#noah request

Noah watched you flutter about the living room with fondness, fluffy wings and halo bouncing in time with your steps. Each time you bent over to light a candle, he craned neck, hoping to catch a glimpse of what little you told him you were wearing underneath. If you noticed him staring, you didn't say anything.

With the final candle lit, you flicked off the lights and turned toward Noah, a bright yet mischievous smile on your lips. You sauntered over, taking your rightful place in his lap. He smiled up at you, settling his hands on your waist.

You looped your arms over his shoulders and leaned in, mirroring his grin.

"Did you enjoy your birthday slash Halloween party, daddy?"

Noah slid his hands to your hips, silently urging you higher in his lap. "Hm, yes I did, baby. Thank you."

He hummed against your lips when you kissed him, a soft, teasing thing that promised more. You trailed your fingers down to the clerical collar adorning his black button up and tugged at it gently.

"Would Father like to unwrap his present here or somewhere more appropriate?" You whispered.

Noah slipped his hands under your dress, hoping to find a waistband to tug, but found none. He hummed thoughtfully.

It was supposed to just be a stupid drunken thought.

“I’ve never… had an orgasm before.”

Noah couldn’t hide his shock if he tried. He asked a million questions you didn’t have the answers to and desperately tried to change the subject. Eventually he did and didn’t bring it up again until the next week under similar circumstances.

A few drinks in and feeling a buzz, Noah asked again. You relented and told him it’s just never happened. It not like you weren’t trying; you amassed quite a collection of toys, knew where and how to use them, but you just couldn’t get off. And maybe if you both were sober, Noah wouldn’t have offered to help and maybe you wouldn’t have agreed.

But he was far more attentive and gentle than you expected, asking for permission before giving you the most heart stopping kiss. Constantly checking in any time he noticed even the slightest change in body language. It was more dizzying than the alcohol, flooding your sense with a weird… affection that you’ve never had for him before.

The flush of color on his face and the sight of him between your thighs made you heart race. Again he asked for permission before peeling away your panties.

“May I?” The warmth of his breath fanning over your center made you gasp. You gave a small nod and whispered approval.

Your eyes fluttered and you closed your thighs around Noah’s head as you felt his tongue dip into your folds. He moaned when you reached for his head and gripped as much of his short hair as you could. Noah and his mouth were relentless. He was doing everything he could to make this enjoyable for you.

There was pressure building in your abdomen that almost concerned you. It brought about a tingling in your thighs and toes that was equally unfamiliar. There was a tightness in your chest that accompanied the change in your breathing. Before you had a chance to warn Noah, your body stiffened then trembled. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. Noah kept lapping at you for what seemed like forever, coaxing you through the intense pleasure and wanting your first orgasm to last as long as possible.

When it became too much, you weakly call his name and tugged on his hair. You released his head from between your thighs. Before pulling away completely, Noah left a few light kisses to your still trembling thighs.

His mouth and chin were wet from you. Your eyes wandered to his cock threatening to burst open his shorts. He followed your gaze and smirked.

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

That was the Noah you knew.

He moved to hover over you. Your breath hitched.

“Do you want to taste?”

You answered his question by pulling him in for a rather sloppy kiss. You both moaned—you at the dirty obscenity of tasting yourself on his tongue, him for the same reason.

Noah broke the kiss to ask if you wanted anything more. You weren’t sure what he meant by that until he placed his hand above your pussy.

“I want everything.”

His soft smile made your heart flip. He leaned down and kissed you just as softly.

“Then I’ll give you everything.”

He went to remove your shirt, but stopped when you asked. Even though he saw and tasted the most intimate part of you, you weren’t quite comfortable baring all for him. He respected you wishes and instead discarded his shorts. You gawked unabashedly at his size. He was far bigger than any of your toys. You weren’t sure how he would fit.

As if he sensed your apprehension, Noah reassuringly kissed your cheek.

“I’ll go slow.”

He pressed the head of his cock to your clit, circling it a few times before sliding down to your entrance.

“Take a breath,” Noah instructed. You did as asked. You stiffened as he slipped the head inside, already feeling a stinging stretch.

“And out,” he sighed as he slid the rest of his cock inside.

You felt so incredibly full as you clung to him. You couldn’t think of anything other than how he stretched you and hit spots so deep you couldn’t imagine. It felt like he was going to tear you in two. He shuddered with his first thrust, muttering a breathless “oh fuck.” The second made you gasp a weak call if his name.

Noah pressed his forehead to yours, the scent of of still heavy on his breath. “Are you okay?”

“More than.” You replied breathless.

He smiled and kissed you again.

“I love getting to know you like this.” 

True to his word, Noah went slow, allowing you feel every inch of him with every thrust. He used your sounds to direct his rhythm, and when he felt you starting to clench around him, he pressed his fingers to your clit.

You arched into him and dug your nails into his back. The same feeling from before coursed through you, this time promising to be even more intense. You let Noah guide you there, giving in to the euphoric bliss. With another cry of his name, you let pleasure consume you, unable to control your trembling if you tried. Noah kept going, quickening his pace the closer he got. He grunted in your ear with every thrust.

“You did so good,” he praised. “So good for me. So, so good.”

The moment Noah pulled out, before he could fully wrap a hand around his cock, he came, shooting his seed all over your pussy, groaning obscenely as he coated you in white. You gasped and squirmed feeling the sticky substance dripping down your slit.

Noah hovered over you once more when he was finished, body wracked with heavy breaths.

“That was a little too close.” Noah huffed laugh.

You chuckled and grabbed his face, bringing him in for a kiss. You could feel him smiling into it.

Noah was just as much as tease as you. At this point, it’s become a game. Subtle and not so subtle caresses, lingering kisses, distracting each other in the middle of mundane tasks with kisses so deep and passionate. Noah strutting around in only his short athletic shorts and chain, you “forgetting” to throw a shirt on after your shower and walking around topless. A constant game that Noah always loses, not for a lack of trying though.

Today’s game was won thanks a new black lace teddy. You ignored Noah’s searing gaze. His wandering hands were a different story however. He said he just wanted to feel how soft the lace was. He stayed true to his word for a moment, but quickly grew tired of his façade. You let him explore the lingerie, leaning your head back against his chest while he groped your breasts and pressed himself against your ass. You could feel his cock growing with every caress of your body.

One of his hands traveled down your front, stopping just above your center. You bit down on your bottom lip to mask your smirk. Noah moved it lower, pressing a kiss to your neck as he slipped his hand between your thighs. He used his middle finger to run along the fabric, only to discover there wasn’t any. He groaned against your neck.

“Bedroom now,” was all Noah said.

He tried to persuade you to forgo cuffing him, but that’s not how the game was played. Despite his protesting, you knew he didn’t mean it.

Noah sighed heavily as you freed his cock from his shorts. There was already precum leaking.

“Do I turn you on that much?” You asked before kitten licking his tip.

“You don’t even fucking know.” Noah pulled on his restraints, arching desperately in hopes of getting you to take more of his cock.

You watched him struggle to keep his eyes open, all flush faced and pouty. You place a hand on his thigh and gently squeezed, prompting him to look at you, only for his eyes to immediately roll back as you dropped your jaw and took all of him down. You stayed in place listening to Noah whimper and pant until you gagged.

Not bothering to wipe the drool from your mouth, you straddles his hips, slotting his spit slicked cock between your slick folds. Noah pulled on his restraints again and breathed a swear. He writhed under you, trying desperately to slip inside but failing every time. You always loved how good desperation looked on him.

Noah could never say no to you. He was wrapped tightly around your finger and gave you anything you ever wanted. So when you came to him with strap in hand and so sweetly told him “I want to be the one fucking you this time,” of course he agreed.

He thought about it all night on stage. His cock was aching and there was an intense burn in his gut that blazed brighter every time he glanced your way. Your smiles were innocent on the surface, but Noah saw the lustful intent hidden in your eyes. He couldn’t wait to be back at the hotel.

The world seemed to stop as Noah stared at you, donned in only the strap, his own clothes in laying in a pile somewhere in the room. You beckoned him over with a curl of your finger. His feet felt like cinderblocks as he closed the distance.

Gently, you pushed him on the bed. He watched you coat the silicone with lube. He spread his legs without prompting, giving you plenty of space to get comfortable. You smiled kindly at him and Noah swore he heard an angel sing. It was so easy to fall in this roll with you, give himself over completely. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you wouldn’t make this enjoyable for him.

The way Noah’s mouth dropped and cheeks flushed paired with the breathless whine of your name as you eased your cock inside was almost enough to get off to. His hands settled on your hips, nails digging into the skin and creating crescents. You just laid for a while, letting him adjust and selfishly enjoying the sight of him so pretty underneath you.

“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” You praised. Your eyes were fixed on the cock disappearing inside Noah, hypnotized by the way he took it so well.

He grew restless. Noah squeezed your hips, trying to urge you to move. He needed you to move, craved and needed to feel the drag of your cock. He knew he needed to ask, but words were hard—sounds weren’t though.

Noah whined, hoping that would be enough. For a few teasing and subtle thrusts, it was. Then you drilled again and Noah felt frustrated.

“P-please just” Noah begged, tears lining his eyes, “I just need you to fuck me.” 

And you did—thrusting into him with force and taking great pleasure in his pretty little high pitched whimpering and flushing of his cheeks. He was adelightful mess. His moans drowned out your gentle praise. All that could be heard was Noah falling apart and the creaking of the bed.

There was no warning when he came, surprising you both. He whined through his climax, apologizing for spilling so suddenly and without permission. Any other time, he’d swiftly be punished, but you gave him a reassuring kiss and told him it was fine.

“We’ll work on it next time.”

You didn’t miss the way he tried to hide his shiver and his soft moan at the thought of a next time.

A long day and scorching hot shower later, you found yourself on the couch with Noah, a movie going in the background. Noah was half paying attention, you were half listening with eyes closed as he rubbed your feet. Noah’s eyes kept flicking between the movie and your red pedicured toes. He didn’t exactly have an ulterior motive when he offered a foot massage, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about giving them a little taste, or what it would be like to have them against his cock.

He glanced at you. Your eyes were still closed, breathing steady and calm. Surely you wouldn’t mind if he just…

Noah brought one of your feet to his mouth and softly kissed the ball of your foot. He waited for a reaction but received none, so he did it again, this time with a touch more force. You stretched out your toes. Noah brushed his lips across your toe pads, silently inhaling a shaky breath. His eyes fluttered closed as he took your big toe between his lips. He sucked it gently while lightly swirling his tongue around it. He didn’t realize the loud groan his let out. Noah dropped a hand to his crotch, ready to palm his erection only to find your other foot running against the outline in his joggers.

Noah’s eyes shot open and he removed your toe from his mouth, completely embarrassed. He stared at you like a deer in headlights. He wanted to apologize, but the words were stuck and heavy on his tongue. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to force the weight past his lips.

You pressed your foot harder against his bulge, causing Noah’s eyes to flutter and to moan.

The movie was long forgotten as you toed at his waistband, doing your best to pull the front of his pants down until his cock spring free. He sighed at feeling of your foot rubbing against him. A whole body shudder rippled through him as you swiped over his tip a few times then dragged back down his shaft. His hips worked in tandem with your foot, helping you turn him into a depraved, noisy mess. You’d talked about things you were into many times; there wasn’t a lot you two didn’t talk abt as best friends, but Noah never mentioned anything about feet. It was new development—one you also found enjoyment in.

Throwing away at shame he had, Noah brought your foot back to his mouth and shoved your toes back in is mouth and sucked. His moans were loud and feral, barely muffled by the mouthful of toes. You tried to slot his cock in the space between your big toe and second toe, but it was too thick to fit.

He thrust faster against your foot, desperately chasing after his approaching climax. The closer he got, the more he sucked until his orgasm barreled through him. His head fell back against the couch, semen staining his shirt and covering your toes. When he finished, Noah grabbed your other foot, licking it clean of his seed with an obscene groan.

The credits for the movie rolled. You fixed Noah with an amused smirk as he pulled your toes from his mouth

“Feet, huh? You never struck me as a foot guy.”

Noah blinked, a flush of color brushing across his cheeks, suddenly very embarrassed.

“I—“

You cut him off with a gentle shove to his chest with your foot.

It’s been weighing heavy on your mind all day. It wasn’t unusual to find yourself and Noah tangled up on the couch and invading each other’s personal space, never minding his need to be close to you. His hugs always seemed to linger a little longer with you. He always wanted an arm sling across your shoulder, even going as far as holding your occasionally. His hand always found your thigh when you sat. It never bothered you until it did.

You noticed he was far less affectionate with his other friends, at least publicly or when you were around—except for Nicholas. Those two were attached at the hip long before you came around. If Noah wasn’t draped over you, he was draped over him, invading his space much like he did yours.

“Are you this touchy with your other friends?” You asked out of the blue. You knew the answer, you’ve seen it with your own eyes, but Noah was oblivious?

He glanced at you, not giving anything away in his expression.

“…No.”

You didn’t bring it up after that, but there was a definite shift in your friendship. He backed off, fearing he made you uncomfortable. His hugs didn’t last as long; you missed the weight of his arm on your shoulder and the warmth of his hand on your thigh—but he couldn’t help it. Noah’s hands and warm embrace consumed you again, feeling more desperate than ever for your own warmth and grounding comfort. Except now, every gentle touch was accompanied with a forehead kiss or a kiss to the temple. Your heart fluttered every time his lips touched your skin.

The lines blurred between simple, intimate friendship into territory unfamiliar to your both, neither knowing how to traverse the new terrain surrounding you. It confused you terribly because Noah seemed to not have any inclination to what he was doing. He didn’t notice the newfound spark in his eye every time he looked at you. He didn’t notice just how much closer he got to your lips every time he kissed your cheek—though you suppose you can’t fault him for not knowing how he looked at you. It’s not like he could see it in your eyes either.

“We’ll always toe that fine line but never actually, like, cross it, will we?” Noah asked one day while you were snug between his legs, his fingers slowly stroking soft lines up and down your thighs.

Did you want to cross that? You weren’t sure. Would the risk outweigh the reward? Was it worth potentially losing someone so significant if things fell apart? Was your friendship worth the pang in your chest every time Noah held you close or brushed his lips against your cheek?

He rarely smoked, and when he did, it was never alone. It was always either with your or Folio. He preferred smoking with you though, bc you were so pretty to look at and were very distracting, often ignoring the rumbling in his tummy in favor of just staring at you.

You were none the wiser, chalking it up to him just being high and not knowing he was staring. But he knew he was. Oh did he know it. You could’ve been Medusa and he’d still stare.

He always thought the warm fuzzy feeling he got around you and rapid pace of his heart was due to the weed, but when it started happening when he was sober, it started to click for him. And he couldn’t exactly tell you sober, could he? What’s that saying about drunk thoughts being those of sober mind, or something?

So he blurted it out, clearly without thinking.

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.”

He’s thought about it forever. The only way he’d know if he was right is if he got you on his tongue.

You were taken back, and suddenly all his staring and not so subtle touches made sense. If he wanted to, why should you deny him?

“Then why don’t you?”

And Noah’s more grateful than usual that you wore a sundress that day bc he doesn’t think he’d be able to rip jeans off of you.

For as sweet as Noah could be, sometimes he could be brat, a real pain in the ass. He a had real mouth on him, talking a big game to work you up but cowering away when you pushed back. Always wanting to toe the line but never wanting to cross it. You were sick of it. So you decided to do something.

Up to his usual shenanigans, he was in your personal space, crowding you air and standing much too close just bc he could. His breath was warm on your ear, whispering dirty things that were very unbecoming of a best friend. A hand on your thigh and curving lips on the shell of your ear. You trapped his hand with your other thigh, swinging it over so he had nowhere to run. Noah tried his best to hide his surprise.

You stared firmly back at him, waiting for him to crack. It didn’t take long, maybe a few seconds before you saw him swallow thickly. You moved quick, surprising you both at your speed. You pushed him back on the couch and sat in his lap. He looked up at you like an animal caught in a trap. You pinned his hands above his head and leaned down so you were face to face.

“What’s the matter, Noah? Cat got your tongue?”

He stayed quiet, squirming helplessly under you. You could feel the beginnings of his cock hardening. He tried to stay still, but you took it upon yourself to grind down him, making him let out an involuntary breathy moan. He couldn’t help the subtle movements of his hips as you kept slowly rolling yours.

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” You brushed your lips against his.

Noah made a move to kiss you, but you pulled just out of reach. His eyes were wild. You released one of his hands and grabbed both his wrists with one hand. Your grip wasn’t that strong and if Noah really wanted, he could easily break free.

“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” You tease.

“What do you mean?” He responded, voice thick with rasp.

He watches as you pull aside you panties and crawl up his body.

“I seem to remember you saying something about how long you could hold your breath.”

Noah locked eyes with you. You smirked.

“I also seem to remember you bragging about your pussy eating.”

His gaze wandered to the space between your legs as you scooted closer.

“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, Noah, or are you all talk?”

Now hovering over him, you watch his gaze flick between your center and your eyes. His hands settle on your hips and guided you to sit. His breath is warm and his tongue tentatively kicks into to you. Your head dips back with a loud gasp. You feel his muffled moan before you hear it, the vibrations rippling through you. You quickly learn he has every right to be so cocky, but you’d never admit that to him. His short nails dug into your skin, prompting you to drag yourself along his mouth and tongue. His nose brushed your clit and you jolted.