CW: 18+, sexually explicit language,masturbation, nudes, sexting, phone sex, video call,humiliating nicknames, slut, whore, etc. male and female orgasms,
To ask if you miss Noah would be an understatement—you NEED him.
Unfortunately, you couldn't be there for the first concert of the national tour, and you probably won't be able to attend the next ones either due to unforeseen family issues that forced you to travel far from Los Angeles.
Noah was about to cancel the tour to go with you, but you told him not to, as the tickets had already been sold and some dates were already sold out, so it was out of the question.
Even so, he promised to call you before and after each show. He needed to know that you were okay and that the situation with your family wasn't affecting you too much.
It was around 12:15 a.m. when he called you. You were lying in bed in your old room, his name lit up on the screen.
You told him exactly what he wanted to hear, that you were fine, as were your parents.
“So, your brother will be sent to a rehabilitation center.... What did he do this time?”
“More like what didn't he do,” you said, the anger and exhaustion evident in your voice. “He relapsed again and everything got worse. It's like I'm the sister of the fat guy from ‘The Hangover’. Noah... he can't stay calm for even a week!”
“I know, sweetheart, I know your brother is difficult to deal with, and that you have to be there to scold him with your parents because they think he'll listen to you more than them, even though he's almost my age, right?”
“That's true, but my word won't make much difference,” you sighed and pressed the bridge of your nose. “I would have loved to be there. I saw the photos and the video on Instagram. I've never felt FOMO in my life, and seeing that made me jealous of all those people... plus I saw a video that pointed out your sexy butt.”
You heard him chuckle on the other end of the line.
“Do you miss me or do you miss my butt?” he said.
“I miss you and your butt... I probably miss your dick a little too.”
“Mmm... I see...” You heard a soft sigh on the other end of the line. “I see...”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Your voice came out a little rough, a little hoarse.
You bit your lip just thinking about it. He was probably in his bunk on the bus, you hoped, alone, fucking himself with his own fist because you weren't there to calm his concert adrenaline rush.
“No, although I should be doing that, but using my tits~”
“Damn it, don't say that... you know I'm addicted to when you do that to me, especially when I take your tits to masturbate and you lick my tip... God, what I would do to you right now, y/n...”
It was impossible how slutty you could feel when Noah talked to you like that. You could already feel the wetness in your panties and how you squeezed your thighs together to create friction.
You immediately undressed. Your door was locked, so no one would suddenly come in and disturb you.
You turned on the flash on your phone and posed, giving a good view of your naked body, and sent the photo to Noah. He let out a moan.
“You're a bitch... You're lucky I'm not here because I'd be fucking you without a condom in your bed.”
You could hear the wet sound of his fist against the moisture on his skin. You received a photo from Noah's chat, and it was a photo taken from above, his tattooed hand holding his cock from the base, his shirt lifted up to his chest and his boxers halfway down his thighs.
You licked your lips, put two of your fingers in your mouth, sucked them, and brought them to your pussy, caressing it carefully. You were already quite wet, and how could you not be, listening to your boyfriend's moans and looking at that photo.
You weren't silent at all, you were just loud for Noah, moving your fingers just as he had told you to.
“Awww...my little slut, is touching herself thinking about my cock...”
The moans came out of your mouth unconsciously, you were going at your own pace but you wanted more.
“A damn photo isn't enough, I need to see you, I want to see you naked and wet.”
The video call notification came to your phone, and with your free hand, you accepted and saw Noah masturbating, pointing the camera at his cock and you at your wet pussy.
“Move your fingers faster...”
You obeyed, moving them faster, your moans increasing along with his. You always said it, but the sexiest thing about Noah was that he didn't stay quiet when they had sex.
“I love that you're obedient... I hate the distance, I'd be licking your breasts while you ride me.”
“And I would have slapped you because you always end up biting my nipple... damn it!”
You felt a tickling sensation in your abdomen and how it swelled a little.
You were reaching your climax.
“God, please, Noah...” You were breaking down, your nipples were already very hard.
He laughed at you, but you saw how he threw his head back, the look of pleasure on his face was so erotic, you wanted to take a picture of him and save it for your own fantasies.
“You can still take a little more, I want to feel your pussy throbbing while I'm inside you.”
You moaned at the suggestion, he could see how your folds glistened thanks to your lubrication.
“Or even better, make love to you and record it... and every time I miss you, I'll watch that damn video, your beautiful moans, how you writhe when I have you on all fours... damn...”
Your moans mingled, yours high-pitched as always, his hoarse. He was so weak for you and knew you would soon be ovulating thanks to linking your menstrual calendar to his phone (and because that way he could know when you had chocolate cravings during your period).
“Damn it... y/n... I'm going to...”
“And... me too...” you moaned, your hand already aching from the position, but you kept going.
“Come for me, princess... at the same time... both of us.”
Noah was already sweaty, his penis very pink and leaking pre-cum, even his nipples erect.
This was definitely something they had to repeat soon.
The strands of hot semen from his cock flew out, hitting his abdomen and a little bit on his boxers. The heat in that small space ended up fogging up the camera a little. You came moaning his name, your orgasm wetting your bed sheet. Your breathing and his were irregular.
It took them a while to recover. You saw him wipe himself with his own boxers, and you laughed.
Noah threw his hair back, his gaze lost, and then looked at you, smiling to see that he wasn't the only one who had fallen.
“Yeah... I'm definitely not the only one who misses someone.”
