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Noah was never the one to rush when eating you out. Taking his time, sucking on your clit, tongue fucking you, fingering your entrance. He didn’t mind how long it would take to drag out your moans before you were pleading for him to let you finish. The way your fingers curl around Noah’s hair, slightly tugging at the traces. Your back arching off the bed when he would start to finger your cunt while sucking your clit. Feeling you tighten around his fingers, gushing wet, soaking him further and further. Noah never took his eyes off you. Admiring what he could make of you. No candy could compare to how sweet you were on his tongue. The further he would stick his tongue inside, needing to have more.  

His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer into his mouth. Your thighs wet on each side, mixed with Noah’s spit and your cum. Noah would go hours eating you out. It was his favorite things to do other than have sex with you and spend time with you. He needed to devour you and have as much of you as possible. Your legs tossed over his shoulder, hips bucking into his mouth. His hair was a mess, bliss on his eyes each time you moved against his tongue. Your moans and cries were music to his ears, encouraging him further. 

The reflections of shared bodies became blurry as the shower warmed up. Steam filling the bathroom further as the water smacked against the tile floor.  

Your forehead rested against Noah’s chest. You were feeling sick and didn’t want to shower, instead you wanted to straight to sleep. Your whole body felt heavy and uneasy. With discomfort expressed across your face, Noah leans down slightly, placing a small kiss against the crown of your head. Noah held you close in his arms, hands rubbing your back, trying to relieve your pain. His heartbeat pattering at a steady pace, providing a comforting beat to lull you to sleep.  

Noah’s hands slide down to your hips, slipping your tee shirt off. The shower was warm now and it was time to get cleaned up. Your skin was hot against Noah’s touch; he knew this shower would help relax your muscles and help your sleep better. Your eyes remained closed, barely awake, trying your best to help Noah undress you; you try lifting your leg only to get caught at your ankle. Chuckling at this lightly, Noah helps untangle your foot. Giving you a few encouraging pats once finished. You let out an annoyed sigh after. Taking his time, he slips off your jeans, setting them off to the side. 

Noah continued to undress your bodies, tossing your clothes into the hamper. Once he sees everything settled, he starts to make his way into the shower. Stepping inside, watching behind himself to make sure you got in okay.  

Pulling you closer to his body, Noah starts to run his hands across your stomach and breasts, soothing his hands against your skin, providing goosebumps to scatter across. 

The water starts to hit and run down your body, providing a soft massage against your joints. Noah’s hands start to work their way around your body, slowly massaging the soap into your skin, taking notes to massage in the process. Your body leaned against Noah’s chest; the water continues to hit your front. You continue to let out soft sighs of bliss. Having Noah’s hands touch you always relaxed you. The psychically relaxation you feel in your shoulders come when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.  

Grabbing the shampoo and conditioner, making sure to use a generous amount of each. Noah made sure to check up on you, making sure you didn’t fall completely asleep and making sure he wasn’t using too much pressure and hurting you. So caring and delicate with you, he would only litter your body with love and admiration never anything less. Noah took any excuse to have right by his side, no matter how small or big the thing he was doing was.  

Cupping your breasts, Noah digs his fingertips slightly into your flesh, massaging the fat around his digits. Dropping his head down to yours, placing small kisses along your neckline. Making his was down, fingers spreading as his hands traveled further down. Noah took his time washing and caring for your body. Asking you if you were okay here and there. Once he was all washed up as well, he would reach out and grab a towel for you both.  

He would step out before you, making sure to hold his hands out for you to grasp, helping you step out as well.  

“Watch your step, princess.” Noah guided softly in your ear as your foot slipped a little.  

“Sorry…” you replied, tiredly.  

The quiet sleepiness came out slowly in a drowsy sense. Your eyes drift open and close again. Your hair is dripping wet behind your back. Noah smiled at you, admiring the beauty before him. He couldn’t be more grateful to someone like you in his life. Grabbing your towel, he slowly starts to dry your hair, gently rubbing and squeezing the water out. Occasionally glancing down to see if you would flinch from your hair being tugged. Patting your arms, chest, and the rest of your body dry, Noah takes the towels, wrapping you both up and making your way to your bedroom.  

Noah laid you down against the bed. Your back pressed against the mattress, feeling like you were on a cloud you started to feel yourself doze off. You hated falling asleep without Noah, so you try to shake your head. Rolling side to side, back and forth.  

Noah stood across the room, taking out two of his tee shirts and a pair of shorts for himself. It was going to be hot tonight and knowing his roommates the ac might be shut off. Turning his attention back to you, he sees you lying asleep. Your chest rising and falling slowly. Your eyes closed, lashes resting against your cheek bones. Chucking to himself, Noah made his way over to you.

Taking his time to change you and get you ready for bed. Wrapping his arms around, under your legs, he hoists you up, laying your head against your pillow. Noah knew this day took you out and exhausted you to the fullest. He appreciated the hard work you put in for him, and he would be sure to thank you gravely the next day. 

Noah continued to run his hands along your thighs and legs. His head resting in your lap, blankets, and pillows littered around your shared bed. Getting off from tour felt even more rewarding for Noah, seeing you as his reward or prize for accomplishing something so difficult.  

Letting out the occasional contempt hum, nuzzling his head further into your body, Noah let out a soft whine. The feeling of your hands coming to a stop from playing with his hair brought out the sound. When home, Noah became very clingy with you. Only your attention on him, nothing or no one else. The first few weeks getting off tour would be hard for the guys. They knew once Noah was home; he was home. He wouldn’t check his phone for a few days. The only way to get ahold of him was to get to you.  

“I’m replying to your band. You know, the one you ghosted since you got back.” You teased from above, bringing your hand back down to the crown of Noah’s head. 

Your fingers softly scratch at his scalp. Noah groaned from below. Not wanting to think of his next few responsibilities. Was it too much to ask to be left alone with you?  

“Tell them to leave you alone. We have a movie to watch.” Noah huffed out. His brow slowly dropped down in frustration.  

“I’m almost done and I’ll be all yours again.” You promised, leaning down, placing a kiss where your hand once was.  

Noah hummed in response, turning his attention back to the television. His hands come back down to your thighs, digging his fingertips into your skin, seeing your skin slowly bounce back up. The soft warmness of your skin providing Noah a human heater. The ac blowing quietly in the back, providing a comfortable temperature for him to sleep. The mixed temperature, your hands and the movie made his eyes fall to a close. Fighting the sleep from his eyes, Noah tries to rub it away. Seeing this above you, reaching down you smooth your hand over his back.  

“Let’s take a nap.” You said before shimming your body lower, coming face-to-face with Noah. Sitting up, Noah allows you to crawl into his arms, welcoming you into his body and chest.  

“A nap sounds perfect.” Noah mumbled from behind you. His words become muffled into your hair. Drawing a chuckle out from you, you grasp Noah’s hands into yours, falling asleep as your heartbeats synched into one. 

Noah's breathes came out in short huffs. His head burrowed deeper and deeper into his pillow, attempting to muffle his whimpers and moans. His hips driving harsher and quicker; eyes squeezed shut from concentration. The sharp exhales of his nose came out quicker. Noah wanted to finish before everyone got back from dinner. Opting to stay back, stating he “doesn't feel too great, going to stick behind.”  

The imagery of you on stage, covered in sweat, flushed cheeks, and messy hair. Backstage Noah stood, zoned into your stage presence. How you carried yourself during ‘talking breaks. Noah switched his memory back to his imagination. Pretending it was you beneath him, praising him to continue, your hand soothing over his head. Each time Noah pictured one of his dirty scenarios, he would feel a bit of guilt. Making his chest tighter and his stomach squirm.  

Noah would shove himself into work, keeping his hands, mind, and body busy. The first plan worked for a few months before he became burnt out and needed a rest. With free time on his hands, nothing to do his thoughts would wander. Enclosing him into driving his hands down his pants. Getting off to the thought of you like a pervert. Any chance you popped into his head, if he was alone, he would start grinding, touching, jerking, his cock until he could finish.  

At times he would go for hours. Your voice is replaying in his head over and over again. The praise and degrading you would do to him. The thoughts of you ordering him around. The things you would make him do for you just to feel good.  

“Keep going, you’re making me feel so good, Noah.” You would purr into his ear. Your breath tickling his skin before you would pull away.  

Once Noah was allowed to work again, it became harder to get back into the rhythm of his plan. Biting his nails anytime you would speak to him or look at his direction, his heart beating faster, hands getting clammier.  

The sound of your voice bringing him closer to his orgasm. Noah would sit before your knees, hands resting on his lap, waiting for your command. Or if you decide to tie him to the bed and use him as you please.  

Noah’s cock fucked into the mattress, rocking as much as he could, clutching the sheets closer to his body. Knuckles turning white from the grip, his head hanging low, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose. Noah would lose control of himself. His mouth became drier as he gasped, and his voice raspier as he begged. Throwing his head back; allowing his cries to be heard, Noah released, leaving a mess inside of his pants. Even with his orgasm, Noah’s mind took ahold of itself. Picturing you standing above him, looking down at him in disapproval.  

“Not only did you finish;” you started, circling around him.  

Your taunting and harshful words would cause more blood to pump into Noah’s cock. Forcing him to hold another erection in his pants. The mess mixing around inside of his pants. The tip red and sensitive from the endless rubbing it’s endured.  

“But you made a mess in your jeans. Dirty and gross.” You would groan in fake annoyance. 

Your fake words would have Noah turned to his back; arms laid out around him. His chest heaved up and down rapidly. Reaching around for his phone, checking the time.  

12:45 a.m. 

“They said they would be back in a few hours. I should have time for another…” Noah reasoned with himself.  

“Shouldn’t pass up the time…” his words flowing out with reason.  

Tossing his phone back to the side, he reaches down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out. Cum drenched his dick, pre-cum mixed with it, slowly oozing more out of his tip. Red and swollen, Noah grasped his tip, teasing it just as he pictured you would. Circling his fingertip around the hole, dipping in slightly, forcing a hissed sound to come from Noah’s lips.  

“F-fuck...” Noah whimpered out.  

His hands still shaky, Noah grasps the base of his dick. Tightening the hold like he pictured you would, applying more pressure and pain before he forced himself to let go. His cock bounced slightly from the throbbing. Jeans bunched and pulled at the hips; Noah pushed them further down, taking them off completely. Reaching further down, Noah takes ahold of his balls, doing the same as before.  

“Y-Y/N, p-please…please do-UGH- “before he would finish, Noah choked as he started to fondle himself.  

You were at the forefront of his mind, doing everything he imagined you would do to him. Pushing himself further past his limit. Seeing how far he can go before he combusts all over himself with you there.  

Noah started to jerk off as he continued to fondle himself, his grip tightening and loosening as he babbled out meaningless words. His orgasm coming closer and closer. Noah felt this would be a big one, one he hadn’t felt before. Excitement bloomed inside of his chest. His pace quickening once again, feeling himself start to cum, Noah aims it at his chest. Trying not to make more of a mess than he already had.  

Leaving his hands in his hands, his shoulders relaxed against the bed. His panting figure laid in silence as he came down from the feeling. His cock sat limp against his body. Figuring that it would be for the night, Noah took his time changing the sheets and showering. The guilt started to ride up in his chest again. Tossing his thoughts and clothes away,  

“Out of sight…out of mind...” He tried to remind himself. 

You and Noah were pretty close friends. You talked almost every day, played games together, went out sometimes and even flirted occasionally. You figured it was all harmless. You thought it was either a joke or a harmless little comment he would make. 

The truth was that Noah was very possessive of you in private. He was smart and made sure he did and said things in ways that left you wondering alone at night what he meant. Behind your back, he would make it clear to everyone you belonged to him. Glaring at every person who shot you a flirty glance your way. If a guy came and asked him about you for a hookup, Noah would shoot it down immediately. 

“She’s not interested; you aren’t her type.” Noah would say, keeping it short and simple before leaving.  

If it was another night of partying and you had too much to drink, Noah would be attached to your hip for the rest of the night. Noah would become angry, biting cheek, clicking his tongue, biting his lip, anything to shut him up from doing something stupid.  

“She’s mine, back off.”  

That sentence would start to come out increasingly as you became with Noah. Your relationship slowly blooming into something more important to you both, something that you really wanted to make happen but thought otherwise. Dominance towards you became more prominent. The same usual playfulness but something was different about him. Standing closer to you, leaning his knee against yours when sitting together.  

Tonight, Noah snapped. Seeing your back pushed against some guy's chest, your ass grinding into his cock didn’t. Noah fumed in silence as he watched from afar. Noah kept his back against the couch. His hands balled into a tight fist. Waiting for the perfect moment to come up and snatch you away again. This time he wasn’t going to fight this feeling. He was going to take what belonged to him.  

Forcing himself up, Noah makes his way over to you. The music blasting loudly into his ears, his strides slow and steady. His pockets were stuffed with his hands. Hiding away the anger, he felt towards the dancing.  

“Hey, Y/N, it’s time to go.” Noah spoke up loudly over the music.  

You continued to dance with the guy, not noticing the 6’3 man standing before you. Watching as you ignored his sentence. You weren’t drunk or even tipsy; you just wanted some fun. You didn’t notice it, but the guy dancing with you placed his hands on your hips, bringing you in closer. Noah took a dislike to this, grasping you by your forearm and pulling you away.  

“Hey, man! What the hell!” The guy spoke up, brows furrowed. He was clearly pissed, but Noah didn’t pay any mind to it.  

“Noah? What’s wrong?” You asked below him; the lights behind him cast an eerie shadow before you. Noah looked a lot more intimidating and bigger.  

“I said it’s time to go.” Noah spoke calmly. His hand still held a tight grasp around you.  

“Hey! Who is this guy?! Hey, man! We were dancing.” The guy continued from behind you. 

Turning around, trying to calm him down, you flash him a smile.  

“He’s just a friend” you say. Praying this would dilute whatever was boiling up. You could feel a pit in your stomach growing as Noah snapped his head towards you. 

He looked even more upset than before. Like you said, something that offended him. Noah’s lips turned down into a further frown, his eyes slowly squinting at you before turning back to the other guy.  

“We aren’t friends….” Noah started, staring into the guy's eyes. Noah wanted to make it clear he wasn’t staying, and he wasn’t leaving without a fight, especially with you. 

This statement caught you off guard, pulling your mouth down into a small ‘o’ shape. You felt a little hurt when Noah said that. You felt your hurt pang a little, were you guys' not friends?  

“She’s mine, and we are leaving.” Noah finished his statement before taking one last glance at you and pulling you away.  

The rest of his statement caught your breath. You didn’t expect either one of those things to come out, but he said to them both. While Noah tugged you away, you stayed stunned. His hand felt bigger and warmer compared to yours. Laced between each other, tied together for a short moment before everything changed.  

Noah continued through the house, looking for an empty room to take you into. After about 3 minutes, he finally found a place.  

Entering the room, Noah pushed you back against the door. His hands placed on each side of your head, squaring you off. He couldn’t let you go this time; he wasn’t going to let you go home with some guy or go home alone. Noah wanted to make you his, officially. There was only so much flirting, waiting and yearning he could do before he decided no more.  

“I can’t sit by you and pretend like I don’t have feelings for you. I’m tired of watching you go and dance with some other guy or even just looking in his direction.” Noah started. Before you could speak, he continued.  

As Noah started to speak, his hands started to fall down beside you, lower and lower. Passing your hips down to your thighs.  

“I really want you. In so many ways that even God would have to cast me away from you.” Noah continued.  

Feeling his fingertips slowly trail up and under your skirt. The ticketing feeling being left behind as your pussy started to become wet. He wasn’t saying anything dirty per say but you could tell there was more meaning than what he said. Your hands fly up to Noah’s arms. You were a little nervous since you’ve never done more than flirt with him. Your breath shaky and shallow the further his hand trailed to the trim of your panties.  

Dropping his head low, resting his forehead against yours, noses barely brushing. Noah clenched his eyes closed in anticipation. He felt like this was the most he had ever spoken. It made Noah want to be swallowed up, but he couldn’t take it anymore.  

“You make me feel a calmness I haven’t felt in years. You bring me so much peace and chaos and I can’t help but crave more from you.” Noah’s voice became raspier and drier the more he spoke.  

“Tell me…tell me to stop and I will…” his voice now cracked down to a pleaded whisper.  

“I want…more...” You spoke up in a hurry, quicker than you would have liked.  

Noah’s eyes spring open upon hearing this. Bringing his eyes to yours. Looking for any sort of hesitation. After some seconds of waiting Noah reached further up, taking ahold of the seam of your panties and tugging them off. Noticing the laced pattern on them, he looks back your way. The happiness he felt came to a close when the quick thought of you wearing this for someone else came to mind.  

“Who did you wear these for?” He queried your way.  

Bunching them up in his fist, Noah shoves them in his pocket. Pictures of you in different types of lace started to play in his mind as well. He could bet pretty good money how sexy you looked in all of it. He would have to put that theory to the test.  

“Don’t worry about it. There’s plenty of time to tell me.” He states, smiling before pulling away from you. Using his left hand, he takes your arms. Lifting them above your head. This caught you off guard a bit. Using his free hand, Noah trailed to the bottom of your tee shirt. Tugging slightly at the bottom.  

“You look pretty hot, baby. Let me cool you off.” Noah offers with a smile.  

Cupping his finger under, he starts to lift your tee-shirt enough to stay bunched up at the top. Your matching bra on display. Noah let out a short cat-call whistle. 

“Well, my, my…. Would you look at that…” Noah spoke in awe. 

Before he continued, Noah leaned closer to you. “Is this okay?” He asked, waiting for your response before continuing. 

“Yes.” You reply, nodding your head shortly. 

Nodding as well, Noah continued what he was doing, using his free hand to tug your boobs out of your bra, leaving them on display for him. Continuing back down from toying with your breast, Noah slowly starts to finger you. 

Circling your clit, building up your wetness around his fingers. Slightly toying with your entrance as you start to become soaked. Noah’s cock throbbed inside of his pants. You looked so slutty for him. If you told him this would have happened tonight, he would have laughed.  

Noah kept your hands held up above your head, using his left hand. Your back pushed up against the bedroom door. Noah’s right hand, pushing his digits further into your core. Curling his fingers, fucking into you harshly. Feeling your gummy walls tighten around him. His fingers digging deeper into your pussy, pushing more of your wetness out. Each pull back was a deeper push inside. Pulling back out, circling your clit, applying more pressure and forcing more moans out your mouth.  

“Your pussy is so wet for someone who you consider a friend.” Noah growled in your ear.  

Such a simple word made Noah’s body pulse with rage. After everything he’s done for you, and you repay him by referring to him as something so small. Your legs shook from the sensations Noah was giving you. Leaning forward onto his shoulder, trying to muffle your moans.  

“It’s okay, baby. No one can hear you, anyways.” Noah reassured you from above.  

Placing kisses along your neck, leaving the occasional bite behind, Noah made his way up into your ear. His breath leaves a warm cascade over your skin.  

Your skirt pulled to the side, while your panties sat in Noah’s pocket, allowing you to drip onto the floor, making a mess below your bodies. Quiet dripping sounds continued to fall in the background, fading into dust. Focused on Noah and what was happening, you didn’t care about the mess. You felt so confused but so good. Many questions flooded your head, mixed with the thoughts of letting Noah take you home.  

“Mmm, I wonder how you taste... sweet I bet...” Noah moaned at the thought.  

Pulling back slightly, your eyes capture his, holding eye contact Noah retracts his hands, a string of your wetness leaving you connected. Bringing it up, Noah takes them into his mouth. Slowly sucking off your taste from the digits. Everything he was doing was filthy and beyond. Tasting you, Noah rolled his head slightly back, showing off his neck tattoo, humming to himself.  

“Makes me want more…” he thought to himself. 

Bringing his fingers back to your pussy, shoving the digits in deeper, picking the pace back up. Your mouth falling open, you let out another moan. This time your body leaned up against the door. Allowing your voice to carry out a little louder than before.  

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” Noah praised on.  

Switching between fingering your pussy and rubbing your clit, Noah pulls back, admiring his artwork. Your shirt pushed up to your chest, exposing your tits, bra pulled away. Groaning and biting his lip once more, Noah pulled you in for a kiss. Shoving his tongue into your mouth, lips becoming tangled. Letting go of your arms, they drop below you, too tired to hold them up. Placing your hands around his forearm, finding your balance once again.  

The deeper your kiss turned the more Noah pushed you further against the door, his chest pressed against yours. His hands falling down to your hips, the very place that man touched you. Noah’s nails dig into your skin, forcing a whimper out of your lips into his mouth.  

“N-Noah…. Noah, please…. don't stop...” you begged out in a quiet gasp. 

This brought a smile to Noah’s lips. Your voice sounded so good, asking for more. At first, he was worried everything would change and you would be upset with him. Your eyes holding a glossy look, your mouth slightly agape. Your hair messed up from his touch. 

“I want to take my time with you…” Noah purred pulling away from you.  

Using his free hand, bringing it up, Noah cups your cheek. Using his finger to gentle sooth over your skin. The heat warmed his hand further. Trailing it down further, he cups your chin, lifting your head towards the ceiling. Bending his head slightly lower, he takes a better look at the marks he’s left on along your neck. Cutting you off, Noah pulled completely away. Readjusting himself in his pants so he “doesn’t show” while you made sure your skirt, bra and shirt looked okay. You trusted Noah fixed your hair for you, but you knew that probably wasn’t possible. 

Noah took a hold of your hand, straightening your skirt and clothes in the process before making an exit of the room. You could feel your wetness slowly role down your inner thigh. Noah pocketing your panties was not the best idea, leaving you to make a dripping mess during your exit. You couldn’t help but get embarrassed at the thought of someone entering their room and seeing that on their floor. Noah continued to push past the crowd of bodies, making quick and easy goodbyes on the way out.  

Keeping you close, Noah walks you to his car, opening the door, and shutting it. Your cheeks hurt from the heat radiating from them. You hope Noah wouldn’t notice the redness spreading across your face as he took a seat. Shoving your hands to your lap from biting your nails, looking out the car window now. Your head turned away from him; you couldn’t look into his eyes yet. Shops, houses, trees, passing by. Music from Noah’s CarPlay played in the background, filling the silence between you both.  

Noah is sitting in the driver's seat in silence, vibrating with minimal patience. He couldn’t get home any quicker; he needed you. Thoughts bounce back and forth during the drive, contemplating if he should just pull you over and take you as you are. That single thought brought his lip between his teeth. How pretty you would look cock-drunk bent over in his backseat.  

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, Noah let out a quiet sigh. The sexual tension between you both growing by the minute.  

Noah would be putting you through a lot for the rest of the night. Testing your body, seeing what you like, and what turns you on. The excitement continued to bubble in silence as you made your way home.