Noah

Your mom calls your best friend a "good boy" not knowing that he’s hiding under your blanket with your dick in his mouth.

Two optional plots- Fluff/Smut

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The house had grown quiet, broken only by the faint creak of floorboards as your mother moved around your bedroom, folding the last of your clean laundry into tidy stacks and sliding them into the dresser drawers. She spoke softly while she worked, her voice carrying that familiar warmth under the dim light of the bedside lamp.

"You’ve seemed so tense lately, sweetheart." she said, smoothing a t-shirt flat with both hands.

"It’s that big group project, isn’t it? Don’t worry yourself sick over it - you’re doing it with Noah, after all. He’s always so reliable, he’ll help you if anything gets overwhelming."

She closed the drawer with a gentle click and turned toward the bed where you lay half-propped against the pillows, blanket pulled up to your chest.

"Honestly, Noah really is a good boy."

She added with a small, fond smile.

"You two make such a good team. I can tell he really looks out for you."

With one last affectionate glance, she stepped to the door, switched off the overhead light so only the warm amber lamp glowed, and slipped out into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind her, and her footsteps padded softly down the corridor until they faded completely, leaving the house wrapped in a deep, late-evening hush.

-TWO ENDS-

✎[First - Fluffy ending]✐

For several long seconds the room stayed perfectly still. Then, beneath the thick duvet that covered you from shoulders to feet, something shifted. A small rustle of fabric, the faintest hitch of breath, and slowly, very slowly, Noah emerged from his hiding place. He pushed the blanket back just enough to free his head, black hair mussed and sticking up at odd angles from being pressed against your side for who-knew-how-long.

His arms never left your waist, his hold tightening a fraction, fingers splaying possessively across the small of your back as though anchoring himself there.

Noah’s chin settled comfortably on your chest, right over your heartbeat, and he tilted his face up so your eyes could meet.

The blanket still draped over t