daylightlvrs

[daylightlvrs]

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[daylightlvrs]

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where did everyone go i haven’t been on here in over a month and everyone is gone 💔 tbh i kinda left the BO fandom cause i was tired of all the fighting all the time lol i still love the boys just don’t wanna mess with the drama! someone update me pls 🫶🏻

[daylightlvrs]

Heaven and Back ~ Noah Sebastian

Warnings: smut, mentions of drugs, smoking, mentions of being high, reader and noah both get high, reader feeling slightly embarrassed, (Noah reassuring them), slight insecurity, oral (female receiving), crying, swearing, noah getting off to reader’s pleasure, Noah makes reader pass out, my grammar, friends to lovers.

Parings: Best friend Noah x Reader! (I LOVE BEST FRIEND NOAH SMUT TAG ME IN ALL THEM.) 🫶🏻

Picture of Noah is by @fearoffeelng 💜

A/N: heyyyyy👋🏻 this idea came up a long time ago. I was talking to LP about it and we both love Chase Atlantic so might as well make some Oneshots. This has been in my drafts forever and was unfinished, I have a lot of time on my hands rn so I figured I’d write or put something out… so here this is. For all my Chase Atlantic and Bad Omen friends. Or even just bad omens friends because this song is so good. Be sure to listen to it either before or after or even while reading this🫶🏻💜

💜MDNI, NSFW💜

“She’s high, she lives in sky, tonight she’s satisfied, rolling back her eyes, but then she starts to cry, everything is turning to black all in one night, she just went to heaven and back.”

You took a few more drags of the joint you rolled yourself. The night was cold and the smoke filled your lungs. You fell in love with the feeling of being high.

Life took its toll on you and hurt you in many ways. You didn’t want to turn to drugs and most of the drugs you tried didn’t even help with pain. Smoking was the only drug you liked. It took away your pain and made you feel good.

Your ex bestfriend’s past boyfriend was your best friend. Noah was a great best friend to you he’d do anything for you and with you. He’d help you get high just so you could get off and function. He’d roll your weed for you even though he didn’t smoke himself. Sometimes he takes a few drags from it himself.

You were high as hell. You called him earlier telling him to come over and hang out. The only issue was you knew you’d say some things to him you didn’t want to say.

The last few nights he’s been over after you were high and told him all about how your ex boyfriend hurt you by fuckin some other women.

He of course wasn’t phrased, and was supportive of you and your feelings towards him. He’d comfort you in pain, and when you cry after reminiscing all the good times you had with him that are now ruined.

He was always gone, Noah was around with you and acted like your boyfriend more than your ex did. Your ex would always send you some cash and told you he’d be working late, only to be out with another woman right under your nose.

It was sick. Disgusting. You thought you’d get married and be happy, but you were so wrong.

A knock on your door dragged you out of your thoughts, remembering you asked Noah to come over to help ease your pain.

“Y/n…” He smiled, seeing your appearance. He was always so happy to see you. He made his way inside, the smell of weed was still lingering around.

You sprayed some air freshener to make it smell a little better.

“Noah..” you sighed, walking around your apartment a little bit trying to collect your thoughts and ease your clouded mind.

“Another rough day?” He asked, taking his jacket off with his shoes, before sitting on your couch watching you pace around.

“Everyday is a rough day.” You replied, pouring yourself some water from your water purifier in your fridge, taking a sip of it. Noah watched your tired eyes, you’ve been crying.

“Come here.” He commanded, opening his arms for you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Noah to lay or cuddle with each other. Some nights you’d fall asleep together like this, but decided to never talk about it.

You made your way to him, with your pj shorts that raised up on your hips showing off your bare thighs to Noah.

Noah loved the way you looked you were everything he wanted. His hoodie, your shirt pj shorts that raised up on your hips giving him a display of your ass, and your hair messy tied up in a bun. You looked perfect to him.

You laid yourself into his arms. It wasn’t common for you and Noah to cuddle and talk about this best friends normally wouldn’t talk about. Sex and what it felt like and how it was, was a pretty hot topic between the two of you.

You’d tell Noah, your ex has been getting you off and he’s been very good at it, when it fact it’s all a lie. He can’t even find your clit let alone reach your G spot for fucks sake. Most nights your hand was a go too, but you never told Noah that.

You heard him talking one time how he made a girl orgasm so hard she went to heaven and back according to him. Made you laugh but inside you were jealous, you wanted to know what that was like. Your ex always refused to go down on you.

“What’s it like giving head to a woman?” You asked out of the blue, making Noah pause the show that was playing in the background.

“What…” he asked, a little thrown off by your words. Not surprised though but didn’t think you’d bring something like this up.

“What’s it like giving head to a woman? How does it feel for a man?” You sat up looking directly at him. His eyes widen at your question, but he smirked slightly remembering how good he is at it.

“It’s amazing. I get off to a woman’s pleasure myself. The moans, the cries, the squirming around. All because of me, is enough to get me off.” He chuckled lightly, smiling back at you.

“Why?” He cocked his head wondering what made you ask such a question like that to him. “Didn’t your ex get off to your pleasure?” Noah asked, rubbing your arm slightly as he saw a change in your face at his words.

“No…he never did…” you nervously reply. “He never wanted go down on me, said it was too much work for him, and I’d probably taste bad..” you slightly felt your eyes water at your own words.

“What?..” Noah was taken aback at what you just told him. “He’s not a fucking man then. Fuck him.” He leaned you into his chest to comfort you. He knew you were teary eyed and this whole break up has fucked you up.

You pulled out of his chest, and played with your fingers slightly in silence while Noah watched you. That thought’s of him between your legs started to invade your brain.

You’re straddling Noah now right on his lap and he swore he could’ve felt you clench your legs around him slightly.

“How would his tongue feel?”

“Would he actually get off to it?”

“What if he doesn’t like the way I look?”

“What if I don’t taste right?”

All these thoughts put your head in a whirlpool making your head hurt slightly. Making you breathe heavier around him.

“Hey, are you okay?” Noah cradled you into his chest noticing your breathing was uneven and you looked like you could cry.

The smell of him, the way his hands felt on you. You never knew what you needed was right in front of you. Noah himself was having problems trying to find the right person for him, and you were struggling trying to find someone who felt at home with you. It’s literally been Noah all along.

“Yea I’m fine, just flashbacks is all..” you mumble. Noah and his tongue were on your mind. You having sex with your best friend was on your mind.

“Why don’t we watch our show and smoke a little to get him off your mind.” Noah suggests to help ease your mind. He’s not wrong smoking normally calms you.

He’d smoke with you but it normally does the opposite for him. “I’ll smoke with you too. But just this one time.” His hand caresses your shoulder in a comforting way but all you could think about was his hands in other places.

“Okay.” You responded, getting up to get your supplies. Noah walked out to your balcony that had two small chairs and a small table on it waiting for you.

You came back with your supplies that already had some per rolls just for both of you. You knew Noah won’t smoke a whole joint with you but figured he’d take a few hits of it.

I got some different flavors too. You pulled out one that was cherry flavored, and another that was a lemon peach.

“Cherry sounds better.” He replied, tying back his shoulder length hair. You nodded at his response grabbing your ash tray while getting your lighter.

You take the joint to your lips lighting in while inhaling lightly. The smell of weed and cherry fill your lungs. It’s the perfect scent. Not too much cherry that’s overpowering but enough to taste good.

You passed it to Noah next who was watching how your lips were wrapping around the joint giving him so not so appropriate ideas. He’s always had a thing for you but was too afraid to ruin the friendship both of you had, unless you wanted to.

He inhaled a little before lighting it again. The smoke came out his lips that was in his lungs, he coughed a little from not smoking for a while. He didn’t like to smoke, always worried it would ruin his voice as well while making him paranoid.

With you though he’d smoke and drink with you if you asked him too. He understood how lonely you were and how you wanted him close to you. Noah always had a soft spot for you. He could never be annoyed or upset with you.

After 15 minutes of sitting out on the balcony your joint was too small to take anymore hits out of, and your brain was floating. You were high but not high enough to not know what the fuck was going on.

Noah was high but not as high as you. He felt a slightly buzz and relaxation in himself. He didn’t feel jittery or paranoid either, he never would with you anyway.

“Should we go back inside?” He suggested, noticing you were shivering slightly. The sun was gone and the moon was out. The sky’s warmth wasn’t there anymore. It wasn’t cold enough to not stay out but he was right, it was chilly for you with your shorts and oversized t shirt on.

“Yea.” You replied, packing up your supplies. You were satisfied with how high you were. You didn’t feel sick or paranoid either. Your feelings felt better and more relaxed, not really thinking about your ex but more thinking about Noah still.

Noah made himself comfortable on the couch waiting for you to join him to watch your favorite show with him. You guys never really watched it watched it but it was still there for both of you to watch.

You cuddled into him making yourself comfortable on him. Noah took your leg pulling you ontop of him. It wasn’t uncommon to be cuddling your best friend, atleast for both of you.

Noah played with the loose strands of your hair, admiring how pretty you are to him. He would make his if it was up to him. He didn’t want to rush you into another relationship though.

His fingers played with the end of your shorts while he was watching the show. The small act made you feel a certain way. It wasn’t even sexual but everything about him made you feel a certain way around him.

Maybe you just needed to get off. Maybe you just needed your friends help. He could feel your squirming slightly ontop of him, bringing his attention to you.

“You okay Angel?”

The pet name. The pet name he gave you a long time ago. You don’t think much of it then but God the way it sounded when he’d talk to you drove you mad.

“Just a little restless.” You replied, trying to get more comfortable on him.

“We just smoked, I thought you were more than relaxed..” he smirked slightly.

You shrugged. You didn’t want to tell him his tongue was on your mind. How you wanted him to make you cum 100x over and over. How you wanted to feel wanted or needed.

Noah felt you clenched your legs around his thigh. He didn’t show anything of it but he felt how much you wanted him in that moment.

“I feel a little more relaxed in your arms.” You giggle, snuggling into him more. Noah cradled you in his arms playing with your hair as you listening the sound of his heart in his chest.

It was peaceful, you felt peaceful with him. You looked up at him looking at his handsome face, that had a little bit of stubble on it, his hair was freshly cut and he looked good overall. You couldn’t help but feel your legs squeeze together around his.

Noah kept ignoring though. He felt the effect you had on him tho in his pants, growing yearning for your touch. He wanted nothing more than to let it out and be buried in you to the hilt. But he would never act on those actions without your say so.

“So how long does it take you to make a girl cum with your mouth…” you asked nonchalantly, thinking nothing of the question but over all you were curious, wanting to be one of those girls who fell apart under him.

Noah was taken aback by your question not expecting you to ask something like that, but then again you were both best friends and he would tell you about it sometimes when you both were explaining about your one night stands that you both had before you decided to settle down.

“Umm not long… why?” He could feel his heart race slightly, not expecting the question. You both talk about sex normally anyway but this time felt a little different like you were yearning for him without tell him. You were more touchy with him than normal and closer to him, like you wanted to pounce on him.

Noah felt your fingertips along his hands as he desperately tried to focus on the tv right in front of him. He knew what you were going to ask, and he absolutely would give it to you if you wanted it.

You sit up grabbing his attention. You fiddled with your hands slightly feeling nervous. The worse he can say is no and you move on. He was driving you crazy though and he wasn’t even doing anything your thoughts about him were driving you crazy.

“Umm..” your eyes trained the floor. Noah still waiting for your question, not pushing you to tell him anything.

“Do you think.. maybe, you can try on me? Just as friends so I know what’s it like… you absolutely don’t have to though. I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfort-“ Noah cut off your words right there before you could finish them.

“Is that what you want? You want me to go down on you?” He answered your question with another question. He wanted your consent to know if you wanted this or not. He didn’t want to think he was just hearing this.

“Please..” you shyly ask, feeling your cheeks heat up. Your best-friend has never seen you naked or even up in personal before so it would definitely be a new experience for the both of you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me. I’ve always wanted to do this to you.” Noah stood up before you his long frame now in front of you.

“Sooo… how are we doing this…” you replied, still feeling shy about the whole situation. Maybe this was a bad idea to ask him to do.

“Lay on the couch and just relax. I got it from here.” Noah explained. Taking his hoodie off now in his t shirt and pants.

He leaned down kissing your lips softly. “Take your shorts off.” He breathed while he sat back in his knees in front of you waiting for you to do what he asked.

You slipped your shorts off keeping your legs closed feeling a little shy still around him. Noah’s hand caressed your knee.

“Don’t get shy on me. It’s just me Angel, I promise you’ll ask me to do this all the time when I’m done. We absolutely don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He stated, making you feel a little better.

You opened your legs slightly to him feeling his hands touch your thighs before soft gripping your inner thighs.

Noah started kissing up your leg to try and calm your nerves before he drove right into your warmth between your legs.

He reached the top of your thigh and his fingers rubbed over your clothed cunt to test the water works. You felt embarrassed slightly.

One, you didn’t shave (obviously wasn’t planning this.)

Two, you had a big wet patch on the front of your panties showing him just how much you wanted him and he had an effect on you.

He smirked to himself noticing the wet patch on you, as he worked your clit over your panties taken in the soft groans and gasps you let out because of him.

His fingers climbed up to your waist band of your panties looking up to you for confirmation he could take them off.

You felt your face heat up again. “Noah… I’m sorry.. I didn’t-“ you were about to tell him you’re sorry you didn’t shave right away and weren’t planning on any of this with him. To which he replied.

“I don’t care how you look y/n, I’m here to please you not to judge. I promise you’re just fine Angel.” Noah smoothed you rubbing his thumb on your naval a bit.

“Are you sure?” You asked again, still slightly embarrassed. Noah kissed your lips smoothing your worried mind again.

“Let me take the wheel and just lay back.” He whispered, growing a little impatient with your worries about being well groomed for him, when he could give less of a fuck about it.

This is your best friend. Your best friend is going to give you head.

He’s going to see you bare.

Fuck.

You swallowed, before nodding your head. “Okay, I’m ready.” Noah kissed your naval above your panties before taking them off remaining eye contact with you.

He opened your legs slightly, as you choose to look at the window feeling the embarrassment come to creep up on you again.

Noah dove right in without a word licking a long stripe on your core. His lips closed in around your clit beginning to suck. It was something you never felt before with anyone you’ve been with.

You were high still but still function-able to know what’s going on around you. You let out a loud moan from his actions of him sucking on you, which you could feel him groan as well on you.

“Fuck.. Noah.” Noah took your thighs bringing them over his shoulders moving his face closer into your core.

His tongue was heaven. It brought out all the feelings of pleasure you’ve never felt before. No guy was ever offered to be between your thighs before, not until your best friend.

Noah moved his face side to side in a quick motion, making your rolls roll back at the sensation. The little flicks from his tongue and the feeling of his fingers filling you when his tongue needed a break, made you cry out louder for him.

He loved the way you sounded and how you breaking under him. Noah could feel the way you clench around his tongue and fingers. He couldn’t help but moan too, to which you also heard.

He lapped your core a few more times feeling you clench around his tongue following your legs shaking as well. Your vision was starting to blur a little too at feeling. It was overwhelming it was a lot but you also didn’t want him to stop.

Noah could hear how vocal you were with him and would occasionally pull off to check if you were okay. He started going faster with his tongue, partially making out with your core.

Your cries and whines got louder as you started panting for air only able to get out a few words. “C-close… close.” You shook under him as your orgasm came in hard and fast.

Your body shook and your eyes rolled back. You lost your own consciousness in the process, freaking Noah out slightly.

“Angel…” Noah shook you a bit now by your head making sure you were breathing. He was impressed with himself but also scared that he went to hard on you. (lost in the sauce forreal)

Your breathing was holding out better now, feeling yourself regaining consciousness, almost like you blinked, even though you didn’t though. He made you orgasm so hard you passed out.

“I think I went to heaven…” you announced, feeling the after shocks your body was going through. You’ve never experienced anything like this before so this was a first. However it was amazing and you didn’t regret any of it.

“Are you okay? Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?” Noah questioned, still shocked himself that he really did that to you, even after you convinced him you were okay.

“Yes. It was just a lot… that was the best head I’ve ever had, and the only head I’ve ever had. Does everyone pass out for you?” You cocked your head confused wondering how many people he’s done this to.

“Umm… no not normally.” He scratches the back of his neck still laying down by you. Your pants were back on and you had a comfy blanket covering you. He didn’t want you to wake up feeling vulnerable even though he was just very up and personal in your body, but he still had respect for you as his best friend.

“Did you like it? Did you want me to do..” Noah stopped your words. “Don’t worry. I get off to women’s pleasure actually so I don’t want anything from you.” He kissed your hand, as you stared back at him dumbfounded.

“Are you sure? You took me to heaven and back..” you tried to argue back to him, only to hear him laugh at yours words, as his hand rubbed your cheek.

“Yes I’m sure Angel.” He smiled at you before leaning in to kiss you.

A/N: y’all wouldn’t believe how long this fuckin took me to finish and how long this has been in the drafts for. (I’ve been going through shit.) I’m super excited about this, I hope everyone enjoyed. Check out @lolitasangel versions of Chase Atlantic songs too, she’s my bestie and I love her!

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[daylightlvrs]

Valentine ~ Noah Sebastian

Warnings: Smut, slight overstimulation, protected sex, mutual pinning, crying, P in V, oral (male and female), friends to lovers, swearing, my grammar.

Pairings: Best friend Noah! x Reader!

Content summary: Your date stood you up on Valentine’s Day. Noah suggests he can take you out but you would rather stay in with him.

A/N: This is based on the song Valentine by 5sos for all my 5sos and Bad omens friends ilysm 🫶🏻❤️

Divider: @saradika-graphics

MDNI, NSFW

You got dressed up tonight for a romantic date tonight, on Valentine’s Day. You’ve been seeing this person for the past few weeks and really thought everything has been working out.

Oh you were so wrong.

Here you are dressed in your skin tight dress, hair done up, make done with your red lip stick, waiting on who you thought would be your date. You were sipping on some white wine waiting for them.

He’s an hour late.

Fuck.

You felt your heart being crushed. You’re a pretty girl stood up in a restaurant full of other happy couples and romantics, and your date won’t even show up. You had everything planned tonight. They even let you pick the place. Just for them to not even show up.

You felt your phone vibrate.

Noah: “hey how’s your date going? Also Happy Valentine’s Day❤️”

Noah wished you Happy Valentine’s Day before your date. You should’ve known he wouldn’t show up based on all the text you sent them today with no reply.

Y/n: “He didn’t show up. So I’m probably going leave here and lay in my bed I guess.”

You sighed. It’s the last thing you wanted was to be lonely. You hated being lonely, you hated men. You hated that you weren’t getting treated the way you deserved.

You flagged the waitress down and told her you wanted the check while feeling another vibrate from your phone.

Noah: “I’ll take you out. Why don’t you come over, we can go to this fancy place down the street. My treat.”

You smiled at his text, however you felt like staying in for the rest of the night, still upset with being stood up. The waitress brought the check and dropped it off to you, while you waited for the Uber to pick you up.

Y/n: “Thanks, but I’d rather just stay home this Valentine’s Day. I’m just pretty upset.”

You sent the reply heading to the Uber waiting for your at the door. You tipped the waitress extra since she was probably expecting some kinda of money off you and your date.

Fuckin dick.

You climbed into the Uber confirming your location with them and had them drive you back home.

Your phone buzzed again, expecting from your date but instead Noah again.

Noah: “I’ll bring some stuff over and we can kill some time at home. Sound good? I’ll even cook.”

You know you couldn’t tell your best friend no. He takes care of you more than any other of your dates anyway, so why you weren’t with him to begin with was kinda odd. You and Noah never stepped into that zone of friends to lovers.

Y/n: “See you soon. Xx”

Your home was a half hour away from the restaurant so you already knew Noah would beat you to it.

*Time skip*

You already see Noah’s car parked in your complex where your home was. He already had the key to your home. You thanked the driver and made your way inside your house, greeted by Noah.

“Surprise.” He smiled, while waiting for you.

Noah was dressed up as well just to say home with you. Long black turtleneck with a pair of dress pants. He has a slight mustache and his hair was freshly cut. He looked fucking sexy.

On the table was takeout sushi from your guys favorite restaurant, a cake, your favorite cherry pie, some red and white wine, and some flowers. You hated chocolate anyway.

“What’s all this mister?” You joked with him, crossing your arms. You were amused and happy with what you saw, he really went all over the top and he wasn’t even your valentine.

“Well he stood you up… so what’s better than your best friend?” Noah moved closer to you, sitting on a chair right next to your table.

“I’m not even your Valentine…” you mumbled, feeling a little overwhelmed at the gesture. You both knew you both had feelings for each other, he knew you better than any of your dates. What’s the harm anyway?

“Don’t want to be?” He asked, pulling you closer to him holding your hands in his. He looked up at your pretty face.

“You didn’t have to do all this…” you pouted, before smiling remembering it was all for you.

“Yes I did. From this day forward you’re mine. I’ll be your forever valentine if it means I get to see you happy anyway. And? Who knows you better than me?” He chuckled moving to hold you against him, looking at your pretty face.

“You’re the best you know.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, your nose close to his. He moved your hips more towards his pulling you against him.

“I know. I love you.” Noah whispered to you before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was tender and sweet but immediately turned heated as his hands moved from your waist to your ass.

“This dress is stunning on you but I think it belongs on the floor.” He whispered, into your neck before sucking down on it, marking you as his.

“Maybe we should move this to bedroom then?” Your hand coming up to his chest, before grabbing his hand leading you into your bedroom.

The bedroom was soft painted with beige colors to match the vibe. Everything and your sheets were even white. Noah loved your room. You even had a mirror on your wall in front of your bed.

Noah untied your dress, watching and mentally complimenting it on your body, how it hugged you all the right ways and showed your best features for him.

It met the floor leaving you in your lace black thong, that had him practically drooling at the sight. You could feel his body twitch against you at the sight of you.

You were absolutely divine to him. You helped him take off the turtle neck revealing all his tattoos he had gotten over the years along his chest. The ink was beautiful on him and made you want to trace your fingers all over him.

Noah couldn’t help himself, he needed a taste of you. He knew you’d taste good. It’s all he ever thought about when he was with you. How he could treat you better than all these weirdos that go out with you and treat you like shit.

He started kissing your lips, making his way down to your neck, down the valley of your breast while giving them a squeeze, over your stomach and finally being met with your lace panties. He looked up at you as if he was asking for permission to taste you. You nodded your head eagerly.

He gently pulled your thong down revealing yourself to him. He tucked your lace panties in his pocket that you didn’t see. You didn’t wear thongs that much anyway.

He took your leg hooking it over his shoulder while he was level on his knees below your cunt. He started kissing up your leg to your core. His hot breath lightly blowing on it seeing how puffy and wet you are as he opens you up a bit for him.

His tongue licked a stripe of you, before he closed his mouth down on your clit. He eats pussy like a starved man every time from what you understand. Feeling his tongue at your entrance ready to lap at you.

Your hands met his hair fast as he felt his tongue dance inside you. He would flick his tongue up at the soft part of your core making you grind yourself forward onto his face. He didn’t mind he loved it, he would let you ride his face all day and night long if you asked him.

His fingers invaded inside you giving his tongue a break for a moment while listening to your sweet groans and cries for him, they were the prettiest music to him.

His tongue and fingers continued to work you till you were shaking and crying under him. Noah got you so close your legs started shaking.

“Noah… I’m-“ he knew you were close, while smirking and feeling your legs shake around him. He held onto your thigh a little tighter, while taking his other hand out of your cunt and putting his tongue back inside you.

“Cum on my tongue.” He says, as you were shaking and crying for him once again. This man knew how to eat pussy like it was his meal, you believed all the stories he told you about women passing out from how much he’d overstimulate them. He was proud of himself.

Your legs started to shake as your eyes rolled back, your legs felt weak, as noah had to pick you up and place you on the edge of the bed to finish you off.

With just a few flicks of his tongue on the spongey spot inside of you, you came undone on his tongue. You were crying and shaking under him, and he didn’t want to let off yet. You swear you could’ve pulled out some of his hair the way your hands were fisting and pulling it.

Noah finally came up from between your thighs, he hovered over your face caressing you asking if you were okay. You blinked a few times before replying with a small yes. He smiled to himself before placing a kiss on your lips.

“You’re addicting.” He whispered to you, before placing another kiss to you.

You wanted to return the favor after all. He literally left you shaking, breathless, and crying under him. You could feel how pent up he was based on the way his hard on was pushing into your leg.

Your hands ran down his chest down to his belt. He looked at you curiously, as you looked up at him before asking him while your finger tips were looped into his belt.

“Can I?” You pleaded, one of your hands ran over the visual bulge. He took a deep breath at your touch, before nodded. You got down on your knees in front of him, taking his belt in your hands undoing it, and taking it out of the loops. You popped the button on his dress pants and unzipping it, as he helped you take them off now standing in front of you with just his black boxers on.

He leaked all over them to which you cocked your head at him slightly before palming him, getting a good feel of him.

“I get off to your pleasure. So I might not last l-long.” He stuttered, feeling you dip your hand inside to take him out. He was red and angry already and was still leaking everywhere. You licked him lightly hearing him groan.

The feeling of your tongue was so light and so soft, his head fall back into his shoulder feeling you take half of him into your mouth not waiting. His hands tangled themselves into your hair pulling it back, as you took him deeper into your throat.

Noah opened his eyes looking down to see you drooling while taking his whole cock in your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks again making him feel too close for his liking.

“Fuck… okay. You gotta stop…” he moaned, while taking you off his dick, leaving a drooling trail from your lips to his dick.

“I wanna cum when I’m inside you.” His hands caressing your face again, wiping the drool off your face as well as the tears.

You stood up taking a sip of the water on your night stand, as he took out one of the condoms from his wallet.

“You don’t need that.” You announced, breaking the silence, making him look at you like you were crazy, before he could ask you why you already answered the question for him.

“I have the implant. You can go raw.” Noah nearly choked at your words. Feeling your wet tight core wrapped tightly around him, his stomach fluttered at the idea of it.

“How do you want this?” He asked, taking the small bottle of lube you handed him pouring a little onto his hand.

“Rough and fast, put my face in the pillow and act like you hate me.” You looked back him, as you arched in front of him giving him the perfect view of your ass as well as your leaking core.

“Okay…” he replied making himself situated behind you. “But I will be turning you around when we’re close so I can watch you as you cum.” He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

He pumped himself a few times, before he eased himself inside you as you particularly sucked him in. You both moan at the feeling. Noah filled you to the brim and could probably hit your cervix every time if he wanted to.

He went a little slow at first, before you pushed back against him. “You don’t need to be gentle Noah, I’m not going to break. I want you to break me though.” You turned around looking back at him meeting his eyes. You can see how much love and lust were in them almost like he was holding back.

“Please..” you begged. All you had to do was ask nicely before his hand put your face into the pillow drilling into your hole at a rough pace.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He murmured, feeling his eyes close at the feeling of his skin slapping yours to meet your needs.

If you were seeing stars while he was eating you out, you were going to pass out from the way he was fucking you. Yes you asked for it but shit you didn’t think he’d actually make you feel like you were going to pass out.

You felt close to the edge as he keeps filling you to the brim every thrust, feeling a harsh slap on your ass as well, making you moan louder into the pillow.

Suddenly he paused before flipping you over seeing your beautiful face lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, hearing you moan a little louder at his words, while going a softer pace as both of you were on the edge of your orgasms. His forehead was against yours watching your reactions and listening to your sounds while letting some out of his own.

“Noah.. I’m close.” You whine, as his hand came down to your clit to help bring you closer to the edge with him.

“Cum with me.” His head falling into the crook of your neck again, while his other hand pins your hands over your head as he thrusts a little softer hitting the spot both of you need.

“Now..” you cry as you couldn’t hold it anymore feeling yourself unraveling underneath him. Your body shook a little as he overstimulated you a bit before you feel him fill you up as you came around him.

You both laid there for a few minutes catching your breath. Noah took himself out of you watching his cum leak out of you, before grabbing a towel from your connected bathroom in your bedroom cleaning you up and holding you close to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He kissed you, while you smiled into his chest as he hugged you.

A/N: hey I was tipsy while finishing this, so I hope it somewhat makes some sort of sense. (I still am.), but HAPPY VALENTINE’s DAY. I didn’t intent on writing but decided to because why not??? lol please like and reblog, this took a lot out of me to try and do. I hope it’s up to everyone’s liking. It definitely ain’t the best work but I really do like it🫶🏻❤️

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it’s my birthday so enjoy pictures of my favorite boys🫶🏻🙂‍↔️

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i’ve been heavily listening to the vamps again so i’m back on my brad shit fr

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Kiss me stupid, silly

Request made by @beautifullyalone23 : pleaseeeeee. Not sure how requests work but, what about a slow burn with Noah? Mutual friends, she's a bad ass with a heart of gold? Lots of sass ect. Idk im rambling. Anyways thank you for the much needed escape. It's keeping me going 💚

a/n Was a pleasure writing it. Hope you will enjoy it.🤍

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If God was a woman it had to be you. Cheesy and so fucking stupid but Noah was sure of it. He felt like a schoolboy all over again once the slight crush had started. He was awkward and so fucking shy but you would just slowly blink at him. Like a cat. A slow, unwavering, kind look. Not a hint of teasing. Not a hint of judgment. Even when his lisp got the best of him since he was nervous as fuck. You would just nod along, not even once pointing it out.

��Can I ask you something?”, Noah breathed out as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Shoot, star boy”, you mused, leaning against his car as you looked over the seashore. Noah was on the break. Quite literally. In all ways imaginable. On a breaking point. On the break from the only thing that had him going. “Why…”, he frowned slightly as if assessing his next words.

“Remember we have a rule of no questions that start with why”, you pointed out, turning to him slightly. It was a silly rule, one that was made during one of many 2 am conversations. “You stayed”, Noah states making you shake your head slightly, “What do you mean?”. You never really understood why he was so surprised that you kept in touch with him. He was an awesome guy to be around, a rare gem and you had told him that but he had never truly believed you it seemed. “With me at the beginning”, he adds turning to you but his eyes fall onto the sea once more, “Don’t look at me like that”, he grunts.

“Like what?”, you shrug, tugging the selves of his hoodie down your palms. “Like you’re both pissed and feeling sorry for me”, Noah huffs, brushing his hand over his face. It always killed you how little he believed in himself at times. “Noah, I admire you and you know that”, you reasoned with a shake of your head.

“But…”, he starts only to be met with you turning away from him and rounding your way to the other side of his car. “What are you doing?”, a slight panic shoots through him at the thought of you finally being fed up with him. “Nope, not having this, come on”, you urge him, slipping into his car.

“What are you doing, Y/n”, he asks once more, wanting to hear you say it. “It’s freezing Noah, you will catch a cold, come sit in the car”, you point for him to do the same, needing shelter from a late night wind that had set in.

He sits there for a moment. The silence suddenly suffocates. He could never explain why he loved your company so much. Now he could but he was chicken shit as Nick had graciously called him. Too afraid to admit that he hadn’t escaped the inevitable. He had feelings for you. “How’s your new project?”, Noah asks, choosing to change the topic. You were a part-time model the shoot you had signed up for had blown the internet. Noah had bought the magazine. Two. One was still in the wrapper. Not to mention that you agreeing to be a part of their new album prom shoots had been the biggest highlight for him.

“Don’t care about it”, you shrugged, making Noah instantly turn to you, “Wait I thought it was your dream to land that”, he asked, surprise written all over his face. “Don’t care about it 'cause I'm here with you now”, you muttered, leaning your head on the side of the car seat.

Noah quickly mirrored your actions. Letting his eyes fall over you. Just watching you watch him for a moment. “Jolly said that you were sent by Lord almighty to me”, he sighed, fingers absentmindedly reaching for your hand. Something he had tried to stop. But given up after you haven’t pulled away. After you had only gone and intertwined your fingers with his instead. “Hmm..”, you hummed, “I always liked Jolly, he’s a good egg”. And he was. Both a good person and a big part of what you and Noah had going on. You weren’t sure if Jolly had said the same to Noah but he had found you in one of the house parties. Sat you down before handing you a drink and pretty straightforwardly pointing out that you had a crush on his friend and Noah had a crush on you. “It’s like leading two blind mice”, he grunted. The memory making you chuckle slightly.

“What?”, Noah asks intently, trying to scramble for every piece of your mind. “I had this…”, you shake your head, letting another laugh slip and past your lips, “I had this insane crush on you when we first met, and gods Jolly called me out bad”.

You watch all emotions possible swim all over Noah’s face. From shock. To clear denial. To joy. To confusion. “No you didn’t”, he shakes his head firmly. “Oh, I did, down bad, boy”, you nod instead. “You don’t go for guys like me though”, Noah frowns. “Who said that?”, you roll your eyes. “Well your ex…”, he starts only for you to hit his shoulder slightly, “Is ex for a reason”, you tap at your temple.

He watched you, as if calculating your words, “Wait…”, he tilts his head to the side, “Past tense though, had a crush”. You can’t help but smile slightly. Leave it to Noah to catch something like this and cling to it.

“Yeah…”, you nod, watching his face fall, “It grew into something deeper”, you add with a shrug. He blinks. Blinks again before taking a deep breath in. “Yn”, Noah shakes his head, “Are you taking a piss out of me or are you for real cause…”, but you don’t let him finish. Both hands reach out to take first fulls of his black Bad Omens hoodie as you pull him in. Crashing your lips onto his. His hand finds the back of your head immediately. As if he too had been waiting for this. As if he too had been anticipating it. It feels as if you see colors as his lips move against yours. All the emotions finally have an outlet.

“Oh fuck…”, he breathes out as you both pull apart. “Wow”, you add, feeling dazed as you watch him. “Yeah”, Noah chuckles, “wow indeed, come here”, he brushes his thumb over your lips before leaning back in to brush his lips over yours. If only you could kick your feet like a schoolgirl, you would. “All this time I wanted to kiss you”, he sighs, cupping your cheek. “Make room”, you grunt, moving to climb over to the driver’s seat. “What are you…”, Noah starts, his hands instantly move to your hips to steady you. “Don’t you want to make out in the car?”, you ask, halting, just in case you read the room wrong. “Do you want to? Cause I… there’s no rush”, he’s quick to reassure you, you shoot him a look before squeezing on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Kiss me stupid, silly”, you mutter against his lips. “Your wish is my command”, he muses, his inked hand brushing over your neck before he grips your face ever so slightly, bringing you closer to him.

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Dull the Ache

have a short thing w/ Noah x reader who gets chronic migraines below the cut. pure hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹

(sorry for the radio silence on my end. life is lifeing as always.)

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Noah knows something’s wrong when it’s the middle of the day and he returns home from the studio to find the house dead quiet, the stillness of it all only intensifying his concern.

when he finds you, you’re curled up in the middle of your shared bed, the blinds drawn shut, your face pinched in a way that sends a sharp pang through his chest. it’s a familiar expression—the one that means you’re in the thick of it—and instinctively, his heart clenches, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

your meds sit on the bedside table alongside a near-empty glass of water, but they clearly haven’t done shit, if they’ve kicked in at all.

he can’t stand to see you like this; it twists inside him, that helpless feeling, knowing it’s one of many migraine days this month.

with a quiet sigh, he slips into bed beside you, moving slowly, carefully, as if afraid to exacerbate your pain in any way. he’s content to simply snuggle with you under the covers while you rest your eyes and try to combat the nausea swirling in your gut. there’s little else to be done.

instinctually, you scoot closer to Noah, seeking out his warmth among the sheets. he responds in kind, drawing you closer and cradling you against him as he pulls you in to spoon.

his head nuzzles comfortably into your shoulder, and, noticing the way you settle into him, he responds with a gentle squeeze, hand rubbing small, soothing circles on your back. he can feel the weight of your discomfort, the tension looming over you like a dark cloud, and a protective urge stirs within him.

with a nudge, he presses his cheek against yours. “how are you feeling?” he whispers softly, even though he already knows. shitty.

“like I want to be absorbed into this mattress.” you try to make light of it, but the hot tears that slip down your cheeks betray you, the hurt bubbling over.

concern darkens Noah’s gaze, caring reflected in its molten warmth as he watches you. he’s seen this kind of pain in your face before—seen how it seems to close you off from the world. how you retreat into yourself.

he’s witnessed firsthand just how overstimulating everything suddenly becomes. too loud. too bright. he’s been caught out with you when a migraine’s come on and you’ve shut down, wanting nothing more than to go home (while he, in turn, is mad at the world and snapping at everyone but you until he’s gotten you out of there).

he brushes your tears away with the pad of his thumb. “is there room for one more?” 

“always.” your voice cracks. 

Noah knows you all too well. he doesn’t need to ask if you’ve drunk water, eaten enough, how many hours of sleep you’ve gotten... he knows you’re usually on top of all those things, and that they likely have done little to ease the pain you’re feeling right now.

he trusts you know your body best, and he’s not one to offer any unsolicited advice.

instead, his lips brush against your temple in a sweet gesture as he asks simply, “I hate that you’re hurting. is there anything else you need? anything I can do to make you feel better?” he pauses, then, with a mischievous smile, adds, “distract you, maybe? you know, sometimes orgasms can help.”

he’s so unserious. (except if you said it would bring you relief, he’d be down on his knees in an instant.) but his thinly veiled attempt at making you smile is successful, enough to make you crack a small, weary one, even with the sharp pain throbbing in your skull. “mhm, you’ve been reading up on that, have you?”

you pause, the smile fading slightly as you meet his eyes and ask, “can you do that thing? you know, where you tug on my hair at the roots just a bit? it gives me some relief from the pressure, which I could really use right now.”

Noah’s heart squeezes at the vulnerability in your voice, but he nods, his thumb brushing over your scalp gently before he speaks. “you know I’d do anything to make you feel better,” he murmurs. “come here.” he sits up, supporting your head as it comes to rest in his lap.

“right side, baby?”

“yeah.”

his fingers card through your hair, taking up a gentle grip near the root, and he begins to lightly tug in a way that provides a pleasant pressure against your scalp. his touch is careful but firm, focusing on the areas of tension and pain and attempting to provide some much-needed relief. 

“this good?” he asks. he wishes more than anything he could take this pain from you, but since that’s an impossibility, for now he’ll do what he can. he’ll be here with you, like this.

you sigh contentedly, practically purring as you melt against him. “yes. thank you.” you smile up at him and purse your lips. “kiss?”

Noah smiles warmly.

he leans down, his lips brushing yours as he gives you a quick smooch, first to your lips and then a kiss to your temple, the right side where it’s hurting. it’s barely there, a whisper of contact, but it’s not just a kiss; it’s a bandaid. his best effort to kiss it better, however temporary, because in that moment, the world feels a little less sharp, the pain a little softer, and everything a little more bearable because of his loving touch.

he reaches out, gently caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “hey,” he says, his voice still maintaining hushed and soft tones. “do you want to maybe slip into my hoodie with me?”

you look up at him with eyes he can’t resist, like you’d been waiting for him to ask. “please?”

“‘course.”

he shifts slightly, lifting his arms to allow you to slip into the oversized hoodie with him; moving to accommodate you, ensuring you’re tucked snugly against his chest, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. the soft fabric of the hoodie settles around you, and you’re engulfed in more ways than one as his arms wrap protectively around you.

it’s become a ritual of sorts that whenever you’re not feeling well, Noah climbs into bed beside you, lending you his warmth and holding you close while you rest. it’s his way of soothing you, offering whatever small comfort he can, while also stealing a few extra moments of closeness with you.

lord knows he can always use the rest.

you remember the first time it happened, back when you were dealing with a particularly rough patch. you’d been feeling off for days—sick, worn out—and Noah had just appeared, hoodie in hand, asking nothing more than to be there. you didn’t even need to say anything. 

he’s been there every time after with this simple, unspoken act of care: a space for you to heal in his arms, and a reminder of how lucky you are to have him.

“you’re my favorite pillow,” you murmur, your voice muffled against him. 

Noah smiles, a tender, almost wistful smile. as you snuggle into him, he feels most of the remaining tension in your body slowly dissipate, your body molding against his as if it were made to fit. he tightens his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“let’s see if we can sleep it off. yeah?”

“yeah.”

you’re surprised to find yourself yawning, and you’ve no doubt that nestled as you are under Noah’s chin, you’ll find a sort of rest that usually evades you. 

so what if it’s not a cure-all? right now, it’s enough. 

just him being here somehow dulls the ache.

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Bed Chem

(social media au, Noah Sebastian x popstar!reader)

(Also just pretend that Noah is Barry in this case, thanks!)

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Hand appreciation.

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coeur d'alene

authors note: i was a minute late posting on the 31st, but i'm still counting this as my noah day present to you all :) here’s part two of heaven sent, and i hope you all enjoy it. it took a long time for me to finish this and idk how i really feel but, i think it’s sweet LOL feedback is always appreciated :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics

cross-posted on ao3 / part one

word count: 4.1k

cw/tw: friends to lovers, realization of ~feelings~, fluff, ~kissing~, angst, miscommunication trope at its finest, lots of tension, noah is still very much a sweetheart, 18+ minors do not interact

You wake slowly the next morning, the soft light of the sun flooding into your room. You blink once, twice, three times before groaning softly, squeezing your eyes shut to keep out the light. It was bright - way too bright for your poor eyes and your sleepy brain. It takes you a second to come to, flopping onto your back as you rubbed at your eyes. You groaned, arms flopping down beside you, and your brain finally caught up to the realization that you were alone.

Alone. In your bed. That you originally weren’t alone in.

You turn your head to where Noah had once laid beside you and your heart drops to your stomach. The sheets weren't warm, but they weren't cold. If he had left, it was probably in the last 30 minutes or so. 

You try to control your rapidly beating heart, telling yourself he probably went to shower or that he's in the kitchen making breakfast. Your ears strain to try and see if you can hear the running water of the shower, or maybe the playlist he loves to blare when he cooks, but you hear nothing. Your heart rate quickens again, and you reach over to your bedside table to grab your phone. Maybe he sent a text.

You sift through your notifications, hoping to find one from Noah with any indication where he ran off to, but find nothing from him. You go to your guys text thread, heart twisting beneath your chest when the last text was from him a few days prior. 

Fuck.

You sink back into your bed, trying to blink away the burning feeling in your eyes as you stare up at the ceiling. 

He left. Without a word. Didn't even bother waking you up to tell you, just slipped out of your room without a goodbye. Something swirls inside of you, building up in the base of your throat but you swallow it back down.

You should've expected it, you think. He was probably freaked out from the reality of the situation. Seriously, who can sleep with their bestfriend and be normal after? You slap your hand onto your forehead, mentally cursing yourself as your eyes begin to burn more. This time you don't blink away the tears, allowing them to slide down your face freely.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You should have never fucking asked. How could you do this? 

The one relationship in your life that you cherished more than anything down the fucking drain because you... wanted to stop feeling so behind? You could have slept with anyone. Anyone in the world and yet you chose Noah. Your heart twists beneath your chest at just the thought of your friend and you don't stop the quiet sob that slips from your lips, hands coming up to cover your face.

How can you face him after this? Wherever he went off to, he'll have to come back. Because he lives here. In the same apartment. With you. God, how could you be so fucking stupid?

You let yourself cry, rolling over onto your bed to bury your face into your pillow. Your entire body freezes when you realize it was the pillow Noah had used the night prior, and it still smelled like him. More tears fell at that, your stomach twisting so violently that it made you feel physically ill. Your sobs grew, arms circling around the pillow to pull it closer to you, face pressing so hard into the fabric of the pillow case that it almost hurt.

Your mind is racing, images of last night running through your head and it only makes you feel worse. It was almost everything you could've ever wanted, everything you pictured out of your first time. You never felt so cared for in your life, and the way Noah was so gentle with you... under better circumstances, you would have blushed, but instead your stomach just twists again as another sob rips from you.

The reminder of his gaze on you stings much worse than you could have ever thought. Your skin burned where he touched you, which was everywhere, and your lips felt sore at the reminder of the kiss you shared. The only kiss you have ever shared with Noah, and will ever share probably, and that thought alone brings a sour taste into the base of your throat. 

You find yourself wishing that there could be more kisses and moments like last night with your best friend, and that realization is scary all in itself. 

You trusted Noah, that much is true, but maybe somewhere deep down, the reason you had asked him wasn't just on that alone. Maybe... there was something more, lingering in the back of your mind, your heart, and you just hadn't noticed it yet. Or chose not to notice it? You're not sure, but either way it's here now, pushing it's way through and God... it fucking hurts.

You cry until you can't anymore, until it hurts to even blink, and then you're pushing yourself up and out of your bed. You're not sure if it's because of the raging headache you're sporting at the moment, or if it really is a good idea, but you decide on the only thing you can think of at the moment that may salvage your relationship with Noah.

Ignore everything. Act like nothing happened. If you do that, maybe he'll realize it wasn't a big deal and things will go back to normal. That'll work, right?

Something in the pit of your stomach tells you you're completely wrong, but you listen to that loud part in your brain that just won't shut up. You're going to shower and then hole up in your room. Maybe you'll take a drive. Anything to take your mind off of last night and off of Noah entirely. 

Your stomach twists again in that way you hate at the thought of your best friend, and you do your best to shove it to the back for at least a few more hours.

Noah feels lighter when he steps back into your shared apartment, a small smile on his face. The song he and Jolly worked on this morning was coming together and he felt really fucking good about it. So good, in fact, his feet were already dragging him towards your room, excitement filling him to tell you all about his morning endeavor.

He realized he can’t wait to see you, excitement only growing as he inches closer to your door. His mind wanders to last night and his skin buzzes just at the thought, stomach turning in the most delicious way. His face flushes at the thought of you beneath him, and his step slows down.

He never thought in a million years he'd ever been in a position like that with you. Had the thought ever crossed his mind? Sure, but he would never ever even consider making a move on you. You were his best friend - one of the most important people in his life. He wasn't about to ruin that, and maybe that's why he initially declined your offer. Though, the more he thought about it, the more he inched towards yes.

What really sealed the deal was the thought of you being under someone else. It made his skin crawl, and his stomach turned so roughly that he almost made himself sick over it, learning quickly that that feeling was jealousy. 

He feels a bit selfish having agreed to your favor, because he knew deep down it was more than just being a good friend. Maybe those feelings he thought he had pushed back into the deepest parts of his brain had vanished after the many years of being your friend, but he thinks it just grew. Slowly, but surely, and then all at once whenever you looked up at him last night, eyes glossed over and his name on your tongue.

He knocks on your door and waits, but after a solid minute of silence passes by his hand twists the knob, slowly pushing your door open. He expected to find you asleep in bed, growing excited at the thought of crawling back in with you, but his heart drops when he realizes you were nowhere to be found. Your bed was neatly made and your bag you typically kept on your desk was gone, indicating you were probably out.

Which was fine. He reaches for his phone, maybe having missed your text that you wouldn't be home, but finds nothing from you. That's odd.

He frowns, thumbs already moving across his screen as anxiety bubbles slowly in his chest. Usually you'd at least let him know you'd be out or even where you had gone, but giving him nothing was completely out of the norm for you.

where are you?

With a friend! Be home later.

His brows furrow at your message. Relief doesn't wash over him like he thought it would, instead dread fills his stomach.

You have other friends. This isn't anything out of the ordinary, he's come home to you not being there. You can hang out with other people. However, after last night, something in the back of his mind is screaming at him that something’s wrong. He shakes it off, chalking it up to his anxiety messing with him, thumbs moving again.

just checking :) got worried lol when will you be back?

Not sure. Don't wait up :)

His stomach drops. He didn't like the way that made him feel, the anxiety inside of him bubbling over. He scrolled up to your other text thread, seeing the messages shared between the two of you and the obvious vibe switch. To an outsider, this would probably look like a normal text between two friends, but deep down he knew something was up.

He makes his way to his room, chewing on his bottom lip as his mind races. Had he done something last night? Noah can't think of a single thing he may have done wrong, having thought he had done everything right. He did his best to make sure you were taken care of, the way he had wished his first time was, but maybe he hadn’t.

Or maybe you just simply didn’t like it.

He tells himself not to dwell on it, trying to find something to do to pass the time until you come home. That doesn’t work, because he finds himself staring at the ceiling hours later, the anxiety inside of him growing as each minute passes.

Fuck.

You managed to stay out much longer than you anticipated, turns out you had a lot to say to Anna when you had asked her if you could come over. You were scared that she was going to judge you for asking Noah to be your first, but instead she sat patiently with you on her bed, listening intently to everything you had to say.

When you were finished, she simply smiled at you before asking, "You like Noah, don’t you?"

All you can do is nod, and if you hadn't cried yourself out that morning, you would have probably cried right then and there. 

She didn't seem shocked, instead only smiled more before telling you that she figured as much, and maybe even confessed that that's why she suggested to you to ask someone you trusted like Noah, because she knew, and you quote,  Noah would never say no to you. You're not sure what to do with that information, because she refused to elaborate, saying you'll understand eventually. 

Hours later, when you came home and quietly tip-toed to your room, you thanked God that Noah was asleep. It was close to midnight, you think, and you had to pass his room to get to yours. His door was cracked open and you could just barely see him curled up in his bed, and the sight alone made your heart clench beneath your chest. 

Anna said you had to talk to him, and you think eventually you will, but the thought still hurts. You'll have to do it when it doesn't anymore, yet you're not sure when that will be. You toss and turn that night in bed, eyes glued to your ceiling as every single possible scenario passed through your mind.

What if you had truly ruined your relationship with Noah? You had to have, seeing as he didn't even feel comfortable enough to stay long enough for you to wake up. 

You let yourself cry one more time, mourning the loss of one of the most important people in your life, before you finally drifted off to sleep. Then, that morning when you woke, you told yourself that you'd talk to him tonight. Apologize for everything and tell him it can be forgotten, and hope you can go back to normal eventually. 

His door is still shut when you wake up, and you rush to your shared bathroom to try and hurry through your morning routine. You pray that he doesn’t wake, and when you’re tiptoeing back to your room, his door is still shut.

You’re relieved, but there’s still a small part of you that wishes maybe, just maybe, he would’ve been out here waiting for you. You crawl back into bed after that, deciding you’ll rot there for the day before having to face your roommate.

Maybe you’ll take another nap. Maybe you’ll finish that book you’ve been putting off for months. 

You actually don’t get to do any of that because your door is being pushed open, Noah staring at you from the doorway. At first you don’t do anything, hell, you don’t even breathe. Your eyes widen as you stare at your best friend, whose eyes are narrowing at you.

“Alright,” Noah stares at you on your bed, hands on his hips. “What the fuck is your problem? Was it seriously that bad that you’ve resorted to straight up ignoring me?”

You sit frozen, pulling your blankets up your body. “What?”

“Was it bad?” He repeats, his tone insistent. “Or did I hurt you? I had to have done something for you to ignore me.” 

“What? No.” You shake your head, embarrassment and slight anger running through because this is what he wanted to talk about after leaving you alone? “I’m fine. It was great.” 

He stares at you for a beat before his arms fall to his sides, mouth dropping into a frown. "Okay, cool. That still doesn't explain why you've been ignoring me."

The anger outweighs your embarrassment and you sit up fully in your bed, eyes narrowing in a glare at your best friend.

"Well, why haven't you talked to me?" Your arms cross over your chest, tilting your chin up. "Besides, you're the one who left me alone in the morning without a fucking word."

You could hear a pin drop with how silent the room fell, the frown on Noah's face slipping away. Your heart raced beneath your chest as you watched Noah's face fall into one of confusion and then into understanding, soft brown eyes widening as yours only narrowed more. 

"Shit. I didn't text you."

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

"I meant to text you." He says almost frantically now, slapping a hand to his forehead. "Holy shit, is that why you haven't talked to me? Because you thought I left you alone?" 

"Well, I didn't have to think about it - you did leave me alone."

His lips form into a frown again. "It’s not what you think."

"Well, what am I supposed to think, Noah?"

He sighs before running a hand down his face.

"Jolly called me about some studio time, caught me up on an idea he had and I think I just got so excited over the whole thing I just... left?" He comes to stand next to your bed, frown still evident on his lips. "And I meant to text you, because I couldn't get myself to wake you up. You looked too cute. Didn't wanna disturb you after um… the night you had."

Your face flushes at his words, flashes of your night shared together racing through your mind. Noah notices, his own face flushing, before sitting down beside you. Your shoulders tense at the closeness. 

He continues, "I was going to come back. I wouldn't just leave after that. I'd never do that to you."

You let his words linger. If you had thought about it with a more rational mind, you would’ve realized that yeah, Noah would never do that to you. Leaving you without a word made no sense whatsoever. 

"Well." Your shoulders deflate, giving your friend a sheepish look. "I really wish you had texted me, because then I wouldn't have convinced myself you hated me and regretted the entire thing."

"Hate you? Babe, I would never." He looked at you, almost offended, and yet your body was buzzing at the slip of the pet name. "And for the record, I don't regret anything. As long as you don't."

"I don't." It flies from your lips so quickly that your face warms from embarrassment, Noah's own face flushing. "I don’t regret it at all. As long as you don't."

"I don't." He mimics your words, much softer than you had, and his gaze falling on you makes you feel warm all over.

Your mind was racing, trying to catch up with everything. Noah hadn't actually left you in a haste of regret, instead left because... he got excited about new music? A text he had meant to send was forgotten due to likely being distracted by whatever Jolly had sprung onto him, and you feel like punching yourself for not using the rational part of your brain and talking to him to begin with. Anna even told you that you should, but by then you had fully convinced yourself he hated your guts.

If only you had texted him that morning, maybe all this miscommunication would've never happened. Instead, you'd not only caused anxiety for yourself, but for Noah, and that thought alone upsets you immensely. You meet Noah's eyes with a frown, arms tightening around your chest.

"I'm sorry." You tip your head back with a groan, hands now coming up to cover your face. "If I had just... fucking texted you like a normal person, we wouldn't be in this weird mess."

"It's not a mess. Just miscommunication at its finest." Noah chuckles halfheartedly at his joke, and you feel the covers shift as he scoots closer to you. "It happens, and honestly, I should've just woken you up. That would've probably solved everything."

"Maybe."

Noah pauses before asking, “So… you actually don’t regret it?”

“No.” You flush, before quietly adding, “…It was amazing.” 

He flushes. "...Yeah?"

You feel him scoot closer, your covers shifting and all you can do is nod. He's close enough now that you can feel his body heat, and the urge to reach out to touch him was suddenly the only thing you could think about. 

"Mhm. Thank you... you didn't have to do that."

"I didn't." He hums and you realize just how much closer he's gotten. If it weren't for the blanket still partially wrapped around your body, your legs would be touching, and the thought brings a shiver down your spine. "But I wanted to. Thank you for trusting me."

You don't know how it happens, or when it happens, but the second your eyes meet Noah's again it's like some gravitational pull is tugging you towards him. It's all one big blur, a flurry of limbs as Noah reaches for you while you're trying to free yourself of the blanket wrapped around your body to crawl into his lap. Your lips smash together in a bruising kiss but you don't even care, especially when Noah makes the sweetest noises against your lips.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you settle into his lap, legs on either side of his hips, and his fingers dig into your thighs. The groan he lets out against your lips goes straight to your core and the reminder of last night is clear as day in your mind. You're overwhelmed, the need to be as close as possible to him again flooding your senses. It's you who lets out a noise this time, a desperate whine, and Noah pulls back at that, eyes half-lidded.

You catch your breath before you're chasing his lips again, drunk off the feeling, and your hips start moving on their own, grinding yourself into him. You gasp at the feeling of his hardening cock between your thighs and Noah takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, swallowing the noises you were making. He pulls back only trailing his lips across your cheek and down your jaw, nipping at your skin. Your eyes are beginning to roll back at the same time he sighs out your name, fingers inching dangerously close to where you needed him the most, before something inside of you snaps. 

"Wait." The almost drunken-haze you had felt from his kiss was shattered, the reality of everything falling all at once. You pull back from his kiss against your skin, resting your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady at how fast you moved, eyes widening. "Wait, wait, wait. What the fuck are we doing?"

Noah pulls back from your neck, brown eyes glossed over in what you can only assume was want. He blinks before realization fills his features, and you feel his grip on your thighs loosen.

"I..." You can't help but watch his neck when he swallows, and also can't help but follow his tongue as it swipes across his bottom lip. "I don't know. I just really wanted to do that again."

His words hit you right in the chest, heart pounding against your ears. "Really?"

"Yeah. I haven't stopped thinking about it," He murmurs, and you watch his eyes drop from yours back down to your lips. "Kind of want to keep doing it."

"Oh." It comes out weakly, and you're not sure if the flush on your cheeks was from his words or from the kiss you just shared. Maybe both. "You want to keep doing it?"

"Yeah." His eyes drag back up to yours and you see something flash in them, something that has your stomach turning in a way you've never felt before. Were those butterflies? "I think I have for a while. Is that okay?"

Oh.

Your heart was beating so rapidly against your chest and you couldn't find the right words to say, because what the fuck was he talking about? He wanted to kiss you? And has been wanting to for a while? Your mind immediately goes back to Anna, to her telling you that you'll understand eventually, and suddenly it was all starting to make sense. Your arms settled back around his neck and you felt his fingers dig into your skin again, eyes never leaving yours.

"I think I have for a while, too, so um.” You swallow down the nerves, giving Noah a timid smile. “Yes. Very much okay."

You see the ghost of a smile on his lips, outer corners turning up at your words. "Yeah?"

You nod, but instead of answering you lean back towards him. He meets you halfway, lips pressing to yours in a much different kiss than the one you had just shared. It wasn't as frantic, filled with something you can't quite place yet, but you were obsessed. It made you feel warm, almost like you were floating, and you quickly realized you would never get enough of it. 

You've never experienced this with another person in your life and you're suddenly thinking about how you never want to do this with anyone else. Just Noah.

You squeak against his lips when you feel him lift you up and toss you onto the bed, your back meeting the sheets. He's on top of you immediately, but he doesn't attach his lips to yours just yet, instead stares down at you with the softest brown eyes you'd ever seen. 

"I also think I've liked you for a lot longer than I've realized, and I hope that's okay, too." He looks almost terrified to say that, and you feel a pang of sadness punch you in the stomach.

"That's more than okay," You all but whisper, reaching out to pull Noah down to you, "because I think I have too."

You don't miss the relieved smile Noah gives you before his lips were back on yours, his body melting right on top of yours.

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