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muwapsturniolo · 6 months

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✯CYBER SEX 2✯

THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

Trust me when I meet him, I'm fucking him on sight

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.

MPT 1, GPT1, GPT2

"Next...Next...Nex-Oh he's cute!" Y/n gives Mika a dirty look. The two girls were currently in Y/n's apartment, going through the submissions for the contest. The contest ended two days ago and the girl had gotten around 1k submissions. She had already gone through 10 submissions alone, now she has her friend with her and they are trying to go through the rest together.

Mika didn't want to go through the submissions with her, but with the promise of free food and one hundred dollars, Mika caved.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you know he's ugly." She points to her laptop which has a picture of a guy. "Come on he's not that bad! Ok let's look at his entry form!" Mika snatches the laptop and starts reading things out. everything about him seems normal until they get to his sexual interests.

"Ok, so it looks like he enjoys bondage, roleplay, sla- WHAT THE FUCK!" Y/n looks at Mika with crossed arms and a raised brow.

"He's into weird shit isn't he?"

"What the hell is a slave kink?! Like does he want you to call him Massa and tell you to take his conservative dick?!" Y/n falls out in laughter at Mika's disturbing words. "Yeah immediate no! I'm deleting this submission, fuck that!" Mika does just as she said, and deletes the entry, closing the laptop right after.

"That's enough for today, let's go get something to eat." Y/n groans and shakes her head, "Mika come on! I have to get this done!"

"And we will! But you promised me food and after that slave shit, I need some food. Let's go to Randy's and get a burger or something!"

The two girls leave the apartment, making their way to Randy's. The diner wasn't that far from her apartment, with it being a college town and all it was easy to travel on foot.

They make it to the diner pretty quick and walk to their usual seat. As they are walking, Y/n gets a phone call from her mom. “Hold on, I have to take this.” She walks back towards the door, completely missing Mika accidentally bumping into someone, "oh shit my-Matt?" Matt smiles awkwardly seeing the girl from the library.

"H-Hey Mika, how are you?" He adjusts his glasses and his backpack, putting more of his weight on his right foot rather than his left. "I'm good! Hey, did you ever send that girl the picture? you never updated me and everyone else on it." He laughs shyly, rubbing his neck.

"I uh yeah I did…I actually sent a video." Mika claps excitedly.

“That’s great! What did she say?! Are you guys going out now!? Did you have sex!?” A few people give them weird looks making Matt’s cheeks burn a bright red. He gives the guests of the diner an apologetic smile before turning back to Mika, “I-umm. Y-yeah she liked it… and no we haven’t gone out yet but s-she did like it.”

He does his best to make his lie believable. It’s not like he could tell the girl that he submitted a video of him drunk and jerking off to a cam girl. She would probably call him a weird loser…or maybe even an incel.

“Well, at least she liked it! Hopefully, you get a girl soon!” She playfully nudges him making him laugh.

“Sorry, it was my mom asking me how school is going.” Y/n walks up attempting to put her phone back in her purse. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the girl approaching them. He feels his body run cold and he quickly looks down, “S-sorry Mika I-I have t-to go!” He rushes past the two, bumping shoulders with Y/n as he darts out of the diner.

"Well, he was weird." Y/n mumbles, eyeing the boy through the windows. She watches as he climbs into a sleek black car. Mika gently hits her arm, "Shut up! He's not weird he's just really shy. He's actually a really nice guy. He's supposed to go out with me and the girls soon." Mika explains as they sit down.

They order their food and it’s soon brought to them.

"What were you talking about with Matt anyway?" Mika finishes chewing before answering the question.

"Sasha had asked him randomly if he ever took a dick pick after Jordan sent her one-Wait Jordan sent her a dick pic? Even after he cheated on her?-Yeah and it was a shitty one too! Made up for nothing! Anyway, Matt said he never took one but he had the opportunity to send one to a girl. So we decided to help him, teach him the best way to take the best picture."

Y/n scrunches her face up, "Wait, you had to help him take a picture of his junk? Is he like a virgin or something?'' Mika shrugs and dips her fry into her shake.

"I'm pretty sure, I mean don't get me wrong, he's cute, but he's super shy and awkward. I'm surprised he even wanted to send a dick pic considering he seemed really interested in his studies." Y/n hums and plays around with her food, her mind stuck on the boy with glasses.

Y/n huffs for what seems like the thousandth time. She's been home for about two hours now since going out with Mika. Her time was spent still going through all the submissions. She found a few people she would choose so she wrote their names down before continuing.

"Why did I do this to myself?" She mutters as she fixes the blue light glasses on her face. She feels her mouth getting dry, so she exits her room to grab a glass of water. When she walks back, she sees her cat walking along the keyboard of her laptop.

“You’re so annoying,” she grumbles walking to her bed. She sets her cup down on her nightstand before moving the brown cat. She goes to close her laptop, wanting to deal with the entries tomorrow, but stops in her tracks seeing a familiar face on her screen.

“There’s no way.” She thinks to herself.

She snatches the laptop and stares at the entry infront of her.

There’s no way that’s him…Right?

She sits down on her bed, analyzing the picture. It looks just like the boy from the diner, glasses and all. Granted she wasn’t able to get a good look at him due to him rushing past her with his head down but she had to admit,

He was attractive.

He had a bit of a beard, not a burly one but one that enhanced his jawline. He had brown hair that looked as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. His face was adorned by a pair of oval brown glasses, complimenting his facial features well. His eyes were a dull blue, looking as if he was tired when taking the picture.

If Mika’s claims are true with him being into his studies, it was most likely he was studying when taking the picture.

She opens up his application and begins to read his answers.

She finds herself smiling when she reads about his hobbies, finding it interesting that he’s majoring in film. She begins to wonder what his favorite movies are. She reads that he loves Lego sets and looks over to the unopened boxes of Legos on her desk.

Wanting to know more about him, she continues.

“Triplet? Jesus Christ his mom had her hands full.” Her curiosity is peaked and she grabs her phone and opens up Instagram.

She searches for his name and clicks on the first profile. Sure enough, it’s his account.

He only has 100 followers, most of them being family and the few people he met in school. She scrolls through his pictures and comes to the conclusion that he has a simple life.

Lots of pictures of him and his brothers, some of him and his parents, and some with a dog.

She throws her phone down and goes back to his form.

She gets to his sexual interests and to her surprise, she finds that he doesn’t have any, stating that he doesn’t know of his interests but is open to almost anything.

Most guys his age would know their kinks and what they prefer in bed by now.

“Maybe he only has had vanilla sex.” She looks at her cat, waiting for the animal to answer.

When the cat doesn’t answer, she looks back at the screen.

There’s no way he’s a virgin…Right? He watches her streams, he couldn’t be a virgin.

She wants to text Mika and tell her about Matt's entry, but she doesn’t want to put Matt’s business out there, especially if he’s as shy and closed off as Mika makes him out to be.

She reads the rest of his entry before getting to the first video.

She adjusts the way she’s sitting and takes a sip of water before pressing play.

“Take five,” she giggles hearing the annoyance in his voice.

She watches the video and is surprised to hear his words. Most of the entry videos have been people saying that the reason they should win is because they have money, or they will give her the best dick of her life. They were cocky and Y/n found that unattractive.

She didn’t grow up with a lot of money, so people flaunting it and spending it like crazy rubbed her in all the wrong ways.

Matt on the other end was a bit more soft spoken and actually treating her like she was human, admitting that none of the other contenders should be able to take her out due to her being too good for them. He also didn't flaunt his money, granted he was a college student so he was probably broke anyway but,

It was a change of pace that she loved.

She knew what she was getting into when becoming a cam girl, being treated like she was an object rather than a human. His words made her feel,

Good.

The video ends and her heart races when she scrolls down. She was expecting to see a picture of his dick, not a video that’s 10 minutes long.

The thumbnail is of Matt in bed, getting ready to pull his pants down.

She hesitates as she presses play.

The video starts with shuffling being heard before Matt’s body clumsily falls onto the bed.

She notices the only sources of light are purple LED's and a sunlamp casting a warm glow onto the bed.

She finds herself attracted to the setting, it was almost cinematic. The way the lights cast a spotlight on him, an aura of orange, yellow, and purple covering his body.

She watches his tattooed arm pull his laptop closer, noticing an old stream of hers being pulled up. He hooks his fingers into his sweats, before releasing his hard and aching cock.

Y/n’s mouth waters.

He seemed to be about a good 7 inches, having a mushroom top. It wasn’t that girthy, but she knew that it would feel mind-blowing, especially with the thick vein running up the side.

He presses play on the video and begins to jerk himself off, spitting on his own cock.

She feels that familiar ache in between her legs.

His moans and whimpers sound like music to Y/n.

“Fuck Y/n.” She clenches her legs hearing him moan her name, loving the way it rolls off his tongue, piercing her ears and making her slick worse.

She quickly pauses the video and grabs her cat, setting the animal outside of her room and closing the door. She rushes back over to her bed and grabs the vibrator from her nightstand, quickly stripping herself of her clothes.

Usually, she would do a bit of foreplay, but she couldn’t wait. She could feel the slick between her folds, the mound between her legs aching and pleading to be touched.

She lays back on the bed and presses play on the video, immediately pushing her vibrator in between her wet folds.

Her eyes roll back at the relief, letting out a deep sigh.

She looks back at her laptop and sees Matt’s head is thrown back, his hand working hard to chase his impending orgasm.

“F-fuck Matt!” She moans hearing him moan her name once again.

“P-please let me cum m-mommy, I’ll be a good boy!” His submissive pleas do something to Y/n, unlocking a part of her that she didn’t even know was there.

She never found herself interested in guys calling her mommy, thinking they had some type of mommy issues and wanting her to baby them. But for some reason, she loved hearing Matt call her mommy and beg.

She could tell that he was close by the way he sped up his hand and the way his chest moved up and down quickly. She’s close as well, the urge to “pee” only getting stronger as the vibrations go on.

“Fuck fuck fu-“ she watches as his head hangs low biting his lip, his stomach clenching as white ribbons spurt out, some landing on his chest and face.

She yelps and arches her back as she makes a mess on her sheets. She swipes the vibrator back and forth, prolonging the orgasm as her body shakes.

She closes her eyes and swallows harshly as she tries to catch her breath, turning the vibrator off and throwing it to the side.

She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling her mind fuzzy and filled with images of her and Matt and what a night together would look like.

After a few moments she sits up and grabs her laptop, drafting and email.

Y/e/[email protected]: hello Matt, I wanted to email you personally instead of through Chaturbate! This email is letting you know that you are the winner of the competition 💕 If you would no longer like to participate and would like me to choose another winner, please respond to the email stating so. Otherwise, respond to this email with the days you are free, and where you would like to meet for our date.

Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕

Xoxo, Y/n

She sends the email and smiles to herself, standing up and throwing on her robe.

She opens the door and sees her cat looking at her, “sorry miss lady, momma had to handle business. Let’s get dinner started.”

She walks into the kitchen and begins cooking dinner, her mind still on Matt.

PT 2 BABYYYYYYY!!!! IM SO SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT BUT I COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO WRITE😭 MAKE SURE YOU READ MY POOKIE @guccifrog POSTS AND GET CAUGHT UP CUZ NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST PART OF THE COLLAB!!!

XOXO PEACHES🍑

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shoyudon · 3 months

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O1O . . . NO, I'M BUSY

as soon as the call connected, gojo greets you with a cheery voice, "hi, y/n!" even when you couldn't see it, behind the screen of his laptop, he was waving his hand towards the camera.

"hey, gojo."

it was undeniable that he could notice how exhausted you are just from those two words — as if something had been keeping your tails in between your legs, "you okay? did you have a fight with your manager?"

"in a way, i guess. not a fight, just a small argument," you fessed up, sighing as you prepped your phone onto the phone holder that latched onto the windshield before leaning back onto the car seat, unbuckling your seatbelt, "i'm so tired of her constantly trying to make choices for me, you know?"

gojo grimaces, "is this about the series again?"

you hummed in acknowledgement, kicking your sandals off; pulling your legs onto the seat, "yeah. i'm supposed to be meeting up with ezekiel and the producer now, but honestly, i'm occupied right now with you and i didn't want to come in the first place. and can you believe it when i tell you that i didn't know about the meet up until two hours before? from ezekiel too."

"wait — you're supposed to be meeting up with them — but you're in a call with me instead? wouldn't that get you in trouble?" his voice was sputtered as if he was the one panicking on your behalf, "i don't want you to get in trouble with your company, shouldn't you be meeting them up?"

"i made plans with you first anyways."

gojo didn't know whether he should be feeling euphoric or concerned for your well-being, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie as he laid on his bed, eyes staring onto the screen; watching the call time on his screen ticking up every second, "where are you now then?"

your eyes averted towards the secluded parking lot of a grocery store near your apartment, "in a parking lot of a grocery store, i know my manager's either going to look for me or go to the meeting place. i don't want to risk getting caught, you know?"

"you shouldn't be out there for too long," he tells you, "'ts too dangerous."

"i'll be okay. i have pepper spray — thank you for worrying though," he chuckles, "what? what's so funny?"

"nothing, can't a man laugh without being asked what's so funny?" gojo retorts back, a tinge of sass lacing in his voice. at his statement, this time it was your turn to chuckle out softly, "what? what's so funny now, y/n?"

you rolled your eyes, "can't a woman laugh without being asked what's so funny?"

"that's my line, you know?" gojo sings out, "are you feeling better now? or was that chuckle just a fluke to make me think that you're feeling better since i can't see your face, hm?"

raising a brow at his accusation, you scoffed in mock offense, "just because i'm an actress doesn't mean i'll fool you with what i do. it was a hundred percent real, no joke. and yes, i'm feeling better thanks to you," the pad of your finger tapped onto the screen of your phone as it began to dim slightly.

"that's good to hear then," the male responds softly.

"so, gojo. tell me about yourself," you interjected — wanting to change the subject into something more lighthearted. knowing the both of you could only recognize each other by your names, and nothing else, "before you ask like what. anything, hobbies, things you like, favorite food, color, song, why you're my fan, or why you decided to make a fansite. anything you can possibly spill to me."

gojo grunted out, inhaling a big breath, "there's nothing much about me, really. my name is gojo satoru, i'm twenty-eight years old, i'm a high school teacher. to be frank, i don't know what my hobby is, i like watching movies and traveling. i hate people who use their power to do something bad to everyone else. my favorite food . . . oh, that's a hard one, i really like kikufuku, yeah . . . that's definitely the one. and favorite color is (favorite color), because you like it. i listen to anything that goes on my shuffle list," he exhales out softly.

it took no longer than twenty seconds for him to continue on, "why i'm your fan? the first time i saw you was on a poster of a skincare brand, i found you really attractive so i start looking up about you. honestly, i didn't expect that i'd be able to start a fansite when all i wanted to know was your name. i guess i started watching your series. the first series i watched was 'strawberries & cigarettes', you were the second female lead for the main male lead there; with your shoulder length hair and all. the series really stuck to me, and so i looked up series and movies that you have. i binged everything for like . . . a month, it's crazy," he ends with a light chuckle.

"i started the fansite during the earlier years of your career, and i felt that your name deserved more recognition, you know? and i'm glad it worked out the way i wanted to. i feel like a proud best friend," gojo tells you.

"that's really sweet of you, you know?" you answered him.

gojo scratched his nape in embarrassment, "that's enough about me, what about you? tell me more about yourself, things that the world doesn't know — things that the media doesn't know," he gushes out.

you pondered on his question for a bit, "what the media doesn't know . . ? i love eating, my company told the whole world i practically have no appetite. i have a large appetite, actually. i love movies and music, my favorite movie is (favorite movie), and my favorite song is (favorite song) — oh, i love (favorite actress / actor), they're my inspiration. what else, what else?"

"my favorite movie genre is (favorite movie genre), and my favorite color is (favorite color), my favorite flower is (favorite flower). i don't know what else to say, honestly. my favorite perfume smell is (favorite scent), and i love (favorite snack). i guess that's it?"

gojo nodded his head, taking note of everything you said. printing it into his mind, "gotcha!"

the phone call went on for at least the next three hours, and yet, none of you talked about this so called 'masterplan'. a lot of laughter and un-funny jokes were exchanged — and it felt lively even if the call consisted of just you and him.

"you know, y/n. it's almost twelve, shouldn't you be at home by now?" he whispers softly, worry etching into his tone.

looking around at the now empty parking lot, you chuckled, "you're right. i didn't even realize it was almost twelve," you chimed in, "thanks for keeping me company, gojo. we should do this again next time, to actually talk about the 'masterplan'."

gojo laughs out, "we should. i got sidetracked. but, thank you for keeping me company too, y/n. text me when you arrive back at home."

BEHIND THE SCENE !

you and gojo spent at least three hours getting to know each other, things the media doesn't know or what the company doesn't want you to say.

gojo actually remembered everything that you say.

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starry-hughes · 9 months

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holiday disaster (luke hughes)

day 22 of star’s ficmas

luke hughes x reader

Jack walked onto the plane first, getting his ticket scanned and walking through. Before Luke could even have his ticket scanned he was stopped. The two brothers had arrived late to the airport and were last to board the flight. “I’m so sorry sir but this flight was overbooked and there are no more seats.”

“Jacky?” Luke called. The two were supposed to be traveling home for Christmas. “Is there another flight he can take? We are going home for Christmas.”

The attendant searched for a second and Luke was panicking. “There’s a midnight flight, last flight out.” It was noon. “Lukey, you can take my seat and I can wait.”

“No it’s okay, I’ll call mom and tell her.”

Luke made himself comfortable in a corner of the airport as Jack left on the flight. He had to break the news to his mom and call her. “I won’t be making dinner mom, I’m sorry, I’ll be home for Christmas Eve morning.”

You had been staring at the screen when the flight came up as canceled. You almost burst into tears when the flight attendant told you the only flight out was a midnight flight. You were convinced you might miss Christmas. All you wanted was to go spend the holiday with your family and now you were being delayed. Neither Luke and you wanted to leave the airport, the long security lines made you just want to stay, and Luke thought the same.

“Are you using the outlet?” you asked him. Luke looked up. “No, you can use it.” Luke watched as you hurriedly took out your phone charger. “Hi mom,” you called, “I’m sorry I’ll be late, yeah… eleven pm. I hope that flight isn’t canceled.”

Luke’s ears perked up as you said that. He listened to you end the phone call. The two of you sat in silence, doing your own things before Luke cleared his throat. “Can you watch my bag? I don’t really want to take it in the bathroom with me.”

You nodded and smiled as he got up. No one bothered you while he was gone. There were so many people in the airport but it was like the two of you had your own corner of life. When Luke returned, he had two bags of food in his hands. “Thought you deserved some food.”

Luke handed you a bag from one of the fast food places along with a water bottle. “I heard your flight was canceled,” Luke said. “Yeah, flying out to my parents and the one time I want to visit, it’s canceled,” you sighed, “thank you for the food by the way. Let me pay you back.”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. My flight got overbooked. And my brother is currently on the way to our parents without me.” You frowned, “I’m sorry.”

The two of you ate quietly, hoping the hours would go by faster. “I have a laptop, do you want to watch a movie?” you questioned Luke. Shoulder to shoulder, the two of you watched a movie. Luke dozed off on your shoulder. As the day went on, there were less and less people in the airport. As the afternoon passed, both of you would get calls from family members asking how it was going. Luke told you about hockey and his job and his brothers. You told him about your own work and family.

“Hey,” you shook him gently awake, it was six pm. “There’s a restaurant down the terminal, do you want to go get dinner?”

In the airport restaurant, the least likely place to fall in love, you started enjoying time with Luke. You both tried random foods and shared plates. Laughing over dumb stories and joking about being stuck together. At the end of the night, Luke paid the bill and you tipped the waiter well.

You two still had time before your flights. Spending time sitting together and watching another movie or snacking on chips Luke bought. You checked your phone and realized you had to start getting to your gate. “I should get to my gate,” you frowned. “Oh,” Luke said, “I’ll walk you down.”

Luke dragged his suitcase behind him as he followed you. “You should get to your gate too Luke.”

He sighed and nodded. “Can I get your phone number?” You nodded and took his phone which he unlocked for you. You added yourself as a contact and took a picture of yourself for his contact phone. “Have a safe flight (Y/N), Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas Luke.” He turned and walked back to the opposite end of the terminal to his own gate smiling.

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yooglefics · 5 months

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Reveal — Part two: editing

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader ( camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader ) Wordcount: 1,735 words Genre: 18+, mdni, remainder to not use fanfics as your only source of sex ed. Summary: Yoongi is just helping a friend help you, but is he even supposed to listen to this?. Part 2 of Reveal: recording. Read it for context. This is just why and how we got to that ending. More warnings under read more.

Includes: Mentions of selling sex content. People recording sex acts. Mentions of sexual activity ( doing things and also talking about doing things and thinking about doing more things ). Mentions of past and not past masturbation ( f and m ). Dirty talk? I guess?. Sprinkle of possessive yoongi? Is not my fault i sweaaaar Author's note: Remember when I started writing something short and silly lmao, what a time. Btw, I have never used OF so if something I say about how they use the website is actually not true / completely wrong just pretend please lmao. Anyway, I thought it'd be fun to write Yoongi's side, hope you like it! If you do please remember to leave a comment, reblog, ask, follow and what not. Thank you for reading <3

Saturday is probably Yoongi's favorite day of the week. No waking up early, no work, and not worrying about having to do any of those the next day.

That's why he groans when his phone rings with messages from Jungkook. He knows is him because he is the only one who still insists on sending him a million messages instead of just one.

Love the guy, but he can be annoying.

The fifth ring comes and hopping is the last one, Yoongi finally reaches for his phone and rolls to his back.

JK: hey JK: are you awake? JK: and free today? JK: i need a favor JK: yoongi?

Yoongi: with what? If I have to leave my house is probably a no.

Both of them know that actually, even if it ruined his plans of relaxing, he would say yes. Because that's what friends do.

JK: no no. You can do it at your house JK: I need to edit an audio for my friend JK: but I'm on the schedule today JK: and if I don't send it back quickly she will back out JK: please?

Yoongi: ok. Send it to me. Yoongi: you own me, tho.

Throwing his phone on the bed, he gets out of it to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, getting ready to sit in his studio for at least an hour. He knows is probably a bit extra to use his expensive equipment for whatever this favor is, but if he is going to help, he is going to do it right.

Opening Jungkook's messages on his laptop, Yoongi almost wants to laugh at himself.

JK: [ killmepls.mp3 ] JK: is and OF thing, btw JK: don't listen to it in public lol

Yep, definitely Poducer Min equipment is too extra for this. But, fuck it.

The archive is already downloaded when he opens the software, starting a new project and naming it the same as the audio plus final, to not get confused. Plugging in his headphones he starts playing it, already noticing whoever this is, is pretty quiet at the beginning and he would most likely have to cut it off, still, he listens to make sure.

A few taps followed by a “hi..” is the start, and he chuckles at their giggles.

He decides to let that in, but cuts the next few seconds where only their breathing can be heard along with some clicking and fabric moving. Is too long of a pause for this kind of thing and the clicking gives a way they weren't ready to start. Sure they wouldn't mind.

They put music on? It sounds familiar but is pretty fade out, so he can't really be sure, and then “This angle is kinda…”

That's him.

That's his voice.

“Hot,” the voice continues before he can rewind.

“You can't tell me I'm mean anymore. I'm spoiling you,” his own voice travels again on his headphones. “I'm giving you this view and I'm giving you what's probably the thing you all ask the most: hands.”

What is this? Some kind of joke?

Did Jungkook put them up to this?

“I hate him. I'm gonna sue him,”

That gets a laugh from him, even if he is still confused about what is happening.

Maybe it's just his imagination?

Should he ask his friend?

More movement of fabric. Maybe bed sheets or clothes. More breathing, a bit faster than last time and then, a groan.

He can leave that in.

Wait, that's right. He is supposed to be editing this. He has to go back and…

“This angle is kinda…” his voice says and he hits pause. Is really him. Is that possible?

He feels like he is imagining things.

“Jungkook, I swear if this is some kind of joke or something,” he rambles taking his phone out.

Yoongi: did you listen to it?

JK: no, didn't have time JK: why? something wrong? JK: don't tell me it can't be used JK: she is gonna be sad :(

Yoongi: who is she?

JK: dunno if i can tell you

Yoongi: technically I'm doing a favor for her. I think is fair

JK: good point JK: is afterhours(y/n)

He opens a new tap on his laptop, goes to the website and searches for the username through his followers. And sure enough there it is. Subscribed a month ago.

He clicks to see your perfil. The first post he can see without being subscribed is a picture of a lilac lingerie set on a bed with the caption “very early birthday present”, from a week ago.

He considers subscribing to see more, but he stops himself from clicking, remembering Jungkook didn't even want to tell him who you were. Oh, shit. What would you do if you knew it was him editing your audio? Would you back out? Or be sad?

Now it feels kind of wrong, like if he were invading your privacy.

He clicks around on his computer again, audio track back to the zero seconds mark. He hears the “hi” and the giggles and stops it before his voice appears.

“Okay, this is going to be posted. It was recorded with the intention of being posted for people to hear,” he reasons. “If it's not posted I'd just forget about it and if it is… I'd… subscribe? To make up for listening?”

Clearly that part is not completely made up on his mind, but he doesn't have to decide what to do right now, he has to finish editing. And so, Yoongi clicks around the software again, cutting and deleting another section, the one where you can hear his voice and even his music before.

That's it. It was a familiar track because it is his. He composed that himself to put in the background of his videos exclusively. He figured putting his own touch would help if something was posted outside his page, never imagining hearing it in the background of someone else's video or audio was even possible.

It shouldn't affect him this much. After all, people touching themselves to his videos is half the reason he likes making them. What can he say? Is a turn on to have that effect on others, it builds his confidence up.

But actually hearing it is different.

Groan and fabric moving, a bit too close to the mic he considers doing something about it, but “I want you to touch me,” is the perfect whisper. Just the right volume, just the right words.

No more audio of SugaD can be heard now, you probably turn down the volume of the video or pause it. Yoongi is curious about it. The idea of your sounds being a reaction to his past self is doing things to him, and Yoongi would like to ignore them before getting too distracted, but is kind of a boomer not knowing exactly what your reactions are for.

Maybe he can open his video, it wouldn't be hard for him to synchronized it with your audio and—

No.

That would cross the line. Is enough that he—

“Are you hard?” your voice continues, timidly he thinks.

Is this your first time doing this? That's why you couldn't edit yourself?

What would you do if you knew he was listening and his dick was calling for attention at all your little sounds?

He stops your recording, considers taking a break, going back to bed. But he knows just forgetting about this would be hard and in the end he would have to come back and finish helping.

He unpaused it.

More moans echo throughout his headphones and he fixes them on top of his head, as if that would help him concentrate. You just sound so pretty, and when you plead he wants to give you anything you ask for, his dick twitching with desire.

He could just— no. That'll be wrong. Is enough he is letting it affect him this much, he can't just—

His leg bounces under his desk, hand glue to his mouse even when he is just listening now. Only stopping and going back a couple times to fix the volume of background noise, making it less or more obvious depending on the flow or your moans.

A groan of his own cuts the silence in his studio when you form words again. “It feels so good, oh god.” And Yoongi wishes he knew what. Wishes he could see you, could touch you. Could make you sound and feel that good in person.

“Uh uh,” short moans leave your lips, and it sounds so much like you're agreeing with his thoughts he really considers sneaking a hand down his pants. Allow his mind to wander and imagine what you would look like under him. Or on top. Or just coming undone by him.

But he doesn't. He just listens to your recording, your breathing, your pleas and your cut out warning when you cum.

“Fucking hell,” Yoongi angrily whispers. And for a second he considers doing the SugaD special of cutting it out of the final audio, but that's too selfish.

Or perhaps is more selfish leaving it. Considering he wants the world to hear how you sound when listening to him.

Yoongi managed to leave the studio without touching himself. But is not really as impressive as it sounds since his hand is on his dick the minute he goes back to bed after listening to the final edit of your audio one last time. The excuse of being just to make sure is perfect is just that, an excuse. And your pretty sounds replay on his head while he jerks off until orgasm.

JK: thank youuuu JK: she says thank you too!

Does that mean you know he was the one editing it?

He opens the app on his phone, looks for your perfil again and debates a couple minutes his options.

What's the worst that can happen? You blocking him? He would understand, but if he actually doesn't do anything, doesn't play his chance, he wouldn't forgive himself.

And so, he subscribes. Page refreshes instantly and a new post greets him.

[ afterhours(y/n):

Surprise, surprise. Is my birthday month but I keep spoiling you, ain't I the best? 😝

[ VoiceReveal.mp3 ]

]

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One Night: Noah's POV-four[END]

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: lots of smut(mask play, spit play, bondage, anal, fingering, oral(m/f receiving), choking, unprotected sex), swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: Noah's POV of his one night with Reader.

Authors Note: OMG IM CRYING! I cannot believe this is the end to the very first Noah fic I wrote! I know it's supposed to be in Noah's POV but I had to throw in the readers pov a few times.

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NOAH

Turning over in my bunk with a sigh, I reached for the warm body that usually would be there but touched cold, empty space. I raised my head from the pillow, half-lidded eyes searching for her then looked at the time on my phone.

2:32 a.m.

Running my hand over my tired face, I rolled out of my bunk with a groan as my long limbs stretched. Almost three weeks into the tour my body was screaming at me to sleep in an actual bed rather than the small bunk that before would barely fit me. However, with Y/N on the road with me, it was a tight squeeze for both of us. The first night, she offered to sleep in her own bunk so I could have as much space as I could but immediately I declined. I wanted her to be as close to me as possible. While none of us said it, both of us were worried about what would happen to our relationship when this tour ended. Although we both agreed to work on it even though we lived in different states; we would put in the same amount of effort.

Craning my neck to the side, bones popping, I walked to the front area of the bus, knowing exactly where she was and what she was doing. Y/N sat on one of the couches with her legs crossed, laptop perched in her lap. The lights were off, only a blue light emanating from her screen illuminated her face; glasses resting on her nose. She wore my yellow hoodie, her drowning in it as the skin of her legs peaked through the bottom of it. I hummed to myself at the sight, enjoying how she looked. This was the first time in weeks that I saw her wearing glasses.

“Angel,” I muttered quietly while rubbing my bare chest. “Do you know what time it is?”

She glanced up at me with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry. I know I said I was coming to bed like three hours ago but I got a surge of inspiration. I only meant to write for a little bit but before I knew it, I finished two chapters.”

I fell onto the couch next to her and left a soft kiss on the side of her head. “How’s the book coming?”

“If I’m being honest, I didn’t expect it to be so easy to write a novel while traveling. I thought with all the excitement of tour life, I wouldn’t be able to find time to write but it's been the opposite of that.”

I hummed. “Well, it helps that you’re writing about our night together.”

Y/N shifted next to me. “Does that bother you?”

I raised a brow at her. “Why would it?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I only want to make sure you’re comfortable with it. I didn’t use our names and I created two different characters. But everything else is the same as what happened that night. I mean, the guy is a rockstar and kind of resembles you. Maybe I should scrap the idea.”

Y/N was rambling on and I knew what this was; she was beginning to doubt her novel, something she did a few times now while with me.

“Hey.” I lifted her chin so I could force her to look at me. “Stop doubting yourself, alright? I’ve read what you have so far and it’s amazing, angel. I don’t care that you’re using something that happened between us. It inspired you to write a book, use that. Create a world from that one night.”

She bit her bottom lip and I internally groaned at the sight of her; glasses and wearing my sweater. Truly in this darkness of the bus as it moved along to our next destination, Y/N looked like an angel.

“Thank you for supporting me, Noah. I know we haven’t been together long but your support means a lot to me.”

I left a chaste kiss on her lips and then on her nose. “I’ll always support you. Even if you start writing fanfiction about me.”

“You know,” she started while going back to typing away on her laptop. “It’s kind of cool that it doesn't bother you that people write about you.”

I shrugged. “It was weird seeing it at first but I realized it helps people escape the reality world for a bit to create this entire universe, all because of our band. It’s pretty special if you think about it.”

We sat in silence for a little while as I lounged next to her, watching her fingers type furiously against the keys of her laptop. My gaze flicked upwards at her face, drinking in the sight of her and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I was afraid she could hear it.

“You’re staring,” she muttered with a smile, not taking her eyes off the screen.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Oh, these old things,” Y/N adjusted them on her nose. “I don’t usually but I think I’ve been staring at my screen too much because my eyes have been feeling a bit strained.”

“You look cute,” I mused while resting my head against her shoulder and peering down at her laptop again, stifling a yawn behind my hand.

Y/N brushed her lips over my forehead. “You should go back to sleep, Noah. It was a long night and you’ve got a big day later.”

Our show tonight was filled with problem after problem it seemed. My voice wasn’t up to par, even though everyone reassured me I sounded fine. Our tech wasn’t working which made things incredibly hard for Matt. Then not to mention the constant fights happening in the crowd tonight. We were all so upset that we ended up skipping two songs tonight only because having to stop the show a few different times for the tech issues and fights, the time we were allowed to play was stretched thin.

Later today, we were taking a break from our normal tour schedule to play a festival in Missouri. But before that, I had two solo interviews and one with the guys lined up before our set.

“Only if you come with me,” I poked Y/N’s side before looking up at her through my lashes.

“Alright,” she sighed with a playful roll of her eyes.

As she began clicking out of her tabs, one immediately caught my attention and I placed my hand over hers to stop her.

“Inspiration, huh?” I smirked and pointed to the picture on the screen.

Her cheeks flushed red and Y/N pursed her lips. “Can you blame me? You look fucking hot in that mask.”

On her screen was a picture of me sporting a Bad Omens sweater and a yellow mask.

A low noise rumbled in my throat as I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her bright eyes shined in the darkness and my heart stopped in my chest.

“Do you want me to wear the yellow one, angel?”

Y/N swallowed thickly before slowly nodding. “Please.”

My cock twitched in my joggers at hearing her beg. We had a quick fuck in the bathroom of the green room before the show but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be able to taste her on my lips later today.

I peered over her shoulder to the front of the bus, noticing the door that led to where Jake, our driver, was shut. Then I looked over my own shoulder to see if anyone was up, moving around in the back.

All clear.

I then took her laptop from her, setting it on the kitchenette table behind me, and motioned for her to lie back.

“Noah,” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “What if someone hears us?”

I gently pushed her to lie down on the couch. “Then you’ll have to be quiet, angel.”

Adjusting myself so I was kneeling on the couch in front of her, I slid my fingers underneath the bottom of her sweater; my sweater. When I continued to touch her skin and not the fabric of her shorts, I raised a brow.

“Were you sitting out here in nothing but my sweater, Y/N?” My voice was low.

She grinned. “I have panties on.”

I hooked fingers in the waistband of said panties and slowly slid them down her legs until they hung around her ankle. I spread her wider for me, mouth salivating at the sight of her slickness, with one leg up against the back of the couch and the other foot perched on the floor.

“Noah,” she whined while arching her back.

My tongue rolled over my bottom lip. “Can you be quiet for me, angel?”

Y/N quickly nodded before going to take off her sweater.

“No,” I held her hand. “Leave my sweater on. You look heavenly in yellow.”

With a flick of my tongue, I licked up her arousal with a hum of delight. She always tasted so fucking good. Y/N had her own specific taste and scent, and it drove me absolutely mad. My teeth grazed over her sensitive clit and the noises that fell from her lips made my cock throb.

Her nails raked through my hair, scraping along my scalp, and I shivered under her touch. I sucked hard on her clit, earning a loud moan from Y/N, so I smacked the inside of her thigh.

“Shit, Noah,” she hissed in pleasure when I slipped one finger between her folds.

I pumped in and out of her in fast strokes as my tongue flicked over his clit, then added another finger, spearing the two inside of her.

“Fuck!” Y/N panted as she gripped my hair tighter. “Shit. ‘M so close.”

“Cum for me, angel,” I ordered, removing my lips from her only for a second then went back to tasting her arousal.

Her body shook underneath me as she screamed out her release and I reached up, smacking a hand over her mouth. Her cries were now muffled as I licked her through the aftershocks.

“Good girl,” I praised while leaving a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh.

I helped Y/N to a sitting position and wrapped my hand around the back of her head, pulling her into a heated kiss. She moaned as she tasted herself on my tongue and folded into me, hands resting on my chest.

“I’m so sleepy now,” Y/N sighed while adjusting the glasses on her nose.

“Let's go to sleep, angel.” I reached for his discarded panties and pocketed them.

“Hey!”

She tried to reach for them but I threw her over my shoulder as I stood to my feet. Thankfully her sweater covered her bare ass as I began walking back toward our bunk.

“You don’t need them,” I said.

“Noah,” she giggled. “I can’t sleep without underwear.”

Gently, I tossed her into our bunk and looked around at the others, making sure her cries of pleasure hadn’t woken anyone up.

“I need to make sure I have all of you when I wake up,” I winked while crawling into bed with her, pulling the curtain closed tight.

“Such a perv,” Y/N joked while smacking my chest.

I wrapped her into my embrace by lifting her leg over my hips as she rested her head against my chest. We lay there for a little while, just basking in the solace that we created ourselves.

“Noah,” Y/N spoke quietly while running a finger over the tattoos on my chest.

I hummed, enjoying the way she felt against me.

“Do you honestly think my novel is good enough?”

I shifted us a bit so I could gaze down at her with a frown pulling at my lips. However, Y/N refused to look at me.

“Y/N, why are you doubting yourself?” I questioned.

She was quiet for a long moment, simply dragging a finger over the tattoos on my stomach now.

“It’s my first one. I’ve written a few things online for years but this is an actual story that's going to be published for people to buy. What if it fails?” She finished with a shaky breath.

I rolled us over so I was peering down at her while she was on her back. Y/N’s usual bright eyes were dulled and I took off her glasses, safely setting them in the far corner of the bunk.

“Why do you think it will fail?” I asked.

When she tried to look away, I cupped her cheek so she couldn’t. “Don’t hide from me, angel.”

“I-shit-,” her bottom lip quivered. “Writing is all I have, ya know? If this book fails, I don't know what I’m going to do.”

I left a soft kiss on her nose. “There’s going to be negativity with it, there's no way around that. But from what I’ve personally dealt with, you need to focus on all the positives. I don’t want to see you get in your own head, angel.”

She nodded in my grasp. “I’m my own biggest critic. Now that I’m so close to finishing it, doubt is settling in about if it’ll be good enough. What if no publishing company wants to pick it up?”

I brushed some hair out of her face and propped myself up on my other elbow.

“Have you thought about self-publishing?” I suggested.

Y/N scoffed. “I looked into it and the cheapest route is almost a grand. I don’t have that amount of money to invest in something that might fail. The cost of living in Las Vegas is killing me to begin with, I can’t put all my savings into something that might fail.”

My lips parted to speak but she quickly pressed a finger over them, hushing me. “No, don’t. I do not need your money for this, Noah. I cannot ask you for that.”

I kissed her finger before removing it from my mouth. “I just want to take care of you, Y/N.”

She grabbed my hand and left a kiss on the inside of my palm. “I know. But I can’t ask that from you. I’ll figure it out.”

“Well,” I tapped her nose. “Writing isn't the only thing you have. You have me and I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N grinned up at me. “Good because I’m not letting you go.”

I dipped low to leave a kiss on her lips, letting my tongue slip inside to taste every inch of her mouth. Faintly I could still taste her arousal on her tongue and I groaned, rutting my hips into her.

Y/N’s nails left red marks down my chest and stomach then she reached for my joggers, pulling at them.

“What do you want, angel?” I asked breathless from the kiss.

Her bottom lip jutted out and I immediately attacked it with my teeth.

“Fuck,” she hissed while bringing her fingers to her lips, faint crimson painting them. “I’m bleeding.”

Our lips met again in a fiery, teeth-smacking kiss, and Y/N’s hand slipped beneath my joggers, palming my hard cock. I groaned into the kiss and ground my cock against her hand as Y/N began palming it.

“Noah,” she mewled against my lips. “I need it.”

“Use your words,” I teased while leaving a mark in the crook of her neck.

Y/N squeezed my cock and I hissed in pleasure as my head fell to her chest. Her hand began to pump up and down then when her thumb grazed over the head, I nearly came in her hand.

“Angel,” I breathed against her neck. “Please don’t stop.”

She did, only briefly to help me shimmy out of my joggers then I stripped her off her sweater, eyes turning dark when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Quickly I guided her hand back to my aching cock and Y/N started pumping me fast and hard.

“Shit. Please,” I held myself up on my elbows as I gazed down at her through half-lidded eyes. “Keep going.”

Her eyes were locked on the space between us, almost focusing on her actions.

“I love hearing you beg,” Y/N gazed up at me, a playful smirk on her lips.

“Don’t.” I panted. “Stop.”

Suddenly, she was patting my hip with her free hand. “Get on your back.”

I groaned when she stopped. “Angel-.”

“Get on your back, Noah. Now.”

Something burned low in my belly hearing the demanding tone in her voice so with a hastily nod, I did what she asked and watched as she climbed on top of me. It was a tight fit with the small space of the bunk and she couldn’t sit completely upright. Instead, she leaned half of her body over me as she held my cock with one hand, the other resting over my heart.

I internally smiled at the small gesture.

My head fell back onto the pillow when Y/N slowly inched herself down on my cock, the tightness of her walls gripping around me harder than her hand did.

“Fuck,” she cursed. “I didn't think this through. Not much space here.”

I grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist to lock her into place. “We need an actual fucking bed.”

As her hips moved, a spew of curses fell from my lips along with her name, it sounded like a prayer in the small confines of what we called our bedroom the last two weeks. It still didn’t feel real sometimes that she was here with me. Y/N chose to leave her life behind to follow me and my band across the States for a month. Not many people did that, especially for someone they barely knew.

But we weren’t those people. Our relationship wasn’t typical, it had been different since the start.

The last two weeks have been perfect. Y/N fit in great with everyone in our crew, she and Nicholas bonded over Britt. Same with her and Folio. Y/N and Jolly had a mutual show they watched together some nights after our shows when she wasn’t working on her novel.

Hell, Y/N and Matt even bonded over their love for raccoons.

Gazing up into her bright eyes, I cupped her cheek to force our gazes to lock.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

A red hue brushed across the soft features of her face as she continued to ride me. “Hm, no. Not recently.”

“Well,” I pulled her flush against me. “You’re fucking beautiful, angel. And mine.”

“Yours,” she cried out when I began to fuck up into her, my cock slamming with no remorse.

The bunk beneath us creaked, giving away to everyone on the bus what we were doing, but I didn’t care. Y/N’s head fell to my shoulder, my name muffled by my skin, and when she clenched harder around me I knew she was close.

I yanked her head back with my free hand, the other still wrapped around her tight and exposed her face and neck to me.

“I want to watch you fall apart on my cock,” I said through gritted teeth.

Her tits bounced with each hard thrust and I briefly took one of her nipples in my mouth, biting and teasing it with my tongue.

“Noah,” Y/N choked out. “‘M gonna.”

My head snapped up so I could watch her as the coil in my stomach began to snap, a burning rush shooting through my entire body as my release washed over me without warning.

Both of us moaned each other's names in tangent as Y/N came apart all over my cock, her arousal coating my cock and hips. She fell to my body in a heap of exhaustion and I quickly covered us with the blanket, not bothering to clean us up or get dressed.

“Goodnight, Noah,” Y/N pressed a kiss to my cheek before snuggling closer to me.

I grinned, heart beating wildly in my chest, and wrapped myself tighter around her. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

READER

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I exclaimed while staring down at the email on my laptop.

Dear Y/N,

We hope this email finds you well. But we wanted to let you know that beginning in two months, we will not be renewing your lease. We appreciate your understanding in this matter.

From,

The leasing office.

“Everything alright?” Noah asked as he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, steam following him.

I bit my lip at the sight of him. The towel hung loosely around his hips, his hair was slicked back, and droplets of water trailed down his warm skin still red from his shower.

I blinked. “Sorry, did you say something?”

He smirked. “Distracted, are we?”

“Well, you walk out like this,” I motioned to him from head to toe. “And you expect me NOT to listen to a word you just said?”

“If I didn’t already bend you over the bathroom sink to fuck you, I would. But I have to be at the venue soon,” Noah left a kiss on my forehead.

My cheeks burned at the memory of earlier when Noah had me bent over the bathroom counter, fucking me without an ounce of falter. He slammed me so hard into the granite counter top, I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning. Noah’s long fingers were hooked in my mouth to hold me upright and I shivered when I remembered how my body reacted during my orgasm.

“Are you sure you don’t mind if I stay here tonight?” I asked, biting my lip as I watched him walk around the room naked.

Shit, his ass was perfect.

“Angel,” he sighed while stepping into a pair of black briefs. “You’ve watched every single show on this tour so far. I’m not going to be mad or upset if you miss this one.”

I pouted. “I know but I feel terrible.”

“You’re so close to finishing your book, Y/N. You need some quiet time to focus. Take advantage of the fact we are staying in a hotel for the next two nights. Enjoy the quiet tonight and tomorrow we can spend our last day off sightseeing,” Noah said.

It was the start of the last week of the tour and while the fear of what would happen afterward started to weigh heavy on my shoulders, I did my best not to dwell on it because I didn’t want to ruin the time we had left. It was clear that we would continue our relationship but it wouldn’t be easy since we lived in different states.

“I can’t believe there are only four shows left,” I noted while setting my laptop on the table in front of me. “How do you feel about it?”

Noah fell onto the couch next to me with a breath. “It’s always bittersweet. While I love performing on stage in front of sold-out crows, I miss the comfort and solace of my house.”

I hummed in agreement, resting my hand on the back of his neck to play with the wet strands of his hair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had that feeling about the place I’ve lived in,” I admitted.

“Really?” He raised a brow.

“I’ve tried to make my apartment feel like a home but it always feels like something was missing. But it doesn't even matter anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

With a long sigh, I turned my laptop towards him so he could read the email, a slight frown pulling on his lips.

“So, this means what?” Noah asked, even though I was pretty sure he already knew.

“I have sixty days to find a new place to live,” I shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge deal.

Although, it was. My heart sunk low to the depths of my stomach knowing that I had to spend the rest of my time on the road with Noah by looking for places to live.

“Do you want to stay in Las Vegas?” He asked while rubbing my back.

“I guess before I never thought of moving anywhere else but now-,” the words trailed off.

I didn’t want to say something if Noah didn’t feel the same.

“But what?” He urged with a gentle tone.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should think about moving somewhere new; a fresh start,” I said after some hesitation.

Noah hummed. “I heard Los Angeles is a great place to start fresh.”

My head snapped up towards him, the words stumbling over my tongue.

“Wh-what?

My heart hammered so loud in my chest that I could hear it in my ears and I began rubbing my palms on my thighs. Noah immediately picked up on my nerves and gently grabbed my hands and brought them to his chest.

“I’m not asking you to move in with me, angel. You said it yourself though that you’re looking for a fresh start. Los Angeles has a lot of opportunities and there’s quite a few different places for rent around my area,” Noah explained.

I chewed on my bottom lip. “Well, if I’m being honest. There’s really nothing for me in Las Vegas anymore. Britt was bouncing back and forth between there and Virgina to see Folio so I barely saw her to begin with.”

Noah’s thumb brushed over the back of my hand, his brown eyes sparkling with so much hope.

“It will make things easier for us,” I turned towards him. “But I don’t want to uproot my entire life if you’re not willing to work on us.”

“Angel,” he brought my hands to his lips, leaving a vast variety of kisses. “I’m one hundred percent into this relationship. You know that I’m not going to force you into anything. But I’ve had you this close to me the last few weeks, I don’t think I can handle you living hours away from me after this.”

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes and I blew out a shaky breath to keep them at bay.

“Can I think about it?” I asked after a few beats of silence.

Noah’s face fell slightly but he quickly recovered. “Of course, angel.”

There was a knock on the door of our hotel room and after a quick kiss to my forehead, Noah tossed on a shirt before answering the door. On the other side stood Jolly with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Ready?”

Noah peered over his shoulder to me, a frown on his lips. “I’ll miss you.”

I giggled while jutting out my bottom lip. “I’ll miss you too, Pookie Bear.”

Jolly rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room, waiting for Noah to finish packing up his things.

“You’re not coming tonight?” He asked.

I shook my head while motioning towards my laptop. “I have to finish up the last few things of my novel. I plan to self-publish in the next month or so.”

“Oh, fuck. That’s great, Y/N!” Jolly smiled wide.

“It’s a bit scary, though. I’m putting everything I have into this and if it fails, I don’t know what I’ll do,” I admitted with a sigh.

Noah snuck up behind me on the couch and placed his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him upside down and he bent low to leave a firm but soft kiss on my lips.

“It won’t fail, Y/N. I’ve read it and this is my unbiased opinion. You wrote an amazing, beautiful story. People will love it,” he reassured me with a squeeze to my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I mused while tapping his arm.

With one final kiss, Noah sneaking his tongue past my lips, I moaned quietly into his mouth as my hand snaked behind his neck.

“I’ll miss you,” he muttered against my lips.

“I’ll do my best to stay awake to wait for you,” I said.

Noah slung his back over his shoulder and winked. “I’ll wake you up if you’re asleep.”

As he and Jolly began to walk out of the room, I called after them.

“Jolly!”

“Yeah?” He poked his head back into the room just before Noah shut the door.

“Tomorrow night! Season finale. Bring the pizza, I’ll have the drinks!” I pointed a finger at him.

With a two-finger salute, Jolly nodded with Noah pushing him out of the room. He quickly turned to look back at me.

“See you later, angel,” Noah blew a kiss.

“Kick ass tonight!” I returned it.

Finally, in the solace of the hotel room, I blew out a shaky breath and rested my laptop on my lap once again, ignoring the email from my leasing office. Even though I asked Noah for time to think about my final decision, I already knew what I was going to do.

It was the truth when I said there was nothing for me left in Las Vegas and I wanted a fresh start. Although, I didn’t expect Noah to throw out the idea of moving to Los Angeles. But the thought of being close to him made my heart flutter in the best fucking way. We got so used to being around each other all day, every day the last few weeks so the thought of being separated once the tour ended on Friday didn’t sound appealing.

With a crack of my fingers, I set to work for the next few hours focusing on my novel as I worked out the last few kinks and polishing it to perfection. By the time I felt comfortable with everything, reading it from start to finish, I couldn’t stop the large smile that spread on my face.

“Shit, Noah was right. This is good,” I muttered to myself.

Quickly checking the time on my phone, I noticed that it was almost time for Bad Omens to go on stage so I hastily typed out a message to Noah.

Me: It’s finished 😁

Almost instantly, he responded.

Noah🧜: I’m so fucking proud of you, angel. We’ll celebrate later tonight when I’m back.

With a slight uncurl of my lips, I responded.

Me: Would this maybe include the yellow mask?

After a few minutes of no response, I chalked it up to Noah being pulled away to go on stage. So I spent the rest of the night tidying up the hotel room every so often checking my phone for any Bad Omens content from tonight. Even though it was sparse, I couldn’t help but feel that twinge of jealousy that I didn’t go tonight.

It’s one night, Y/N. You have four more shows to watch before the end.

Just before I went to lock my phone, a new text from Noah popped up.

“Must be the break,” I muttered with a smile.

Noah🧜: Don’t tempt me, Y/N. Because now that’s all I’m thinking about before going back out on stage.

Of course, I did want to tempt him so with a sinister smirk, I quickly stepped out of my clothes and lounged on the bed. I went through a few different positions until I found the best one and snapped a few pictures. I had an arm over my bare breasts with my bright yellow lace panties. With the picture attached, I replied to Noah.

Me: Is this temptation enough?

Setting my phone on the bed, I got dressed once again then ordered myself some room service with a few extra things for Noah when he returned tonight. I did some more research on how to self-publish and although the doubt was still there, I couldn’t help but feel excited that soon my book would be out there for everyone to read.

I tapped my chin and mulled over this thought for a few seconds, I decided to spend the time while I ate to look up different apartments for rent in Los Angeles.

“What the fuck,” I grumbled when I realized how expensive some of the apartments were. “There’s no way I can afford any of these.”

I shut my laptop with a bit of force and left it on the coffee table. I decided to ease away my worries and doubts by taking a long soak in the tub. Briefly checking my phone, I noticed Noah still hadn’t responded but I knew that it was the end of the show and he’d be back soon enough anyway.

Almost thirty minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom with the towel loosely around me only to be pushed up against the wall by a large, warm body.

“Someone’s been naughty while I’m gone.”

I was frozen in fear until the familiar voice breathed in my ear and immediately I relaxed in his embrace. His arms were posted on either side of my head, hands sprawled against the wall as his hips locked me in place. I drank in the sight of his tattoos and eased into his chest.

“I missed you,” I breathed while resting my head on his shoulder.

It was then that I noticed something yellow covering Noah’s face and I sucked in a breath. But before I could turn to look at him completely, he forced my face into the wall again. A slick warmth spread between my legs as a fire buzzed in my lower spine.

“Meet me in the hotel pool in ten minutes,” his teeth grazed over the shell of my ear.

“W-what?”

Suddenly Noah’s warmth was gone followed by the door to the room shutting. I swallowed thickly while staring at the empty room. My heart felt giddy with the wonder and excitement of what Noah had planned but my stomach flipped with nerves as I quickly threw on some clothes.

NOAH

Thankfully the pool was empty since it was late evening so I didn’t have to worry about anyone other than Y/N walking in. I sat on the edge of the pool in my pair of black swim trunks and the yellow mask covering my face. From the second I saw that picture of Y/N, all I could think about was this moment which made it difficult to focus on finishing my set tonight.

The door to the pool room opened and my eyes snapped away from my legs wadding in the water to drink in the sight of Y/N sheepishly walking in. My pupils dilated when I noticed she was wearing my white Death Note shirt and nothing else.

I felt her burning gaze over every inch of me, lingering on my face, and even from our distance, I could see the breath catch in her throat.

“What if someone walks in on us?” She asked while shifting on her feet.

I pointed to the door behind her. “Lock it.”

Her eyes widened. “Noah, we can't!”

I titled my head to the side. “Angel, are you afraid?”

“No,” Y/N scoffed with a shaky voice. “I just don’t-.”

“Lock. The. Door.”

I never took my eyes off of her as I watched her shuffle her feet back to the door and when the click of the lock echoed in the large space, I hooked my finger at her.

“Get in the pool,” I demanded.

Y/N swallowed thickly. “Uh, I didn’t wear my swimsuit.”

My feet kept wading through the water as I bit my lip. “Are you telling me that’s all you’re wearing?”

When she nodded, I absent-mindedly ran a hand over my chest, a hum vibrating against my palm. I had two options: I could have her strip naked and get in the pool or have her get in the pool while still wearing my shirt.

Deciding on the second option, I jumped into the pool still wearing the mask, and swam to the other end of the pool where she stood. I reached my hand out towards her but quickly picked up on the hesitation on her face.

“Are you alright?” I asked, my facade dropping slightly.

“Um, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of nervous about what you have planned,” she rubbed her hands on her thighs. “I trust you, Noah. I do.”

“Safe word?” I reminded her.

Y/N nodded with a small hint of a smile. “I remember.”

“Good,” I extended my hand again. “Now get your pretty ass in this pool.”

When she went to reach for her shirt to take it off, I curly shook my head. “Leave it on.”

The second her soft hand was in mine, I helped her walk down the stairs of the pool until the water stopped right under her breasts. I yanked her into my embrace, catching her lips in a passionate kiss. Her nails dug into my chest while mine gripped underneath the shirt, grazing over her bare ass.

“Angel,” I groaned against her lips while pushing her against the wall of the pool, locking her in place.

Y/N pushed me away gently so she could look into my eyes, hers darting all over my face.

“Fuck, I thought you looked hot in the black one but something about this yellow mask is making me feral,” she nipped at the skin of my neck.

I hissed in pleasure, shivering underneath the touch of her lips upon me. It was something I never got used to, no matter how many times she kissed me. I still couldn't explain this feeling that filled my heart and view whenever I was with her. It was so unknown that it scared me to follow it at first. It hindered me useless when she left me in the hotel room all those months ago.

Suddenly I realized that this was the first time we were in a hotel room together since that first night together and fear sunk my heart deep. I yanked her away from me so I could force her to look into my eyes.

“Promise you won’t leave?” I asked with a stern hold on her chin.

“Huh?”

I licked my lips. “I need you to promise me that you won’t walk out the door tonight unless it’s with me.”

Y/N’s eyes darted back and forth between mine until they finally softened, her realizing why I needed her to promise me this.

“Noah,” she cupped my cheek over the mask. “I promise to never leave you like that again. I’m here with you, for you, and I’m never leaving.”

I swallowed the burn in my throat and left a kiss on the inside of her palm. “Thank you.”

She kissed me again and this time, I didn’t hold back. I ravaged every single inch of her with my hands and mouth, needing to taste her; to feel her. With my hands on her hips, I forced her to turn around towards the wall of the pool.

“Hands on the edge,” I rasped.

Doing what I said, Y/N rested her hands on the edge of the pool while I brought her ass towards me underneath the water. My cock was straining against the confines of my tight swim trunks, it almost begging to be inside of her. Ever since she sent me that picture earlier, all I could think about was the sweetness of her pussy and the way it felt when it gripped my cock.

Once my cock was free, I pumped it a few times underwater and leaned over Y/N to whisper in her ear.

“You think you were smart sending me that picture earlier?”

My voice was dark and low, filled with my desire and mock disappointment.

“No,” she breathed.

“Anyone could have seen it, angel,” I nuzzled my mask-covered face into the crook of her neck. “What if that happened?”

One hand was wrapped tightly around my cock, poised at her entrance, while my other hand dug into the soft skin of her hip to keep her in place.

“I’m sorry,” she whined while pressing her ass farther into me.

Her whines went straight to my cock.

“I’m not going to hold back, angel,” I bit down on the sweet spot of skin underneath her ear.

“Fuck me, Noah.”

With fucking pleasure.

The water splashed as I slammed into her, completely seething myself between her folds, and her cries echoed throughout the vast room around us. Neither of us said a word as I harshly fucked it, the only thing that you could hear was the water splashing, my heavy breathing, and her cries of pleasure.

I wrapped my arm around her midsection to pull her closer to me, her shirt hiked up just underneath her breasts, and I felt the sweat gather on my forehead underneath the mask due to the humidity of the pool and our bodies intertwined.

“Shit,” I cursed when her pussy clenched around me. “I need to take the mask off.”

“No!” Y/N looked over her shoulder at me. “Please, not yet.”

Water had splashed out from the pool onto the stone floor around us and I yanked her off of me, her whines of protest sounding like music to my ears. I spun Y/N around so she could look up at me now.

“You want to see the mask?”

She nodded in her blissed-out state.

“Then eyes on me, angel,” I demanded, spearing her open with my cock yet again.

Y/N cried out my name, almost as if she was praying to me, and I lifted her leg around my back so I could reach her at a better angle; deeper. I needed to go deeper.

“Noah.”

Her eyes never left mine as I fucked her senseless, her mouth falling open. My cock twitched inside her when the fire burned at the base of my spine, my orgasm so fucking close.

“Are you close, angel?” I asked, barely hanging on as my pace became erratic and uneven.

There was a slight frown on her face and for a second, I worried I was hurting her.

“It’s hard for me to cum underwater,” Y/N admitted with a shy face.

One hand rested against my chest while her other grasped at my mask, almost holding it in place.

“It’s okay, you can cum, Noah. Cum for me, I want to watch your face underneath the mask fall apart.

A whimper crawled out of my throat, one that made Y/N’s eyes widened and pussy clench around me one final time as my hips stilled, cock spilling my arousal into her. My forehead fell to hers as my breath came out strangled.

“So beautiful,” Y/N mused while playing with the strands of hair that peaked out from underneath my mask.

“Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t cum in water,” I asked, almost breathless, now looking at her.

She shrugged. “Trust me, Noah. It still felt good; really good. But I couldn’t even if you put a vibrator against my clit. My body just can't.”

Ripping off the mask now, I let the cool air of the room brush across the heated skin of my face and took a deep breath.

“Well,” I kissed her lips and tucked myself away. “Seems like we have unfinished business then.”

Y/N raised a brow but before she could ask what I meant, I had her sitting on the edge of the pool, me following right behind her.

“Noah-.”

Her giggles carried around the room as I threw her wet body over my shoulder and began walking us out of the pool room.

“My ass is hanging out!” She cried.

I smacked it before unlocking the door. “Lucky for you, our room is only down the hall.”

It was her turn to smack my ass. “If anyone sees us, Mr. Sebastian, I swear to Hades himself.”

“Oh, Mr. Sebastian, huh? Am I your professor now?” I joked when we stepped in front of our door.

When Y/N was set down on her feet, she crossed her arms over her chest, the wet strands of her hair sticking to her face.

“Are you suggesting a new roleplay?”

She was fucking adorable with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. If she wasn’t careful, I would have pressed her up against the door and fucked her right here in the hallway.

“You like the idea of me dressing up as your professor? You’re my student coming to ask for extra credit?” I teased while leaning an arm against the wall above her.

Y/N gazed up at me through her lashes and dragged a finger down my abdomen, resting at the waistband of my swim trunks. “Only if you wear those gold round glasses.”

“Really,” I leaned away from her. “Those glasses turned you on?”

She shrugged with chattering lips. “You look fucking adorable in glasses.”

I patted her thigh. “Let’s get you inside and warm you up. Your lips are blue.”

Once the door was opened, I let her walk in first, only for Y/N to halt in place with a loud gasp leaving her lips. I stood behind her with a proud smirk on her face.

READER

I stood in place as I took in the sight in front of me with tears gathering in my eyes. Somehow while we were in the pool, Noah had someone come and decorate our hotel room with a variety of flowers, a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a bottle of sparkling grape juice on the table.

“Wh-what is this?” I pointed while looking back at Noah.

He was leaning his back against the shut door, a proud smile on his face. “I told you we would celebrate you finishing your book.”

“When did you do this?”

“Jolly came and set it up while we were in the pool,” Noah said.

I felt my skin prick and burn. “You didn’t tell him why we were in the pool, did you?”

“No, angel,” he snorted while pushing himself off the door and closing the distance between us. “Do you like it?”

I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head against the cool skin of his chest.

“I love it, thank you.”

Noah placed a kiss on top of my head. “Anything for you.”

We stayed like that for a few beats until he lifted my chin with a finger and kissed me gently and slowly. The amount of passion from this simple kiss made my heart stutter in my chest and my head spin with a feeling I was so afraid of confronting. It had been lingering within me a lot the last week and I kept pushing it deeper and deeper.

But now in Noah’s embrace, I couldn’t ignore that feeling that lit a fire in my veins and made my heart spread warmth throughout my entire existence.

He walked me back towards the bed where the back of my knees hit before I fell onto it, Noah following close behind. His hand grazed over the chilled skin of my thigh before resting over my hip as his other hand palmed my cheek, keeping me in place.

My fingers wrapped around his wrist while I hooked him with my legs around his back. Noah’s tongue brushed over my lips as he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Woah,” I said breathlessly. “That was some kiss.”

His eyes burned with so much adoration as he stared down at me, thumb grazing just underneath my cheekbone.

“I have something else we can try tonight. If you’re up for it.”

I nodded, a little too eager. “Always.”

Noah climbed off of me to help me sit up, removing my cold wet shirt and tossing it to the floor. My nipples perked with the sudden chill and he motioned for me to lie back.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

I nodded again. “Always.”

“Close your eyes for me then, angel.”

Doing as he said, I listened as he moved around the room, glass clanking together, and what sounded like him rustling around in his suitcase. The bed dipped next to my head when I felt Noah grab my wrists, pinning them together, and a silk fabric was tied around them.

“What?” I opened my eyes to see him tying my wrists to the headboard of the bed.

My heart rate picked up as the slick wetness pooled between my legs.

Noah peered down at me. “I-is this alright?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he suddenly became.

“More than alright,” I reassured him with a soft kiss to the anime tattoo on his thigh.

With my reassurance, he finished tying my wrists to the bed and then slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

“If this is too much, let me know.”

Suddenly without my sense of sight or touch, my others picked up and I could hear the slight waver in Noah’s voice.

“I’m okay, Noah. I’ll use the safe word if I have to.”

He patted my thigh softly before he got off the bed only for a few seconds before returning. A bottle popped loudly in the room and I squirmed, my squeals echoed when a cold liquid spilled over my stomach and between the valley of my breasts.

“It’s so cold,” I giggle while writhing in my binds.

Noah’s tongue licked up the liquid, starting at my navel then up between my breasts and I heard him hum in approval.

“You taste so fucking good, angel.”

His hand lifted my legs so I was perched on my feet then spread them wide. The cold liquid was then spilled over my core and when I tried to close my legs, Noah’s grip on my thighs turned bruising; in the best way.

“No hiding.”

“Shit,” I arched my back off the bed when I felt his tongue lap up the juices, my own and the one he spilled before he sucked it with a pop.

My jaw was wrenched open and although I couldn’t see, I could hear Noah taking a drink from the bottle before he hovered over my lips. Suddenly, he kissed me, spitting the juice from his mouth into mine and I groaned in ecstasy as I hungrily attacked him.

Unfortunately, he pulled away too soon and I could hear Noah set down the bottle on the bedside table but was taken aback when his lips met mine in a hungry kiss yet again. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I moaned when I tasted myself mixed with the sparkling grape juice.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” Noah mused while he kissed down my jaw and neck. “I can’t wait to be by your side as you continue to succeed.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” I joked as a happy tear fell from behind the blindfold.

He kissed it away. “You deserve all of this.”

Suddenly his warmth was gone only to be replaced with an unknown feeling being grazed over my perky nipples and then down my stomach. It was gone for a second and what sounded like Noah taking a bite of something juicy before I felt that object grazing over the same path as before only this time it was wet and sticky. His tongue followed that path and I shivered underneath the touch, still only seeing the darkness of the blindfold.

“If I had to compare you to any flavor, I think this would be it,” Noah’s voice was deep, overtaken by his own lust.

I whined. “Noah, please.”

My body felt on fire with what I guess was the strawberries, as it dragged over every inch of my torso followed by Noah’s tongue. The burn between my legs was a painful ache that I needed to touch. With me not orgasming in the pool, I felt like I was ready to explode with the simple breath of him.

I pulled at the binds. “Please, love.”

I felt Noah stiffen above me. “What?”

“Can you take the blindfold off? I want to see you.”

Suddenly I blinked wildly at the sudden brightness of the room but sucked in a breath when I realized how close Noah was to me; his pupils blown wide.

“What did you call me?”

My brows furrowed as I tried to remember what I did call him.

“Love?” I said again, only this time it was filled with doubt.

Was it too much? Too soon for a nickname like that?

“I’m sorry. It sort of slipped. If you don’t like it-.”

Noah’s hand covered my mouth, hushing my rantings. “It’s fine, angel. I like it. As long as you don’t call me some kind of frozen dessert, love is fine.”

I peered down at myself, eyes widening at the sticky mess he created. My breasts and stomach were covered with the red juice from the strawberry and the chocolate that seemed to melt.

Then resting on top of my pussy was a perfectly shaped strawberry and Noah followed my gaze by perching himself between my legs, his brown eyes peering up at me.

He took a bite of the strawberry and flicked it with his tongue. Anything I wanted to say died on my tongue as I continued to watch him devour the fruit that was still resting on my core.

“No-Noah,” his name came out choked.

“Hm?” He hummed while flicking his gaze up to me, now dragging the half-eaten fruit between my lips and I arched off the bed at the new sensation.

I pulled hard at the binds on my wrist but cursed when I realized there was no way I’d be able to break free.

“Try all you want. I’ve done extensive research in Shibari,” Noah bit gently on the inside of my thigh. “You’re not getting out of that.”

I hissed. “Shi-what?”

“Shibari,” Noah bit then licked up the entire length of my thigh. “Japanese bondage.”

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Have you been reading my private thoughts or something? You’re two for two tonight on my secret list of kinks.”

His head snapped up from between my legs. “What was the first one?”

I wanted to turn my head away in embarrassment but knew that Noah didn’t want me to hide from him.

“You spitting the juice in my mouth,” I said with only a slight waver in my voice.

Noah’s eyes darkened as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “You’re bringing out this dark side of me, angel.”

I lifted my hips towards his face. “Prove it.”

His face disappeared when he buried himself between my legs again, tongue and teeth crazing over my clit and I cried out in pleasure.

“I’d say you’re better than any fucking fruit,” Noah said before sucking on my sensitive nub and adding two fingers.

He pumped ruthlessly and I swore under my breath, stars blinding my vision.

“God Noah,” I mewelled feeling the coil in my stomach pull taunt, almost ready to spring free.

My toes curled as my legs went stiff, orgasm so fucking close.

“That’s right, you call me and I’ll make sure you cum, angel,” Noah rasped.

Finally, I let my body relax as my waves of ecstasy washed over me and I came all over Noah’s face and fingers, the noises I made undoubtedly being heard by whoever was in the room next to us.

“Shit,” I breathed, chest heaving.

Noah licked me through the aftershocks while he reached for another strawberry. The juices squirted everywhere when he sunk his teeth in deep and it was then I noticed he had stripped himself of his swim trunks, baring himself naked in front of me as he knelt between my legs. His hair was falling into his eyes in slight curls from the humidity of the pool earlier and I whined at how gorgeous he looked with the red juices of the strawberry and my arousal coating his lips and jaw.

His cock was thick and red, beads of precum spilling from the slit and I licked my lips, wanting a taste.

Noah cocked his head to the side. “Do you want to suck something, angel?”

“Please!” I begged.

Suddenly the fingers he used to finger me were stuffed in my mouth, instantly tasting myself and the strawberry on them. My tongue quickly went to work on cleaning them, humming in approval of the taste.

“That’s it, I want you to taste how heavenly you are for me, angel.”

His fingers were yanked from my mouth with a loud pop but before I could protest, I noticed Noah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, jaw falling slack. I saw his hips still and felt a warm liquid coat the inside of my thigh. His cum covered both of our thighs and the blanket beneath me.

“Shit,” Noah cursed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think-.”

“Untie me.”

He raised a brow. “What?”

My jaw clenched as I spoke through gritted teeth. “Untie. Me. Now.”

“Yes ma'am,” Noah joked while finally freeing me from my binds.

Once freed, I managed to overpower him so that I was straddling him, a look of shock on his face. I reached for a strawberry on the plate next to the bed then once perched over his cock, semi-limp but also hard from his orgasm, I took a large bite of the strawberry so now he was covered in the juices.

I tossed the rest of the strawberry to the ground before licking up the cum from inside his thigh and then the length of Noah’s cock, reveling in the taste of his cum and strawberry. My tongue swirled over the head in fast circles and Noah’s hand grasped at my hair, holding me in place.

The noise that came from Noah’s mouth nearly made me choke on his cock.

Did he just whine?

No. There’s no way.

I grabbed the rest of his cock I couldn’t fit in my mouth and stroked in slow pumps.

Another whine echoed in the room.

Shit.

“Angel,” Noah whined, just before he spilled himself down my throat. “What the fuck!”

I was pulled off of him with a loud pop, his hips shaking from being over-sensitive.

“That’s it, Noah,” I praised with a kiss to the reaper tattoo on his stomach. “I knew you had it in you.”

As he pulled me into his warm embrace, ready to sleep the exhaustion that had suddenly overtaken us away, I didn’t miss how his eyes glistened when I praised him.

“Do you remember your promise?” Noah’s voice broke through the quiet.

I rested my chin on his chest as I glanced up at him. “I’m not leaving you, Noah. I’m right here with you as long as you have me.”

He left a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’m not letting you go, angel.”

I wrapped my leg around his stomach. “The feeling is mutual, love.”

Just before the darkness of sleep took us, I traced my finger over Noah’s chest. “I’m going to move to Los Angeles.”

Noah suddenly lifted my chin to face him, his eyes full of light and hope. “You are?”

I nodded with a wide smile. “There’s nothing for me in Las Vegas anymore. Everything I want is wherever you are, Noah.”

We shared a lazy kiss that was full of passion and I relaxed into his embrace, excited for what the future held for us.

READER

“Mother fucker,” Noah cursed as he bounded down the steps of the stage to where I was standing.

It was the final show of the tour and everything you think could have gone wrong, did.

There were fights all night.

Noah’s voice wasn’t up to par as he was dealing with some kind of sore throat but he wanted to push on.

Folio’s drum broke but that was an easy fix.

Not to mention, since this was the last show, that meant that I was flying back home tomorrow. We didn’t speak of it much only because we didn’t want the bubble we created the last few weeks to pop. I needed to go back home to pack up my apartment and figure out where the hell I was going to live. In the last few days, we spent all our free time looking up apartments only to be broken down when I realized how expensive Noah’s area was.

“Something will come up, angel,” Noah kissed the side of my head. “We can’t rush things.”

“I have less than sixty days to find something. I feel like I have to rush. But these prices are insane.”

Nick set down a cup of tea in front of me as we all lounged in the front area of the bus while it drove us to the next destination.

“Your book is set to be published at the end of the month right?” He asked.

I nodded. “It cleared out my savings so I’m hoping that it wasn’t for nothing.”

Jolly sighed. “You need to stop being so negative. While we didn’t read your book, from what Noah has said, your book will become popular. You already have a great following on your Instagram. Just give it time.”

“I’m my biggest critic,” I shrugged with a sigh.

“That’s why you and Noah are perfect together,” Folio joked with a smirk.

I was brought out of the past when Noah kicked the crate next to me and I grabbed his arm.

“Noah, you need to take a breath,” I said when he turned to look at me.

The vein in his neck twitched. “This was the last show and everything kept getting fucked up.��

“I know,” I rested my hand on his cheek and could feel all the anger leave his body. “But you can’t dwell on it, alright? You can’t change things that already happened.”

He pressed a kiss on the inside of my palm. “I just hate not being able to control things.”

I nodded. “I’ve noticed. Which is why I have a surprise for you.”

Noah raised a brow while he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, guiding me towards the green room of the venue. We had plans to drive the six hours from the venue back to Noah’s place where I would take a flight out tomorrow night back home.

We had about twenty-four hours left with each other and I didn’t want to waste it with things we couldn’t change.

“Do I get a hint?” Noah waggled his eyebrows as we stepped through the doorway of the green room.

“Oh, does this have to do with you needing the back room of the bus?” Folio wondered, picking up on the last bit of our conversation.

“Yes, it does,” I stuck out my tongue playfully before I turned back to Noah. “I’m going to head to the bus to get things ready. Text me when you’re done here?”

He smiled and pecked my lips. “You have my mind swirling with ideas, angel.”

I smacked his ass on the way out of the green room. “You have no idea, love.”

Thirty minutes later, I was standing in the middle of the back room of the tour bus, shaking out my nerves. This was big and something I didn’t know how Noah would react. He could get one look at me and slam the door shut in my face. While we did explore a wide variety of kinks in our sex life, this was something different.

I pulled at the red lace over my breasts as I adjusted the lingerie set I had bought earlier today. It was tighter than I would have liked but I did feel sexy the moment I stepped into it. The material was thin, my nipples perking through, and the panties had the shape of a heart cut out on my ass, the breeze brushing across my bare ass.

I had no idea if Noah loved lingerie on his partners or if he liked what I had planned but it was something he needed. Doing my own research on Shibari, I found out that being tied up and bound helped for a variety of different reasons. One specifically: help people who feel like they’ve lost control.

A soft knock sounded on the door and I quickly brushed my hair out of my face while double-checking to make sure the blinds were drawn.

“Angel?” Noah’s soft voice called from the other side.

“It’s open!”

As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes widened at the sight especially when his gaze fell on me. The tattoo on his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

I shifted on my feet. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he ran a hand over his jaw. “What’s all this?”

“Uh,” I pointed to the floor. “Well, we both have been complaining about how small the bunks are, and with what I have planned, we needed more space. So I pulled the mattresses from our bunk and the two empty ones to make a giant bed.”

The corner of his lips curled up but his eyes were hidden underneath his black baseball cap so I couldn’t see them. He wore a black turtleneck, cargo pants to match, his white shoes in contrast to the rest of him.

“And this?” He motioned over my body.

I suddenly felt self-conscious. “You know, this was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

As I walked past Noah, ready to put whatever I had planned behind me, his arm shot out to wrap around me and tossed me to the floor, gently landing on the makeshift bed I created. His hips locked me into place as he held both of my hands above my head with one hand. Still hidden under his baseball cap, Noah tilted his head at me.

“Did I say you could leave? Especially to walk out there like this?”

I slowly shook my head. “N-no.”

“Good girl,” he mused while leaning farther over me, his lips ghosting over mine.

“Noah,” I whined. “This was supposed to be for you.”

He hummed, fingers of his free hand touching the lace of my panties.

“Fuck, angel. You look gorgeous in red.”

“I-uh-had a feeling you liked red,” I cursed when a finger slipped underneath my panties and between my folds.

“So wet. What do you have planned for me?” Noah brushed his lips over the swell of my breasts.

“Let me show you,” I lifted my legs to wrap around him, somehow managing to get him on his back.

It might not have looked the prettiest but it got the job done as now I was the one straddling him.

“As much as I love this hat on you,” I smacked it off of him, his brown eyes now on full display. “I want to see your entire face with what I have planned.”

On the couch next to us was a bag and I rummaged through it, still sitting on Noah’s hips. He rested his hands behind his head as he watched me.

“Now, I know that you can easily overpower me but can you promise to let me do this?” I asked, pausing momentarily from looking through the bag.

Noah smirked. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Safe word?” That was my response.

His face went stone, eyes darkening as his pupils dilated. “Angel.”

Freeing the rope from the bag, I held it out in front of him. “Take off your shirt.”

Without a second thought, Noah stripped himself of his shirt, and when I stood to my feet, allowing him to kick off his shoes before shimming out of his pants, donning only a pair of black briefs.

“Hands above your head,” I ordered.

Once Noah was adjusted back on the floor with his hands above his head, I sat on his hips once again and began working on the knots I spent the last few days practicing in private.

“Shibari?” He asked.

“You know,” I started, pulling the knots around his wrist tight. “Bondage is more than just sex. It can help people deal with panic attacks or not feel like they’re in control. Their mind is solely focused on the binds and feeling as if they can't escape kind of grounds them in a way.”

“Why do you think I started reading about it?” Noah asked quietly.

I paused briefly to stare down at him, the features of his face now soft.

“I can stop-.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Keep going.”

With his reassurance, I finished up the knots around his wrists and smiled in victory. I then kissed from his jaw down to his neck, all the way down his chest and stomach. Noah’s breathing became slow and steady so when I peered up at him, I noticed his eyes were closed.

I began to pull down his briefs, his hard cock springing free and smacking against his stomach. The beads of precum begging to be tasted so that's exactly what I did.

“Shit, Y/N.”

Noah’s bound hands reached for me and I immediately pulled myself off his cock. Looking around the room, I tried to find something to tie him to so he couldn’t move his arms.

“Oh, perfect,” I muttered while taking another rope from the bag.

I looped it through a free space of knots on the binds of his wrist and there was enough slack with the new rope as I tied it to the doorknob. We were less than two feet away from it so I knew Noah wouldn’t strain his arms if he pulled on it. I also knew that the door was locked and wouldn’t open.

“You little minx,” Noah licked his lips as I positioned myself between his legs again.

“Just enjoy this, love. It’s all about you tonight.”

I grasped his cock in my hand as I lowered my mouth over it once again. My tongue brushed along the underside of it as I began bobbing my head up and down, free hand massaging his balls.

“Fuck,” Noah strangled out, pulling on his bindings.

The door rattled loudly but I didn’t care if anyone heard. As I mentioned, this was for Noah and I wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that.

I worked him upright to the brink, knowing that when his stomach muscles tightened, he was close. So I popped off of him, earning an annoyed groan from Noah.

“Fuck you,” he said with no ounce of venom behind his voice.

I tsked while smacking his thigh. “Such a filthy mouth. Maybe I need to stuff it with something?”

Noah’s eyes flashed as he pulled on his bindings. “I fucking hate I can’t touch you right now.”

I laid a soft kiss on his lips. “Soon, love. If you behave.”

Reaching behind me, I pulled out the last two things from the bag, slipped on the bright yellow mask, and looked back towards Noah.

“Oh,” his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Fuck, Y/N. Angel. I-.”

I titled my head. “Cat got your tongue, Noah?”

The door rattled even louder now as Noah yanked on his bindings. “Untie me.”

Ignoring him, I gently forced his mouth open and set the grillz on his top and bottom teeth. Noah’s tongue glided over them, huffing and puffing with anger that I wouldn’t untie him.

When he growled, the grillz shined under the light and my pussy clenched with desire.

I wonder how it would feel to have him eat me out with those in his mouth.

Hm, another time.

Noah bit his lip hard, drawing a little bit of blood and I immediately brought his face to mine, licking up the blood as I kissed him deeply. We both moaned into the kiss and I reached between us to poise his cock at my entrance. I wanted this night to drag on but suddenly, I couldn’t wait. I needed him inside of me.

Pulling away from our kiss, I pushed my panties to the side before sitting completely on his cock. Both of our moans echoed in the room as I sat there for a long moment, reveling in the way he felt between my walls.

“So good,” I praised before moving my hips.

The veins in Noah’s arms bulged as he tried to break free of his binds but I refused to let him go.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, gone in ecstasy.

I did, two fingers pressed to my clit in fast circles as I brought both Noah and me closer to our orgasms.

“Noah!” I cried out when mine hit me without warning, my arousal coating his cock and hips.

“Holy shit,” his head smacked against the floor. “ ‘M gonna fill you up, angel.”

I nodded hastily as he fucked me through the aftershocks, soon enough his warm essence filled me up, just like he promised.

Exhausted, I fell onto him in a heap, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Noah brushed a kiss into my hairline.

“Thank you for this, angel. It helped; a lot.”

I patted his cheek, eyes closed with slumber. “Of course, my love.”

Suddenly remembering he was still tied up, I clambered off of him, his cum running down my legs as I went to work untying him. Once freed, I brought his red wrists to my lips, pressing gentle kisses.

“You might have to explain to the guys where those marks came from,” I said with a grimace,

Noah rolled us over so we were laying on the makeshift bed again, covering us in the blanket.

“I want to hold you till we're frozen,” Noah nuzzled his nose in the back of my neck.

With a yawn, I rested my back against his chest, letting the noises of the bus gliding along the road and the guys moving around the front of the bus lull me to sleep.

“Angel?”

I was so exhausted that I could only hum in response to Noah.

“I hope you know that I’m coming with you to Vegas to help you pack.”

This had me turning over in his arms so I could face him. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat so I brushed it away.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said.

He left a kiss on my nose causing me to giggle. “I know but I want to. We can keep looking for places in the meantime.”

I raised a playful brow. “You’re really not letting me go, huh?”

“You’re stuck with me,” Noah kissed my lips.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

NOAH

Carrying the box down the long hallway, I let my mind wander to how I got here; how we got here.

I never thought all those months ago when Y/N first stepped into that green room behind Britt that my life would change the way it had. I never expected one night of sex would turn into a full-blown relationship for me. But the moment those bright eyes pulled me in that very first night, I knew that Y/N was it for me. She was the only one I wanted.

Y/N was apprehensive at first to follow me on the road, but I didn’t blame her. She was worried all we would do was fight but contrary to that, we only fought once and that was a few weeks ago when we had to spend some time apart.

I had to fly back to Los Angeles for some podcast interviews and Y/N needed to remain in Vegas to finish packing up her place. She still couldn’t find a new place, one that she could afford even though her book sales were flourishing. A week after the tour ended, her book was finally released and was slowly climbing the ladder towards a best seller. It wasn’t there yet but just as I predicted, it was popular. It sold out in a variety of stores around the States.

Even though it was a small fight, it still weighed heavy on my heart. It was almost two weeks apart from each other and our calls were far in between; both of us were busy. Needless to say, we were getting frustrated.

“I don’t understand what you want me to do, Noah. I’m just as busy as you.”

I pinched my nose with one hand while the other held the phone to my ear as I paced my room.

“Yeah I get it but, I want to hear your voice. Sorry for bothering you over it.”

“I never said that!”

I knew it was wrong to snap at her but my anger got the best of me. I hated being so far from her. She told me prior she was thinking of renting a place thirty minutes from me.

“It’s just how it felt! The way you answered.” I sighed into the phone.

“Noah! Come on! If we want this to work, we can’t do this.”

I scoffed. “Do what?”

“This petty blaming shit. Who misses whose calls first or what not? Come on.”

“How do you expect me to react, Y/N? You told me you’re renting a place that’s too far,” I fell onto the edge of my bed.

“Thirty minutes isn’t too far, Noah! And I never said I was renting it. I was thinking about it. There’s nothing else closer. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Just let me find a place, alright? I know something will show up,” I urged her. “Don’t jump into the first place you find without actually thinking it through.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Look, this is a bit too much for me right now. I’m already stressed out as it is, the last thing I need from you is you pushing me.”

I shook my head. “I’m not pushing you-.”

“I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

Once she hung up, I stared at the screen of my phone for less than two minutes as my knee bounced in agitation.

Fuck that. I’m not leaving it like this.

“What, Noah?” Y/N sighed as she answered the phone.

“I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to start a fight. I just miss you, that’s all,” I apologized while running a hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry too, love. It was wrong of me to take my stress and anger about the situation out on you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to find anything close to you.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “We will, I promise.”

She did find an affordable place that was close to me and she signed the lease this morning, us spending all day moving in her things. The guys helped out but once evening came, Y/N rushed them out of the apartment. They spent all day working with us, they needed to rest.

“Here’s the last box from the truck,” I spoke while setting it down on the kitchen island.

Y/N smiled up at me from her spot on the floor, newspapers scattered around her.

“Thank you, love. Is Jolly still taking the truck back?”

I nodded. “You know, I love my house. It’s comfortable. I’ve got a great couch and I go out on my porch every morning to drink my coffee in the sunlight. But I can definitely see myself being comfortable and finding a home here too. Wherever you are is home.”

Y/N rose to her feet and walked into my embrace; my arms immediately encircling around her. We faced the large windows of her apartment as we gazed down to the row of houses that their backyards faced her complex; one sticking out like a needle in a haystack.

“I love that, and I’m very happy you feel safe with me. You’re home to me too, Noah.”

Y/N then pointed to the one house I was already staring at. “Is that the porch you have your morning coffee on?”

I chuckled. “Damn straight. I’ll be able to wave to you every morning.”

These apartment complexes went up across the street from my house about a year or so ago so when one finally went up for rent, I sent the listing to Y/N immediately and she agreed right away; affordable and close by. Within walking distance.

We spent the next few hours unpacking everything, joking about things here and there, as music played softly in the background. I helped put away some of the wine glasses, taking them out of the bubble wrap and carefully placing them in the cabinets.

“They’re all even. Nice!” I muttered to myself, admiring my work.

I turned to get some more when I saw her. Y/N was sitting on the floor fiddling with an object she unpacked herself. She was so beautiful, serene, so sweet.

That’s when it hit me. We have never been closer in this time of love, nor communicated more profoundly with one another, than when she would brush silent lips against my shoulder or when I touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

All this time, I fucking knew.

I wanted to hide what was pushing out of my mouth, what was about to roll off my tongue- I wanted so badly to keep quiet because of the fear of the unknown.

What if she didn’t feel the same? I couldn’t handle that. Not after everything.

However, before I knew it, it flew out of my mouth like a crow who was easily disturbed and needed to get to its next destination

“I love you.”

Y/N nearly dropped the stack of books in her hands when she rose to her feet, ready to set them on her bookshelf.

“What did you say?” She set the book on the kitchen island between us.

I ran my hand through my hair, a wide smile on my face. “Well, it’s just that I didn’t think this part of my life was ever going to be a thing. I accepted this part of my life would be over or just a series of random hookups until I met you. Everything that happened from the moment our eyes locked in that green room to now just proved to me what I’ve always known. I love you.”

Y/N jumped onto the counter and slid herself over to me and I stumbled to catch her in time as her lips met mine in a heated kiss, teeth and tongue clashing.

“I love you too,” she admitted against my lips.

My heart soared into my throat and I cupped her face. “Fuck, you do?”

She nodded. “I’ve known for a while now but was too afraid to admit it. But now that I’m here with you, creating these two different homes with you, I know I can't hide those feelings anymore.”

I lifted her from the counter, my arms resting underneath the swell of her ass, and began leading her towards the bedroom.

“I love you, Y/N.” I nipped at her bottom lip.

She moaned, scratching her nails against the skin behind my neck. “I love you too, angel.”

With a wink, I tossed her onto the bed. “I like your bed. How about we break it in?”

I kicked the door shut with my foot, the sounds of our love echoing through the new space, creating a home here for the two of us.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens reader

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malliluvs · 1 year

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beauty and brains

♡ college! ellie x f! academic reader

♡ after failing one of your classes, ellie knows just the thing to make you feel better

18+!!

warnings !

praising, fingering, oral r!recieving

word count: 1.0k

you always were an overachiever, and when you got into your dream university, you and your high-school sweetheart ellie couldn't be more happy.

when your semester finals came in, you couldn't be more excited. you always took pride in your grades, and you wouldn't let your 4.0 gpa get ruined by anything.

you excitedly sat next to ellie, your laptop in your lap as you got ready to check your final grades. you were confident you passed, and so was ellie.

when you saw your grades for government and economics, both your faces fell.

"hey... hey..." ellie said comfortingly. "you still did good!" but she knew the truth, there was no saving this grade.

you had gotten a 64% for her final grade.

tears started falling down your cheeks. ellie just sighed.

"baby, let's look at your other grades, you still did good." ellie said, before bringing up the rest of your final grades, they were all A+, but you couldn't pay attention to them.

ellie shushed your cries, pulling you into her chest, she closed your laptop and put it to the side before wrapping her arms around your waist.

"i tried so hard..." you said in between sobs. ellie kissed your hair. "i know you did baby girl ... i know." ellie said, rubbing you back comforting.

after you calmed down, ellie lifted your chin up, her eyes locked onto yours. "come on, cheer up, okay?" ellie said, before she placed her lips on yours.

it was delicate, her lips felt like flower petals, but ellie couldn't keep her hands off your body.

her hands traveled down to your ass, sqeezing them playfully. she became zealous with her kisses, her lips ravishing against your own. the atmosphere shifted as ellies hand traveled to your waist, inching up your shirt.

she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes hooded with lust as she stared into yours. she brought a hand up, and moved your dishevled hair out of your face. your cheeks were flushed with a dark red.

she traced your bottom lip with her thumb, your lips parted just enough.

"youre so fucking cute, you know that right?" ellie's voice was smoky and filled with lust and admiración.

you felt butterflies in your stomach, and your worries faded away as ellie consumed the world around you.

she chuckled as she wiped the tears away from my puffy eyes. "youre even pretty when you cry... god i just wanna eat you up."

before you knew it, her lips were on yours again, this time the kiss was ungracious, her lips attacking yours as her tongue made it's laps around your mouth.

a soft groan emanated from her throat, her hands gripping your waist roughly. she pushed you down on the bed, her body flush against yours, the heat from her body fogging your mind.

suddenly you felt her hand slide under your waistband, your breath caught in your throat. ellie pulled back to watch you face.

one thing ellie always needed was to see your face, the way you moaned, the way you begged, the way your mouth wrapped around her strap. she wanted to see it all.

ellies fingers slid under your leggings, and she immediately ran her middle finger over your clothed slit, earning a soft moan from your lips. she wasted no time pulling your panties to the side, soaking her fingers in your slick.

"els..." you whined, and ellie bit her lip at the sound of you.

"look how pretty you are... god, you're so fucking wet..." she praised, nibbling on your ear. "my pretty girl."

ellies fingers were practically soaked, her calloused fingers stimulating your aching cunt, not enough to push you over the edge but just enough to keep you on your toes.

she slid one of her large fingers in, a smirk adorned her face when she felt your walls tighten around her.

"if you keep clenching like that, how am I supposed to move?" she tilted her head, watching your face contort in pleasure.

your hands found her chest, clinging to the straps of her wife beater.

her mouth traveled down to your neck, the feeling of her soft lips kissing your body was making you crazy, and when she added another finger, you didn't know if you could last much longer.

"ellie... p-please..." you whined, ellie knew what you needed, and she was glad to give it to you. anything to distract you from the stress.

she added a third finger, pumping her fingers in and out of your sensitive hole, your back arching at the feeling.

she sucked her tongue, watching your eyes flutter shut. her mouth traveled from your neck to your collarbone, biting gently, her lips leaving a trail of love bites down your chest.

one thing ellie loved was to leave marks, marks that would remind of her days in the future, marks that told the whole world who you belong to.

you felt that familiar feeling in your gut, that build up of pleasure begging to burst. ellie felt you tighten around her fingers as she abused your sweet spot, with each thrust she hit it at just the right angle causing your mind to go blank.

mindless praises fell out of your mouth, only making ellie chuckle.

"does it feel good?" she smirked. "or do you want me to stop?"

you shook your head. "no no! please ells, please don't stop." you begged, and let out of a soft sigh.

you felt her fingers leave your core, leaving you gaping around nothing.

"ellie!" you whined, but before you could complain any more she pulled down your legging and panties, replacing her fingers with her tongue.

you through your head back, desperate moans and gasps left your mouth as her tongue skillfully licked your clit, her roughly penetrating your needy hole, leaving you breathless.

the texture of her tongue against your sensitive clit and the feeling of her thick fingers was overwhelming, and before you knew it your legs were tight around her head, but ellie didn't stop, she continued to ravage your core. your juices covered her chin and lips.

when you finally came down from your high, ellie licked you clean before sitting up, looking at you. she licked her wet lips before bringing her fingers up to her mouth, licking them clean.

you were left gasping for air.

"you did so good, my smart girl."

was this good?? idk if this was good

#ellie tlou #ellie tlou 2 #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams oneshot #ellie williams drabble #ellie is so fine omg im creaming and like seizing rn

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parkerpeter24 · 9 months

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Arguing about what Christmas movies to watch with any Peter you want! And maybe

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”?

It doesn't need to be smut💖

this fic was exactly 777 words for some reason? 😭 i loved writing it!!! i made it my baby ps4 pete

pairing: PS4!peter x reader

winter blurbs 3.0 ❄️

peter was home alone. he was supposed to go over at may’s today but she was busy at the feast centre. the only thing peter could think of was to go over to your place and hang out with you.

so he changed quickly into his spidey suit, packing his clothes into his backpack. singing it over his shoulder and he was off to your place but when he reached your window, the room seemed empty and cold. he knocked anyway, receiving no reply. he sat down on the railing, pulling out his battered phone from his backpack he typed in your contact name and called you.

after a few rings, you picked up, your voice breathy.

“you’re out?” he asked.

“went grocery shopping.”

“in this weather?” peter asked, voice amused.

“i wanted to eat ramen, pete. you know i’d do anything for some good ramen.” you giggled and peter heard your front door open.

“well, can you open the window?” he asked, hearing shuffling from your apartment until he saw you opening the door to your room.

“i thought you were going over to may’s?” you mumbled into the phone still as you made your way over to the window, unlocking it for him.

peter quickly stumbled inside, hanging up and giving you a shrug, “she’s busy with martin, feast work.”

you gave him a smile, “fancy some ramen?”

after a while, the two of you were cuddled under the bed, finished ramen bowls kept on your bedside table as the two of you browsed through movies to watch on your laptop.

peter’s arm was lazily draped around your shoulders, his hand playing with your hair, “nightmare before christmas?”

“a little too late for that, parker.” you chuckled, looking at him.

“wanna watch a christmas movie?” he suggested and you nodded your head, “which one?”

you scrolled through the options, “silent night?”

“i’m sorry, i thought you said it was too late for that.” he gave you a look, making you roll your eyes.

“it’s not a halloween movie.”

“keep scrolling.” he said, not giving you the chance to do so as his finger met the screen of your laptop, scrolling past ‘silent night’, “maybe something classic like love actually or jingle all the way?”

you scrunched up your nose in disapproval, “we’ve seen it too many times.” it was peter’s turn to roll his eyes.

“it’s classic for a reason, babe.”

“how about we watch something new?”

peter gave it a thought and shrugged, “go on.”

“willy wonka?”

“that’s old-”

you cut him off, “i was talking about the new one.”

“that’s not exclusively a christmas movie.”

you groaned and looked back at the screen, “holidate?”

“cliché”

“christmas with you?”

“even more cliché.”

you looked at him with a straight face and he just kissed your forehead. you rested your head on his shoulder and just clicked on the next movie you found, “we’re watching family switch.”

“fine with me.”

the two of you watched the movie and you tried to keep your focus on the movie even though halfway through it peter was nestling his face into your neck, his lips grazing your skin. you kept your eyes trained at the screen, feeling him place butterfly kisses along your neck, “what are you doing?”

“got bored.” he mumbled back to your question, placing more kisses along your neck and collarbone, relaxing against the bed. your focus was breaking once peter’s hot tongue swirled against your warm skin. you gasped a little, feeling his teeth nip at your collarbone.

“it’s a nice movie.” you claimed.

“this is better.” he continued leaving kisses over the spot he bit before trailing kisses from the base of your neck, up to your jaw. his teeth biting into your skin every once in a while was followed by him soothing it by swiping his tongue over it.

it must’ve been almost ten minutes before you shut your laptop, pushing it away. your hand travelled to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

peter gasped a sound of surprise but kissed you back, his hands flying to your waist and pulling you closer to him. you pushed him back onto the bed, haphazard with the blanket as you straddled his lap.

when the two of you parted for air, peter’s eyes ran over your skin and he chuckled. you gave him a questioning look, “what?”

“i may or may not have left some…. marks.”

your hands went to the skin of your neck, dragging your fingers over the slightly sore spots.

“well…” you mumbled, smirking down at him, “it’s only fair if i return the favour.”

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The Aftermath || LN4 {13}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Lando is still struggling with his anxiety and it seems to only grows with time as he tried to balance work and parenting. Warnings: 18+ only, hurt/comfort, mentions of dad!PND WC: 3.4K

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“I thought this was supposed to get easier,” Lando grumbled as you sat in bed, your laptop screen filled with his image. The bright late afternoon sun was streaming through the window in your room but it was night where Lando was in Miami. “I feel like I’m letting everyone down. I can’t concentrate on the race because I’m thinking about you two, and I can’t be at home because of the race…I hate this.”

“I don’t know if it's easier, but I guess it will become a new normal in time. We’ll be with you at the next three races, just have to make it through this one.”

“I need this two week break to hurry up and arrive. I just need to be able to go to put Ren to bed and tuck her in,” startled cries sounded from the cot across the room as Renleigh woke from her nap, “and I need to be there to pick her up when she cries. I think I’m going out of my mind.”

The catch in his voice broke your heart and you grabbed your phone off the bedside so you could message Max. “You don’t know how much I wish I could take away the hurt you’re feeling, Lan. I don’t want you to be alone so Max is getting on the first flight he can. And before you argue, he is happy to do it. We are both worried about you, babe.”

“No offence, love, but I don’t need Max, I need my family.” He dropped his chin onto his hand with a sigh.

“I’m just a phone call away, day or night. But if you want snuggles, Max will have to do for a few more nights.”

You left the laptop for a moment so you could reach into the cot and bring Ren over to see her daddy, waving her little hand to the camera. A smile finally graced his lips as he waved back and leaned closer to the screen to kiss his camera.

Placing her on the bed, you both watched her try to crawl towards Lando. “That’s it, my girl,” he praised as she rocked forward before face planting into the soft blankets. “Getting there, you’ll be racing around in no time.”

“Speaking of racing, you should be getting ready for bed,” you reminded him gently. “Max will be there in the morning to keep you company and you know you can talk to him about anything.”

“You make it sound like I need counselling,” he joked but it fell flat when you shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, it’s just…your job is already so stressful, then the addition of a baby…it’s a big change and it’s alright to admit that. Dads can get PND too.”

“Really?” His brows pinched together as he fell silent.

“Even if you are fine, I think talking to someone else might still help. Remember when you got me to go to counselling? You said it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of and it isn’t.”

He didn’t look convinced as he muttered, “yeah, maybe.”

“Just think about it,” you suggested as he started to yawn. “And get some rest, babe. I love you.”

You felt like you had come out of hibernation as you sat beside Lando, your fingers entwined as he drove to Imola. Since giving birth you had hardly travelled anywhere, opting to keep Renleigh’s arrival private, so everyone close enough to know about her came to your house to visit her. That would all change on Sunday and to say you were nervous was the mother of all understatements.

Your stomach was tied up in knots just thinking about trying to navigate the busy paddock with your precious baby. Lando had already organised plenty of security to escort you everywhere but your overthinking and paranoia whispered that there were still so many things that could go wrong. It lingered even when you tried to focus on the here and now.

The radio played quietly in the background but it was Ren that you listened to, her babbling in response to Lando’s chattering keeping you both entertained and distracted. You turned in the seat to see her smile in the small mirror and her papaya socks kicking in the air.

“Someone is excited to make her debut,” Lando said with a chuckle. He gripped the wheel with one hand and the other came to rest on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. There had hardly been a moment where he wasn’t holding some part of you since his return, needing the comfort of your touch to ground himself and suppress his growing anxiety.

This was the most relaxed he had been in months and you smiled back at him, grateful that your husband was returning to his old self.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he asked with a nervous laugh between glances as he drove.

“Do you ever just stop and think ‘I have never been happier than I am at this moment’?” you asked as you traced the beauty spots that dotted his arm like a constellation of stars that would always lead you home. “It’s almost painful how happy I am right now, like my heart is going to burst right out of my chest.”

“Please don’t,” he chuckled, reaching up to stroke your cheek before concentrating back on the road. “That was me this morning, well, every morning I wake up beside you. Seeing the sunlight catch your hair, the peace on your face when you bury it in my neck and snore.”

Ren’s arms startled into the air at the sudden laugh you barked and Lando’s grin grew at the sound of pure, unfiltered joy. “That was almost romantic! You were so close to a blowjob, until you lied.”

“You do snore, and it’s cute!” he stated seriously before casting you a sly smile. “So about that blowjob…”

You leaned over the console and kissed the sharp line of his jaw, tracing the curve to his ear. “Tell me I snore one more time.” He clamped his lips closed and you smirked as you sat back in the seat. “Smart man.”

Lando put the car in park and turned the engine off but made no move to open the door as he sat quietly with his hands still on the wheel. His qualifying had gone great the day before and he was starting the race in P3 but the race was far from his mind as he looked at the high fence ahead, knowing the circuit was just on the other side.

“What if we are doing the wrong thing?”

“Lan, we can’t keep her bubble wrapped for the rest of her life. And we are going to make mistakes, that’s just a fact, but there’s only one way to find out.” You looked out the window and saw a group of men wearing McLaren shirts that showed off their large muscles. “Your papaya army has arrived, and they bought the big guns too.”

Lando snorted and relaxed a little, though the wariness never left his eyes as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stole a kiss. “Thank you.”

Lando’s fingers tightened around yours and he placed his other hand protectively over Renleigh’s back. He had debated putting her into the stroller that remained folded up in the car boot but the need to keep her close made him strap the front pack to his chest. Every few steps his head would dip down and he would place a tender kiss to the top of her head, whispering soothing words that were more for himself than her.

“What’s the weather forecast?” you asked as you tipped your head back to the skies and wondered if you had imagined the kiss of raindrop on your skin.

“Chance of rain, but it should only be light.” He took a look around himself and narrowed his eyes at the grey clouds on the horizon before picking up the pace a little. His quick walk stalled when he reached the paddock gates and patted his pockets for his pass to scan and swore under his breath.

“Looking for this?” you teased as you pulled his pass out of your pocket along with yours.

“Have I told you how much I missed having you here?” he said as he took his pass and scanned it, his photo popping up on the little screen before he stepped through the barrier.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice. Is Maria here already?”

Lando nodded, mentioning he had messaged her earlier and she had already arrived at the track with Zak.

“Maybe grand-mere can look after you for a little while,” you whispered as you tickled Ren’s feet through her socks. “Then mummy and daddy can sneak off to his room for a few minutes.”

“Minutes?” Lando scoffed at the insult and you grinned knowing his competitive side was coming out despite the fact the man’s stamina was far longer.

“If you want to prove me wrong…”

“I’ve done that multiple times a day, for the last two weeks, love,” he smirked as he whispered in your ear as you walked along. “But if your memory is that bad, I’m sure I can remind you.”

Your reply was lost as a huge swell of people came into view through the gaps in the wall of muscle ahead, the chaotic screams suddenly piercing the air as Lando was spotted by the crowd. Your mouth was still parted in shock but the sound of a shaky breath didn’t come from your lips.

“Can we get to the garage, please?” you asked the head of security and he nodded, just as eager to make it through the mass of people.

As effortless as Lando made it seem, he was never truly comfortable in large crowds and the birth of his daughter had only increased his social anxiety. You could feel it now as his palm heated against yours, his skin clammy and grip tightening to an almost painful hold. He was using you to anchor himself and fight back the panic so you bit the inside of your cheek and let him crush your hand.

“Almost there, baby,” you soothed as the men moved to the shape of an arrow that speared the crowd apart.

Cameras flashed and fans screamed as they spotted the baby tucked into Lando’s chest, just the brown tufts of her curls visible. Those too were hidden as Lando cupped the back of her head and hummed a sweet lullaby to distract himself from the questions thrown his way. There was no way he could bring himself to stop and answer any of them until Ren was safely in the McLaren area, he couldn’t risk her safety among the strangers. It was only when he caught sight of the grey and orange coloured motorhome that he could muster up the courage to slip his hand away from yours and offer a small wave.

The fear and reservations you had held never had time to surface while you focused on Lando but when you passed the doors and the outside world was silenced you finally breathed a sigh of relief. “We did it, Lan.”

“I don’t like this,” he admitted as he continued to his driver room. A bassinet was already set up with McLaren blankets and it made his lips twitch into an almost smile as you helped him to take Ren out of the front pack. “I can’t believe she slept through all that.”

He placed her into the bassinet and tucked her in while you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder. You knew it wouldn’t be long until she woke up for a feed as a heaviness ached in your breasts so you had to make the most of the quiet moments while you could, dragging Lando to the couch and forcing him to sit down.

“What’s going on in that handsome head of yours?” you asked as you combed your fingers through his hair and tugged the stands so he looked at you. “Talk to me.”

“I thought having you both here would be easier, but I still feel sick,” he admitted after a minute of drawn out silence. “I need you here, don’t get me wrong, I hated being away from you but now I can't…I don’t even know how to explain it.”

You waited patiently for him to collate his thoughts, holding his hand while he watched Ren sleep peacefully. He longed for that peacefulness too.

“Infinite possibilities, it’s something Andrea gets us to think about when we race. One move can make a difference, one millimetre off the line could be the difference between the fastest lap or ending up in the gravel. Every action has an infinite amount of possibilities and it’s my job to figure out which is most likely to happen.” He took a deep breath from his quiet ramblings and exhaled a long sigh as he slowed down his words. “I can’t stop thinking about the infinite possibilities with Ren. Every bad thing that could happen, everything that could go wrong, I see it in my head. All. The. Time. I can’t stop.”

His words died out with a sob and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace as he fell apart. This was the moment you had been expecting, though it was still gut wrenching to witness. All the ups and downs this season had been leading to one cataclysmic peak where he had to release the pent up thoughts he had tried to suppress.

“Do you remember that day at Silverstone, the first time I came back to the paddock?” You knew he was listening by the way he held his breath to silence the sobs that jolted his shoulders. Rubbing his back softly, you kissed his temple and stared at the poster on the wall, seeing how much his face had matured in the last four years.

“When I sat in your room alone it was like time stood still. I had so much time to think that I imagined every horror scenario of you and your car and that fear made my stomach turn. I couldn’t eat anything all day,” you admitted as he pulled back with shimmering eyes and damp cheeks. “But the moment I saw you napping in the cockpit of your car I could finally think again. Not a single one of those scenarios came close to what was actually happening in that moment.”

You wiped his eyes and cupped his face in your hands. “It doesn’t matter that there’s endless possibilities for how the future might go, Lando. All that matters is this moment, and wasting time thinking about things that may never even happen only makes us miss out on today.”

“You aren’t scared we are making the wrong decisions?”

“Of course I’m scared, babe. But I know the man I married and I know that the decisions we make, whether they are right or wrong, come from a good place.” You placed a hand over his heart, feeling the bump under his shirt of the necklace he wore for Ren. “That’s the best any parent can hope for.”

His hand came to rest over yours for a moment before he lifted it to his lips and kissed your wedding ring. “I need to go but I’ll be back before the race starts.”

You nodded as he went to the small bathroom and washed his face, looking clear headed and calm once more. “Are you alright?” you asked as he started to undress and grab his fireproofs from the closet.

He pulled the skin tight material over his head and looked at your reflection in the mirror. “No, but I will be.”

The honesty was more relieving despite his words and you were glad he hadn’t just lied and said he was fine.

With a small smile, he leaned into the bassinet and kissed Ren’s cheek. “I love you, little lady, more than anything in this whole wide world.”

Five years after Imola had stolen your breath away, it had done it again. This time your voice was hoarse from the screams of support and happiness as Lando won the race.

It was as if all the tears ever shed at the circuit were released from the heavens to cascade upon the track with only three laps to go. Max and Charles had just passed the pit entrance before the deluge fell but Lando had made the split second decision to box and change to full wets. He had quickly caught up with the better grip and took the lead when they pitted on the next lap.

You hadn’t been able to move from where you stood rooted on the balcony in front of the home straight. Lando had always been able to dance in the rain, making his car sing in harmony to the beat of the drops on the blacktop. This was his element, but every turn gave you heart palpitations.

Yellow flags flew as some drivers tried their luck with their slicks, praying the rain would pass, only to spin out when they hit a puddle. One rookie aquaplaned off the track, leaving tire ruts in the grass, before rejoining the track and you gasped as Lando had to swerve to avoid him.

“We saw there was a close call on that final turn. How stressful was that?”

“It was scary, so scary. Knowing that my wife was watching just ahead, and seeing that car come right in front of me…my wife and my daughter, they were all I could think about. It’s so wet out there, turn too quick and there’s just no grip, nothing to keep me on the track. I was certain I was gone when that car came at me.”

Lando brushed his cap off and combed his hair as his lips pressed tight to hide the tremble. “It was so scary. You just have no idea what it’s like in those split seconds where you react on instinct and don’t know if you have just saved your life or forfeited it. It’s a risk, and I used to find it fun when I was younger but not now. I have too much to risk now.”

You cradled Ren closer as the McLaren team let you through to the front of the barrier. You hadn’t planned on stepping out of the motorhome but Lando was clearly not okay and you needed to get to him.

“It’s hard to be excited over winning when I thought I had just about made my wife a widow again, or that my daughter was going to grow up and not know me,” he said, answering another question that you had missed as you navigated your way out of the garage. “As much as I love this sport, and I am grateful for all the people who have helped me to get to where I am, I love my family more.”

He seemed to sense you in the crowd and Renleigh started to cry in your arms as you reached the barrier. The reporter followed him as he crossed the short distance and pressed his sweaty forehead to yours. “I’m going to be alright,” he whispered for only you to hear before he took Ren, who instantly settled on his shoulder, as the crowd ‘awww’d at the sight.

“I have been thinking hard about this for the last few months,” he continued as he gently bounced Ren back to sleep, “but this will be my last season in Formula One. I have always put 100% into what means the most to me and I haven’t been able to do that with racing taking me away from my family.”

The shock that rippled through the crowd and stunned the reporter into silence didn’t reach you. You had seen the look in his eyes when he parked in front of the 1st place signage and pulled his helmet off. He hadn’t thrown his hands in the air, he hadn’t waved to the crowd or his team. He had fallen to his knees and ripped his gloves off to feel the solid ground beneath his palms as the rain continued to fall.

The microphone shifted to you as you watched Lando hold Ren tighter and brush his lips over her dark curls. “It must have been harrowing to watch that last lap, especially since it wasn’t far from where you laid a wreath earlier today.”

“I trust every decision Lando makes. I knew he would make it through,” you said with a reassuring smile to your husband as you clutched the necklace that held your first wedding ring. “And every year when I visit I ask René to watch over him. Maybe he was listening all this time.”

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