Michael x Noah 🙏

9. ~Bored~

⚠️ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT! You've been warned! ⚠️

Michaels pov:
It's been around 3 weeks of living at Noah's house. Not gonna lie, it's been boring. The same thing over and over again. Here, I'll just give you the rundown:
• Work til' 1am (everyday but Monday and Tuesday)
• Go home (Noah's sleeping)
• Wake up at 8-9:00am
• Noah goes to meetings that last all day long
• Only talk at dinner
• Repeat
The only thing that keeps me entertained is texting and calling Hannah.
I think even Noah is feeling a bit bored, whenever I see him, he's got this look in his eyes.
Right now he's at a meeting, shocking, I know.

Noah's pov:
"So it's settled? Next mission: One month from now. Any questions?" I ask my team. God, this meeting was way longer than expected.
"Sir, you have mentioned the team were attacking has a lot of people, how are us six gonna beat them?"
I sigh, "Maya, you do realize we're one of the strongest Mafia groups out there? I'm not saying we're the strongest, but we come pretty close."
"Yes sir!"
"Dismissed." I tell them all. I want nothing more than to be home. Home with Michael. I feel so bad, I can't bring him here though, we could be attacked at any given moment.

Once everyone is out of the office, I organize a bit and then head to my car. Before I start driving, I notice my missed text messages from Michael.

Michael 😘😆:

M: Noah where r u? (4:17pm)
M: Noah r u good? (4:36pm)
M: Noah I'm getting lonely...(4:58pm)
M: Noah I'm actually kinda scared (5:20pm)
M: Please reply... (6:03pm)

Shit... it's almost 7:00pm... I feel so bad...

N: I'm on my way home babe
Delivered.
Not even a second later-
Read 6:51pm

M: NOAH WHERE WERE U?
M: IM SCAREDDDDD

N: Babe- why?

M: Gee I wonder?
M: It's because I don't know my way around mansions!!!
M: I can't find your goddamn light switch!

N: Haha- just stay in my room and use the TV

M: That's what I've been doing-

N: well I'm gonna start driving so I'll see you soon baby

Finally, I start to drive home. I roll the windows down even though it should be cold, it's not. My office is hella hot.

I finally make it home and see the outline of my door blue from the glare of the tv. I walk in and see Michael lying on my bed, wrapped in blankets.
He looks at me and smiles. Well, for a second, then he remembers he's supposed to be mad at me for not hanging out with him.
"Hmph." Michael just lays there, trying to act all mad at me.
"Oh we're still playing that game huh?" I say to him, taking off my shoes.
"It's not a game. I'm mad at you." He says, still not looking at me.

I walk over to him and grab his chin with my hand, forcing him to look my way. "Is that so?"
He doesn't look my way with his eyes. "Yes."
"Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me." I run my other hand down the outline of his body. I know that doesn't work since I always run my hand over the outline of him but I could still feel him melt into my touch.
"I said: Look me in the eye, and tell me you hate me."
He shook his head as much as he could with my hand still on his chin.
I smirked and sat down next to him, my other hand rests on his hip, the first hand still on his chin. I bring his face close to mine and kiss his lips, him kissing back.

Soon, the kiss becomes more passionate, our lips against each others in sync with the other. I press my tongue against his teeth, hoping he'd get the hint. He opens his mouth and our tongues fight with each other.

I pull away from the kiss, both of us breathing a bit heavy. I run my tongue down his chin and into his neck. I move my hand on his chin, down to his other hip to hold him in place.
I first start by kissing his neck, getting the smallest and softest little "Ah~"'s out of him every once in a while.
I start to bite a few spots, at first, I bite lightly, but when I notice I don't get much of a reaction, I bite down harder.
Michael squirms a bit at that, but I keep him in place by applying more pressure to his hips.
I can hear his shaky breathing while I continue to bite down on his neck, sucking a few of the spots that bleed.

I begin to take off his (my) hoodie that he was wearing. He let me, and I threw it on the floor. I moved my mouth to his collarbone as I do this.
He tried to hide arms as soon as I took off the hoodie, but I already knew the scars were still there, I know they won't go away.

"M-mph~" Is all I hear from Michael the more I bite down.
I pin him down to the bed as I lay over him, kissing down his chest.
He keeps trying to squirm. Every time he squirms though, I pin him down harder.
His moans turn me on even more the more I hear them escape his lips.

I start to pull down the sweatpants he was wearing, he didn't try to stop me. He let me do it, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
"Are you sure this is okay?" I ask him, I don't want him to actually, actually hate me.
"Y-yes~" Michael says in response, moaning the word just a bit.

I pull off his boxers, placing my hands on both his thighs. I run my hand up and down his thighs to see how much I can tease him before I get a reaction.
"Noahhhh stop! Stop teasing me!" He says after a minute or two.
I put two fingers up to Michael's mouth.
"Suck." He does as I say. After about 15 seconds, I pull my fingers out of his mouth and line them up with his entrance.
I wait a second and look at him, triple checking if he's okay with this. He nods and I insert my fingers, pushing them in and out, starting off slowly.
Michael moans a few times.
"Please... faster..." he says in a moaning way. I quicken the speed, almost hitting his spot.

"Please... I want the real thing..." Michael says as he runs his fingers over my belt.

I take my belt off, after, removing my pants and boxers. I'm left with nothing but my shirt now.
I pull my fingers out of him and line my length up to his entrance, slowly pushing in.
"A-aaah~" Is all I hear from Michael. Once I'm halfway in, I slam the rest into him.
"AHH-" Michael screams. I quickly cover his mouth, knowing the others are in the house.

I move in and out of him, each time, quickening the speed. All I can hear from him now are those muffled screams of his.

After a bit, I pull out and put on some comfy clothes, throwing Michael one of my hoodies and some comfy pants.

I lay back next to him after changing and cuddle him.
"Do you still hate me?" I joke.
"How could I?" Michael said as he nuzzled his head into my neck, and fell asleep.

Help I was actually so scared to post this!!

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