we could use sex- or play- to shut that pretty little brain of yours off.”
Noah’s voice stayed soft and warm as he held you close, one hand gently stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek as you looked up at him.
“Some days you might just need me to be soft with you,” he whispered, “So I’d take you to the bedroom, undress you slowly, and lay you down on the bed. Then I’d spend a long time kissing every inch of you… your neck, tits, tummy… until you’re all relaxed for me.” He brushed his nose against yours sweetly before continuing. “I’d spread your legs and worship that pretty pussy with my mouth for as long as you need, sucking softly on your clit until your mind starts to go quiet. I’d slide my fingers inside you and curl them just right, making you feel so fucking good, until all the stress melts away and all you can do is moan and tremble.”
Noah’s his voice then grew a little huskier as he continued.
“Other days… when your brain is working against you and you need something stronger to shut it off completely… I can be rougher with you, baby. I could pin you down, spank you until your ass is warm and stinging, then fuck you hard and deep until the only thing left to think about in your pretty head is the way my cock feels inside you. I’d choke you just enough to make everything feel more intense, hold you down and fuck you until you’re crying and cumming so hard you forget everything, even your own name.”
He smirked, trying to ignore the way everything he said was making his dick ache.
“But no matter which way we go,” he whispered against your lips, “I’ve got you. I’ll read exactly what you need that day. If you need gentle, I’ll be so, so gentle. If you need to be ruined to quiet your thoughts… then I’ll ruin you, sweetheart. And afterwards, I’ll hold you, clean you up, and tell you how perfect you are.”
Noah pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes, his hand still gently stroking your cheek.
“Does that sound like something you want from me?” He asked softly.
You nodded your head.
“I think…” you whispered, “This is exactly what I want.”
He smiled.
“Good. And just so I know where we’re at…” He gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “How do you feel about this? About being my submissive?”
“I want it.” You said firmly.
His smile softened immediately.
“You don’t have to say yes because it’s me, or because you think it’ll make me happy.”
“I’m not.” You shook your head. “I’m serious. I want this, Noah.”
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to spoil the next chapter in three words... toys. hotel. mask. :)
masterlist ☆ wc: 7.7k ☆ chapter warnings: NSFW, smut (unedited and unprotected morning sex), noah and reader discuss a dom/sub relationship and although i have done my research, some things may still be inaccurate. idk i don't like this, i feel like i tried to squeeze a lot into the dialogue towards the end, where i could've just had them having the different parts of the conversations in different chapters, because now i feel like they just wont stop yapping lmao but hey!
SO.. i know i hyped this chapter up at the end of the last one, but what i actually had planned for that is now happening in the NEXT part (sorry) i feel like it made sense for them to talk about the relationship dynamic before they do what they're gonna do in the next part hehehe🤭
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The room was still dark when you woke up, with the tiniest slither of light peeking through the curtains. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you let out a content hum before letting your eyes shut again. But the more conscious you were becoming, the more you noticed what was happening around you.
The AC was making the room far too cold for your liking, but there was also something warm pressed against your back. Noah was still holding you tight, spooning you, one of his arms resting heavily over your waist, holding you close, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
And his cock was still inside you.
You could feel it- soft and warm at first, nestled deep inside you. But as you became more aware, your walls clenched involuntarily, and you felt it slowly twitching, thickening, growing harder inside you. Noah was still half asleep himself, but his body was reacting to you none the less. He pressed even closer, his lips brushing softly against the back of your neck in lazy, sleepy kisses.
A low, quiet groan escaped him as his cock continued to twitch, stretching your sensitive walls again. You let out a soft, breathy whimper at the feeling, which at first felt a little strange and sore, but that feeling was starting to fade into something a lot more pleasurable.
Noah’s lips moved higher, kissing along your shoulder, then your neck, until he reached just behind your ear. His voice was deep and raspy with sleep when he finally whispered against your skin:
“…Morning, princess.” He gave a slow roll of his hips, pushing his now rock hard cock even deeper into you. The slow drag made you gasp softly. “I woke up hard inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleepy lust as he kissed your neck again. “Couldn’t help it… you feel too good.”
He didn’t thrust hard, he was just giving slow and lazy rolls of his hips, like he was savouring the warmth and wetness of your pussy. His hand slid down your body until his fingers found your clit, rubbing it gently while he continued kissing your neck and shoulder.
You moaned softly, pushing back against him, still hazy with sleep. Noah hummed in approval, nipping gently at your skin.
“Want me to make you feel good again before we get up?” He whispered tenderly, his cock throbbing inside you. “Or do you just want to lie here and let me stay buried in you a little longer?”
He slowly kissed the side of your neck again, while his fingers kept up their gentle teasing on your clit. But when he didn’t get an answer, he stopped moving.
“You want it, baby?” He asked, his breath warm against your neck as he moved his hand to stroke your hip instead.
You nodded, pushing back against him gently.
“I do… but I have work this morning.” You said softly, and he sensed the slight hesitation in your voice.
“Baby, it’s only 6am,” he whispered, nipping gently at your neck. “We’ve got plenty of time. Let me make you feel good before you have to go out.”
You hesitated for half a second, but then nodded, and melted back into his touch.
“Okay…”
You reached back and took his hand, and guided it down between your legs until his fingers rested on your clit again. At the same time, you pushed back against him, taking his now fully hard cock deeper into your pussy, making Noah let out a satisfied groan.
“That’s my good girl.” He whispered.
His fingers started moving in circles over your clit again while he rolled his hips, fucking you from behind. The entire thing felt so incredibly intimate, from waking up still tangled together, to the way his chest was pressed against your back, to the soft little kisses and soft praises he’d whisper between thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Just relax… let me take care of you.”
You let out a soft, breathy moan, pushing back to meet him again. Noah kissed your shoulder, then the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers kept up their gentle rhythm on your clit.
“You feel so good like this,” he said, “My sweet girl.”
His thrusts stayed slow and deep, each one pressing him fully inside you before pulling back just enough to slide in again. The room was quiet except for your soft moans and the gentle sounds of your bodies moving together.
Noah nipped lightly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue.
“You’re getting so close already, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “I can feel you squeezing me. Don’t hold back, princess. Cum whenever you want to.”
His fingers circled your clit a little faster, still gentle, while his cock continued those slow, deep strokes. You pushed back against him, chasing the pleasure, your breathing growing quicker.
Noah held you tighter, kissing the side of your face.
“That’s it sweetheart, let it happen. I’ve got you...”
The combination of his cock filling you and his fingers on your clit finally pushed you over the edge. You came with a soft, trembling moan, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through you.
Noah groaned quietly, kissing your neck as he felt you cum around him, and he kept moving through your orgasm, slow and gentle, drawing it out until you started to come down. Then his own breathing grew heavier. His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more urgent.
“I’m close, baby,” he murmured against your skin, voice strained with pleasure. “Can I cum inside you?”
You nodded quickly, pushing back against him.
“Please…”
Noah buried his face in your neck and let out a low, shaky groan as he came. His cock pulsed deep inside you, filling you with warm, thick spurts of cum. He held you tightly through every twitch, kissing your shoulder and whispering soft, sleepy praises.
“Fuck…” he breathed, still buried inside you as he finished. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as his softening cock stayed nestled warmly inside you.
“Stay like this with me a little longer,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to the back of your neck. “We still have time before you have to get ready.”
So you did. You stayed like this for another fifteen minutes, just holding each other and sharing sleepy kisses, until you decided it was probably time to shower.
You both stood under the water, taking turns stealing the shampoo and conditioner from each other. There was just something so soft and intimate about the way he was holding you, the way he ran his soapy fingers through your hair before conditioning the ends, the way he took his time and put so much care into every little touch.
By the time you’d both finished in the bathroom, Noah was towelling off his hair while you stood in front of the mirror braiding yours, then you caught his eye in the reflection.
“…I don’t want to go to work.”
He smiled.
“I know.”
“No, I really don’t.”
He nodded his head.
“Just wanna climb back in bed, huh?”
You sighed as you tied the little elastic around your hair.
“I’ve been thinking about it.” You turned to face him, folding your arms. “Can I call in sick?”
“You could.” He shrugged.
Your eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“No.”
You groaned loudly enough to make him laugh, and he wandered over, sliding his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“What happened to the girl who told me she’d go insane if she didn’t work? Have I really spoiled you that much?” He smirked.
“It’s not that…” You rested your forehead against his shoulder with another exaggerated sigh. “I just know today’s going to drag.”
He gently rubbed your back.
“Probably.”
“Thanks for the optimism.” You scoffed
“But…”
You looked up. His expression had suddenly changed into one of those knowing looks that told you he was already three steps ahead, and he knew something you didn’t.
“If you can make it to the end of the week… I’ve got something planned for us.”
Your curiosity straight away won over your misery.
“What kind of something?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Noah!”
He shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Maybe...”
“Will you give me a clue?”
He thought it over for a moment… then shook his head.
“That’s not fair.” You pouted.
“It’ll be worth it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know.” He smiled, then leaned down and kissed your forehead. “So… if you manage to make it through the rest of the week, I’ll promise to make it worth it.”
…
If Noah’s promise of a surprise at the weekend was the only thing that got you through the drive to work that morning, it certainly wasn’t enough to get you through the shift itself. Because from the moment you stepped through the door, everything just seemed to go wrong.
The morning rush felt more busy than normal, the card machine froze twice before lunchtime, somebody spilled an entire caramel latte across the floor by the counter, and by eleven o’clock you’d remade three drinks because customers insisted they were wrong- despite watching you make them exactly how they asked.
By midday your feet were aching and you felt sick. By two o’clock you’d forgotten to take your lunch break because of how busy it’d been, until Tom shoved a sandwich into your hands and guided you away into the staff room.
By four, someone had complained that their coffee wasn’t hot enough, despite steam still rising from the cup when you took off the lid. But still, you smiled through every interaction and apologised a thousand times, even when it wasn’t your fault. Then, somewhere around five o’clock, your brain simply stopped working.
“Hey.” You looked up as Tom appeared beside the coffee machine. “You alright?”
You blinked, caught suddenly off guard.
“…Yeah?”
“Pfft, liar.”
You let out a tired laugh.
“I’m just done with today.”
Tom nodded sympathetically.
“Only another hour.”
You groaned dramatically.
“I don’t think I’ve got another hour in me.”
“You do.” He said, then suddenly nudged your shoulder. “And good news!”
“Hm?”
“The new guy starts on Monday!”
You looked at him hopefully.
“Really?”
“Yep. So next week we shouldn’t be running around like lunatics.”
Relief washed over you.
“Oh thank god.”
The thought alone was enough to keep you going for the final stretch… and before you knew it, it was six. You finished wiping the counters, put away the left over sandwiches and pastries, mopped the floor and finally untied your apron.
You said goodbye to Tom, who promised to close so you could leave just that little bit earlier, then finally, you pushed open the cafe door and stepped outside into the cool evening air.
A familiar black car was already waiting outside, and it made your heart flutter the moment you spotted it. You couldn’t stop smiling as you hurried over, exhaustion forgotten for just a second. But he climbed out before you’d even reached the car.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” You smiled.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before reaching for your bag.
“I’ve got it.” He said.
“I can carry-”
“I know.” But he took it anyway. Then the two of you started walking towards the passenger side together.
“So…” Noah glanced at you. “How was your day?”
You opened your mouth… but nothing came out.
Instead, the overwhelming feeling creeped up on you again, and your eyes suddenly started to fill with tears, so you immediately looked away.
“…Hey.” His voice softened, and he stopped walking. “What happened?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart.”
You swallowed hard.
“It was just…” You let out a shaky laugh. “It’s been a long day.”
His face suddenly softened even more, because he suddenly saw it all on you. How tense and stiff your shoulders were, how exhausted your eyes looked, the way your jaw was clenched…
Without saying another word, Noah stepped closer, and his hands settled gently on either side of your face.
“You made it.” You said gently.
You looked up at him.
“What?”
“You got through it.”
The lump in your throat somehow grew even bigger.
“I know it doesn’t feel like much right now,” he said quietly, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks, “But I’m proud of you.”
A tiny, weak smile appeared on your lips.
“I spent ten minutes crying because I didn’t realise someone asked for oat milk. I had to chase them out the cafe!”
He smiled sympathetically.
“It’s okay.”
“And I forgot someone’s muffin.”
“That’s okay too.”
“And-“
“Shh,” he gently hushed, before his hand found yours. “You’re done now, okay? It’s time to come home and relax.” Just hearing him say it slightly eased the feeling in your chest. “You don’t have to stress anymore.”
He opened the passenger door for you.
“I’ve got you.”
You zoned out almost the whole way back to Noah’s, your head resting against the window, and you watched the city blur past as Noah drove with one hand on the wheel. Every now and then he’d glance over at you, like he was just silently checking in, but nothing changed the whole way back.
He could tell you were running on fumes, and he hated it.
By the time he pulled onto the drive, you didn’t even realise you’d almost fallen asleep.
“We’re home.” He said as he opened the passenger door, and reached over to unbuckle you.
You blinked a few times, a little confused and slightly dazed.
“…Already?”
He smiled.
“C’mon.”
This time, he didn’t even give you the chance to reach for your bag. He lifted it onto his shoulder before holding the front door open for you.
The familiar, now comforting, scent of his home hit you the second you stepped inside, and you let out a long breath.
God… it really was starting to feel like home.
Noah locked the door behind you before setting your bag down in the hallway, then he turned to face you.
There was something different about him now… he wasn’t stern or cold, but the way he was looking at you told you that what he was about to say wasn’t up for discussion.
He gently tilted his head.
“Come here a second.”
You didn’t realise you were still stood by the front door, so you took a couple steps closer, until he could reach you, then he brushed a thumb over your one of your cheeks.
“You’ve had enough today.”
You laughed tiredly.
“I really have.” You frowned.
His hands settled gently on your shoulders.
“So…” A tiny smile appeared on his lips. “I’m taking over.”
You looked at him curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he said softly, “…you don’t have to make another decision tonight. I’m giving your brain the evening off.”
Your lips curved into a smile.
“…Okay.”
“I’ve got three jobs for you, baby.”
“Three?”
“Only three.” He nodded, then held one finger up. “First…” He reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. “I’ve written a message for your landlord.”
You frowned. You had completely forgotten to chase up the inspection, to ask if anyone had been out to look at your apartment yet.
“It says exactly what you need it to, so you just need you to read it, make sure you’re happy with it, and send it to him from your phone.”
You stared at him.
“You wrote it for me?”
“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Then, he held up a second finger.
“After that…”
He gently turned you towards the staircase.
“I will run you a bath. I want you to take your time in there, relax, use whatever you want… there’s no rush. If you’d like, I can even help you in there, but otherwise,” he held up the third finger, “Come back downstairs when you’re finished, dinner will be ready. I went shopping earlier and bought one of those pizzas you said you liked. I know it’s nothing fancy, but just like you said to me last night, it’s a comfort food.”
Your heart melted, and you suddenly felt tears begin to blur your vision.
“You don’t have to do any of that for me.”
“I know.” He whispered, “But I want to anyway.”
You smiled.
“…Can I help?”
He shook his head.
“Nope. You looked after me last night, so tonight,” his thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “It’s my turn to look after you.”
You looked at him for a long moment, wondering whether to argue it. But why would you? The heavy, anxious feeling that had been sitting on your chest ever since you’d opened the cafe this morning was gone. Your shoulders had dropped without you even noticing, the constant buzzing of voices and thoughts in your mind had quietened.
He had told you exactly what you needed to do, you didn’t have to plan a single thing or make any choice. Just do as he said.
And Noah watched as it happened. The way your posture softened and you let out a tiny breath, and he thought to himself there it is.
He’d been noticing it for a while now. Whenever he gently took charge, you would simply let him, and you’d be so at ease. It was really the only time you’d let yourself relax, and it left him wondering something…
“Go on.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, with a gentle pat against your hip, “Off you go.”
You laughed quietly.
“Yes, sir.”
The words slipped out before you even realised you’d said them, then you suddenly froze, and Noah froze too. For a second, neither of you said a word. Then one corner of his mouth slowly pulled into a smirk.
“…Cute.”
Heat rushed straight to your face.
“I didn’t mean-”
“I know.” He smiled, “C’mon, let’s send this text and run you a nice warm bath.”
…
The bath did exactly what Noah had hoped it would. You stayed in there for almost an hour, surrounded by bubbles, and the scent of lavender filling the room. Noah had stayed in there with you for the first fifteen minutes. You talked about your day, got some things off your chest, and he even washed your hair for you.
For the first time all day, you finally felt like you could breathe. You weren’t thinking about work, or your apartment, or your landlord, or anything that had been causing you stress. You were just existing, taking all the time you needed, laying back in the water until it began to feel a little cold.
By the time you wandered back downstairs in the clothes Noah laid out on the bed for you- one of his t-shirts and a comfy pair of pyjama shorts- your hair was still damp, but for the first time since coming back from Paris, your mind felt at peace.
You heard Noah call your name, so you looked towards the kitchen, and he was stood by the counter, plating up dinner.
“I was starting to think you’d fallen asleep in there.”
“I could’ve.” You smiled.
Dinner was nothing fancy- just pizza, garlic bread, two cold drinks and more easy, simple conversation that didn’t hurt your head. It was his turn to tell you about his day now, how he visited his friend Davis (and showed you a picture of his dog), they talked through some merch ideas then he went grocery shopping and saw they had your favourite pizza so of course he had to pick a couple up.
After dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch. The TV played a nature documentary that you both commented on every now and then, talking about how cute the animals were, about how he and his friends visited a koala sanctuary last time they were in Australia. It just felt so calm, so peaceful. Exactly what you needed after a day like today.
At some point, you stretched your legs across his lap without really thinking about it. Neither of you said anything about it, but after a moment, you felt his hand gently settle around your ankle.
“You alright if I…?”
You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been standing all day,” he said, his thumb gently stroking the side of your foot, “Your feet probably hurt.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“...A little.”
His thumbs began to gently press into the arch of your foot, and you let out a content little sigh at how unexpectedly nice it felt.
“Is that good?” He asked gently, and you nodded.
“But be careful, I might just fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
He let out a soft chuckle, continuing to slowly massage you.
“And is that a problem?” He asked, glancing back up at the TV. “Just means I’ll have to carry you up to bed… oh no!”
You let out a chuckle, about to argue, but his warm, strong hands were incredibly gentle, and you felt yourself sink into the comfy cushions. For a moment, the two of you were silent, watching the TV, until he eventually spoke again.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You turned your head.
“Sure.”
“It’s a slightly strange question.”
That made you smile.
“Go on…”
He looked down at your feet in his lap for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“…Have you noticed how different you are tonight?”
“What do you mean?” You frowned.
He glanced back up, meeting your eyes.
“You’ve been the happiest and most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen you. You’ve smiled more, you’ve not been fidgeting…” He gave your foot a gentle squeeze. “…Do you think maybe.. it’s because your mind finally seems to have settled?”
You thought about it.
“…Yeah. Does it really show that much?”
“It does to me.” He said softly, “Do you know why you feel like this?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. So he gently prompted you.
“Do you think it could be because you’ve let me take some of that weight off you tonight? Writing the message to your landlord, choosing which bubble bath to use, laying out something for you to wear, telling you what we’re having for dinner..?”
“...Yeah.” You answered after a moment, “Yeah, it’s definitely made me feel a lot better.”
He nodded his head slowly, his fingers still working against your skin.
“I’ve been noticing something for a while.”
“What’s that?” You asked curiously.
He paused for a moment, taking in a slow breath.
“Before I say this, I want you to know that I do not think you need someone to rescue you- I know you don’t. I think you’re so incredibly capable, you work hard, you’ve built a life for yourself, and you know just how to handle things. You always will.”
He paused, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he continued.
“But… I also think you’re exhausted.” He said simply, and the words hit you harder than you expected. “I hate that you think you have to deal with everything, and carry the weight of it all by yourself.” He added.
“I don’t really know how not to.” You said, looking away from him and letting out a laugh that didn’t really sound like a laugh at all. “I know no one’s coming to save me… I know that if I don’t stay on top of things, everything will just fall apart. It’s just the way life is, Noah. Some of us have it easy, some of us don’t have a choice.”
Another quiet moment passed, he pressed his lips together and slowly nodded his head.
“I completely understand, more than you know baby, trust me. But has it ever occurred to you…” he said, his voice soft, “That maybe you’ve just never had someone that you trust enough to take that weight from you?”
Your eyes drifted back to his, and before you could say anything, he continued.
“I’m not saying all of it, I’m not saying forever… I’m just talking about whenever things get too much, or if there’s something that you recognise is causing you a lot of stress… let me handle it. Like I’ve done for you tonight.”
He looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently stroking your ankle.
“I took control tonight, didn’t I? I gave you those tasks to do, I made those big decisions for you, and you didn’t argue, you trusted me with everything, and up until about five minutes, you looked peaceful,” he chuckled softly. “I liked seeing you like that.”
You slowly nodded your head, feeling your chest ache a little.
“Yeah… thank you for doing that, Noah. It really made me feel…” you searched for the right word, “Safe.”
He looked at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile.
“That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”
Then, for a moment, another comfortable silence settled between you two. The TV continued playing, though neither of you really knew what was going on anymore. Then Noah gently moved your legs in his lap until you looked a little more comfortable, then- almost cautiously this time- he spoke again.
“I’ve been wondering whether there’s a way we could make that feeling something you get more often.”
You looked over at him again, frowning curiously.
“What do you mean?”
Then Noah slowly took a deep breath, like he was almost preparing himself, before asking,
“Have you ever heard of a dominant and submissive relationship?”
Your tummy immediately fluttered, but you couldn’t help yourself from smirking.
“You mean like, ‘who’s your daddy, babygirl?’” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Noah dropped his head back against the couch, trying to hold back his laugh.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You giggled.
“I know.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I guess that is the stereotype…”
“So that’s not what you’re talking about?”
“No. Not unless that’s something that two people enjoy.” He looked back at you, “I’m talking about trust.” The smile slowly faded from your face as you realised how serious he was. “I’m talking about one person choosing to take a little more responsibility, and the other choosing to hand a little of that responsibility over.”
You frowned thoughtfully.
“So… the dominant is in charge, right?”
“Yeah, in some ways.” He smiled softly. “But not in the way you probably think. Instead of bossing the sub around, the way I see the dominant’s role is to create somewhere that feels safe. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. So the submissive doesn’t have to be ‘on’ all the time. They put their trust in the dom to care for them, so they can just switch their brain off.” His thumb continued absentmindedly tracing circles against your ankle. “If I were to be a dom, I don’t want someone who’s scared of me, or someone who obeys me because they have to. I’d want someone who’s comfortable enough with me to relax and trust me to make the right choices for them.”
Your heart gave the tiniest squeeze.
“…Like tonight.” You said.
He smiled.
“Exactly like tonight.”
You thought about it for a moment…
“So… what does that actually mean? If tonight worked the way you wanted it to?”
He leaned back into the sofa.
“It means we’d probably have routines. Tonight seemed to help you, so I’m guessing your brain likes structure.”
“I don’t think my brain knows what structure is.” You scoffed.
He gave you a sad smile.
“So maybe that means I’d tell you exactly how I want your day to look. You’d still get a say, of course, I don’t want you to think I’m taking your autonomy away… but maybe I’d tell you what time to set an alarm for in the mornings, I’d remind you to eat breakfast, then after work it’d be just like tonight- I’d plan the evening out for you, tell you to change into something comfy, remind you if there’s anything you need to do, like texting your landlord…”
A warm smile spread across your face.
“...I think I like the sound of that.”
“You think?”
You nodded your head.
“And aren’t there like… rules to things like this?” You asked, “Is there a contract I have to sign?”
He chuckled, his fingers stroking up and down your calf.
“There can be rules and contracts...”
Your eyebrows rose.
“It sounds a bit scary.”
“It shouldn’t be.” He reassured you, “They’re not there to punish you, baby. They’re there to support you. For example, I don’t think we’d have a formal contract, but our rules might be that you text me to let me know you got to work safely every morning, and I might ask that if you’re overwhelmed or you aren’t having the best day, to tell me instead of pretending you’re okay. And if something I did ever upset you, I’d expect you to tell me that too.”
You smiled softly, nodding your head.
“So it’s not just me following rules?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I’d have more rules than you, actually.”
“Really?”
He nodded his head.
“The dominant has a hell of a lot of responsibilities.” He explained, “If I were asking you to trust me like that, I’d have a responsibility to earn it every day in every which way, and to respect every one of your wishes. I may be the dominant, but you’re actually in total control, baby.”
The room then fell quiet as you thought, the TV still playing in the background, completely forgotten about now. You looked down at your hands, unsure what to say…
“So you think this is something that’d actually suit us?” You asked gently, and he shrugged almost shyly.
“…I think this is something we’ve already been doing without either of us noticing.”
You nodded, realising he’s kinda right.
“…Can I say something stupid?”
“There’s no such thing.” He smiled.
“I always thought this kind of thing was just like… a sex thing.” You said, your cheeks turning a little pink.
“A lot of people do.” Noah chuckled quietly. “And it can be. For some people, that’s all it is. But for other people, it’s a whole relationship dynamic. It can be the way you communicate, how you look after each other, the roles you naturally fall into.”
You nodded your head slowly, though you were too busy wondering,
“Would ours be a sex thing?”
He shook his head with a little smile.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not primarily,” he said, “I don’t want the bedroom to be the foundation of this. I want it to be built on trust, communication, and you feeling safe- that’s what I care about most.” He gave your ankle a gentle squeeze again, “The bedroom would just be another place where that trust comes into play.”
“So it could become a part of it?” You smirked.
He let out a soft chuckle, the expression on his face still calm and reassuring.
“If you wanted to explore that side of it with me, then yes. We’d talk about it, take our time, and only do what feels right for the both of us. Communication and trust is the most important part of this whole thing, so we’d discuss boundaries, things we wanna explore and the things that are completely off the table, so neither of us are left feeling unsure or uncomforable.”
You nodded your head.
“You’ve really done your research on this, huh?” You smiled.
“Of course,” he said, “I didn’t want to bring it up unless I was sure I understood exactly what I was asking.”
You moved your legs, swinging them off his lap before sitting up straight.
“So if I agree to this…” you began, “You’re not gonna make me call you daddy at any point?”
He couldn’t help but laugh, his head tipping back against the couch again as he flashed a toothy grin.
“Why would I, baby?” He shook his head, “...I know there’s a different word you prefer.”
Your face suddenly felt red hot, but you tried to play it off with a scoff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh no? That little blush says otherwise.”
“There is no blush.” You folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to look offended though your grin gave you away. “You’re imagining things.”
He smiled knowingly but, to your relief, let it drop.
“For the record,” he said, “I’m never going to tell you what you have to call me. If something feels natural, great. If it doesn’t, we don’t do it.”
You nodded, appreciating how simple he made everything sound.
“…Okay.” So daddy isn’t off the table?
Silence settled between you for a moment, and you chewed on your cheek, another question forming in your mind.
“…Can I ask something else?”
“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”
“It might sound… really stupid.”
“It won’t.”
You hesitated.
“So…” You looked over at him, a tiny smile creeping onto your face. “What happens if I’m… difficult?”
One of Noah’s eyebrows lifted.
“Difficult?”
“You know…” You shrugged innocently. “If I roll my eyes, sass you, tease you, deliberately don’t do what you tell me to…”
His expression didn’t change, instead, he looked almost amused.
“You mean what happens if you’re a brat?” He smirked, “…well it depends, would you ever do that?”
“I don’t know.” You grinned. “Maybe.”
He laughed softly.
“I think you probably would.”
“I might… just to see what happens…” You smirked.
“Yeah, I had a feeling.” He shook his head.
You watched him carefully, that little teasing smile still on your face.
“So?”
He thought for a second before answering.
“If you’re teasing me because you’re in a playful mood… then yeah, I’d probably tease you right back, or if you’re purposely pushing me then yeah i’d give you what you want if you’re asking me to punish you- but that’s something completely different that we can discuss. But if you’re pushing back because you’re overwhelmed, upset or anxious…” His expression softened. “…then I’d stop and figure out what’s actually going on.”
“So you wouldn’t just put me in my place?”
He let out a quiet laugh.
“No, baby, not unless I know that’s what you want.” He leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes people joke, sometimes they’re bratty or playful, sometimes they’re stressed. And sometimes they’re asking for reassurance without knowing how.” His eyes met yours. “My job would be to figure out which one it is.”
Your smile faded into a look of soft awe.
“…You really think about people’s feelings a lot, don’t you?”
“I’d have to.” He shrugged. “If someone trusted me enough with this, then I’d have a responsibility to pay attention to how they’re feeling.” He smiled. “Besides, you strike me as someone who’s a little cheeky.”
Yeah… you couldn’t deny that.
The documentary eventually ended, and the credits ran on the screen. Noah reached for the remote and switched the TV off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the sofa. He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a quiet sigh.
“Come on.” He said, and you looked up. “I think it’s time for bed.”
You nodded your head. He stood first before offering you a hand, waiting patiently until you slipped yours into it.
“Good evening?” He asked.
“It’s been a really good evening.” You smiled.
“Good. I’m glad.” He smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading you upstairs.
After you’d both brushed your teeth, Noah had disappeared for a quick shower. You wandered around his bedroom while you waited, absentmindedly straightening the cushion on the chair by his window before immediately laughing at yourself, thinking “seriously? you’re tidying his room now?”
The sound of the shower soon stopped, and a few minutes later the bathroom door opened.
You looked up, and… oh.
“What?” Noah glanced over, towelling his hair dry.
“…Nothing.”
A smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Mm, doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
Heat crept back into your cheeks as he stepped into the bedroom. He’d changed into a pair of grey joggers and nothing else, his hair dark and damp from the shower, his chain necklace still around his neck, catching the light. He looked too fucking good… it brought your mind back to something you were talking about earlier…
You looked away before he could catch you staring again.
“Oh… you’ve gone shy, baby.”
“No I haven’t.”
“You have.”
You shook your head, letting out a lighthearted sigh.
“I was just thinking.” You answered.
“About?”
“…Stuff.”
He laughed quietly, hanging the towel back over the door before walking over to the bed.
“Well, that narrows it down.”
You climbed into bed beside him, suddenly finding the pattern on the sheets incredibly fascinating.
“Have you got another question?” He asked.
You looked up, a little in awe.
“…How do you always know?”
“Because you’ve got your thinking face on.” He smirked, “You always bite the inside of your cheek when you’re thinking.”
You weren’t even aware you were doing it, but the moment you caught yourself, you stopped.
“Okay… maybe I do have another question.”
“Then ask away.”
You hesitated.
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Why not?”
Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug.
“I don’t know…” You looked down at your hands. “It feels embarrassing…”
Noah’s expression softened immediately, he reached across the bed and laced his fingers with yours.
“Hey, nothing’s embarrassing, baby.” His thumb brushed gently across the back of your hand. “If you’re asking something because you’re curious, if there’s something you want to understand, or you want to know what something might look like…” He smiled warmly. “Those are good conversations. Important conversations.”
You felt yourself relax a little.
“So you don’t mind?”
“Not even slightly.” He smiled. “I’d much rather we talked about something when we’re both relaxed like this than when we’re caught up in the moment.”
You let out a small breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
“I think that’s why I want to ask now.”
“Mm, I thought it might be.” He shuffled a little closer to you, but still gave you plenty of space. “So… what are you wondering?”
You laughed nervously.
“I feel like every question I ask tonight makes me sound more clueless.”
“There isn’t a test, baby. And there definitely aren’t any silly questions.” He squeezed your hand. “This is something we’d figure out together, you need to ask these questions.”
The reassurance settled something inside you, and you slowly nodded your head.
“How would this kind of relationship change what we do in the bedroom?” You asked, your cheeks heating up again.
He thought for a moment, sitting up a little more against the headboard.
“It wouldn’t change anything, unless you wanted it to.” He answered, his voice warm and steady. “We’d only go as far as you’re comfortable with. But if we do this… it means I take full responsibility for your body and your pleasure, and there are some slightly stricter rules.”
Noah reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender even as the conversation grew heavier.
“First, we’d have safe words, or maybe a colour system would work better for us,” he explained. “‘Red’ to stop everything immediately. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down or check in, and ‘green’ if you’re good and want me to keep going. You can use them anytime, baby, even if you’re in the middle of moaning my name and your legs are shaking.” He smirked.
You nodded, listening carefully as he continued, his hand now resting on your thigh under the covers.
“We’d also talk about limits and boundaries beforehand. Hard limits are things that are completely off the table. Soft limits are things we might explore later when you feel safer. The most important part is that you communicate with me, so i know that you trust me to take care of you. To push you, but never break you, and to always put your wellbeing first, even when I’m being rough with you- if that’s something you want.”
“That is something I want to try, actually...” You confessed shyly, “I want you to be rougher with me.”
“And how do you want me to do that, baby?” He asked gently.
“…Fuck me harder,” you whispered, “Maybe even manhandle me…”
Noah’s smile just grew.
“Yeah? What about things like choking? Spanking? Degradation?”
“I’d like to try those things,” you nodded, “Just slowly… and maybe not the degradation part. I don’t like being called bad names or anything that makes me feel worthless…”
Noah’s expression immediately softened with understanding, and he cupped your cheek tenderly.
“Hard limit on degradation- got it,” he said firmly. “No slut, no whore, no names like that?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Instead, would you prefer that I call you my good girl? My pretty little baby?”
You nodded your head as heat tingled between your thighs, and Noah smiled softly.
“Got it, and as for the rest… fuck, baby. I love that you want it rough. I’d keep it safe, always watching your face, checking in with you, using that colour system.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “See? That’s how this works. You tell me what you need, what you don’t want, and then I take care of you.”
You nodded your head, smiling at him.
“What about you?” You asked, “What’s something you’d like to try? Or your limits. It’s important to talk about you too, right?”
Noah smiled, warm and a little amused, as he pulled you closer so you were half draped over his chest, his hand stroking slowly up and down your back.
“I’m glad you asked,because yeah, it goes both ways.” He thought for a moment, “I don’t have a lot of hard limits, honestly. I’ve tried a lot of things over the years. Rough sex, bondage, overstimulation… I’m pretty open. I’m happy to try just about anything new with you as long as we talk about it first and we both feel safe and comfortable.”
His hand slid down to your ass, just holding you, making you smile.
“One thing I’d really love to try with you is using toys,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower. “Vibrators, dildos, those suctions toys that suck on your clit. Maybe even plugs, nipple clamps, restraints… if that’s okay with you of course. I think you’d really like it if we take it slow.”
Your head spun just thinking about it, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he spoke, though you both tried to ignore it.
“As for rules,” he continued more seriously, “I have a couple that are non-negotiable for me. No gags for you of any kind- whether it’s my cock down your throat or your panties in your mouth- unless we’ve already agreed on a clear, non-verbal safe signal, like tapping my thigh three times or something. I need to be able to hear you. I need to hear your voice saying ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if something’s wrong. That’s my hard rule. Your safety comes first, always.”
Noah tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.
“I also don’t want to do anything that could cause real harm, no breath play beyond light choking, if that’s something you like, no extreme pain stuff unless you specifically ask for it and we build up slowly. And aftercare is mandatory. Every single time, no matter how rough we get or how gentle it is, I’m going to cuddle you, clean you up, get you water, and make sure you feel safe when we’re done.”
He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply, his hand slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
“Does any of that sound good to you, baby?” He asked against your lips, his voice husky.
You nodded your head.
“Yeah… I really like that.” You smiled.
“Good,” he said, looking in your eyes, “And if you had another bad day like today, you could come to me, hand everything over, and we could use sex- or play- to shut that pretty little brain of yours off.”
Noah’s voice stayed soft and warm as he held you close, one hand gently stroking your back while the other cupped your cheek as you looked up at him.
“Some days you might just need me to be soft with you,” he whispered, “So I’d take you to the bedroom, undress you slowly, and lay you down on the bed. Then I’d spend a long time kissing every inch of you… your neck, tits, tummy… until you’re all relaxed for me.” He brushed his nose against yours sweetly before continuing. “I’d spread your legs and worship that pretty pussy with my mouth for as long as you need, sucking softly on your clit until your mind starts to go quiet. I’d slide my fingers inside you and curl them just right, making you feel so fucking good, until all the stress melts away and all you can do is moan and tremble.”
Noah’s his voice then grew a little huskier as he continued.
“Other days… when your brain is working against you and you need something stronger to shut it off completely… I can be rougher with you, baby. I could pin you down, spank you until your ass is warm and stinging, then fuck you hard and deep until the only thing left to think about in your pretty head is the way my cock feels inside you. I’d choke you just enough to make everything feel more intense, hold you down and fuck you until you’re crying and cumming so hard you forget everything, even your own name.”
He smirked, trying to ignore the way everything he said was making his dick ache.
“But no matter which way we go,” he whispered against your lips, “I’ve got you. I’ll read exactly what you need that day. If you need gentle, I’ll be so, so gentle. If you need to be ruined to quiet your thoughts… then I’ll ruin you, sweetheart. And afterwards, I’ll hold you, clean you up, and tell you how perfect you are.”
Noah pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes, his hand still gently stroking your cheek.
“Does that sound like something you want from me?” He asked softly.
You nodded your head.
“I think…” you whispered, “This is exactly what I want.”
He smiled.
“Good. And just so I know where we’re at…” He gently pushed a strand of hair out of your face, “How do you feel about this? About being my submissive?”
“I want it.” You said firmly.
His smile softened immediately.
“You don’t have to say yes because it’s me, or because you think it’ll make me happy.”
“I’m not.” You shook your head. “I’m serious. I want this, Noah.”
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to spoil the next chapter in three words... toys. hotel. mask. :)
CW: smut [f!dom x m!sub, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), handjob, the lightest of bondage (just hands tied up). praises (m receiving), biting, sexual tension in a public setting, edging, a little dash of overstimulation (the tinies tiny amount)], swearing, mentions of alcohol
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (+18 only)
Part 5 [Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4]
A/N: Hello! here it is part 5. Hope you enjoy it! ✨ Once again, I wanted to apologise for not being constant with the posting. Let me know what you think of how the story's developping 💜
@runningincircl3s just published her fantastic first chapter for a similar fic "summerboy" so does @choillysblog with her oneshot "booked together" 💜
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Disclaimer: These are fictionalized versions of the band members. Their actions and personalities in this story are entirely products of my imagination and are not intended to represent the real people in any way.
Masterlist
After what felt like an eternity, the cruise ship reached the next stop.
Another little village to explore, another beach to relax on.
“Could we just go straight to the beach please?” asked Emma. “It is really hot already, and I want to go swimming.” she smiled at the group.
Everyone approved, the sun was already beaming its rays down, like tiny little flames burning your skin.
The exit from the ship was chaotic at best. The group split; while you and your friends managed to blend in with the pastel color palettes of your fellow passengers, the boys definitely didn’t.
Tall frames, dark hair and tattoos scattered around the group of elderly. On top of that, the boys were kind enough to offer themselves as the ones who carried the bags.
Some had backpacks on, some had beach towels rolled under their arms with Ruffilo who sported Sarah’s wide-brimmed straw hat because she forgot it in her room.
You chuckled to yourself. That rockstar life, eh.
“What the hell is in there?” Folio groaned, letting the rucksack plop onto the pier.
“It’s all the essentials for a day of exploring”
“No Chloe, this feels like you put bricks in there” responded Folio.
“You know Folio, when your skin is going to be as red as a monkey’s ass because you forgot your sunscreen, don’t you even dare come crying to me for some aloe vera” Chloe quipped.
Completely unaware of the slight mishap happening, Sarah bursted with “we need a group photoooo” waving her phone in the air.
“Right now babe?” asked Emma unsure
“Yes, now!! What did the Romans say? Carpe diem” shouted Sarah excitedly.
Looking around for someone to take the actual photo, you spotted Bob, head bowed onto a tiny map outlining the perimeter of the village.
“Hang on a minute guys” you quickly said, before making your way towards the old man.
“Bob” you said, waving at him.
“Oh, my dear, hello!” he sweetly greeted you.
“How is the cruise treating you?”
“Not bad, I like the relaxing parts of it. The food? not so much…” he trailed off
“Could I ask you for a quick favor please?”
“Of course dear”
“Would you take a photo of us?” you pointed towards your friends.
While Bob was sorting how to fold that map out, you spotted Noah crouched down beside Davis trying to untangle a strand of his friend’s hair that, apparently, got stuck into a zipper of one of the backpacks.
“Is it him?” you heard Bob asking
“Who?” you retorted, confused.
“I don’t want to pry darling but that smile that just appeared is...telling” he chuckled.
“Bob… you’re starting to scare me! How do you do that?”
“Feelings are both the most complex thing and the simplest thing to face”
He didn’t elaborate on that, he simply made his way towards your friends.
“Is it the central button darling?” Bob asked for, what it felt like, the hundredth time.
“Yes Bob, the bigger one” frustration starting to seep through your tone. Your mouth hurting from the tense position you had to keep for the photo.
His concentrated face was worth it though. Phone held religiously with two fingers, ready to fall at any minute, the uncoordinated pose he made just to get everyone in the picture and the open mouth while trying to hit that button.
The photos that came through were blurry, unfocused, but the smiles stamped on your friends’ faces were the most important thing. Genuine, happy, carefree smiles.
The beach was quite large, golden sand extended for quite a few miles, meeting the crystal clear water on the shore.
Sinking your toes into the soft sand, you lead the way into looking for the perfect spot.
“I’d say HERE” you exclaimed, taking a towel from Davis’ arm laying it out.
“Alrighty, so who’s ready to go into the water?” said Folio, who, in the meantime, already took his shirt off.
“Last one to dive in pays for cocktails tonight!” shouted Emma, taking off towards the shore.
The game was on between those two.
However, lifting your gaze, you spotted Noah, Jolly and Ruffilo still at the beginning of the beach, near the little parking lot beside it.
“C’mon dude, look at how beautiful it is” quipped Nicholas pointing at the deep blue sea extending in front of them.
Noah simply shook his head.
“Man, are you serious?” Jolly chimed in “We’re here… now. Who knows when we could go back? With touring and everything!”
Noah shook his head, again. His movements deliberately bigger than the last time. “I really don’t feel like it guys. I’ll visit a bit around and then I’ll get into a little café, have something to drink and I’ll wait for you.”
“Is there anything we could do to convince you to come with us?” suggested Ruffilo shrugging his shoulders.
“No, I don’t think so, no” answered Noah. However, the raven haired boy noticed how his friend’s eyes were focused on something else, more like someone else.
You were taking off the little cover up dress you wore for the brief journey. Your mint green bikini clung to your skin in the most flattering way.
Nick bit back a laugh before smirking.
In a mock defeated tone he stated “well, Jolly, better get going before the others have too much fun without us.”
Noah just stood there a bit more, captivated by you.
You didn’t hesitate for a second, the moment your dress was off, you just bolted for the water, running clumsyly toward the shore, laughing so loudly that Noah could hear your voice perfectly. Entering the water, you were submerged by a wave, only to break the surface a moment later at the other end. Your eyes were closed against the sun, and a giant, carefree smile was stamped across your face.
An involuntary smile tugged at his lips. Softness filled his chest, a warm sensation spreading through him.
Noah stood frozen in his spot. Internally a very heated debate was going on. He hated the beach. Worst of all? The feeling of the grains of sand clinging onto his damp skin. That was a sensory overload just at the thought of it.
His original plan: an air - conditioned café and a cold drink just sounded perfect. Unfortunately the more he stood there, the more he could see the pure, unadulterated joy radiating off the group. What did chip away his resolve, was seeing you, happy, in your element.
He could put aside his deep distaste for sand. Could he?
By the time you walked back up from the shoreline, dripping wet and breathless, Noah had already made his way down and settled onto the edge of the setup.
“That was sooo good, guys” you beamed at your friends, grabbing your gigantic beach towel, wrapping around yourself.
As you wrung out your hair, stray water droplets flew through the warm air, splashing onto the fabric and, in part, directly onto his bare skin.
He didn’t even flinch. He didn't mind it at all.
“Folio is the one paying for everyone’s cocktails tonight” announced Emma.
“Hey, that wasn’t fair” he retorted “you shouted that after you started running” he pouted, crossing his arm against his chest.
You sank down onto the towel right beside him, the heat radiating from his frame instantly warming your chilly skin.
“I’m glad you actually joined us,” you said, turning your head completely toward him. You angled your face just right, ensuring the rest of the group scattered along the beach couldn't see the slow, deliberate wink you gave him.
Noah’s breath caught slightly. You just went back to speaking with the group as if completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
He took his time observing you, once again. Up close, he could see your hair already starting to curl from the salt in the water, the damp strands framing your face. The scorching sun was drying you quickly, and the drier your skin got, the more he noticed the tiny salt speckles that adorned the bridge of your nose and your cheeks. He was staring, his gaze heavy and completely transfixed.
You felt his eyes on you, the intensity of it eliciting goosebumps running down your spine. Leaning back slightly, you braced your hands behind you on the towel, a movement that essentially exposed the line of your chest to his view.
“You like what you see, pretty boy?” you whispered, an amused tone dripping from your voice “It’s hot out there, is it not Noah?” He visibly gulped, eyes hungrily raking through your body, nodding slightly.
You tilted your head toward the sun, enjoying those warm sunshine, a satisfied hum leaving your lips. Yet, beside you, the man seemed to not find a comfortable position.
“I refuse to eat lunch under this scorching hot sun” murmured Sarah, already packing up her things.
“C’mon, we have the umbrella even” you rebutted.
“Forget it Y/N, I’m going to eat at a table, in a room with the AC on.”
You could tell that the heat was starting to creep up on her, making her angrier by the second.
“Fine… But I’m staying here. We have plenty of food that we snuck off the ship, so I'll be good” you quipped. “So, who wants to stay here with me a bit more before heading out to the ship?”
Your questions remained unanswered as the rest of the group quickly packed up their bags.
Everyone. Well, everyone except for Noah.
Once left alone, the tension shifted almost immediately.
“It is actually pretty hot, I should cover my head” you said. With that you took your little patterned scarf, tying it around your head creating a little bandana. Your hair spilling softly on your neck.
You were about to settle down with your book, when, just above a whisper, you heard Noah say “can you pass me the sunscreen?”
You smiled softly at him “of course”. Rummaging through your bag you took it out. “Just be mindful of how much you apply it. It’s the expensive kind.”
Then you see it. A glint of mischief passing behind his irises.
“I was thinking that maybe you could put it on me.” As if taken aback by his own admission he continued “yeah, you know, because you said that it cost a lot so I thought…”
“Noah” you said searching for his eyes. “I’ll do it. Thank you for using your words.”
The perfect occasion presented itself and who were you not to take it?
“Sit up comfortably, pretty boy, let me see you” you started as innocently as possible.
Without a warning you slid forward, straddling his lap eliciting a breathless yelp from him. You started lathering the cream starting with his broad shoulder.
You took your time, kneading his soft skin. Your hungry eyes trailed down to his tattooed body. You could feel his gaze boring into you.
Once you finished with his shoulders, you put a bit more cream onto your hands before getting even closer to him, chests almost touching, faces barely millimetres from one another, you reached around his torso to massage his bare back.
The gentle strokes slowly turned into firmer ones. Your nails dug into his bare back, racking all the way up until the nape of his neck.
The gulp that left him was delicious to your ear. That spurred you on even more, keeping the pressure just right, hoping to leave red marks on him.
You could feel his breath hitching, irregular huffs of hot air reaching your cheeks.
“Are you enjoying this huh, sweet boy?” You whispered, your breath fanning over his parted lips.
He looked utterly breathtaking. Hair tousled by the sea breeze, redness adorning his cheeks, pupils blown wide. His head tilted backwards, exposing the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple.
Your attention now turned to his beautiful neck, fingers lightly tracing the outline of his apple tattoo.
“You don’t know what you do to me” you said, mouth hovering over his pulse point “You look divine honey, such a good boy for me.”
You pressed your lips to his neck, sucking gently and tracing the hot skin with your tongue, feeling his heart pick up a frantic, racing pace under your touch.
“Y/N…” he whined. His hands flew to your hips, gripping the fabric of your bikini, his knuckles turning white.
“I can’t wait to have you underneath me tonight.” you breathed against his hot skin. “I’m taking my sweet time with you, boy.”
A breathy moan was all you heard, before pulling your mouth away from his neck. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing him to look at you.
“Do you still want this Noah?” You asked, gaze focused on him. The man took a ragged breath, allowing a moment to gather himself, before nodding “yes.”
“So you know what to do then” you smiled, thoroughly satisfied.
His eyes darted around the beach, making sure no one was close enough to overhear them. Even in his daze, you could tell his deep-rooted shyness hadn't completely subsided.
“I’ll be a good boy” he whispered tentatively “for you” he added after.
Dinner was the most difficult thing Noah had ever sat through. Looking at you, so natural, relaxed, in your element built another layer of complexity.
He felt restless, leg bouncing under the table.
The dishes couldn’t be served at a slower pace. Every interaction, every bite of food seemed to go in slow motion.
Yet, you seemed completely fine. Conversing, joking, being completely immersed in the present moment.
I can’t wait to have you underneath me tonight. I’m taking my sweet time with you.
Those words didn’t leave him one second ever since hearing them. That felt like a promise or rather THE PROMISE.
He tried to stay as busy as possible just to not go over the words, the sensation of your lips on his neck still lingering.
His skin felt like it was on fire. His senses heightened, every sound, every flicker of light just put his brain in overdrive, steering his thoughts away from the anticipation of what was going to happen.
“Dude, you didn’t even touch your food” Davis noted, shoving a comically large bite of pasta into his mouth. “It really is delicious” he mumbled around the food.
That comment earned a worried look from Nick. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah I am” Noah rebutted, attempting to put on the most reassuring smile possible.
After what felt like hours, finally dinner was coming to an end.
“I think it’s a wrap for me guys” stated Emma, stifling a yawn. “I am knackered… see you tomorrow” she waved at the group and promptly left the table.
Slowly but surely, one by one left the table, leaving you and Noah the two remaining people.
You flicked your gaze towards him. He looked so tense, jaw clenched, hands gripping the table. Yet, beneath the rigid tension, he looked completely helpless. Pleading eyes locked into yours, he was just waiting. Waiting for you.
You simply made your way toward the man, extending your hand to his.
He took yours, gripping it.
“My room”
You laced your hand in his, making a mental note of how his was way bigger than yours.
His slightly sweaty, trembling palm against yours.
The wait for the elevator never felt longer.
Noah was tapping nervously his foot against the carpeted floor as his gaze traveled through the small corridor.
You tightened your hold on him. The bare knowledge of what was going to happen, sent shivers down your spine. Noah looked particularly gorgeous this evening, you couldn't wait to tear him apart, bit by bit.
The moment the elevator doors opened, you dragged the man inside, quickly pushing the floor, before clashing your lips with his.
You heard Noah gasp through the kiss, before melting into it.
His hands flew to your hair, intertwining his fingers through your strands.
You were hungry for him. Oh, How you wanted him.
Impatient hands traveled through Noah’s body, raking it, exploring every inch of him you had under your fingertips.
Biting down his lower lip, you gained access to his mouth, tongues dancing together.
You shoved him onto the elevator wall, his back coming into contact with a small thud. He let out a low, ragged groan against your mouth, but he didn't fight it; he leaned into it, completely surrendered to your pace.
His mellow compliance made your brain go into overdrive. The thought of having a 6 foot 3 man completely at your mercy, ignited something primal in you.
You pulled back just a fraction, but instead of letting him go, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
"I watched you all through dinner," you whispered against his warm skin, your hands sliding soothingly up his back. "You did so well containing all that excitement for me. Now, just let me take care of the rest. I’ve got you.”
You smiled into his neck before nipping softly at the sensitive skin right over his pulse point, making him gasp.
The ding of the elevator announcing the floor did burst the little moment you were having.
“Saved by the bell” you joked. Before heading to your door, your legs almost sprinted.
Fumbling with your door key, a frustrated groan left your lips.
“Someone’s eager” commented Noah, chuckling.
“You have no idea” you quipped as you managed to open the door.
The door closed also because of the weight Noah put leaning up against it. Nipping at the skin of his neck, your hand palmed him through his trousers.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," you murmured, a thoroughly amused smirk playing on your lips. "Is this what you were hiding under the dinner table all night? No wonder your leg was bouncing so much. How embarrassing, sweet boy."
An intense flush stained his cheeks. He looked beautiful: completely undone, his expression slowly descending into absolute desperation.
You let a single finger trace the length of him through the material, eliciting a sharp gasp from his parted lips.
“Y/N… please” he whined, the syllable completely broken as your thumb lightly pressed against him. His head tilted back against the door, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped.
"Please what?" you whispered, leaning up to press a biting kiss right over the apple tattoo on his neck, feeling his pulse fluttering wildly against your lips. "I told you on the beach. I'm taking my sweet time with you tonight. And right now, I think I want to make you wait just a little bit longer."
You pushed him towards the edge of the bed, hand on his chest, slowly guiding him down until he sat heavily on the mattress. You stood over him for a second, looming over his handsome face.
“Now remember, you don’t get to touch me, no matter what, understood?” you said sternly.
Noah nodded timidly.
“Hands where I can see them, angel”
Reluctantly Noah put his palms out, pressing them flat against the mattress on either side of his thighs.
“I do feel a bit overdressed” you noted matter-of-factly, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't you think baby?” Without expecting a response from him, just started to play with the hem of your shirt before taking it off.
The burgundy lace bra that was waiting underneath that shirt made Noah’s breath hitch. You were basking in seeing Noah so worked up, and observing his attempts to keep his composure.
Unceremoniously, you took off your pants, leaving you in nothing but the matching burgundy lace thong.
That earned an audible gasp from Noah.
“Already so pent up, angel? We haven't even started yet! What’s going on, huh?” you teased.
You saw his body go rigid once you got closer to him.
“Since I am a very generous partner Noah, I’ll let you decide… Left or right?”
“Left?” he answered, confusion swimming in his eyes.
“Good choice.” Straddling his thigh, you lowered yourself, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his bare skin.
“You said you wanted to be my good boy, didn’t you?” you cooed “So, now you’re gonna sit here and take what I give you.”
You drew lazy, slow circles on his thigh, creating a delicious friction, pleasure slowly building in your core.
Noah’s gaze was fixed where both of your bodies met, hands gripping the bedding bunching the fabric into tight fists .
Soft moans left your lips, while your hands reached for his neck, playing with his hair at its nape.
His head lulled back, eyes closing, while a strained whine left his mouth.
“Nah, ah, pretty boy” you teased “you have to look at me.”
That seemed to go over his head, so, one of your hands reached for his jaw, forcing him to meet your eyes.
"I said, look at me, Noah. I didn't give you permission to look away." You scolded.
His wide pupils met your half lidded ones.
“There he is,” you moaned. A broken sound came from the back of his throat, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticked violently near his ear.
Your pointer and middle finger traced the delicate outline of his lips, before tapping a couple of times on them: “Now, be a good boy and open that pretty little mouth of yours.”
He accommodated the two digits with soft moans, diligently sucking on them, lapping them with his saliva.
Swiftly you freed your breast from one of the lace cups, your nipple already hardened.
The sensation of his spit coming into contact with your sensitive bud was enough to have your muscles tense.
“Noah…” you breathed. Your head lulled backwards, your hips picking up a more sustained pace.
Noah’s eyes closed instinctively as a deep, involuntary groan tore from his chest. His hips gave a subconscious, desperate twitch upward, trying to meet your movement.
Your movements stopped instantly. Your expression shifted into a look of mock disappointment.
"Did I say you could move?" you whispered, your tone dropping an octave.
Noah’s shocked expression was all that you could see for a few seconds before hearing a soft “please…”
“Please what?” you spat “I asked you a question. Answer it” you punctuated every single syllable.
The look of pure panic that Noah had on his face betrayed his fear of having actually displeased you.
“No” he shook his head “No, I’m so sorry… it’s too much” he whined.
“Too much…. I didn’t even touch you” you scoffed. “What do you need?”
“I… I” his voice was trembling “I just need some relief”
“Relief you say” you snickered. A smug expression slowly forming on your face.
Without any warning, you yanked his underwear down just enough to free his cock. That elicited a sharp hiss from Noah.
You resumed your movements, picking up a quick, frantic pace, while jerking him off. Irregular strokes matched your rhythm on his leg.
“Is that what you wanted, huh? For me to take that cock of yours and make you feel good?” you taunted.
A deep growl left his chest. His breath heavy and irregular.
“You feel so good, baby. Your thighs are meant to be ridden. Do you feel how wet I am? Just for you.”
His angrily red tip dribbled out a bit of precum. A few strained whines left him. You could see veins bulging from his neck from the effort of not moving.
“Fuck baby, I’m close. That feels too fucking good… Fuck” you sped up your pace, desperately dragging your hips into his thigh.
“I’m cumming” you yelled, your mouth finding his shoulder, teeth sinking into his plush flesh, muffling the moans coming from your orgasm hitting you.
You slumped onto him, your chest heaving as the final waves of your high rolled through you. You stayed there for a long moment, listening to the frantic, erratic thumping of his heart beneath your cheek.
When you finally pulled back, you found Noah’s eyes brimming with tears. His cock still hard, neglected from your peak.
“C’mon, let’s get you comfortable on the bed.” You said. Helping him get off his boxers, you directed him towards the headboard where he rested his back. With his underwear now gone, and his body completely exposed, a sudden wave of embarrassment seemed to wash over him. He glanced nervously toward the window, the artificial lightning suddenly feeling far too revealing.
“Could you... could you draw the curtains, please?” he murmured, his voice trembling slightly as he looked up at you.
A slow, wicked smile touched your lips as you looked down at his flushed face. “My baby is shy, aren’t you, pretty little thing?” you cooed, your thumb tracing his jawline. You reached over, tugging the heavy fabric shut, the room suddenly plunged into a dimmer atmosphere.
Refocusing your gaze to him, you drawled “I wish you could see how good you look, angel… absolutely beautiful, all spread out for me.”
“Now, tell me sweet boy” you started, making your way towards him. Crawling onto the mattress, you spread his legs, settling between them.
“Y/N” Noah desperately cried.
Your lips latched onto his neck, leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses.
“Have you ever thought about me? Huh?”
Your hands found his broad chest. Soft caresses soon turned into nails digging on his skin.
“Have you thought about me touching you, making you feel good?”
Your gazes met briefly. He gulped visibly. He simply nodded.
“Oh, honey, have you made yourself cum thinking of me?” You tutted “Did your hands feel as good as my mouth did?” You cooed.
Without waiting for a reply, you took his hand, tightly balled into a fist before taking two fingers into your mouth, sucking in them.
You watched him through your lashes. His mouth open, panting, moaning. His cheeks flushed, a slight sheen of sweat making strands of hair sticking onto his face.
A pleased hum left your mouth. A small smile tugging at your lips.
Slipping his digits out with a loud pop, your fingers started tracing faint lines onto his body. “You’re tense baby” you murmured in his ear, “Talk to me, what is happening?”
“Please….” he sob wracked through his chest.
“I’m listening, angel”
“Touch me please, I’ve been so good Y/N, please” he panted.
He has been, actually.
You slid down, your lips leaving a trail of warm, open mouth kisses from his neck, down his stomach, before settling into his navel, finally taking his cock into your hand, giving a few tentative strokes.
The sweet little cry that left Noah’s mouth went straight to your core.
“Remeber the rules baby, no moving and no touching.” you said sternly, before adding: “you’ve been so good to me until now, keep doing like that and I’ll give it to you.”
That seemed to have reignited something in his eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise” he whispered.
Then, the torture began.
You licked a strip from his base to his tip, before coating it with a mixture of his precum and saliva.
You set into a gruelling rhythm. Speeding up, head bobbing up and down, taking as much of his thick length as your throat could handle.
“Fuck… that feels so good, shit” Noah’s words sputtered through his gritted teeth.
You felt him twitch violently against the back of your throat, his ragged breaths getting louder and louder turning into full blown moans spilling from his mouth.
“Yeah... right there Y/N, fuck…” he trailed. “I’m close, I’m so close.”
That’s when you’d abruptly freeze, halting every movement.
Noah’s chest heaved. “No, no, what are you doing?” he sounded frustrated.
You didn’t answer. Instead, you watched him through his lashes, mouth still full of him, saliva dripping at his base, onto his balls. The sensation of your warm mouth still around him, was almost too much for him to handle.
You just waited, waited until his breathing calmed down a bit, before resuming the cruel pace you set before.
The room was filled with the lewd sound of your mouth working on his shaft. One of your hands was tightly gripping his thigh, you were convinced that a mark would be found later.
“Y/N I can’t hold it, please… Let me cum” he sounded so fucked out. Subconsciously his eyes fluttered shut, his heels dug heavily into the mattress.
Unfortunately, his hips bucked against his will.
This time, you didn’t just freeze, you pulled back completely. A string of saliva connecting your mouth with his cock.
The look of utter bewilderment on Noah’s flushed face was priceless. He knew exactly what he had done. No sound left his lips, you just saw his breath hitching in his throat.
“I’m warning you Noah, that’s a first strike” you scolded. “What happened to wanting to be a good boy?” you mocked.
“No Y/N I want to be so good for you, please…” He desperately answered. His hands found the sides of the pillow he was leaning against. He gripped the fabric as if holding onto a lifeline.
This time around, the sensory overload was too much for him to bear. He was so fucked out that Noah forgot his restrictions. His hands flew forward, his fingers instinctively tangling into your hair to push you deeper.
Abruptly, you pulled away, the sudden loss of warmth eliciting a desperate, broken whine from the back of his throat.
“Uh-uh. Already a second time breaking the rule angel.”
Noah’s body stiffened, his eyes glassy and pleading, completely at your mercy.
“What did I just say?” your voice was a bit hoarse from the blowjob, dripping with a mocking sweetness. “Actions have consequences, pretty boy.”
Lightly patting his inner thigh, you got off the bed. The cool air of the room hit your bare skin as you walked toward the tiny bedside table, picking up the long silk scarf you had strategically packed.
Returning to the bed, you loomed over him. “Hands above your head.”
“But…” Noah whispered, his voice cracking on the syllable, looking at the fabric in your hands.
“No rebuttals,” you spat, your tone sharp enough to make him shiver. “If you can’t follow a simple instruction, then your hands need to be contained.”
A high-pitched, pathetic whine left Noah’s lips, but he didn’t fight you. Slowly, reluctantly, he raised his arms. You wrapped the silk scarf firmly around his wrists, securing them tightly to the heavy wooden bedframe above him.
You stepped back to admire your handiwork. The image of Noah tied up, his pale, tattooed torso completely bare, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, was something instantly fixed into your memory.
“You look absolutely breathtaking like this, Noah,” you murmured, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across your face. “A perfect little picture just for me.”
You took him into your mouth once again. You slowly worked yourself down his shaft until you were able to take him whole in your mouth, lightly gagging around him.
“Fuck Y/N… that feels soo good” he moaned.
Bobbing your head, you heard his arms wrestling with the restraint. Moans spilling out of him, feeling like a devotional chant.
“I’m so fucking close” Noah chocked out “Please, please Y/N… Please can I cum?” he desperately yelled.
You gave in, he had been good, a really good boy. You caressed his thigh, giving him a slight tap on it, confirming.
The moment he processed that information, he completely forgot about the “not moving” rule. Body convulsing, hips jerking upwards, chasing desperately his high.
“Shit… I’m cumming” with that half ragged sentence, his body stilled, emptying himself into your mouth crying out your name over and over.
You rode it out with him, lapping every last drop of his cum, until you heard a soft “That’s too much.”
Noah gently pushed your head away before thoroughly collapsing onto the bed.
His hands were still tied up with the scarf, highlighting his broad chest heaving, moving erratically up and down trying to calm down.
His eyes were closed, but the expression on his face was almost pained.
“Here” you spoke softly “let me…” you trailed.
He gave you a tired smile in response. So, ever so delicately, you freed his wrist from the fabric, before making your way to the mini fridge for some water.
“Y/N” you heard Noah whisper. “Could we… could we cuddle for a bit?” He asked shyly.
Your heart instantly melted. “Of course we can,” you answered, “I was just going to get us some water.”
“Oh, yeah… I could use some” he chuckled.
“You just make yourself comfortable baby” you encouraged.
Noah’s stomach flipped listening to that nickname used so naturally in a non sexual situation. Looking at you, he felt you didn’t even register what you had just said.
He settled under the covers, just waiting for you to finish up.
The room was almost pitch black, the lights were shut off, allowing the white pale moonlight filter through the curtains.
Noah heard the creaking of the mattress signaling your presence.
“C’mere” you whispered. Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
You two embraced for a while, basking in each other's presence.
Your fingers found their way into his hair, gently massaging his scalp, untangling the strands that had gotten messy in the heat of the moment. Noah let out a contented sigh, his entire body going completely heavy against yours. You melted into him, a feeling of familiarity settling between the two of you.
He wrapped his arm securely around your waist, pulling you just a fraction closer, as if trying to hide himself away from the rest of the world inside your warmth before drawing a very deep breath.
“Thank you” he said, cutting through the comfortable silence. You smiled into the darkness of the room.
“For what?” you asked “Bringing you water or finally letting you cum?” you teased gently, keeping your voice barely above a whisper.
“For everything” he answered. “For…this” he tightened even more the hold he had on you, burying his face even deeper into your neck. “Just… for being here with me.”
You gave a soft kiss on the top of his head, delicately resting your cheek against it.
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Ok but….what about male dancer!Noah who gets hired for bachelorette parties or birthday parties and stuff….
oh my god 😵💫😵💫 this immediately made me think of a little something @concretejunglefm wrote here! i would’ve loooved to write my own take on this if i had the time, maybe i will one day, but if you haven’t read that already i would 10000% recommend it hehe 🤭💗
i just reread who are you and i have totally forgotten noah and reader got engaged?? now i can't stop thinking about husband!noah
🥺🥺 who are you noah was the most boyfriend ever, so just imagining his as husband!noah is so 🥹🥹🥹 i hate that i feel like ive abandoned the sequel for that story, since i planned it to be super cute and soft (with some sexy moments at the gym ofc!!) but one day i might decide to come back to it :) but i just know they’re having the best time in their little universe, they’re so so in love and they’re busy planning their wedding 🤭
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here's a little sugardaddy!noah x stripper!reader thing that somehow came to me while i was listening to nerv by thornhill, i don't know why, and i don't know how i ended up with this, but hey! here it is <3
wc: 6.3k warnings: NSFW, smut (blowjob), i've never been to a strip club so i don't know what goes down in there but i took my best guess! and i know reader probably breaks a lot of rules lmao, also this hasn't been proof read and i wrote this over three separate days so if theres any mistakes... i'm just a girl
i wanted this to be a lot longer, but i'm thinking about a potential part two instead, just because i wanted to post this tonight ;) also i originally wanted this to be porn with no plot but for some reason my brain can't write if there's not an entire backstory and shit so i end up with too much plot not enough porn ?? this could also be a part of the velvet universe! possibly before noah meets velvet!reader <3
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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.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’ll be waiting in the car for you... and baby?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, a filthy little smirk on his lips. “Bring that pretty mouth with you. I’m nowhere near done using it tonight.”
here's a little sugardaddy!noah x stripper!reader thing that somehow came to me while i was listening to nerv by thornhill, i don't know why, and i don't know how i ended up with this, but hey! here it is <3
wc: 6.3k warnings: NSFW, smut (blowjob), i've never been to a strip club so i don't know what goes down in there but i took my best guess! and i know reader probably breaks a lot of rules lmao, also this hasn't been proof read and i wrote this over three separate days so if theres any mistakes... i'm just a girl
i wanted this to be a lot longer, but i'm thinking about a potential part two instead, just because i wanted to post this tonight ;) also i originally wanted this to be porn with no plot but for some reason my brain can't write if there's not an entire backstory and shit so i end up with too much plot not enough porn ?? this could also be a part of the velvet universe! possibly before noah meets velvet!reader <3
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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.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’ll be waiting in the car for you... and baby?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, a filthy little smirk on his lips. “Bring that pretty mouth with you. I’m nowhere near done using it tonight.”
