Summary: request! You and Noah are best friends. You have a nightmare, and go to his room for âcomfortâ and it leads to more.
Warning: smut. Light choking, spitting, p n v, no protection. (Donât be silly wrap your Willy), confessions.
A/N: I LIVE for best friend Noah trope, and I will die on that hill. Just something about it idk. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this!
The soft glow of the monitor illuminated Noahâs room, casting playful shadows across the scattered posters of his favorite bands and the disarray of empty energy drink cans that marked his relentless gaming sessions. You had always admired how effortlessly he inhabited this world, immersed in his video games, his fingers dancing over the keys with an intensity that matched the power of his voice on stage. But tonight, something felt off.
You stood there in the doorway, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt tears spill down your cheeks. The remnants of a bad dream clung to you, swirling like dark clouds in your mind. The kind of dream that felt so real, it left you gasping for breath, desperate for solace. You didnât want to burden Noah, but in that moment, you needed his comfort.
Noah turned, his focus diverting from the flashing screen to the scene unfolding in front of him. His brow furrowed in concern as he took in my tear-streaked face. âHey, whatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice soothing and steady, like a balm easing the rawness inside you.
âI had a bad dream,â you admitted, swiping at your tears with the back of your hand. âI⊠I just wanted to sleep in here with you for a bit.â He didnât hesitate. His face softened further, and he pushed back from his desk, pulling the comforter down on his bed to let you crawl in. âOf course. Come here.â
You smiled weakly, grateful for his immediate understanding, and crawled into his bed behind him, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent mixed with a hint of his cologne enveloping you like a comforting embrace. As you settled in, he place the comforter over you, covering you up.
The steady clatter of keys filled the room again as Noah returned to his game, his concentration palpable. You nestled into the plush blankets, staring at Noah's back, where his T-shirt hugged his frame. The familiarity of this setupâyour routineâmade your heart ache just a little less. You watched as his fingers flew over the keyboard, seamlessly navigating this digital world, while you breathed in the scent of the night, feeling your eyelids grow heavy.
âWhat were you dreaming about?â he asked, not looking back but knowing you could hear the genuine curiosity behind his question. You hesitated, the nightmares still fresh in your mind. âIt was⊠something about losing everything.â You sighed, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you. âEverythingâ being Noah, but for some reason you felt too shy to admit it. âI guess I just didnât want to be alone.â
Noah turned slightly in his seat, finally facing you, his expression softening further. âYouâre not alone,â he reassured you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. âYouâll never be alone, not with me around.â His words melted away the remnants of fear, and you nodded, closing your eyes. The rhythmic sound of his gaming, coupled with the presence of him in front of you, worked their magic. You felt your heart rate slow, your breaths evening out, the bond between you knitting together the shadows lurking in your mind.
As you drifted off, you realized how lucky you were to have him not just as a best friend but as a safe haven. Noah was your anchor in lifeâs turbulent sea, and no matter how dark the dreams got, you could always find your way back to him, to the calm that followed the storm.
Hours melted away as night deepened, and eventually, the sounds of gunfire and adventure quieted. The gentle creak of the chair as he finally pushed back from the desk was the only sound in the now quiet room. He padded softly to the bed, where warmth awaited him in the sheets. With a soft smile, you were turned away from him, falling deeper into the cozy embrace of your blanket.
Hours later, you stirred, awakened not by the gaming sounds but by the steady pressure of Noah's warm body against yours. It was 3 AM, and you blinked against the fog of sleep. The world outside was still and quiet, but inside the room, the air felt heavy and electric.
As you shifted slightly, your skin prickled; the heat rising from his chest was almost overwhelming. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and there was something primal in the way your body responded. You fidgeted a little, half-trying to find comfort in the heat of his body and half-trying to quell the growing warmth inside you.
In his sleep, Noah sensed your restlessness. He pulled you closer, instinctively, as if there were an invisible cord tying you together. His hand slid from the gentle curve of your hip, caressing its way down your thigh, back and forth in a soothing motion. The intimacy of the gesture sent ripples of electricity along your skin. Each brush of his fingers felt deliberate, yet almost accidentalâa mix of sleep and somnolent desire.
You couldnât help but breathe a little heavier, caught between the comfort of his presence and the fluttering anticipation that it stirred within you. The warmth of his touch ignited something soft and sweet in your chest; it was a reminder of how the two of you were woven into each other's stories.
Noah stirred slightly, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You closed your eyes and enjoyed this moment of connection, of safety and heat, wishing the boundaries of sleep could melt into something deeper. But then, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the moment, you turned back to face him, brushing your fingertips against his cheek. In response, he cracked an eye open, the sight of you pulling him from the depths of dream. âHey,â he whispered, voice husky with sleep. âDid I wake you?â
âNo,â you replied softly, though the warmth pooling in your stomach might suggest otherwise. âJust couldnât sleep." A knowing smile spread across his lips, and without breaking your gaze, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand found its way back to your hip, resting there as if anchoring you both to the moment. âYou feel warm,â he murmured.
Your heart raced. It was an innocent statement, but the way he looked at you made your breath hitch slightly. âMaybe itâs just you,â you teased gently. He chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through both of you. âGuess weâll have to see how to cool it down, then.â The playful glint in his eyes was infectious, inviting you in to share something more than just a sleepy embrace.
With a reassuring squeeze, Noah shifted closer, the gentle pressure of his body melding perfectly with yours. The simple act of being together, of sharing warmth and heartbeats, enveloped you in a cocoon of safety and promise, where, at that late hour, the lines between friendship and and something more blurred.
You settled against him, your bodies fitting together as if they were always meant to be, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, with the moonlight spilling across the sheets and the quiet pulse of the night surrounding you, you knew this was where you belongedâall tangled up in warmth, affection, and the sweet thrill of shared dreams. You turned back around, letting him pull you closer to his chest.
The soft, rhythmic sound of his breaths against your shoulder made your thoughts race. You were acutely aware of how close he was, as though the air itself crackled with unspoken words (or were those your thoughts stirring up a storm?). You could feel his gaze on you, and it sent delightful shivers down your spine.
Breaking the silence, Noahâs voice slipped into the darkness. âYou know,â he began, his tone casual yet thick with a hint of vulnerability, âsometimes I just⊠canât help but think how beautiful you really are.â His words lingered in the air, catching you off guard. A rush of heat flushed your cheeks, and you felt your heart stumble for a moment.
You turned slightly, just enough to glance back at him, gauging his expression. There it wasâthe sincerity in his eyes that had always drawn you in, yet tonight, it felt different. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken confessions, until finally, he continued, "I know youâre my best friend, but⊠thatâs not all I feel for you anymore."
Your breath caught in your throat. Did he just say what you think he said? Your mind raced through all your late-night talks and laughter-filled days, every moment where youâd sensed something more but had ignored it, afraid of ruining what you had. Yet, somehow, amidst the swirling emotions, something inside you sparked.
You found yourself leaning in, the distance between you shrinking in an almost magnetic pull. Before you could process it, you pressed your lips to hisâa tentative brush at first, as if testing the waters of this new and unfamiliar shore. And then the floodgates opened.
Noah kissed you back with a fervor that almost knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you melted against him. Every brush of his fingers sent jolts of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that chased away the coolness of the night. Your heart raced as your kisses deepened, your lips moving in a synchronized dance laden with a hunger that had been building silently over the years.
In a flurry of movement, the playful kisses turned intense, your bodies intertwining like vines reaching for the sun. You felt his hands explore, tracing along you sides, gripping your ass, pulling you into him as though his life depended on it. Your fingers tangled in his hair, the warmth of him igniting passion that you had kept at bay for so long.
âAre you sure about this?â he murmured between kisses, his voice husky with desire. You could only nod, lost in the moment, your body answering before your mind could fully comprehend. Nothing had ever felt this right, this exhilarating.
The world around you faded, and it was as though only the two of you existed in a bubble where only you mattered. Every caress, every kiss ignited a longing that had been buried beneath layers of friendship. As you lost yourselves in each other, it became clear: this was no longer just a moment; it was the beginning of something beautifully inevitable.
Noah cupped your face, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against yours with a softness that quickly ignited into something deeper. Suddenly, Noah shifted beneath you, pulling you onto him so you were straddling his waist. The shift caught you off-guard, and your breath hitched as your bodies pressed against each other. The world faded awayânothing existed but the two of you and the heat radiating between.
With a firm grip on your hips, Noah guided you gently, yet purposefully, making you grind against him. The sensation sent waves of electricity racing through your body, and you gasped into his mouth, the kiss growing more fervent, more desperate. His hands navigated the small of your back, fingers digging in just enough to stoke the fire brewing within you.
âGod, Iâve wanted you for so long,â Noah murmured against your lips, his breath warm like a summer breeze. âSame,â you managed to breathe out, lost in the rhythm of your movements, the sensations blurring everything else. Every kiss ignited a spark, every brush of your bodies fused your hearts a little closer. You didnât want to think about anything else but this moment, this connection.
The air was thick with the scent of passion, of promises whispered in stolen moments. Noahâs hands roamed your body with purpose, his touch igniting every nerve ending, making you feel alive in a way you hadnât expected. The kiss pulled you deeper into each other, the heat between you transforming the quiet night into a sanctuary of longing and love.
As the world faded into the background, all that mattered was the way his lips moved against yours, the way he held you close as though you were the only thing anchoring him to this reality. And for the first time, you both embraced the feelings that had been waiting to spill forth, allowing the night to carry you into uncharted territory together.
Noahâs hands gripped your hips tightly before they began to move, traveling slowly up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle yet sure touch, they slipped under your shirt. His fingers brushed your skin, teasing and exploring, igniting sparks wherever they touched.
A soft moan escaped your lips as his hands found their way to your tits, squeezing firmly yet tenderly. It was a bold move, one that made your heart thud harder in your chest, and you couldnât help but arch toward him, inviting more of his touch. His eyes darkened with desire as he pulled away for a brief moment, his gaze wandering over you as if he were committing every detail to memory.
With a deliberate slowness, he lifted your shirt off, your heart pounding harder as the cool air kissed your skin. The look in his eyes as he admired you was almost overwhelmingâan intoxicating mix of admiration and hunger that made you feel both shy and undeniably powerful. You could see the way his breath hitched, and that knowledge sent a thrill through you.
You leaned in closer, your skin brushing against his, a silent invitation for him to explore further. The connection between you two deepened. Where this would lead? The thrill was in the unknown. his hands quicly find purchase on your hips, gently but firmly pushing you off him. You landed softly on your back, a playful gasp escaping your lips as he climbed on top of you, his body warm and welcoming. His lips found your neck first, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.
he nipped at your skin, a playful bite to your tits and teasingly licking your nipples, you could feel the heat rising within you, an unquenchable fire igniting at his touch. His kisses traveled lower, down your chest and past your ribs, each one igniting a spark of desire deeper within you. You could hardly catch your breath as he continued his journey down your body, your heartbeat drumming in your ears.
When he reached your underwear, his fingers slid lightly along your drenched folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster. âYouâre so wet for me baby,â he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill through you.
Feeling bold, you arched your back slightly, craving more of his touch, urging him on. With a slow, deliberate motion, he traced the outline of your body, his fingers a gentle tease, while his eyes remained locked onto yours.
Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him a flicker of both excitement and vulnerability filling the space between your bodies. It was thrilling, knowing you could share this intimate connection with someone who cherished every moment as much as you did. He gave you one last look, his eyes filled with pure lust, and excitement.
You softly bucked your hips, desperate for his touch. âPlease Noah.â He smiled, finally pulling your now soaked panties off of you. You let out a sigh, as the cool air hit your soaked core. You lifted your thighs, letting them fall open before him. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â He groaned, bending down, placing soft kisses against the insides of your thighs.
When his mouth finally met your core, he went all in. His tongue slowly licked up your slit, before flicking your clit. You let out a desperate moan, softly grinding your hips against his tongue. He moaned against you, sending shivers throughout your body. He flattened his tongue, running it up and down a few more times before pulling away.
âI need to feel you.â He groaned, lifting up and removing his shirt, and the rest of his clothes. He laid back on top of you, capturing your lips in another kiss. This kiss was slow, and intense. As his tongue licked into your mouth, he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned into his mouth at the delicious stretch. Once he bottomed out, he sat still.
He grabbed your neck softly, this thumb and forefinger under your jaw, turning your face towards him. âAre you okay?â You bit your lip, staring deep into his eyes. All you could do was nod. He squeezed his fingers that were around your throat tighter, before laying his forehead on yours. âUse your words.â He growled, and pulled his hips back, and thrusted into you a little harder this time.
âFuck yes, please.â You whined, the pressure on your throat making you feel lightheaded. You loved it. He kissed your lips one last time. âGood girlâ he kept his hand firm on your throat, as he thrusted into you hard. You gripped his forearm, as he pounded into you roughly. âFuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me.â He grunted.
You wanted to speak, to agree with him but you were too lost in the pleasure. âThis pussy is mine right baby? All mine.â You nodded your head the best you could with his fingers around your throat. âYes yes yesssâŠâ you whispered. His hand left your throat, grabbing your jaw, making your mouth open up. âStick out your tongue baby.â Without a second thought, your tongue was out. He smirked down at you, before spitting directly on it. You groaned at the taste of him.
He pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach and grabbing your hips pulling them into air. You arched your back as much as you could ready for whatever you he wanted to give you. A sharp slap landed on your ass, as you whined. He rubbed the red skin, before dragging his tongue from the base of your spine all the way up between your shoulder blades. You let out a whimper at the contact. Your spine was so sensitive, it felt like heaven.
He reached under you, cupping your tits and pulling you up against his chest. He groaned sliding back into you, before whispering in your ear. âYou sound so pretty baby.â You lifted your hand, grabbing the back of his head, tangling your fingers into the back of his short hair. He pounded into you again, fast and hard. You could feel your orgasm reaching its peak.
âYou gonna cum for me sweetheart?â You nodded frantically, chasing that feeling. His hand left your chest, his fingers gliding down your body until they met your clit. He rubbed it softly, while still thrusted hard into you. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, as your orgasm wracked your body. âThatâs it baby, good girl.â
He continued thrusting, as you rode out your high. He then pushed your head down to the mattress thrusting hard chasing his own high, before pulling out, and flipping you onto your back. You watched as he fucked his fist a few more times, releasing all over your chest and stomach. He crashed down beside you, as you both just laid there catching your breath.
âIâll be right back,â he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, as he slipped out of bed. The sheets rustled softly as he swung his legs over the edge. You watched him, admiring the way his muscles moved under his skin, each movement a testament to his careful dedication to fitness. He walked toward the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps light on the hardwood floor.
In those quiet moments, you relished the atmosphere the scattered remnants of your laughter still dancing in the air. You closed your eyes and let your thoughts wander, savoring the intimacy of just being together.
A moment later, he returned, holding a damp rag and a teasing smirk. âThe clean-up crew is here,â he joked, his voice playful, and the warmth in his eyes drew you in. You couldnât help but laugh softly at his theatrics.
Gently, he dabbed the cloth against your skin, his movements tender and careful, treating you like something precious. Each stroke felt soothing, apologies woven into the fabric of his gentleness.
The rag soon fell aside as he moved closer, enveloping you in his embrace. âBut in all seriousness,â he said softly, his tone shifting to one of sincerity, âI love being close to you like this. It feels⊠right.â
You looked up into his eyes, recognizing the depth of his words. In the momentary silence, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you intertwined in the serenity of shared vulnerability. It was sacred, profound, and you couldnât help but feel grateful for it all.
With a soft kiss on your forehead, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you in against his side. As he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you snuggled closer, content to let the warmth of his body seep into yours as the moon light cast a shimmering glow through the curtains. In that perfect, intimate quiet, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together.
