A Cheers to the Life You Don't Get to Choose //Noah Sebastian

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Last night, Bad Omens dropped their OST and I cannot be more proud. They have been working relentlessly on this between touring and trying to perfect it. I can tell Noah is absolutely exhausted and truth be told, I've been worried. After putting Sloane down for a nap I found Noah doom scrolling on my phone. He doesn't have social media, so when he wants to creep he uses mine, and that's okay with me. This time is different.

I know exactly what he is looking for. He is looking for criticism. Usually he does not care as much, but I know he is over exhausted, and when he is, the over perfectionism in him really shines.

"Noah." I place my hand on his shoulder and his beautiful chocolate eyes meet mine.

"This OST is going to flop." He shakes his head in disappointment.

"Noah.." I sighed and slipped my phone from his fingers. "What the hell are you talking about? People are going nuts for it?" I scrolled down tik tok seeing a lot of positives, until I got to the negatives. I shook my head and giggled, sliding my phone back into my pocket. "You're upset over a couple of bad reviews. Where has my Noah gone?"

He sighs out of frustration. "I knew we'd get backlash from this. This doesn't sound like us. People hate it."

I walk around the couch and plop down in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. "Noah. You wrote an OST, a soundtrack for your comic book. Of course it's different. I don't think you realize how incredible it is. Not everyone is going to get it, and that is okay. You guys put something creative out in the world, be proud of it. I am."

He smiles and kisses me lightly, only to deepen it. He moves his lips over to my neck, causing me to flutter my eyes closed. He slowly removes my shirt, trailing his lips up my torso and removes my bra within seconds, lifting his body to remove his own shirt.

Noah reattaches our lips and I straddle him as he plays around with the hem of my shorts, but I stop him, knowing he can use the pleasure more than me right now. I just want him to relax. To his dismay, I slide off of his body onto the floor unbuttoning his pants and he lifts his body up to pull his pants down.

I start bobbing my head up and down. Noah has since relaxed and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating. "Fuck Avery. Look at me. Look at what you're doing to me." He grunts. I don't look at him and keep going. He pulls my hair to get my attention. "I said look at me, baby girl." I could melt right here and now. I love the dominance in his husky voice and I can feel wetness between my legs, screaming for friction.

He pulls me up and lightly suplexes me into the couch causing me to squeal. I no longer was taking charge. I'm frustrated that he didn't let me finish him, but that washes away as soon as he touches me. He wastes absolutely no time pulling my shorts and panties off and observing my body with his now dark chocolate eyes. "Oh baby girl, you are so wet for me."

"Noah..please." I whine. Noah nibbles and chuckles into my ear making me squirm. If he doesn't touch me now, I will explode.

"I am going to take. my. time. with. you." He says in between kisses. He moves down to my inner thighs, lightly kissing all the way to my core, lightly touching it, teasing me.

"Noah." I groan again.

"Yes my love?" He grins wickedly, still between my thighs.

"Please.." I beg at this point.

"I love when you beg."

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"I don't know what else to tell you. I am so physically and mentally exhausted, I can't do this anymore. I think this is the right thing to do." Noah sighs into the phone.