💿 Emmy 💿

you’d never been a great flier. so much so that you avoided it as much as possible. which wasn’t so hard in the uk where everything was more or less accessible by train, car, or even bus. but spain wasn’t exactly reachable on wheels, and so you found yourself strapped into your seat, your boyfriend across from you on a small private plane he’d sworn would change your mind about flying.

sitting here now, though, you weren’t convinced. the plane was small. aside from you and noel, there were two pilots and two stewardesses who’d all stood and greeted you both as you stepped on board. the flight would only be a couple hours. you tried easing your nerves, imagining you and noel sunbathing by the sea in just a few hours from now. but as you looked outside to the dreary english sky, you felt nothing but anxiety. noel noticed, nudging your foot with his.

“s’gonna be okay,” he chuckled. “we’ll be there before y’know it,” 

you gave him a tight-lipped smile, your foot tapping restlessly, eyes trained outside the window. 

noel felt his heart tug at your distress. he knew you were afraid of flying, but this was the first time he’d seen it. this would be your first trip together outside the country– noel had a house in ibiza that seemed too good to pass up on. with sun on your mind, privacy with noel, good food and drink, you agreed so quickly, you almost forgot about the flight. now, though, you were facing the music. 

noel chatted idly with the flight crew, talking of the heat wave you’d be enjoying in spain, the local cuisine, and even talking about writing new music. meanwhile, cold sweat gathered at the small of your back as the plane began moving. even listening to noel in his nerdy musical element wasn’t enough to comfort you. 

the plane taxied down the tarmac, lining up for takeoff. your face was ashen, hands shaking in your lap. seeing this, noel nudged your foot again, giving you a reassuring nod. you tried to return it, teeth chattering. he frowned, reaching for your hands.

“baby, we don’t have–”

“no!” you squeaked, wincing at your volume. “i need to do this. god help me i will get to ibiza or i will die trying,”

noel laughed at your dramatics, releasing some of the tension in your body. at least you were still funny on the brink of impending death, you thought.

the engines roared as the jet sped down the runway. your eyes squeezed shut as you took deep breaths, your hands clutching the armrests. 

noel kept his eyes on you, ready to do whatever it took to calm you. as the plane lifted off the ground, you whimpered, eyes darting out the window before squeezing shut again. a surge of love spread through noel. that you would face your fears to be with him, to experience life with him was almost too much for him to process. 

your chest heaved with your breathing, a soft bounce in your breasts that noel was momentarily hypnotized by. he couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face as the plane climbed and you relaxed just barely. your hands flexed, your eyes fluttering open as your brain seemed to realize you weren’t going to die.

a shaky laugh left your throat as you looked across at noel, finding him watching you with a fond smile.

“god, was that embarrassing?” you asked, biting your lip.

noel shook his head, still smiling.

“nah, you took it like a champ. couldn’t even tell you were scared,” he teased, laughing when you kicked his foot. 

“might need to pay for the seats to be reupholstered seeing as you’ve left some claw marks,” he nodded down to your armrests, the indentations left by your grip.

“fucking hell,” you groaned, tilting your head back with a laugh. noel let himself admire the columns of your throat, the dainty necklace that hung around your neck, your breasts jiggling with your laughter. his cock twitched in his pants. 

just then, the stewardesses came through the cabin, drinks and snacks in hand, which you and noel accepted happily. 

“think we’ll be set the rest of the flight so youse two don’t need to wait on us anymore,” noel offered casually, waving off the protestations of the crew and insisting they just relax and leave you and noel to yourselves in the cabin.

you settle a little more into your seat, stretching your legs onto noel’s lap and taking a deep breath while your eyes ease shut. 

noel smiles, his hands massaging your calves absentmindedly. you hummed contentedly, one hand resting on your chest, the other running through your hair. completely unaware of noel;s growing problem, you let out a sigh, “feels so good,”

blood rushed to noel’s cock, throbbing just slightly as he continued his movements, watching the way your body responded to him. 

“whaddya wanna do tonight?” your voice is innocent and sweet. 

fuck, tonight. noel can only think of you right now. 

“erm,” he’s mildly distracted by the way you re-adjust your necklace to settle perfectly above your cleavage, “dunno, maybe dinner and drinks? dessert if you fancy it,” 

“please i’ve never turned down sweets in my life,” you say, opening your eyes to meet his. 

just then, the plane bobbles a bit. your breath catches in your throat as you look outside with worried eyes. 

“s’okay, love,” he says softly. 

the plane rattles again, a small whimper leaving your throat. the intercom chimes. 

“sorry folks, gonna have a bit of turbulence for the next few minutes here. nothing to worry about, should be very mild,” 

your eyes fill with panic, “why s’there turbulence? is it gonna be bad?”

noel can’t help but chuckle a bit. “no, love it’ll just be like this. nothing worse. probably just getting through the clouds,”

you nod, taking some deep breaths. an idea strikes noel. he unbuckles his belt, coming to squeeze into the seat next to you. he presses soft, tickling kisses to your neck, frowning when he feels how tense you are. 

“noel—“ your breath is shaky. “w-what are you doing?”

“jus’ making you feel better,” he says, breath fanning your neck, smiling when he feels a sliver of tension leave your body. 

you huff a laugh, gripping the armrest as the plane jolts again. 

“don’t think this is recommended,” you grit out, biting back a moan that’s both fear and pleasure. 

noel gets on his knees before you, your eyes widen so comically that he can’t suppress his laugh. 

“c’mon you said you never turn down sweets,” he grins, hands resting on your thighs, kneading just barely. 

“plus,” he says, pressing a kiss to your knee, “by the time we’re done, the turbulence will be over. perfect distraction,” 

a breathless scoff leaves your throat as you look down at him. his eyes are big and blue and staring up at you. 

you nod slowly, biting your lip in a mixture of shame and desire. 

noel’s smirk deepens as he pulls down your sweatpants, and pushes up your knees, exposing the wet spot between your legs. 

“but noel what if the stewards—“ 

he tuts, his eyes heavy lidded and on your pussy. “told ‘em to leave us alone, member?”

you narrow your eyes, “did you plan this?”

“no! swear i didn’t,” noel laughs at your leveling gaze. “just happened to work out,”

you roll your eyes, nod your head for him to continue, “carry on then,”

noel laughs, “bossy thing aren’t you?” he says, pulling your panties to the side to expose your glistening core. noel sees your pussy clench around nothing, swearing at the sight.

“only when i’m needy,” you breathe, head falling back as noel brings one finger to play with your clit. 

the rough pad of his finger rubbing slow circles teases you perfectly. a low whine leaves your mouth, quickly smothered by one of your hands as your eyes widen and look toward the cabin doors.

noel laughs before lowering his mouth to your core, his tongue flicking over your clit, replacing his finger. 

your other hand flies to fist noel’s hair, the other still muffling your moans as noel wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks, his finger now fucking your pussy in tandem.

the plane rocks then, your grip on his head tightening as noel’s eyes flutter shut, reveling in the pain. his head moves back and forth between your legs, smearing your slick to your inner thighs. the sounds are obscene. your eyes flick to the cabin doors, relieved to see them still shut. 

noel moans against you then, savoring your taste. your hands grip his shoulders and pull him up. 

“can you just fuck me now, please?” you say, bringing your lips to his and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

noel nods, breathless laughter escaping his throat as he grabs a blanket from the amenity kit and opens it up before settling into a seat and pulling down his pants, his cock slapping against his lower belly.

“c’mon baby, ride me,” he beckons, sitting back in his seat. he throws the blanket over top of you as you come to settle on his lap, positioning his cock at your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down on him.

noel hisses, his arms wrapping around your waist as your head falls into the crook of his neck.

the plane shudders slightly as noel holds your hips up to fuck up into you.

you moan, digging your fingers into the back of noel’s neck. 

“feels good, huh, baby?” his voice is low in your ear.

you nod breathlessly, soaking in the way his thick cock stretches your walls. 

the plane banks, causing you to whimper and claw into noel’s shoulders as he continues fucking into you.

“jus’ relax, baby. focus on me, okay?” 

you nod, shuddering as his pace grows frantic.

“yer so fuckin’ beautiful and brave. that’s my good fuckin’ girl, yeah? my best girl,” his voice is slurred and muffled against your neck as he presses sloppy kisses there.

“and squeezin’ me so tight,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside you when you clench around him. 

“want you to come for me, okay?” 

you nod, whining into his hair, letting your eyes roll back as pleasure seems to erupt from your core throughout the rest of your body. you’re completely limp against noel as he fucks up into you for a few more frenzied thrusts, finishing with a bite to your neck as he cums. 

you’re still catching your breath on top of him when the intercom chimes overhead. 

“alright, we’re out of that bumpy air now. feel free to move about the cabin until we descend,”

you huff a laugh against noel, your hands combing through the damp hair at the back of his neck.

he pulls back to look at you– all fucked out with your lips swollen and red. 

“can never go back to flying commercial now,” he jokes, smiling when you laugh on top of him, your cunt squeezing his half-hard cock still inside you.

he winces, letting out a breathless moan at the feeling.