Summary: Noah is on tour for the first time since you’ve started dating. He’s been gone for two months, and you’re not handling it very well.
Warning: Fluff, unprotected piv (wrap it up), sweet Noah, soft dom Noah.
A/N: This thought popped into my head, and it just seemed so sweet. So I had to write it out🥲
The room was dimly lit, the fading sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. You let out a heavy sigh, collapsing onto your bed, a familiar weight settling on your chest. Two months had passed since Noah left for tour, and the distance felt heavier than ever. It gnawed at you like a persistent ache, one that found an outlet in your heartbeat. Each day bled into the next, a monochrome cycle of work and waiting.
You had spent the day buried in paperwork and meetings that felt far too tedious to endure. No matter how hard you focused, your mind drifted back to Noah—his laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when he was excited, the gentle touch of his hand on your skin. You replayed old conversations in your mind, moments of warmth that felt so distant now. He called whenever he could, his charismatic voice a balm for your aching heart, but it was never quite enough.
After a quick shower, you changed into your softest pajamas, feeling an avalanche of exhaustion wash over you. Tonight, you needed to hear his voice, to bridge the yawning gap that separated you. You picked up your phone, your fingers trembling slightly as you tapped out a message.
His reply came just moments later, and your heart plummeted the moment you read it.
‘Hey baby, I can’t at the moment. I’ll call as soon as I can.’
His words felt like a slap, the last bit of resilience you had evaporating in an instant. You put the phone down, staring at the blank screen, your thoughts spiraling into despair. The silence of the room enveloped you, accentuated by the absence of him and the way he could fill any space with warmth. Rolling over, you buried your face in your pillow and let the tears flow freely.
The world outside faded away, melted into a blur of muted colors and distant sounds. You were alone, utterly alone. The anxiety you already suffer with daily feeling 100 times worse. Each sob rattled through your body like a storm, releasing the pent-up frustration and longing that had buried itself inside you. Loneliness clawed at your heart with vicious claws, whispering doubts in your ear as you cried.
The gentle hum of the night enveloped the room, a stark contrast to the emotional storm that had engulfed you just hours before. While tears clouded your vision and sorrow gripped your heart, sleep finally claimed you, wrapping you in its oblivion. The world faded away, and for a brief moment, you found solace within the quiet sanctuary of your shared bed.
Noah's return was a surprise. The tour had been grueling, filled with endless nights under stage lights and overwhelming applause, yet none of it mattered as much as the thought of you. He had missed you fiercely, but the sight that greeted him as he entered the bedroom tugged at his heart with a pang of helplessness.
There you lay, as beautiful as ever, the soft rise and fall of your chest a soothing rhythm. But the deep breath he took turned heavy in his throat when he noticed the telltale signs of your distress—splotchy cheeks and the remnants of tears that lingered like an unfished chorus on your skin. It grieved him to know you had been alone, battling your emotions while he was miles away, lost in the frenzy of touring.
Moving quietly, Noah slipped off both his hoodie and shoes, careful not to wake you. Every step felt like an apology, a way to express the love that burst inside him like a thousand firework blooms. He climbed into the bed beside you, the mattress creaking slightly, but you remained blissfully unaware. Noah's heart raced as he positioned himself beside you, engulfing you in warmth as he slid under the comforter, shielding you both from the world.
He hesitated for a heartbeat, admiring the beauty of your face, still marked by sorrow yet painted with the gentle brush of sleep. With a determined tenderness, he pulled you against him, feeling your body mold into his—a perfect fit amidst the storm. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a vow to shield you from all the sadness that dared creep into your mind.
“I’m here baby,” he murmured, his voice a mere whisper yet thick with promise. Even in his exhaustion, he would fight against the shadows of your fears. It didn’t matter that he had flown halfway across the world; at this moment, all that mattered was right here, with you.
The warmth of his embrace began to seep into the crevices of your dreams, unwinding the threads of distress and weaving in comfort in its place. As you nestled your head against his chest, Noah’s heart beat steadily, providing a new lullaby—a sound that would coax you into a peaceful slumber, where worries could wait just a little longer.
In that quiet room, cradled within each other, the world outside ceased to exist. The distress that had carved itself into your life faded, pulled away by the strength of his presence. You were no longer alone.
You open your eyes, the room bathed in darkness. The little light you had from the moon shining through the curtains, helping you find your phone on the bedside table. You picked up, to check for any texts or missed calls from Noah. You suddenly noticed the quiet sound of steady breathing behind you, as you jumped up onto your knees spinning around to find Noah sleeping peacefully beside you.
You were in shock. Your hands flew to your mouth, as you tried to keep your happy cries quiet as to not wake him up. He’s here. You thought he wasn’t supposed to be here until his tour was over.
Your hands shook with excitement, as you tried to keep yourself from jumping on him. He looked beautiful, his brown hair tousled from sleep. He laid on his back soft breathes leaving his plush lips.
You examined the rest of his body, the comforter had slid down to his waist at some point during the night. You let your eyes travel down his throat towards chest, and down to his hips.
Looking over every tattoo, like you haven’t seen them a hundred times already. You struggled , trying to keep yourself together but you couldn’t anymore.
As silent tears fell down your cheeks, you softly threw your leg over his hips straddling him. You placed your palms on his abdomen, running them up and down his smooth skin.
Noah stirred slightly, a quiet murmur escaping his lips as his large hands instinctively reached to pull you closer. You felt your heart race at the contact; it was like the world around you melted away, leaving just the two of you in that dimly lit sanctuary. You could hardly believe your eyes or your luck—he was here, in your bed, warm and safe, as though he’d never left.
You leaned down, brushing your lips softly against his chest. It was a gentle touch, one that spoke of everything you wanted to say but couldn’t quite find the words for. His skin was warm and familiar, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Memories of late-night phone calls and sleepless nights waiting for his texts rushed back, but all those worries and the ache of distance seemed trivial now.
Noah began to wake, his eyelids fluttering open as a sleepy smile broke across his face. “Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
“Hey,” you responded, still struggling to keep from crying with joy. “I thought you were still on the road.”
“I was,” he said, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “But we have a few free days, I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to be here with you.” He whispered.
You felt your heart swell at his words. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” you admitted, your voice shaky.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” he grinned, his brown eyes sparkling in the dim light like stars emerging in a night full of possibilities. “I missed you so much, it hurt, you know?”
You nodded, feeling a flood of emotions surge through you. It had been harder than you expected during the months he had been away, and nights like this one, where everything felt perfect, had felt like distant dreams. But now—now he was right here, and it was real.
You leaned down again, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, craving the warmth and connection. His hands found their way to your ass, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. your senses flared; the warmth of his breath mingled with the intoxicating aroma of his cologne, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.
You moaned softly when he gently bit your bottom lip, a playful spark igniting in his deep-set eyes. The sound you made told him everything he needed to know, and with a grin that sent shivers racing through you, he flipped you over with ease.
Now, he hovered above you, a vision of love and intensity. The shift in dynamics filled the air with an electric anticipation. You looked up at him, heart racing, pussy clenching in response to the way he gazed down at you..
“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, sending a ripple of excitement coursing through you.
“exactly this,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. His presence was overwhelming yet comforting, a paradox you’d come to adore.
His lips quirked into a smile, and he lowered himself to brush his nose against yours. “I love you so much.” he murmured, his breath mingling with yours, creating an intimacy that enveloped you both.
His eyes sparkled with adoration as he leaned down to plant soft, teasing kisses along your jawline, and down to your neck. Each touch ignited flames of desire, making you arch your back and lean into him, craving the heat between you both.
“Tell me what you want,” he encouraged, his mouth hovering just above your skin.
You swallowed hard, emotions swirling wildly within you. You had always been the quieter one, but tonight felt different. There was a magnetic energy that emboldened you. “I want you…all of you.”
With a swift motion, he captured your lips again, the kiss deep and hungry, filled with everything left unsaid. It was intoxicating—the give and take of your breaths, the way your bodies moved together seamlessly, as if choreographed by some unseen force.
He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression intense and sincere. “You have me” he smiled, running his tongue over the seam of your lips. You groaned, your fingers finding the waistband of his sweatpants. With another kiss, you reached inside pulling his already hard dick out.
He sighed at the feeling, dropping his head into your neck. “Fuck baby.” He groaned as you slowly stroked him. After he had enough, he pushed your hand away, sitting back on his knees pulling your pajama shorts and underwear off. You let your thighs fall apart, silently begging him to finally touch you.
He reached down slowly running his thumb back and forth over your swollen clit, making you gasp. “You know I love taking my time with you baby, but I can’t wait anymore.” He breathed, laying back over you and positioning himself right at your entrance.
You nodded, as he kissed your lips pushing into you slowly. You both groaned against each others lips, as he stretched you out. You could almost cry at the feeling. You had missed it so much. He turned his head, biting and sucking the skin of your neck, as his hips snapped against yours.
“Fuck Noah….I love you.” You whined, as he continued filling your body with so much pleasure. “I know baby, I love you too.” He grunted at his hips sped up. He reached up, grabbing your jaw, and turning your head towards him. He gently shoved his thumb between your lips, pressing it against your tongue.
“I need you to cum for me baby, I’m not gonna last long.” You whimpered around his digit, before he pulled it out, and pressed it firmly against your clit rubbing it quickly. “Oh fuck! Yes yes yes.” You whined, as his hips sped up more now pounding into you. “Fuck baby you feel so fucking good. You’re fucking perfect.” He panted down at you.
You whimpered and moaned, as you looked down between the both of you, watching him fuck deep into your swollen pussy. The sight alone, had you reaching your peak, as you clenched around his dick. He grunted, fucking through it. “Good girl baby, just like that.”
After a few more thrusts, his hips faltered and he emptied himself inside you. He collapsed on top of you, as you both laid there catching your breath. He finally lifted his head, looking down at you with a smile small. He pecked your lips, as you reached up, running your fingers through his hair. “I missed this so fucking much.” He smirked, before pressing his lips to your neck again, his voice a quiet whisper. “Good. Cause I’m not done with you yet.”
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