Noah Sebastian//one shots

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Summary: y/n and Noah are bestfriends/house mates and y/n is an INNOCENT virgin, but she has been so horny for days, but can't seem to satisfy the urge. So Noah offers his help.

Warning: guided masturbation, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft dom Noah, praise. Nothing crazy, actually kind of sweet, talk about growing up religious.

A/N: I've had this thought for DAYS. I finally decided to write it all out. Kind of short, sorry about that. Please enjoy!

"FUCK THIS" I groaned, pulling my hand out of underwear. I've been at this for an hour and half now. Nothing is working. My fingers, my brand new vibrator, porn. NOTHING is getting me off. Probably because I haven't really done this before a week ago.I am a 25 year old woman...and virgin. Now before you judge, it's not all my fault. I grew up in a super religious family. Church every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday. My parents were so extremely strict, I never had freedom. I was never able to do anything, or go anywhere. I never had friends, unless they were from church. Then there was the number one rule "NO BOYS." As soon as I turned 18, I fled that house. I went to college. I never went back. I don't have a great relationship with my parents because of that. So as a result of growing up the way I did..even at college I didn't really have the social skills to make friends, or meet any guys...I just stuck to studying, and eventually graduated.

Then I started working as a full time producers assistant. That's how I met Noah. He was in the studio one week, working on some tracks. I was there the whole time. We talked a lot, got to know each other. We became great friends. I met the rest of the band, we got a long really well. Now here we are 2 years later, I moved in with Noah and the guys. I ended becoming Noah's personal assistant, and the rest is history. I groaned rolling over to check the time on my phone. 11:30pm. I sat up kicking my comforter off, and sliding out of my soaked panties making my way to the kitchen. The whole house is dark, and quiet. The boys just got done with the tour, so all the guys went home to see their families. It's just me, and Noah. He's definitely probably passed out in bed by now.

I padded across the cold tile, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. I filled it up with water, and hopped onto the kitchen island. I chugged the water down, placing the empty glass beside me. Dropping my face into my hands, I let out another sigh. I couldn't stop the tears of frustration from falling down my cheeks. I have all this pent up frustration that I can't do anything about it. Probably because I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't know why I didn't start trying to get to know myself sooner. Growing up the way I did, and then going without as long as I did...I just never had the urge. Ever since I moved in with Noah, I've experienced all these different feelings. Im not blind, Noah is my best friend, but he's hot. Probably the sexiest man to walk this earth. Like when he walks through the house without a shirt on? It feels like my entire body is on fire. When he calls me sweetheart, angel? Instant butterflies.

One time he hugged me, and his hands were just above the top of my ass and I almost lost my mind. I continued to let silent sobs escape, until a soft voice made me freeze. "Angel?" My head shot up, looking towards the hallway. Noah stood there in his joggers, his hair a mess. He wore a concerned look on his face, as he walked over to me. "What's going on sweetheart?" He cupped my cheeks in his hands, wiping my tears with his thumbs. I shake my head, giving him a small smile. "It's nothing Noah. I'm fine, I promise." There is no way I'm telling him. Oh you know, just can't make myself cum. So I decided to come in here and cry about it. "You're obviously not fine. Please, tell me." He spoke so softly.

He readjusted to stand between my thighs. He was so close, I could feel my heart speed up, and my face flush. I'm not wearing panties. Noah and I have always been able to be honest with each other, but this is humiliating. He knows I'm virgin, but the idea of telling him I can't even get myself off is next level embarrassment. "Everything is okay. I'm just..." the words caught in my throat. One of his hands left my cheek, landing high up on my thigh. "Just what?.." His hand felt hot to the touch. I could feel my pussy throbbing. He has no idea what he does to me. God I really need to stop thinking about him this way. It doesn't help when he's the close to me.