#badomensimagines

“We gotta hurry to the pool, that’s where my brother is at.” Your best friend Lily said, as she dragged you down through the casino to get to the pool.

She knew you had a little hobby doing some DJing, lucky for you her brother was doing a gig in Vegas, you liked DJing but you didn’t know the whole thing of it. You found it cool though. She stopped right in front of the doors before you both were to go outside.

“Hey I know we just got here, but try and relax. I know your fiancé also left you recently, and it’s still fresh. I just want to see you get out again, and smile like old times.” You give her a soft smile at her words.

“I’ll try. Thank you for inviting me on your girls trip you planned.” You hugged her as she smiled while hugging you. She was dressed in pink along with her friend group.

“Let’s find you a man with a big dick!” She giggled as she pulled you out the casino to the pool area with her. You laughed at her comment.

You didn’t care for themes or knew about any. It wasn’t the friend groups fault they were more girlie and fun and like Lily. You were in a navy bikini, followed by shorts, flip flops, a band tee, and trucker hat. It was 103° when you woke up, only to get hotter out.

You followed behind her as she made her way to her friends at the cabana. They acknowledged you and were kind to you, and you didn’t care to know them much. You don’t drink often either but decided since it was a vacation and Vegas it would be acceptable.

After putting your stuff away and stripping off the clothes that covered your bikini, you made your way to the bar. Lily was also there getting some tequila shots.

“Give me 5 tequila shots please.” She looked over at you about to change it to 6 before you corrected her back to 5 and she gave you a look.

“You’re supposed to be having fun.” She whined, handing the bartender her credit card. You chuckled, before hearing someone beside you comment.

“Tequila is not for everyone.” The man had tattoos and sun glasses on, his hair was long and kind of blonde and shoulder length, he looked you up and down slightly before ordering himself a beer.

“Y/n, use to love tequila but now she prefers being sober. Shes so responsible.” She replied, winking at you, giving you a light push. You rolled your eyes at her words.

“I feel better sober.” You mumbled, as you glazed at the wine list they had at the bar. Lily took the tequila shots leaving you at the bar with a huff.

You could feel the man’s eyes on you. He wasn’t staring at you but you can see he was sneaking glances.

“Are you from here?” You questioned, getting his attention after he looked away. He turned his head back to you as you order a glass of dry wine they had.

“Oh no, I’m on a trip with my friends, we do music for a living. I design some stuff for tattoos and sell merch.” He answered. You cocked your head slightly wondering what music they did and what career can you have in music?

“We’re here for a festival. Pretty popular band too. My friend himself doesn’t drink much, but we like pools and what not so decided to stay a couple nights on the strip.” He went on, and then decided to introduce himself. (We like pools and what not. Oh okay👀)

“I’m Davis.”

You gave him your name in return before he nodded his head. “That’ll be $13” the bartender set down your glass of wine as you grabbed your purse to get your card.

“Put it on cabana 5’s tab.” Davis replied, the bartender nodded before walking away. He winked while walking away.

“Feel free to come by if you’re bored or need another glass of wine. It’s on me and my friends.” You heard as you walked back to your cabana, Lily’s friends were at.

“Cheers.” You heard everyone yell before throwing back shots. A lot of them already pre gamed and looked pretty drunk. You weren’t a big fan of drunk people.

The music finally cut to Lily’s brother Drew, the DJ. You watched as many people including your friends raced up to the crowd of people standing by his station.

Drew played a few songs that you liked. Classic party songs you’d hear in a club and a few rap songs too. You were impressed. You knew a little bit of how to DJ but not as much as he did. He did it for a living too while meanwhile you worked as some admin in a healthcare place.

Feeling dehydrated, you made your way back to the bar to order some water. Drew also happened to be there while he put some auto setting on getting himself a drink. He bumped you slightly.

“I can see you watching my set from the corner. You enjoying it?” Drew picked up his drink they handed him, waiting to your reply.

“I like it, I mix some stuff myself but it’s not as cool as yours.” You replied nodding your head. He offered you to go up there with him. You hated crowds but the wine in you was telling you to go, so you followed him back to his station.

He had a shit ton of buttons, mix discs and a whole computer set up. It was loud as can be but he let you take the stage as he watched. The crowd including your friends were yelling and vibing.

You didn’t know what to choose so you just chose some pitbull stuff to remix. It made everyone louder, and seemed to get stuff going. You felt a pair of eyes on you one that you couldn’t help but notice. Yes there was eyes all on you but ones that’s caught your attention.

Back at a cabana where Davis was, but it wasn’t Davis. It was someone else with tattoos and sunglasses. He had shorter hair and a La croix in hand. You looked away not thinking much of it, watching your friends take the dance floor. Lily knew you messed around with music and thought it was cool, she didn’t know you could mix so it was almost a surprise. She was also dancing with some tattooed guy with a man bun. He looked like he could also be friends with Davis maybe.

You finished a few songs before handing it back over to Drew. He thanked you and before you left he invited you to come perform with him at the nightclub.

“I want to see more of what you got. You’re very impressive and I want you to get another shot of doing this.” You smiled at his offer before accepting it. You had nothing else to do tonight.

You walked back to the cabana they were all at waiting. Some of them drinking water while the others were lying down. Lily managed to drag the tattooed man over to you guys.

“Guys this is Jolly. He’s the sweetest guy ever, and he invited us out to dinner with friends. Isn’t that cool?” Lily was pretty drunk but Jolly was too and happy to be around her.

“Ooooh Jolly found someone, finally!” Davis followed by La Croix guy, joined the conversation. You could feel his eyes more intensely on you.

“We’re going to have dinner at this cool place if you all wanna join us, we’d love to have you.” Davis turned towards you before raising an eyebrow. The girls of course accepted it, you shrugged before he poked you while you drank your water.

“You best be there y/n. Also Greta job up there, you’re good with music too.” He teased, you thanked him smiling at his comment.

“See you guys later.” Davis yells. As they waved and walked away.

You sat down, watching them walk. Well mainly him, something about him caught your attention but you weren’t sure what. You pulled out a cigarette before walking to the smoking lounge. You didn’t smoke often but you went to Japan with your ex and it was some of the last things you both enjoyed together. They were different from American cigarettes and you didn’t care much of what anyone says.

——

*Time skip*

“This place is amazing!” Lily announced, as she drank it in. It was all fancy and sparkly. Probably a couple hundred dollars a plate to even eat here and hard to get in from the looks of it.

Jolly told her to make sure we were all fancy with dresses and closed toed heels. You put your little black dress and heels to use. You forgot to mention to anyone you were meeting Drew at the club and had to leave early to get into the club and find out what you going to mix. You were kinda nervous from not having any experience mixing in a club, almost not wanting to show up from your nerves.

They showed everyone to the table. It had many different names on it. “Davis, Noah, Nick, Jolly..”

Yes it was assigned seating in a place like this. You found your name next to “Noah”. You always liked that name, it was simple and easy to remember. To your surprise it was La Croix guy who you were drooling about.

His voice found you as he got your attention. “Hi I’m Noah.” He greeted, while sitting next to you. You dranked him in. The black tailored pants, black shirt, tucked into his black dress pants with a belt, and button up.

He was 100% your type, and you were trying not to freak out. This was the something about him feeling you were getting again almost like you’re meant to be drawn to eachother.

“Y/n.” You smiled back at him as he mirrored your smile, before putting up the menu. Looking at it. He sneaked another glance at you shyly.

He put the menu down, nervously bouncing his leg. He wasn’t use to things like this or meeting new people and randomly inviting them out to dinner. “Thank Davis.”

“You DJ? You did a great job, looked like you knew what you were doing.” He picked up the wine in front of him sipping out of it.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. Lily’s brother does it for a living and has a few gigs out here in Vegas.” You replied.

“He seems cool. I’ve never met him. We’re also here for a music gig too..” Noah nodded to himself while looking over the menu. He didn’t want to give too much away about his own life. But there was something about you.

“Yeah I have to leave here early, I got something I have to take care of. Maybe I’ll see you around if I don’t see you again the next day.” You shrugged not thinking much about the conversation.

Noah glanced over at you looking at how you were dressed and how different you were from your friend and her friends. Almost the complete opposite. He thought you were beautiful.

You bite your lip looking at all the entrees costing all around more than $100. It was kinda of conflicting for you. You were about to not order anything and maybe hit a fast food place by the club when Noah ordered for you.

“She’ll have the same as me.” He glanced over at you confirming with you, which you nodded agreeing to it. You didn’t know what he got and you weren’t a vegetarian so it should be okay.

“I can’t really afford-“ you mumbled feeling a little sick at the idea.

“It’s on me, and my friends. Don’t worry about it.” His hand pet your hair slightly moving it out of your face. You felt flustered at you shyed away. You haven’t been with someone in a little bit but your ex fiancé and since the engagement everything feels new to you again.

The food arrived fast. As you listened a little bit to Davis talk about the music stuff they do. You tuned in and out of it. Not knowing much or asking questions. They were a band apparently but you didn’t care to research.

You looked over at Noah he was finished his food. You softly whispered a “thank you” to him, before getting up to smoke and Irish goodbye.

You walked out announcing you were going to smoke, followed by the comments about smoking and how it was bad for you and all the stuff. You didn’t care much. It was for your nerves mainly.

You found a good little corner where no one was, a little ways away from the restaurant before taking one out and lighting it.

“I’ll take one too.”

The voice beside you asks. You didn’t recognize Noah for a second about to tell the stranger no. But you glance at him, he was looking at you grin in his face.

“Why?”

You asked. Making the smile disappear. You puffed out the smoke. They’re from Japan, I don’t have many of them. “They were giving to be by my ex fiancé when he went on a work trip there and cheated on me. There’s good though, they have a weird mint flavor to them.”You handed one to him. (“Here damn.”)

“I’m sorry he did that to you. Sounds like a shit guy.” He took your lighter before lighting it.

“He’s dead to me.” You replied to him like it was nothing before he had a chance to say a word, you asked him another question.

“Why are you out here with me?”

You took your cigarette putting it out on the ground. He did the same as you. “Just was curious, maybe a little nosey to what you had to go and do. That’s all…” he mumbled looking down feeling like he was imposing maybe.

You laughed a little. “It’s none of your business, and you and your band probably have some cool fancy shit to tonight, while I go back to my little private boring life. Going to DJ with my friend’s brother.”

Noah nodded at the idea of watching you DJ again before inviting himself. “Let’s go to the club.” He pulls you with him. You pull away.

“Why? I’m just going to make a fool of myself..”

Noah scoffed, before taking you with him. He watched you up there, and overheard Drew talking about the club he was going to, they were able to get a table at the night at the club a different night, at the same club you were headed to.

You both walked up to the bouncer. “Hi I’m y/n, I’m with Drew. The bouncer nodded granting you access. They stopped Noah.

“Who are you?” The deep voice made you freeze. You needed him to come with you or you were going to humble yourself in front of all these people.

“Oh that’s just my boyfriend, Drew told me I could bring him too.” You quickly made an excuse as to why he should come with you. The guy looked at you and then him before granting him access too.

“Thank god.” You whispered, Noah took your hand in his. You didn’t even know this guy that well to have any business stringing him along with you.

“Hey! Y/n, are you ready. I’ve been waiting for you. It’s R&B night, hope you can mix something good for us.” He greeted you before giving you access. Noah followed behind you too. He acknowledged him too patting his back.

“This your man too?” He asked, as you put the headphones on, you replied, “Just a friend Drew.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Don’t worry u won’t tell Lily.” He nodded before leaving you to it.

Noah found a popular R&B song starting it up, before adding some beats, and more bass to it. You found a song compatible to it that would compliment the beat well, before mixing it with him. The crowded liked it before going with it.

Drew came up to you guys with a bottle before opening it, and offering it to you both. A dry red wine. One of Noah’s favorites and you liked it too, deciding on sharing it straight out the bottle.

Noah thanked him, before take a swig out of it. It was just as he imagined the both of you. He over heard Drew mentioning about playing at this nightclub and when he saw you up there with him he connected the dots, especially at dinner. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He watched as you smiled, while being so focused at finding the right tempo and beat to the song. It was enough to make people rock against each other on the floor. The things he would do to get to do that with you. Davis told him a little about you, after meeting you at the bar.

“She’s kind of similar to you, but girlie. Shes super kind, and her friend said she just got out of an engagement..”

Noah could hear Davis’s voice in his head. He spin the disc and few times before starting the flow of the last song. It was one of your favorite R&B songs. You obviously had to lock in. You decided beside him rocking your body. He watched and grinned to himself. You drank more out of the wine glass taking turns with him until it was empty. You both felt a little tipsy.

His arm reached over your yours brushing it slowly, turning a button. He whispered down in your ear.

“Do you want to get out of here, and hand it back to Drew?”

You were pretty tipsy and a little tired. Turning your head looking at Noah you admired all his facial features and how his hair was kind of in his eyes. He looked divine.

“Of course. We can go hangout on my balcony if you’d like.” You invited him, whiling taking the headphones off, as Drew came up taking them from you.

“Thank you, thank you. You guys were awesome, appreciate you. Hope to see you guys around soon.” As Drew spun the disc changing the music to something more upbeat and funky, making the crowd move.

Noah took your hand as you guys excited out of the nightclub to the strip. He waved down one of the portable self driving cars, as he took both of your back to the same hotel you guys were both staying at.

You rested against his shoulder in the car. He put his arm around you stabilizing you. He smelt good. Like a familiar men’s cologne that you couldn’t get enough of. You stared at his face for a little bit. He was lost in thought so he didn’t notice. You wanted to kiss him. Something about him made you want him. Maybe it was kindness or want to spend time with you. It wasn’t something you felt before, not even from your fiancé when you were engaged.

“Alright this is us.” He unbuckled the seat belt and yours. His hands brushed softly on the side on your thigh. It felt good, almost too good. You followed him out of the car as he took your hand in his leading you into the hotel to the elevator.

“Which floor?” He asked, as both of you were just in the elevator alone. He held you against him as he saw you were stumbling a little. His face was flustered from the alcohol and he was more smiley.

“Floor 12.” You answered, as he pressed it, pushing his head into your neck, taking in your scent. No one called or texted either of you which was surprising but you were sure everyone already suspected what was going on.

“You’re beautiful.” Noah mumbled against your skin, placing a kiss to your shoulder. It warmed your heart. The elevator doors opened as Noah took you with him by hand.

“Room 1245.” You stated as he nodded while humming a song in his head as you grabbed your room card while he waited for you.

He took the card from you sliding it before unlocking the cold dark hotel room. You could smell a fate trace of your perfume you sprayed on while you were getting ready for dinner.

Noah closed the door pressed you against it. You welcome him in your arms kissing him back. His tongue entered your mouth exploring and hungry for you. His hands roamed you once were on your waist now on your ass.

He pulled away to start sucking on your neck. The fate groan you let out was sinful to his ears. His fingers went to fabric of your dress before his mouth came to your ear asking you “can I take this off of you?”

You said yes. Wanting to feel him closer to your skin and on your skin. His fingers unzipped your mini black dress letting it pool to your feet leaving you in your panties and bra that didn’t match.

He kissing you more before setting you on the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt you fell to your knees going for his belt.

“Wait. Please I want to please you first.” He begged, almost weak in the knees to please you. He wanted you badly and of course he wanted to feel your mouth but he wanted to taste you more.

Of course you let him. He took off his shirt while he laid you down on the bed. He started at the top with your lips, kissing them a few times before moving down to your neck. He sucked lightly, not leaving a mark but he could if he really wanted to.

You moaned lightly at the feeling. He came to your bra before unhooking it gently taking it off of you. He wasted no time going straight to your rock hard nipples. His tongue ran over the harden peck, as your breathing began getting harder while the other hand would pitch and squeeze the other.

He kissed down to your panties lightly running his painted finger nails along them. The dim light you could see him as he smirked as he pulled your panties off watching your glistening cunt.

You were drenched for him. He barely even touched you and you were spilling out everywhere. He awed.

“Are you this wet for me?” He teased as his finger ran across your clit to your entrance. You squirmed at the feeling slightly but moaned in a reply.

“Y-yes. All for you.” You murmured, feeling the pat of his thumb circle your clit. He toyed with it for a little bit listening to the sounds you would make if he went fast or slow.

You looked now at his other hand. They were perfectly manicured a matte black. You were worried he would ruin them with how pretty they looked.

You felt his finger tips at your entrance but you stopped him. Make him look up at you thinking he did something wrong.

“N-noah, your nails. I don’t want ruin them..” he looked down at his hands and this back at your cunt. He smiled lightly to himself and snickered.

“They’re matte, but maybe I want a glossy shine to them.”

With that he kissed you as he slipped two long pretty fingers inside of you. You cried out at the stretch of his fingers. He did have pretty big hands. His fingers could reach places you didn’t think they could.

He got on the ground to his knees and immediately started sucking your clit, while his fingers moved in and out of you. Like he was chasing after something you.

“F-fuck. Right there. Omg.” Your head arched back as his fingers deep in you curled at the spongey stop inside of you.

Noah replaced his fingers with his tongue and started sucking you while his fingers were rubbing fast circles on your clit, making your legs close around his head. You could feel his unshaved face slightly against your cunt making you groan at the friction.

He could hear your moans getting louder as he went faster feeling you cry under him. You finally let go and released around him feeling him stop as he licked you clean, before coming back up.

He looked at his fingers under the dim light smirking to himself, while using his shirt to dry his face from your release.

After the world came back to you, got up and fall straight on your knees in front of him looking up like you wanted to return the favor. He nodded at you still catching his breath even though he knows you’re going to steal it.

You’re pretty good at sucking dick. It was your ex fiancés favorite thing about you. You didn’t have a gag reflex either so you could swallow him whole.

“You… have-e the prettiest pussy ever.” Noah said in between breaths as you worked him out his pants, unzipping them. You palm him as you watched his head tip back.

You unbuttoned his pants as he helped you pull them off, leaving him in his boxers. They were black, right, and had a huge bulge in them waiting for you.

You palm him again hearing him groan lightly. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, he was worried and a little nervous and wanted to do things right. You didn’t deserve to do this. A perverted thing for him, but at the same time his mind was finding him along with his groin.

Your finger tips dance along the top of his boxers, as his hands find your head making a loose ponytail holding it from your head. His thumb glazed your lips slightly as you took it in your mouth sucking on it, swirling your tongue.

Noah knew he was done for. Your mouth was the softest and wettest thing apart from your pussy that he’s felt in a while. He nodded at you to take them off as you silently asked him with your eyes.

You pulled them down, and he was the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. He was red and raw too, almost looking like it hurt. You gently took him in your hand feeling him twitch slightly. You lightly pumped him testing the water works.

His eyes were closed. Lip was biting so hard he could dry blood. The grip on your hair was a little tighter. He was trying to hold himself together and you haven’t even put him in your mouth yet.

“Do you want to use me?” You asked, taking your hand away from his cock. He let go of your hair looking at you a little confused.

“Use you? Why?”

“Not use me for sex silly. I mean, use my moan and control the pace maybe??” You mumbled feeling a little embarrassed like you might of killed the vibe. Although his eyes widened at what you meant.

He hasn’t done that in years. I m fact it felt wrong, but the eager look in your eyes said else wise. You wanted this as much as he did.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”

He whispered, placing a kiss to your head before pulling your hair into a ponytail again moving your head closer to his cock. His dick was huge, you felt like you were going to have trouble with it. But if you were going choke on it in the end when you’d put it in later it’d probably feel even better.

You opened your mouth to welcome him into your soft lips. He was heavy on your tongue like you thought but he was soft and tasted a little salty but good. He started with a slow shallow thrust to test your limits. He keeps going a little more till he could put more in.

The moan he let out was something out of a porn video, it sounded like it hurt even thought it was the opposite.

“F-fuck. You’re so perfect.” He thrusted little by little, as he inched closer to the back of your throat. You encouraged him to fully put himself in though he was a little hesitant, you looked back up at him as he went deeper in to your throat feeling him touch the back as his tip caught a tight space in the back of it.

You moaned around him liking the feeling of it, eyes watering, as you listening to him as well, swearing while speeding up the pace.

He was going faster, your nose was pressed into his trimmed pelvis. He smelled good, like some type of body wash that went with his cologne.

“Shit, I’m going cum. Oh-fuck.” He cried out. As he came in your throat as you swallowed it. He felt gross for doing that without asking but you loved it. You would’ve wanted it that way anyway.

He pulled out being wiping the mascara and tears off your face. He pulled his boxers back on, pulling you into his arms as you both laid in bed together.

“You’re amazing, you know. Your fiancé didn’t deserve you. You’re a fun person, very to yourself in your own little world with your own little things, it’s very beautiful.” Noah confessed. He was falling in love with you even though he just met you. He wanted to know more about you. Anything.

*time skip*👹

——

You woke up sheets still around you. It was 3am Vegas time. You’ve only been asleep for and hour and half. Noah was eating some room service he ordered (and took care of bill wise.), while he waited for you to get up. He was sitting in silence, phone on the table you didn’t know what he was eating but you know it looked good. Of course he ordered you some too.

You sat up covers still bunched around you as you took the sheet while walking outside onto the balcony. You got his attention. You were so quiet he didn’t even know you got up. He placed the food on the beside because following you outside.

You were over looking the strip. Right under you guys were the pools you were in earlier. It looked peaceful out even with all the noise.

He held you from behind as you held his arms around you. He kissed your exposed shoulder that the sheet was slipping from.

Then feeling cheeky you whispered to him.

“I’ve always wanted to have sex on a balcony, do you want to?” You smirked slightly feeling frisky at the idea. Idea of someone seeing or getting caught. But you didn’t care, with him you couldn’t care what was going on in the world, it was like your own little world with him.

Noah bought his phone out with him he set it on the outside table by you guys. “We can do that. We have the sheet to cover us too.” He smiled at idea of it. You could feel his boner pressing into your back knowing he was picturing the idea.

He reached for your clit, rubbing it lightly as you bite your lip from moaning too loud. He tested your entrance to find you were wet, but leaned down to spit directly on your hole.

You gasped loudly at the feeling. Noah smirked himself at your reaction, but he lowered his boxers and slowly pushed himself inside. You gripped the balcony so tight your knuckles turned white.

“Such a pretty view, with a pretty girl, and a tight cunt.”

He whispered into your ear, as he felt you tighten around him as he said that. He pushed more inside you till he was fully in stretching you out more than ever. It felt heavenly, he was the biggest you’ve ever had. He felt the best too.

He let you breathe a few times and steadied himself too since you were gripping him tight. He pulled out a little and pushed back in slowly to test to see how you would react. Your head fall back slightly at the feeling of him.

He knew he was good to move after that. He was so deep in you, you could feel him in your stomach, he had both hands on your hips you felt his skin slap against you slightly as he thrusted a little more shallowly, more desperate. You mistakenly let out a loud moan.

—— pool pov

“What the fuck was that?” Folio questioned as he sipped the margarita that they got from the pool bar they got before getting into the hot tub. He stole Noah’s sparkly pink hat that said “less naggin more gaggin” Davis wanted to get gag gifts for everyone.

“Mmm someone is lucky tonight probably.” Jolly mumbled before picking up his phone deciding to call Noah instead of texting him again.

—-

The phone went off right as he was going faster. He had to put his hand over your mouth to stop you from crying so loud. The sheet that was once over the both of you down was draped over the balcony shielding both of you.

Noah picked it up. Your eyes widen as you realized he was going to keep going. He looked at you with a look that looked along the lines of “be quiet”

Noah: “hey what’s up?”

Jolly: “dude where you been you’ve been gone for so long, I thought you might’ve flown back home.”

Noah: “I-i went walking on the strip, shopped a little bit…” he breathed as he picked up the pace more as you groaned into his hand. “And now I’m back at the hotel.”

Jolly: yeah we’re back at the hotel. You weren’t in your room. We’re just wondering where you are.” There was a pause between the both of them. Noah was hoping he wouldn’t ask what he was doing he felt it coming.

Jolly: “are you out of breathe?” Folio turned his head towards jolly. So did Davis, and Nicholas. Now they were all wondering what was going on.

Noah thought if something quit off the top of his head that would make sense between him and Jolly.

Noah: “yeah, my anxiety was getting bad so I decided to stop-p, by at the gym and workout a little bit.” He breathed as he felt you get closer and tighten around him. He was going fast like skin on skin slapping hoping that jolly couldn’t hear on the other line.

Jolly: “ah that makes sense.” Jolly looked up at the rooms and saw you guys without realizing it was you. So did Folio in the moment. “Someone is getting some on the balcony dude, wish you could see this.”

You groaned at the words you heard slightly panicking only to have Noah hold you against him as he went so face you saw stars and he had to hold the phone away to moan in your ear.

Noah: “gross man, give them some privacy it is Vegas after all. Let them enjoy themselves.” He laughed a little. “I’m going to-o head up to MY room, and I’ll see you guys tomorrow I’m tired.”

Noah ended the call without another word throwing it down on the table. He could feel how close you are. Jolly put his phone down with a weird look on his face.

“What?” David asked, curious as to what is going on and where Noah is.

“He’s up to something but you know how he covers up for what he’s really doing.” Jolly laughed a little before going back to the margarita that Folio got him.

“Fuck I’m so close Noah.” You cried, as he held you against him. His hand sneaked down to your clit rubbing it to get you closer, while he watched view of the fountains from the balcony. It was a beautiful sight with you.

You couldn’t hold it anymore so you released around him. He felt it, and pumped himself a few times before releasing into you. You were on birth control so it didn’t matter in the moment. He took the sheet and put it around both of you before heading back in the room with you.

He laid you down in the bed. He was still out of breath, while going to get a wet rag to clean you with.

“Thank you. For everything.” You whispered to him, making him flush at your words. “Of course baby.” He hasn’t heard anyone appreciate him in a long time. He placed a kiss to your lips. It was news to him, and was new to him. You laid back down with him giving him your phone number as well.

“I won’t be here in the morning, I have to be at the festival for my gig.” You looked at him remembering he was in a band, and he tours. Things would be complicated between the two of you.

You sigh, disappointed to not have more time, but happy with the time you spent with him. “I can give you a ticket so you can come if you’d like?” He invited you. But you knew Lily had some plans for you and the girls and it just wouldn’t work out.

“I’m sorry Noah, we have stuff planned and paid for tomorrow. But you can call me whenever you like and I would love to see you more.” You reassured him, even as disappointed as you both were you didn’t have more time together it was worth all of it.

—- *8 months later*

“You have arrived in Germany, welcome.”

The speaker announced over you as you walk to the man who flew you out here to see him.

“Welcome to Germany baby.” Noah embraced you as you walked to the car waiting for both of you.

A/N: holy fucking shit, hello. Glad you’re still with me.🧍🏻‍♀️👹 hope you enjoyed. I’m going to Vegas next month and got this idea on a whim. Don’t forget to like and repost and maybe they’ll be a part 2 🫶🏻🩶

“So you’re in a band?” You asked curious at the person who sat in front of you.

“Yes, I’m a song writer, producer, and vocalist.” He answered proudly grinning at you.

“Wow, that’s amazing. I wish my life wasn’t so boring compared to yours.” You joked slightly. It wasn’t super boring but you inherited your dad’s business which was a pain in the ass.

“What about you? What do you do?” He asked taking a sip of his whiskey, eyes watching your every move.

You swallowed slightly. Nervous to answer him, he was a lot older than you. You saw on tinder he was lonely and just wanting someone to hangout with. He looked like maybe his mid twenties? Hopefully.

“Oh yea, I inherited my dad’s business, but I hate him. He died a couple months ago from a heart attack, I think he was taking some sort of medication and then was mixing it with alcohol too and gave him himself a heart attack I guess…” you explained. He was intrigued as to why you hated him so much.

You took a sip of your drink continuing on.

“Growing up, he’d be away on business trips cheating on my mom, she ended up drinking herself to death and died when I was around 14 or 15, he gave her a funeral and stuff and moved onto to his mistress. He hired a nanny and I never really saw him much.” You shrugged.

“I’m sorry what was your name again? I’m kinda bad with them…” you asked feeling a little embarrassed.

“Noah, and it’s okay don’t worry about it.” He replied picking up on your embarrassment.

The man felt a little bad for you. Though he was curious of your age.

“How old are you, do you mind me asking? and I’m sorry that happened to you.” He reached out his hand caressing yours. He wasn’t big into physical touch but felt the need to comfort you.

“I’m 22.” You replied.

He was shocked for a minute. He was 30 pushing 31 in a couple of months, definitely an age gap, although you got most of your life together as does himself.

“Is that too young for you…” you mumbled not meeting his eyes. “I know you don’t want to do anything, you’re just lonely and looking for company, we don’t ever have to talk again after tonight if it makes you feel more comfortable. I’ll sign an NDA.” You meet his eyes to him looking at the window sipping his drink again, nearly finishing it.

“I’m 30, almost 10 years older than you. It doesn’t bother me that much though, unless it does to you.” He met your eyes searching for some form of doubt. He didn’t find any just some lonely look that he often finds in himself.

“It doesn’t. I find more comfort in it if anything. Call it daddy issues or something.” You laughed to yourself, he smiled softly at your comment.

He put some money on the table, gesturing you to follow him.

“Why don’t we go talk somewhere quiet?”

You nodded, getting up and following him. You met at a hotel bar from tinder. You were into older men but have never been with anyone your entire life. You followed him into the elevator feeling a little tipsy but good.

“Where are we going?” You asked curious.

He grinned at you slightly not answering yet, as the doors opened. He took your hand is his walking you to the suite he rented out for the both of you. He wasn’t planning on anything happening if anything he got it for himself more than you.

“To my room.” He replied, scanning the key card he had for the door opening it. It was a big dark room. Big king sized bed, balcony, coffee table with a couch, connecting bathroom with a big shower and a giant bath tub too.

“You can take a seat if you like, I’ll just be a minute.” He gestured to the couch with the coffee table. He wanted to talk to before he did anything with you. If you wanted to do nothing he’d leave you alone with this suite and take himself home.

He came back after 5 minutes, he was still wearing a black t shirt with dress pants, and a glass whiskey in his hand. He looked like a boss of some sort even though he mentioned he was a musician.

He waited for you to speak he sat across from you, one leg over the other, phone face down on the coffee table eyes on you. Almost like you were his prey. He broke the silence when he noticed you bouncing your knee slightly getting more anxious.

“Have you ever slept with anyone?” He asked, putting his leg down leaning more forward to you. He felt a little drunk himself but nothing he can’t handle.

“Yes, but it wasn’t great unfortunately… I’m not super experienced either..” your face growing red. He nodded his head sitting back tipping his head back deep in thought.

“What’s the furthest you’ve gone..” he asked staring at the ceiling. You looked at him in front of you chewing your lip slightly. Scared he’d make you leave at your answer.

“Don’t be shy, I’m not here to judge you or make you mad, and I won’t do anything with you without your consent or your willingness.” He mentioned after a few moments of silence from you.

“Ive kissed someone, and had their f-fingers in me, and had someone inside me…” you mumbled.

Noah nodded, he watched you clenched your thighs together. Looking at all his tattoos that were exposed on his skin, he looked like a god. You didn’t want him to gentle with you either, you wanted to feel what you’ve missed out on for years.

“But I don’t think I’ve ever…” you bit your lip thinking of the best way to tell him you were never satisfied.

Noah took a swig of the drink he hand in his hand, setting it down on the table in front of the both of you. He knew what you were saying and part of him felt disgusted at the fact that the guys you’ve been with can’t even satisfy you. It was his favorite part of being intimate with anyone.

“He couldn’t make you cum…is that what you are implying.”

His eyes looked dark and shallow full of desire like he wanted to challenge himself to show you how it felt to feel satisfied and cry from pleasure.

You stayed silent almost embarrassed to answer him. He sat there with your silence taking it as his answer to his own question. He leaned forward eyes now on you, making you feel small.

“Do you want me to kiss you and use my fingers on you?” He sat up looking more at you in the eyes confirming to himself it was what you wanted.

“I- if you want, you don’t have to-“ You murmured, feeling yourself turn red at his boldness, he looked more experienced than any of the guys you’ve been with.

Noah moved by your side putting his hand on your thigh. He felt you tense and then relax as his thumb stormed your thigh slightly. As he cut you off mid sentence.

“I want to. I want to make you cry with pleasure…” His hand moved up your thigh towards the inner part of it. “I want your thighs gripping my head while I suffocate myself against your cunt, till you’re begging me to stop.”

You felt like he stole the air out of your lungs. You didn’t know what to say but also plead for him to do something. You clenched your thighs again with his hand in them.

“Please.” You whined, not knowing what to ask for but wanting some form of relief.

“Please what?” Noah’s hand slightly gripped your thigh not in a bruising way but in a control way, more with leverage.

“Please sir, I need you.” You breathed, feeling his finger tips press against your clothed cunt.

His fingers could feel how wet you were through your panties, you’ve never experienced something like this before but you loved every second of it.

He normally never does anything like this either. He made a deal with himself to let it happen for one night only, and then he was never going to see you again for his own comfort. You didn’t know that though.

“You’re so wet.. is that because of me?”

He teased, as you squirmed around some more before he dipped his fingers into your panties making contact with your bare cunt.

No one has ever touched you this way it felt so foreign, felt like he knew where to touch you and where to go. Sure your last boyfriend fingered you but he’s never tried to learn anything about you or your body like Noah is in the moment. He’s taking his time to get to know your reactions and what you like.

You’ve tried to touch yourself with your own hand but could never find what you liked, you build yourself up and it gets to too much so you’d stop. Your friend got you a sex toy as a gag gift that you’ve tried too, but it did stretch you out making you overwhelmed too. Noah makes all the thoughts in your brain disappear when he touches you like this.

He leaned down placing his lips right before your ear as he started to rub your clit. The moans and whines were heavenly to him making him suck your neck slightly bringing your head back. He looked you in your aroused eyes as you stared back at his dark ones before he placed his own lips on yours.

The kiss was gentle and hungry. He started rubbing on your clit faster and harder as you moaned into his mouth. He kissed you harder putting his tongue in your mouth eager to explore your mouth as he was your cunt.

His fingers intrigued your experience starting out with one slowly as he felt you open up to him slowly but you were still so tight. You pulled away from his mouth whining at the feeling and at him too for kissing you so intensely it made you pant.

He put his finger as far as he could hooking it in you finding a spongey spot dragging another moan out of you.

“Yeah, you like that…” his mouth right by your ear. “You like when I have my finger so far in your pussy you can’t even think straight.”

He added another one picking up the pace. You opened more to him and it made the stretch better as he went faster curling both of them.

All he could think about was putting his mouth on your tight little cunt and how much louder he could make you. You’d taste sweet for him and he’d savor every drop between your legs as your legs would squish him to death. Making him stop his actions to do so.

He knelt in front of you on the couch. You were confused at first but when he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards the edge you knew where it was going.

He pulled off your skirt gently sliding it down your legs. He took your calf in his hand and kissed up to your knee doing the same with your other leg.

“Angel can I taste you? I want to show you what a real man should do to you.” His hands playing with the waistband of your panties. You bite your lip kinda nervous being vulnerable to a guy you just met.

You thought about it. His hands have already been inside you… what was truly the harm? (His fuckin tongue..)

“Yes. Please I need you.” You pleaded, taking your own hands and about the remove your own panties.

Noah wasn’t having any of that. He pushed your hands away from your panties. He placed an open mouth kiss above them making your insides tingle just from the way it felt. He hooked his fingers into your panties carefully pulling them down your legs.

He put them in his pocket which made you raise your brow, and him snicker to himself. As he parted your legs exposing you. The air made you clench around nothing and he could see it without fail, you were as tight as you looked.

He looked at you again, as confirmation before he continued, earning a small nod from him, making eye level with your cunt.

“Stop me at anytime, but please don’t.” He whispered. Before you could reply you felt it. His wet hot tongue along your folds, like something you’ve never felt before.

You gasped loudly at the sensation, earning a low groan from Noah.

“You taste so sweet.” He pulled back, to get some air before inserting his whole tongue into your hole.

His tongue was hitting places his fingers were at, but a different angle. You grabbed onto to his short hair for leverage as your thighs crushed his head. He moaned into your pussy adding a vibration only making you cry louder.

He pulled back replacing his tongue with his fingers again hearing you whine from the lost of contact from his tongue, before lightly sucking on your clit. He added the come here motion in your pussy making you tightly around him crying loudly, he thought it was the prettiest sound from you.

He knew when he was younger this was his favorite thing to do to his past relationships, not doing it to anyone in a while brought him back the satisfaction he was looking for.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck… oh- oh my god.” You cried loudly, you could feel him smiling on you, before he pulled back for air and your reaction. It was the prettiest view he’s ever seen.

“Cum for me, you’re close I feel it. Don’t fight it.” Noah talked you through it wanting you to come for him. He wanted to feel you come from him. Not from any of your past guys, him himself.

You tried running away from him slightly the feeling becoming too much for you to handle, only for him to anchor you to him and the couch.

“It’s too much…” you cried, feeling yourself lose control of your body, that you were trying to hold onto.

“No, no it’s not, take a deep breath and just release all the tension, I promise you’ll feel great.” Noah talked you through it as he added a third finger to your cunt putting his thumb on your clit.

You listen to his words feeling yourself come undone. You shook slightly under him. You could feel yourself release some form of liquid as well making you panic for a second thinking you just pissed on him.

“Fuck…” Noah worked his fingers in and out of your pussy as he watched your cunt in awh after having you squirt all over him.

He took his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You watched with your hazy eyes still trying to come back to earth. You noticed the bulge in his pants sticking out at you, wanting you to touch it and give it attention. You reached forward placing your palm over it making noah stop in his tracks, his eyes closed feeling your palm grope him slightly.

He felt huge and warm. He was leaking everywhere in his pants as well. With one hand he undid his belt, unzipping himself from his pants for you to get a better feel.

You felt him over his boxers. He felt harder and was pulsing. The touching was already becoming too much for him as he groaned slightly as your hand explored him. You were about to go under his boxers when his hand stopped you.

“I’d love to be inside of you Angel, if you’d let me?”

His words were soft and kind like his eyes. He was still filled with lust and desire but not much hunger as before. He wanted to prove to you that sex should be a certain way and not shitty like the rest of the experiences you’ve had. He wanted it to be about you not him.

Although he’s fantasied about having his cock in your throat till you’re choking and crying for him to stop. He wanted to hear more of your sweet moans, and feeling you stretch around him would be the best feeling he could have.

You brought your hands to his face feeling him melt in your hands waiting for an answer. You felt a little nervous letting someone have control of your body again but you trusted him, you wouldn’t doubt he wouldn’t take care of you. His hands met yours on the side of his face.

“Please Noah, I want you.” Is all you replied with for him to pick you up and move you to the king sized bed in the hotel.

He took his time with you. He wasn’t rough but he was firm. He wanted you to feel every touch and swallow every sound that came out of you. He pushed the rest of your dress off of you exposing you to him. He unbutton the rest of his shirt before making his way back on you.

His mouth was on yours, wet and solid but lips soft and smooth, his tongue did all the work in making you feel. He went from your mouth to your neck sucking below your ear before trailing down your neck leaving a few possessive marks.

He made his way to your breast. One hand was on your right one while his mouth was on the other. The sweet little sounds you let out for him made you feel how much he was throbbing on your thigh.

“N-noah… fuck.” You cried, as his hand made its way down to your thighs parting them to make room for him.

You felt him at your center, as he tapped himself at your hole. He watched as you clutched around nothing, teasing you, as he anticipated the feeling of your walls around him. He felt your hand pump him a few times earning a soft groan from him, it was gorgeous. He probably did have a great voice from the sounds of it.

He put some lube in his hand making it so it was easier for the both of you to enjoy without errors. You wondered if he brought that with him.

“It was complimentary.” He answered your question without needing you to ask it. He knew it was probably weird to just have it with him. Must be a freak hotel, and lots of people might do this here.

“Ready?” His tip tapped your entrance one more time coating himself with your wettest that was drooling out of your hole.

“Yes.” You breathe, feeling him push in slightly. It was a stretch but it felt so good. He filled every spot in your cunt with no room to breathe it felt so good. He stopped when he was fully in needing to take a break himself.

“You feel devine.” He moaned in your ear lying there on you for a second taking it in before he decided to take all that you had for him.

He moved slightly making you whine, as he shallowly thrusted back in you without pulling out all the way. It felt desperate and controlled all at once. It felt better than anything you’ve had with anyone like it meant something.

Noah kept going hitting a few angles in you that made you louder under him. He found your clit putting his thumb on it. You felt close already and he was just starting. He felt overwhelming again like it was building in you again, the same feeling. He wanted you to relax and release it like he told you so you did. He felt you wash over him making him stop as you did as your walls flooded him. His head was tilted back trying to hold on longer he wanted to drill into you and not be so gentleman like but he feared it would scare you.

You sensed his hesitation for a moment as he sat back in his knees contemplating.

“What is it?” You whispered, moving yourself up on your elbows. He stared at your stomach for a minute before answering your question.

“Can I take you from behind?” He asked, he didn’t want to switch the position and scared you without telling you since you were still so fragile to all of this.

“Yeah, you didn’t have to ask silly.” You smiled slightly before he turned you around.

He leaned down by you placing a kiss on your shoulder. “This is going to be a little rough, stop me if it’s too much Angel.” He warned you, as he pressed your head into the mattress before filling you to the brim in one thrust.

It caught you off guard, the same overwhelming feeling of him stretching you out again but a different angle, it felt ten times better than the last time.

Noah was going a little fast gripping your hips with his hands, as he felt his pelvis pressed against your ass every thrust. It sounded like skin on skin, it was a little rough but it felt good, better than good, cloud 9.

“You’re so tight, your pussy is perfect for me. You fit so perfectly.” He whined as he kept going, you were making him lose it slightly. You laid there mouth drooling from the pleasure he gave you.

Your legs gave you as you felt yourself being moved to prone. He pumped a few times feeling you cry and come on him again. He felt his balls tighten in response and desperately went fast before he finished on your back.

“You’re perfect.” You felt him kiss your shoulder again as you laid there and he got up to get a rag to clean you.

You finally came back to earth after he cleaned your back and body. “That was great.” You finally caught your breath laying there next to him. Noah immediately got up without saying a word putting his boxers and shirt on.

“Something wrong?” You questioned. He didn’t seem happy or bothered you just couldn’t read him.

“I’m going to leave and you’re never going to see me again.” He replied as he put his pants on adjusting the belt.

You paused. A one time thing, a one night stand with the best guy you’ve ever met and you can never see him again… what the fuck.

You sat up bunched up in the covers of the bed. You felt tears forming in your eyes as he came by your side for one last time.

“I will never forget you Angel. You’re perfect, too perfect for me, and I tend to fuck up a lot of perfect things.” Noah announced as he sat down next to you.

You swallowed not sure how to reply. He was in a band with a large fanbase from what you understood, you being with him could destroy his career.

“Okay, I understand. Thank you.” You replied feeling upset still. You knew you’d never find another person like him again to be able to do this. You knew he didn’t normally sleep with people either or do relationships, you weren’t sure why you couldn’t understand it.

He placed a kiss to your forehead, before getting up making his way to the door. He was leaving you in the suite by yourself to enjoy as he left for home to go back to the reality of his life.

“Goodbye Angel.” He smiled at you before closing the door leaving you there with yourself and your thoughts.

“Goodbye Noah.” You said to yourself accepting your reality.

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The air in here, it’s thick, cloying. Tastes like dust and un-cried tears. Or maybe that’s just me. Everything is me, all me, all this mess. Days? Weeks? Who knows. The blinds are drawn, have been forever. Or since the world ended. The real world, the one with sunlight and laughter and a laugh that wasn’t… his. Justin.

His name. It’s a bad taste in my mouth, metallic, like blood or poison. Justin. No, don’t think about him. Just… don’t. But it’s all there is, isn’t it? The dark, the cold, the hollow ache. And him. Always him. His voice, that low, rumbling condescension. “You’re being dramatic, Y/N.” “God, you’re so sensitive.” “Why can’t you just be… chill?” Chill. He wanted me chill. Easy to manipulate. Easy to push around.

The couch cushions have molded to my shape. A permanent indentation. Like I’m a slug, leaving a trail of slime and self-pity. Is that what I am? A slug? Slime trails, always following, always trying to keep up, always falling behind. Always falling short. Short of what? His expectations? My own?

i just want to be loved.. That echo. That cursed, pathetic echo. It was my mantra. My excuse. My gilded cage. “Settling,” they call it. Oh, I settled alright. I built a monument to settling. Bricks of insecurity, of fear. And at the top, a flag, flapping wildly in the wind of his dismissive words..This is all you deserve.

Noah. God, Noah. Where is he? He always said it. Didn’t he? His eyes, those honest, searching eyes. They’d narrow when Justin was around. A subtle shift in his jaw. “Y/N, are you okay? Really?” And the way he’d look at Justin, not hostile, not quite. Just… knowing. Disapproving. A silent, potent judgment that I brushed away. Always brushed away.

“He’s just… like that, Noah. He means well.” Lies. I told myself lies. I told Noah lies. I swallowed them whole, raw and indigestible. They sat in my gut, festering.

“He talks to you like you’re stupid, Y/N,” Noah had said, his voice quiet, almost an appeal. We were at our old spot, in the grass overlooking the creek. The air was crisp, the smell of damp earth and pine. That was months ago. Before the end.

“He doesn’t get my humor, that’s all. We just… communicate differently.” My voice, high and flimsy. I could practically hear him deflate. Noah, my anchor, my rock. Slowly, steadily, I pushed him away. Justin didn’t like him. Said he was too… intense. Too much in my business. And I, pathetic, malleable me, I listened. I started making excuses not to see Noah. Little ones at first. Then bigger. Our friendship, once a vibrant, sturdy rope, frayed into thin, almost invisible threads.

And now? Total silence. My phone? Probably dead. Has been for an eternity. Or a few days. The silence is comfort. The silence is suffocation. It’s just me and the shame, huddled together in the gloom.

That night…The memory is a splinter, dug deep. It keeps replaying. On a loop. My own private, grotesque movie.

I had felt… off. All day. A tightness in my chest. Justin had been particularly cruel that morning. A throwaway comment about my outfit, about my hair, about my inability to grasp a simple concept. “Are you even listening, Y/N? No, of course you’re not. You never do.” It wasn't anything new. But something in me, something small and brittle, had just… snapped. Not outwardly. Never outwardly. Just a quiet break inside. I’d gone through the day in a haze.

Then, the impulse. A rare, defiant spark. A craving for familiarity. For something normal. He usually worked late. I thought I’d surprise him. Cook his favorite dinner. Maybe… maybe if I did something nice, he’d be nice back. God, the desperation. The pathetic hope.

I remember the key in the lock. The click, so loud in the quiet hallway. His apartment. The air was different. Not the usual stale coffee and man-sweat. Something sweet. Floral. Perfume. Not mine.

The lights were dim. A low murmur. From the living room. My heart, it was a trapped bird, beating against my ribs, frantic, desperate to escape. No. Please. No.

I walked slowly. Each step a year. The floorboards creaked. I held my breath. Peeking around the corner.

And there he was. My Justin, condescending, manipulative Justin. On the couch. And a woman. Blonde hair, laughing into his shoulder. Her body straddling his. Her hands rubbing down his chest. And his arms, so casually draped around her, pulling her closer. His eyes, the ones that rarely looked at me with anything but a critical assessment, were soft. Laughing. Beaming.

He was smiling. A real smile. Not the closed off, cocky smirk he usually reserved for me. Not the polite, strained smile for his boss. A genuine, unguarded smile of warmth and amusement. For her.

My breath hitched. They didn't see me. They were too engrossed. Too happy.

The casserole dish was heavy in my hands. I remember the cheesy chicken and rice His favorite. It suddenly felt like poison.

My hands trembled. The dish slipped. It hit the floor with a sickening crash. Ceramic shards everywhere. Casserole splattered like guts.

They both spun around. His face….It went from soft amusement to pure, unadulterated shock. Then, quickly, a flash of irritation. Annoyance. Like I was the inconvenience.

“Y/N? What the hell?” His voice, rough, accusatory.

The blonde woman pulled away, startled, adjusting her blouse. A vague, embarrassed apology on her lips.

I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry, tasted like ash. I just stared at him. At them. The lie, the fear, the settling, it all shattered into a million pieces around me, just like the casserole dish. And in that moment, for the first time, I saw. I really saw. Not just the cheating, but everything. The contempt in his eyes, the way he always made me feel small. It all coalesced into one blinding, damning truth. He didn’t love me. He never did. He just tolerated me. Used me. And I let him.

I turned. I ran. Didn’t even look back. The sound of his voice, yelling my name, fading behind me. Didn’t matter. None of it mattered anymore. The entirety of my pathetic relationship crumbled.

I drove home on autopilot. Blinded by tears, by humiliation, by a pain so sharp it made my head throb. I stumbled inside, locked the door, and haven’t opened it since.

The world outside has probably kept turning. The sun has probably risen and set. People have probably lived their lives. But not me. I’m stuck. In this dark, dusty tomb of my own making.

The phone is silent. No one expects me. No one checks. Except Noah. He always checked. Before. When we were close. Inseparable. Not this broken, distant… whatever we became. I pushed him away. Because Justin. And now I’m alone. Just like I always feared. And yet, this is worse. Because I chose this. I let him chip away at me, at my friendships, at my self-worth until there was nothing left.

A sudden, insistent pounding at my door shakes me from my thoughts. Not a dream. It’s real. My heart leaps. It’s too loud. Too much. I flinch back into the couch cushions, pulling my knees to my chest. They’ll just go away. They always do.

More pounding. Louder this time. And a voice. Distant, muffled, but familiar. “Y/N, are you in there? It’s Noah!”

Noah. My stomach clenches. Shame. Hot, thick shame washes over me. He’s here. He knows. No, he doesn’t know. He wouldn’t. But he’s here. After all this time. After I pushed him into the periphery, into the shadow of Justin’s disdain.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there! Open the door, please!” His voice is worried now. Urgent. Not angry. Just… concerned. That Noah concern. Always there. Always for me. Even when I didn’t deserve it.

I scramble back, deeper, further into the couch. Pathetic. Small. The thought of him seeing me like this… unshowered, unkempt, a crumpled mess of a human being. The blinds drawn. The silence. It’s a confession. A silent scream of breakdown.

He’s still knocking. A rhythmic, persistent thud. “Y/N, I’m not leaving! I’m worried. Tell me you’re okay, just… something! Anything!”

The words are a sledgehammer to my carefully constructed wall of numbness. Worried. He’s worried. Not annoyed. Not judging. Just worried. Why? Why would he still care after I essentially abandoned him for… for someone who broke me?

A whimper escapes my throat. Or maybe it’s a sob. I can’t tell. My chest feels like it’s being crushed. All the unspoken words, all the tears I held back, all the humiliation and fear and pain, they’re all surging.

“Y/N, if you don’t open this door, im busting it down! I mean it!” His voice, a little rougher now, a hint of desperation.

The threat, the genuine concern, it finally pierces the fog. My brain, sluggish for days, flickers. Noah is the only one who could see this. The only one who ever truly saw me.

My legs are wobbly. I push myself up. My body protests, every muscle aching from disuse and tension. I shuffle towards the door, a zombie in my own home. My hand shakes as I reach for the lock. The click feels momentous. A decision. A surrender.

I pull the door open a crack. Just a sliver. Enough to see his face.

Noah. He’s standing there. His hair a little messy, a faded t-shirt, jeans. He looks..tired. But his eyes. Those same honest eyes. They’re wide with relief, then concern, then something else. Sadness. Understanding.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice a whisper. He pushes the door open gently, just enough to step inside. The sliver of daylight from the open door is blinding. It illuminates the dust motes dancing in the air, the disarray of my living room, the utter misery of my existence.

He takes one look at me. At my tear-streaked face, my swollen eyes, my dirty clothes, my hair a tangled mess. He looks at the drawn blinds, the silent phone, my pathetic state. His gaze softens. He doesn’t say, “I told you so.” He doesn’t say, “What were you thinking?” He doesn’t even ask what happened.

He just opens his arms.

And I collapse. The dam breaks. The ocean of grief and shame and pure, pain crashes over me. I fall into him, my face buried in his chest. His arms come around me, strong and familiar. He holds me tight, a warmth I haven't felt in so long. A safe warmth. He doesn't say anything, just rubs my back, a steady, comforting rhythm.

The sobs tear out of me, ragged, ugly, years of suppressed hurt spilling out. All the times Justin belittled me, all the times I swallowed my pride, all the fear of being alone, the desperation to be loved, the final shattering image of him with her. It all comes out in a torrent.

“I… I saw him, Noah,” I choke out, my voice thick with tears. “He… he was… with someone else.” The words are barely audible.

His grip tightens, his voice raw with empathy. “I’m sorry baby..” He doesn’t pretend it’s okay. He just holds me. Lets me fall apart. The way he always did. The way he probably knew I would, eventually.

I cling to his shirt, soaking it with my tears. The scent of him, faint laundry detergent, a hint of his familiar cologne is an anchor. It’s been so long since I felt this. Understood. Accepted.

“I… I let him, Noah,” I whisper, the shame a burning coal in my chest. “I let him treat me like shit. I was so scared I wouldn’t… wouldn’t find anyone else. I’m so stupid.”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to tilt my chin up. His eyes are red rimmed, mirroring my despair. But there’s a fierce tenderness in them. “You are not stupid, Y/N. He is. He’s the biggest fucking idiot. And you are one of the strongest, kindest people I know.” His thumb brushes a tear from my cheek. “And you were never alone. I was always here.”

The weight of his words, of his unwavering belief, is almost as overwhelming as the pain. He was right. He was always right. And I… dismissed him.

“I’m so sorry, Noah,” I sob, fresh tears springing forth. “I’m so sorry I pushed you away. I’m so sorry I picked him over you. I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head, a faint, sad smile gracing his lips. “Don’t apologize for surviving. Don’t apologize for making a mistake. You needed to go through this. I just… I wish you hadn’t had to go through it alone.” His gaze sweeps around the dark room again.

He lead my down the hall to the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the tub as he got a bath ready for me.

The warmth of the water seeped into my skin, soothing the ache that had settled in my bones. Noah's gentle hands moved through my hair, untangling the knots and massaging my scalp. His touch felt like home, a comfort I had long forgotten in fucked up my life.

I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely as I felt the weight of my mistakes wash away. Guilt gnawed at me, twisting my insides into knots. I had hurt Noah, the one person who had always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. I had pushed him away, chasing after the illusion of love with Justin, the manipulative, cheating piece of shit who had left me shattered and broken.

Noah had warned me about him, but I had been blinded by my own insecurities, desperate for someone to fill the void in my heart. I had foolishly believed that Justin's empty promises and false declarations of love were enough to make me feel whole. But in the end, I had been left alone, feeling more empty and lost than ever before.

As Noah continued to wash my hair, I felt the weight of his gaze on me. I knew he was trying to be strong, to hide the pain I had caused him. But I could see it in his eyes, the hurt and disappointment that I had brought upon him. I couldn't blame him for feeling that way; I had hurt the one person who had always been there for me, who had always loved me unconditionally.

When the bath was finished, he helped me out and wrapped me in a soft towel. He led me to my room, his touch gentle and caring, as if he was afraid to break me. He dressed me in an old shirt of his, one that I had stolen years ago when we were still so close. The familiarity of him enveloped me, filling me with a sense of comfort and safety that I had been missing for so long.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me. What I had done to him, chasing after a man who had never truly cared for me. I had hurt the one person who had always been there for me, I had been selfish and foolish, and I knew that I needed to make things right.

Noah knelt in front of me, his eyes filled with concern. He reached out and took my hands in his, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. I felt the tears streaming down my face as I looked into his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Noah. I never meant to hurt you. I just... I was scared of being alone."

Noah nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "I know, and I get it. You don't have to be scared anymore, though. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

I couldn't help but sob into his chest as he held me close, dragging us up the bed to rest against the pillows. His arms wrapped tightly around me. His warmth filled me with a comfort that I hadn't felt in so long.

In that moment, as I felt the steady beat of Noah's heart against my cheek, I knew that I had found my way back home.

1 month later…

The soft glow of the bedside clock cast a dim light across the room, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My eyelids fluttered open, and I squinted at the numbers blinking back at me—3:00 AM. The world outside was quiet, wrapped in the kind of stillness that only exists in the dead of night. I exhaled slowly, my breath steady, my body warm and relaxed.

Noah was pressed against my back, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. His arm was draped over my waist, large hand resting lightly against my stomach. The heat of his body seeped into mine, and I melted into him, my muscles loosening as I let myself sink into the safety of his embrace, the weight of the worries, the stress, the endless thoughts felt lighter, as if his presence alone could lift them from my shoulders.

I traced my fingers over the back of his hand, feeling the rough texture of his skin, the faint ridges of his tattoos beneath my fingertips. His ink was a map of stories, each one a piece of him, and I loved the way they felt against me. There was something so intimate about this moment, something so quiet and real. It wasn’t about words or grand gestures. It was just us, tangled together in the dark, our bodies speaking in a language that needed no translation. After that day he never really left. Other than going home to get more clothes, he was right back with me. In my bed every night.

Noah stirred behind me, his breath hitching slightly as my fingers continued their slow exploration. His hand flexed beneath mine, and then he slid it upward, his palm gliding over my skin with a tenderness that made my stomach flutter. His touch was warm, possessive, and my breath caught as his fingers brushed the underside of my breast, his thumb grazing lightly over my nipple.

A soft sound escaped my lips, and before I could even think, I was turning toward him, my body moving on instinct. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with sleep and something else..something deeper. I didn’t hesitate. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him slowly, deeply, as if my body knew exactly what it wanted before my mind could catch up. He groaned into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair as he kissed me back with a hunger that made my pulse spike. His tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, and I melted into him, my hands gripping his shirt as I pressed myself closer. He was hard against my thigh, the thick length of his cock straining against his boxers, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips slightly, needing the friction, the pressure.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with sleep and desire. “You sure?”

I whimpered nodding quickly, as his hand slid down my body, his fingers slipping into my panties. I was already wet, my pussy aching for him, and when he found my clit, circling it with a slow, deliberate touch, my back arched.

“Noah,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his skin.

“Shh,” he murmured, rolling me into my back. His lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone. “Let me take care of you.” He ran his lips over my nipple before gently bitting it. “You’re so beautiful.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I whined helplessly, my body already trembling beneath his touch. He knew exactly how to play me, how to make me fall apart with just his fingers, his mouth, his voice. And right now, I wanted nothing more than to let him.

He hovered over me, his tattoos a dark contrast against his skin in the dim light. His eyes were locked on mine, intense and full of heat, and when he spoke again, his voice was low, commanding.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

I did as he asked, my thighs falling open as he settled between them, his hands sliding up my inner thighs, pushing them wider. The cool air hit me, I shivered, my breath coming faster as I waited, as I anticipated.

He didn’t make me wait long. His mouth was on me in the next instant, his tongue dragging through my folds with a slow, deliberate stroke that had my hips jerking off the bed. He groaned against me, the vibration of it making my clit throb, and then his lips were wrapping around it, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves with a precision that had me seeing stars.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, my hands flying to his hair, gripping the strands as he worked me over. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open, keeping me spread for him as he devoured me like a man starved. The sounds he made low, hungry growls sent heat flooding through my veins, and I could feel myself getting wetter, my body responding to him in a way that was almost embarrassing.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against me, his breath hot as he pulled back just enough to speak. “Fucking perfect.”

I whimpered, my hips lifting, silently begging for more, and he chuckled darkly before diving back in, his tongue spearing into me, fucking me with it as his thumb found my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles that had my vision blurring.

“Noah, please,” I gasped, my body tightening, coiling, so close to the edge already. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to flip me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air, my face pressed into the mattress. The position was vulnerable, and I loved it. I loved the way he manhandled me, the way he took control, the way he made me feel like his.

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he lined himself up behind me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, thick and demanding, and I pushed back against him, needing him inside me.

“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, his voice rough, approving. And then he was pushing into me, his cock stretching me, filling me in one long, smooth stroke that had me crying out, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips flush against my ass as he bottomed out inside me. “You feel so fucking good baby. So tight, so wet. Like you were made for me.”

His words sent a thrill through me, and I pushed back against him again, needing more, needing him to move. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before slamming back into me, his hips snapping against mine with a force that had me gasping.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts, my pussy clenching around him as he fucked me hard and deep, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside me that had pleasure spiraling through my veins.

“s’it feel good, baby?” he growled, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pulled me back onto him, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a relentless rhythm. “You like how I fuck this sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling, my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips. “God, Noah, I—”

“Cum for me,” he groaned, his voice rough, demanding. And just like that, I was falling, my body shattering as pleasure crashed over me, clenching around him as I cried out, my voice muffled by the mattress.

He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his grip on my hips bruising as he chased his own release. And then he was cumming, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled himself deep, his body shuddering as he rode it out.

He collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. He pulled me against him, his arms wrapping around me as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering against my skin.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. “I’ve always loved you.”

I turned my head, pressing a kiss to his lips, my heart so full it felt like it might burst. “I love you too,” I whispered back, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his arms, memorizing the feel of him, the warmth of him, the way he held me like I was something precious.