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The Assistant

Summary: Bad Omens gets a new personal assistant, and Noah falls hard for her. He's been hiding his feelings for her since she has a boyfriend.

Warnings: Dominant Noah. Yearning.

Chapter 1

Princess in Charge: Noah!

Princess in Charge: Noahhhhhh, wake up or I'm coming up there.

Princess in Charge: Fine, you asked for it!

Noah lounged comfortably in his bed, a playful smirk dancing across his lips as he scrolled through the flurry of texts illuminating his screen. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, creating an inviting atmosphere. He found himself yearning for Aurora to make her way up to his room, to knock on the door with that familiar mix of urgency and playful insistence. The thought of her demanding anything of him was amusing.

In retrospect, hiring Aurora Lane proved to be a hasty and ill-conceived choice. As DOPOM experienced an explosive rise to fame practically overnight, the band found itself drowning in the demands of its newfound success. Noah, once buoyed by the thrill of touring, quickly became bogged down by a monotonous and militant routine that drained the joy out of his passion. The relentless schedule, filled with endless meetings, rehearsals, and promotional appearances, left little room for creativity or spontaneity, fostering a growing disdain for the very idea of touring.

Recognizing the toll it was taking on both himself and the band, Noah approached Matt with a simple request: to find them an assistant who could manage some of the more mundane tasks that were piling up. It was during the auditions for this position that Noah was struck by a vivid memory—he recalled the flurry of women who had flooded the interview room, each one eager to showcase her skills. Some leapt at opportunities, some tried their best to charm their way into the role, while others resorted to strategic maneuvers to stand out from the crowd. The chaotic energy of that day contrasted sharply with the sterile feeling of the band’s current reality, reminding him of the excitement and potential that had once defined their journey.

Then Aurora stepped into the room. Though she could barely lift fifty pounds, her spirit was as vibrant as a sunlit morning. To Noah, she appeared sweet as honey, and he mistakenly assumed she lacked the fortitude to lead. How wrong he was. Aurora expertly orchestrated the band, maintaining an unwavering vision that shaped their performances to her exact specifications. Beyond her role as their assistant, she took on the roles of nurse and stylist, seamlessly blending these responsibilities into her daily routine. Jolly affectionately dubbed her their "mother hen," a fitting title for someone who nurtured and fussed over the band members like a protective guardian, ensuring they were both physically and emotionally supported as they pursued their passions.

Touring became fun for Noah again, especially since he had Aurora as his right-hand woman to attend to all his needs. Seven months later, she was priceless. She knew them like the back of her hand, their facial expressions, motions of their body on stage. . . anything and everything. There was no way Noah was ever going to let her leave.

"You!" Noah turned his head when his door opened to Aurora striding in with a mug of lemon and honey tea. She set it on his bedside table before opening his closet doors to search for what he would wear. "Get up, lazy bones. You should have been showered and shaved by now!"

Noah reluctantly acknowledged that, at first glance, no one would suspect she was part of their group. Her appearance contrasted sharply with theirs, exuding a whimsical fairy-cottage vibe that felt almost surreal amidst the surrounding styles. She wore a delicate white dress adorned with vibrant red strawberries, the fabric flowing gracefully as it skimmed her knees. Her feet were nestled in elegant yet straightforward white wedges that added a touch of height without compromising her comfort. Her hair, clipped loosely at the back, portrayed a casual charm, but her bangs, rebellious as ever, insisted on cascading into her eyes. This constant battle with her hair only amplified her appearance, giving her an air of playful disarray. The overall juxtaposition of her enchanting style against the more rocker looks of her companions created a vivid tableau, one that drew curious glances and unspoken questions from onlookers.

"I don't wanna." Noah muttered as he sipped the tea, "I hate planes."

"I will be right beside you. You can even hold my hand." She teased as she pulled out the "I Can't Be Saved" hoodie and a pair of plain black joggers. She opened his drawers and pulled out socks, underwear, and a tank top. "Go take a quick shower."

Noah drained the last remnants of his tea, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, before carefully sliding out of bed, clad only in his fitted underwear. The cool air brushed against his skin, making him shiver slightly as he stood up.

Aurora, standing at the foot of the bed, held out his clothes with a pointed look that conveyed both annoyance and amusement, her gaze unwavering despite the stark contrast in their heights. He stretched his arms high above his head, muscles flexing and tensing beneath his skin, and couldn’t help but smirk. Aurora's eyes flickered to his tattoo-covered arms and hands, tracing the intricate designs that told stories of ambition, adventure, and memories. Noah knew all too well how much she admired his inked skin, reflecting her appreciation of the artistry intertwined with his physique. The moment held a unique intimacy.

"Whatever you want, Princess." He grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom down the hall, trying not to laugh when he heard her huff.

"These men are trying to kill me!"

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Noah groaned as they sat in the airport, waiting for the boarding to happen. Aurora was sitting next to him, tapping away on her phone, which seemed faster than usual. He did his best not to glance over at her phone. The guys tried to give her as much privacy as they could, but the way her leg started to shake and her thumbnail went to her lips, picking at any skin she could find, made him glance at the contact.

Caden: Why do you have to stay every night? Can't Alana do your job for an hour so I can see you? I haven't seen you in weeks, and I have one night off. I don't want to be stuck backstage watching you take care of four grown ass men.

Noah's brow furrowed with concern as he leaned slightly closer, sliding his arm casually across the soft fabric of her seat. The faint hint of cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the window. He let his tongue glide over his back teeth, a habit he had developed when he was deep in thought, as he struggled to maintain a steady, calm voice. “You okay?” he asked.

Aurora's gaze quickly locked onto his, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "Oh, um... yeah," she said, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She bit her lip nervously, then continued, "Do you think I could take Friday off? I can make sure everything is set up for you and the team beforehand, but Caden really wants to see me. It’s important."

Noah’s gaze darted between the group of guys gathered around him: Jolly, with his infectious smile that belied his rough edges; Nick, who leaned back casually, his arms crossed and a skeptical eyebrow raised; Matt, always the jokester, cracking his knuckles with a mischievous grin; and Nicolas, always brooding, whose intense stare seemed to pierce through the air. Each of their expressions conveyed a silent message that echoed in Noah's mind—an unmistakable chorus of, “No way in hell.��

"You know the show runs much smoother with you here," Matt said, his voice cutting through the thrumming activity of the bustling airport. He leaned forward, gaze locking onto hers with an earnest intensity. "I really need your help to keep that one from becoming a total diva," he continued, gesturing dramatically toward Noah, who was trying to keep his cool, "Only you have the magic touch to keep him grounded and in line."

Aurora's blue eyes softened. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"How about we all grab a bite to eat after the show?" Noah suggested with a casual tone, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It would be lovely to get to know Caden better—after all, he's the other important man in your life." He sensed the underlying tension in his words, and just then, he felt a swift kick from Nick below the table, a subtle reminder to tread carefully.

Aurora stifled a snort. "He's my boyfriend."

Noah nodded thoughtfully, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of heat and understanding. "I know, princess," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of sympathy. "But," he continued, shrugging his shoulders slightly as if to dismiss the weight of the situation, "the truth is, you spend far more time with us than you do with him. That inevitably makes him the other man in your life." He paused, allowing the implications of his words to hang in the air, but she was too sweet to truly get his possessive meaning, only rolling her eyes at him.

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Noah was seething with barely contained frustration, desperately attempting to suppress his feelings and restless energy as Aurora's boyfriend of a year strode onto the stage, scanning the group for her familiar face. The dim lights cast a warm glow over the venue, but Noah felt anything but warm inside. He tightened his grip on the microphone stand, adjusting it for the upcoming performance, while his mind raced with thoughts of how this unexpected interruption would affect the evening.

The band first crossed paths with Caden Wright when Aurora joined the crew, her bright smile radiating excitement and pride in her new role. However, beneath that cheerful exterior, Caden harbored a growing unease about Aurora’s close relationship with the others, particularly Noah. Aurora often found herself drawn to him during those tranquil late-night sessions, where they would merge creativity over scribbled lyrics and the delicate tinkering of records. While her contributions mainly consisted of tossing around encouraging word ideas and providing a warm, comforting presence, Noah cherished their time together, viewing it as a sanctuary for artistic expression.

As the days turned into weeks, the bond between Noah and Aurora began to bloom, igniting a flicker of jealousy within Caden. Tensions escalated as Caden’s feelings became more pronounced. Caden’s frustration intensified whenever Aurora spent those quiet hours with Noah, prompting Noah to console her. Caden increasingly texted and called. The insecure feelings were oblivious as Aurora's relationship with Noah deepened.

Meanwhile, Aurora was crouched near the edge of the stage, her playful laughter mingling with the upbeat music, as she tried to convince Jolly, known for his wild hair, to let her style his hair for their performance. Despite her coaxing hands reaching out to tame his unruly locks, Jolly continued to dodge her attempts with charming agility, grinning mischievously as he effortlessly evaded her grasp.

"Come here to me!" Aurora snapped, her hands on her hips, "You know, one day you're going to wake up and it will all be gone!"

"And just know I will throw you off the bus if you do." Jolly shot back.

Aurora finally threw her hands up in exasperation and surrendered, pivoting abruptly to collide with Caden's solid frame. In that moment, Noah couldn’t help but think how perfectly matched they seemed, at least on the surface. Caden embodied the quintessential all-American look—his features sharply defined and meticulously groomed, his clean-cut appearance interrupted by not a single tattoo. He had a dazzling white smile that radiated warmth and confidence, making him the kind of guy who effortlessly drew attention in any crowd. It was hard to ignore how their contrasting energies somehow complemented each other, as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle finally clicking into place..

"Hi! I honestly didn’t expect you to show up for the actual performance," Aurora exclaimed, her face lighting up with surprise and delight. She stepped forward as he leaned down slightly, attempting to bridge the gap between them for a kiss. Instead, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Noah sat on the little rise, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed her. She was in her element, fully engrossed in her pre-show ritual. Her eyes sparkled with determination, and every precise movement she made was a testament to her dedication and passion. She tended to their needs with a fierce protectiveness, ensuring that everyone felt prepared and supported before stepping onto the stage. No matter the distractions or the concerns of her boyfriend, nothing could deter her from this sacred routine. It was her way of establishing control and confidence, and Noah admired her for it.

"Nick Foilo! You take that cigarette out of your mouth! You know the rules: no smoking in here!" She stormed toward the drummer, her determination evident in her stride. Before Noah could even register her movement, she reached the drum set, snatched the freshly lit cigarette from between his lips, and extinguished it with a swift flick of her fingers. She pulled a small pack from her tote bag, revealing an assortment of alternatives. “Here, I have nicotine gum or a patch. Which one do you want to try? You need something healthier than this,” she added, gesturing toward the remnants of smoke swirling in the air.

Noah's deep brown eyes flicked to Caden, who trailed behind her with a look of irritation etched across his face. Meanwhile, Aurora playfully shoved two bright pieces of gum into Nick's mouth, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She then pulled out a black bandana, its fabric slightly crumpled, and handed it to him to help mop away the beads of sweat that glistened on his brow. Noah couldn't help but notice the way Caden's jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him as Nick turned to Aurora, his gratitude spilling forth as he planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

As she fluttered around Ruffilo, pulling his hair into a bun, Caden sat on the high rise with a huff.

"I really don’t think that shirt pairs well with that jacket on you. Take it off," Aurora instructed, her tone firm yet playful. Nicolas, the bassist, rolled his eyes with a hint of exasperation but complied, effortlessly peeling the jacket from his shoulders. With a swift motion, he pulled the shirt over his head, letting it fall into a crumpled heap at his feet. Aurora caught the shirt mid-air as it flew over her shoulder, her keen eye scanning the array of outfits neatly hung on their clothing rack. Each piece had its own personality, a vibrant mix of colors and textures vying for attention. She bit her lip in concentration, aware that she was running behind schedule; her earlier meeting had unexpectedly extended, and the clock was ticking.

“Is she always this attentive?” Caden inquired, his voice taut and measured, each word dropping with a hint of impatience. His brow furrowed slightly as he observed her focused demeanor.

“Always,” Noah replied, his tone clipped and tinged with a hint of disdain directed at the other man. He couldn't suppress the arrogant smile that slowly crept across his face, illuminating his features with a mix of confidence and mischief. “She knows us better than anyone else,” he added, his voice dripping with a certain pride that only deepened Caden's frown.

"Alright, Lead man," Aurora said with a playful bounce in her step as she approached Noah. A bright smile spread across her face, bringing an air of enthusiasm to the moment. "What are we doing tonight? Are we sticking to business casual like usual, or is it a more laid-back vibe with just a plain tank top?” She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few outfits, holding them up against his chest to showcase her selections. The fabric of a crisp button-up shirt in one hand contrasted with the casual ease of a soft, well-worn tank in the other, each option reflecting her keen eye for style.

"What do you think?" Noah asked.

Aurora raised her eyebrows. "You are the control freak here. I don't want to rip this shirt off because you got too close to the fire again."

"That was one time." He smirked.

"One time too many." Aurora muttered, "Oh hell, it doesn't matter. You're going to take off the shirt anyway."

Noah chuckled and said, "Yeah. Yeah." His brown eyes glanced toward Caden, who stood behind Aurora as she sprayed Noah's hair with water. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, styling it to her liking. Moving closer, Noah let his lips hover over her cheek and teased, "I think your boyfriend is jealous."

"Stop that, " she muttered. He doesn't need any more ideas in his head." She ran gel through his brown hair, leaning close to the top of his head.

"And what ideas are in his head?" He could smell her perfume. Noah had gotten her an expensive floral scent for her birthday. Gunpowder, orange, and vanilla. He loved the smell so much that he kept a travel-size in his backpack.

Aurora pushed her glasses up her nose, "Just don't. We are already fighting, and we just saw each other." Noah frowned as she sighed, "He thinks he's more important than this job. I love this job, the ability to listen and help out when it comes to making such great music, even if it's just taking care of you four and Matt."

Noah suppressed his grin. "You like taking care of us?"

He felt pride when Aurora smiled, "Yes, but he doesn't like it."

"I don't care what he likes." Noah shrugged, "You, though, are way too important to replace."

"Just cause I know exactly how to make your tea and coffee?" She teased.

Noah snorted, "Oh yeah, that's exactly why."

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Chapter 2 will come soon. I had to stop there before my brain rotted.

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sorrowsofsilence · 11 months ago

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the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K • masterlist

warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)

summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.

note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint while twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work.

Noah sat across from him on the couch, sharing a bag of chips with Ruffilo, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Ruffilo kicked his ass as Ganondorf. The two had been rambling about their previous Super Smash Bros session.

“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”

Noah sent him a glare in response, clearly unimpressed with that suggestion, before eyeing Folio.

He lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out of his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.

It had been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company casually like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between, this was the longest time they’ve had this whole tour to relax.

Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Ruffilo, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats as the smoke filled the room.

Jolly now held the joint between his inked fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”

Folio agreed, scrolling through his phone to pick some music, and hooked up to the room’s speaker. “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery, too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”

Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent as the conversation jumped from topic to topic.

Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared nonchalantly at the beer can on the table.

Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.

“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”

The tech's name echoed between each of the boys, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl who drove them all mad made them envious- and question his motives.

Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Ruffilo, “You think they’ve hooked up?”

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly. Certainly not from the drink- but at the mere suggestion of you and Matt.

Noah shrugged, his eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

“What,” Folio laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”

Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the ever-building smoke- but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.

Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers. Anything to distract himself from the tension.

To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you; obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.

You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold. None of them would even hesitate to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire.

If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your touch one rare night three months ago?

The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.

“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.

Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.

“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”

Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled with spite as he tilted his head animatedly, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”

Jolly didn’t even try and hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.

God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.

“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.

“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.

It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”

Noah and Jolly nodded along, Ruffilo watching through the corner of his eye.

“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”

Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he felt the need to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”

Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”

Ruffilo shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality, but Noah interjected.

“See? Point proven,” He said, sticking his tongue out at the long-haired brunette.

“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Folio shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s literally just existing.”

Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”

Ruffilo raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.

“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her. Multiple times.”

The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Folio took the last puff of the blunt, and then tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”

The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.

“I bet all that and more,” He said, chin resting on his palm.

"Yeah?" Jolly snickered, standing up to crack open another beer by the counter in the hotel room. "Fine, then. Deal." He tilted his head as he took a swig of the amber drink.

“How do you win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, then shrugged, “First one to do anything sexual wins.”

Noah shook his head, pointing an accusatory finger. “No, because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”

“And winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.

Ruffilo shrugged his shoulders at his own suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly walked back over, leaning forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Folio joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Ruffilo followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.

“Bet.”

Completely oblivious to the deal behind the door, you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the hotel door to open.

The talking on the otherside quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing as he opened the door. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated on you as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him. The immediate silence from the four boys in the room made your chest tighten, and nerves ran to the ends of your fingertips as you walked towards the counter.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around, each quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.

Flashing the boys a small smile, you hid your overthinking thoughts.

Maybe they didn’t want you here.

With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.

“Sorry we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”

Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Ruffilo doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.

The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.

Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their strange demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”

Ruffilo coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.

“We were just having a deep conversation before you got here, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt. “How did the rehearsal go?”

Standing there awkwardly for a moment, you swung your legs to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling, you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.

You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.

As soon as you walked across the room, you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching your every move. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.

Giving them all a curt smile, you took another sip of your drink, staring at the carpeted ground.

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.

“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”

“Oh-” was all you could say before his hands grabbed your hips, sliding you down onto him.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.

Folio's eye-roll and Noah’s annoyed frown went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Ruffilo's clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

“You sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm standing. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous.

"I am more than sure.”

Matt moved on and picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace and talking about this week's plans. Yet your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.

“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.

With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”

Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly’s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy. Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing envy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”

“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.

Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”

You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. It was bold- even for him. You crossed your legs in an attempt to suppress your desire, but he knew.

He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding. What was he doing? What was wrong with you?

As the boys started dragging on about Elden Ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “So, you forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at his comment. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking a final sip and tossing the can into the bin.

The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.

“Where are you going?” Ruffilo asked you, biting his lip to distract himself. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.” You said, trying to shrug it off.

Once you left, all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.

Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”

Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.

Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”

Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d ever be in this position with him again- but you certainly didn’t mind.

“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything like this with him.

You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.

But, one more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck as he kissed along your jaw, “do you?”

Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”

His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation; you loved the effect you had on him.

Taking your hand, you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.

Allowing yourself to kneel before him, you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.

He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you and absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this, you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over his underwear.

Looking up at the swede through your lashes, he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile.

Finally tugging down the fabric, you ran the flat of your tongue across his length, swiping along the head slightly before trailing back down.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips.

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, wrapping your hand around the base, before taking him in your mouth.

The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.

You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it to your lips.

You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.

He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”

His encouraging words made your face warm, his cock buried in your throat causing you to gag along him.

“Let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”

You pulled off of him, continuing to using your hand as you spoke, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”

Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”

Using your hand you continued to stoke him as you sucked.

“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”

You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera- just for him.

Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting closure.

A deep groan crawled from his chest as he held you still, his release coating the back of your throat.

Closing your eyes you swallowed everything, sticking out your tongue to show him.

“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp in approval.

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together.

Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw firmly as he kissed you once again.

“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am. Despite the throbbing ache between your legs, you knew you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need to go to bed… so, rain check?”

Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”

Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, now glaring daggers toward him.

“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air for cocky effect.

“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.

“Clearly I’m missing something,” The blonde groaned, and shook his head.

After hours of travelling the next day, you were exhausted. The crew had pulled up to the next hotel- and things were going smoothly up until checking in at reception.

“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”

“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”

The one thing you respected most about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share just for one night, wouldn’t it?

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room so you don’t have to do that, I don’t mind.”

“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.

You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”

Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.

So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your gaze.

Ruffilo stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?

And when his name fell off your lips he almost yelled out loud, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable, I’m happy to offer the room to someone else?”

“No! No, it’s totally fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked toward you, unspoken words lingering behind his stiff expression.

Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Ruffilo, who trailed behind you.

You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.

Hearing various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “Okay, what is with you guys lately?”

They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.

“You guys have been acting weirder than usual- like- you’re normally weird- but since last night something’s been off. Did I do something wrong?”

“No not at all-“ Ruffilo was quick to defend you, his silver eyes wide with worry, “you’ve done nothing. I think we are all just relieved to have some time off for once. Right?”

He looked around swiftly at the boys who nodded.

“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.

“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips, almost in annoyance, as he peeled his eyes away.

Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.

He was this close to winning the bet.

Matt looked around quickly, shaking his head, “I’m sure a little TLC will cure their… brain fog or whatever. You guys need to like, get laid or something- Jesus.”

Noah snickered audibly before staring up at the ceiling of the elevator. Folio stared at his shoes.

Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Ruffilo stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.

“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” he began, but you gave him a shrug.

There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.

“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”

Ruffilo only smiled, his nervous wading back as he rolled his suitcase into the room, “I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse.

You were tired, but also nervous as the bassist trailed behind you.

As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.

Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your pyjamas, sliding into the washroom to change.

It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.

Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt… I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you suggested he room with you.

Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

“Nicholas you don’t have to share with me-”

“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest in insecurity.

“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”

You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”

Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.

“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.

The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.

“You’re mesmerizing. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.

All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for a response.

“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.

Ruffilo nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow, suppressing a nervous laugh. “You’re the hot one in a band.”

“Yeah well- you’re the pretty girl we are lucky enough to have all to ourselves.”

“Shh, stop.” You whispered, ears flushed as his words sunk into your mind.

The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Ruffilo turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.

However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.

Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.

Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.

Ruffilo’s body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.

His cock pressed into you from behind, causing your heart to pound.

God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?

Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck? With someone who liked you just as much as you liked them?

You pushed your body against him slowly, rutting back and forth along him teasingly.

The groan that left Ruffilo’s chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe toward your neck.

“Then have me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.

Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you below your ear.

He hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he continued to spooned you. Taking his inked fingers, he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.

Ruffilo’s touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate himself.

“I woke up with your cock pressed up against me, what do you expect?” You gave him a breathy laugh as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just his tip inside.

You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he slowly sunk further into you, right to the hilt.

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Ruffilo taking over your body. It wasn’t long until his thrusts were quick, fucking you with needy desperation from behind as you two lay on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once he reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you screamed out his name.

“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.

With the cry of his name, you clenched around his body. Ruffilo pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your back, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there for a moment, chests heaving. Ruffilo watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled you into his chest.

You relished in the moment he kissed your forehead, his warm breath cascading down your face as you squeezed him close.

What did you just do?

Getting up you quickly headed to the shower after giving him another which kiss.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, and when you closed the bathroom door, Ruffilo sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

One, he was just happy to even get a taste of your body- but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.

“Point for this guy.”

As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Ruffilo knew he had to gloat before you overhead.

“No fucking wayy,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a frustrated hand down his face.

Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one time to be even close to winning this bet.

Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”

“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.

You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Ruffilo met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.

“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.

Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.

Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.

“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.

His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.

“Nick, where are we going?” You asked, but moulded into his touch, allowing him to tug you freely.

He didn’t say anything once you made it outside, and then pulled out a small bag.

Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio held it up tauntingly.

“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow, “It’s like 10 am.”

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums. Last time I had the most fun I’ve ever had at an aquarium, ever.”

You snickered, shaking your head, “and how many times have you been to an aquarium?”

Folio gave you a cheeky look, “twice.”

That brought out another laugh, and you chewed on your lip. “Alright, sure Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips, before prompting you to open your mouth.

Sticking out your tongue, he placed it in your mouth carefully, watching you intensely before placing the other in his mouth.

You savoured the taste of the berry flavour as you laughed, “I can’t believe we are doing this. You’re such a goof.”

Folio bumped your shoulder as he led you back inside, “a goof with great ideas.”

“And now what?” You asked.

Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive. Once you got to the aquarium, Folio reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member. You couldn’t help but wonder if they knew.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures.

You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, and touched his nose adoringly.

“Me and Nick took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder.

Folio then covered his mouth in the background. “Sorry Matty, I just can’t stop laughing.”

“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”

The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding the drummer against you as you pressed your face against the tank. The feeling of the cool glass against your warm skin brought a newfound hyper awareness to your senses, causing you to giggle again.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it? They’re like little weird alien blobs.” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.

You were too absorbed with Folio, and the Fish, to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Ruffilo, Noah, and Jolly

Once you got to the otter enclosure, there was a chance to walk outside.

You and Folio followed the wooden pathway to the outside habitat, taking a seat on a bench.

The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you could feel yourself getting a little sleepy.

Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered, nuzzling against his shirt that suddenly had the most amazing texture in the world.

Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”

Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.

Following his direction, Folio turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast- he almost felt scared.

What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet?

What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt.

This was real for him.

You didn't pull away, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate, and something you never felt before; leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

It seemed wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Ruffilo- but you couldn’t stop.

His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need at each breath. Folio reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your tingling lips.

“Not in public,” you said quietly, giggling as he pouted.

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours, “I need your lips on mine.”

Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously.

Somehow, You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.

“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.

“Uh,” you began, but Folio tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.

“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.

You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Folio looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.

Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, immediately turning to pin you against the frame.

Your laughter then stopped as he loomed over you, heart racing as he kissed you desperately, tongue pressed against your bottom lip.

With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his body caging you to the door.

You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his short hair, running them through the gelled strands.

“You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Folio breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened.

Three boys in the last two days?

Where was all this coming from?

You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like such a challenge for them to take you on.

But really? You didn’t mind at all.

Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours with thirst before pulling back.

“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggestive smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.

Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.

All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Folio pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.

He kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder.

You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.

Folio ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”

He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.

“You ever get eaten out when high before?” He asked between kisses, taking a brief moment to bite your thigh.

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to be quiet.

“Glad to be the first,” he teased, “I’d love to do it again if you want.”

“Y-yes,” you chewed back a moan, rolling your hips into his hand, “pl-lease.”

His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your leg again, slowly trailing towards your desire. Folio pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.

“Fuck, I love how soaked you are. All for me?”

Mumbling a confirmation, you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.

“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut while he ate you out feverishly.

You hadn’t noticed how Folio’s other hand held his arousal free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.

You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth while you reached your orgasm, fingers pulling his hair.

Folio was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.

Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your release. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling lustfully at him.

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, to which he laughed, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

“Yeah?” He lifted you off the counter, pulling you forward to kiss him. The taste of you on his tongue elicited another small moan, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass again.

Folio then cleaned you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, almost afraid to let go. You melted into him, heart racing with pure want and need.

“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.

You nodded, unsure what he meant about “whatever happens”.

But somehow, you knew it had something to do with all of them.

Two days later, the boys were sitting on the bus, bored. As much as they had enjoyed their days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.

Jolly and Ruffilo were watching YouTube videos on the couch while Folio lay upside down in the chair, chucking a rubber ball at the vinyl wall.

Noah's ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.

“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring daggers at Folio.

He stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- yet Jolly spoke for him.

“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.” Jolly teased.

Noah held up his middle finger, causing the swede to chuckle as he responded.

“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as that is.”

The words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again just to spite the singer.

Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium; and shit, everyone but him.

He then stood up, frustration evident on his face. As the ball bounced back toward Folio's hand, Noah reached over to intercept, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Folio snapped.

No one else said anything as Noah left the bus, slamming the door.

You were sitting with Matt outside, sharing memes, when you heard the door open and an angry Noah storm out.

Sharing a look with Matt, you stood up, watching as the brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced in front of you two.

“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.

His eyes softened when they met yours, but his arms remained stiff as he huffed.

He was frustrated, and for what?

They all bet on this. They all agreed.

However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm.

Staring at you intensely, he melted into your touch- face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. But it was true nonetheless. He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down, he also wanted you to be the distraction.

Looking at your phone, you checked the time, seeing that it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.

To which, he purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.

Walking into the theatre, Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering on your skin as you sat down in the theatre.

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you. Both you and Noah sat in silence as the movie began- almost as if afraid to speak to each other.

The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching as Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers gliding along his sweatpants.

Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jolt slightly from the contact.

Without looking at you, his hands crept slowly up and down your leg, warmth radiating off his skin. It was teasing, and you fought to keep staring at the screen ahead.

But you froze as the next words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

Something about the way he said it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and he finally turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.

His eyes were dark as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”

Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.

Unsure why you followed, you did, placing a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

He scanned your face for a moment, as if relishing in the position of your body above his, and to gauge your reaction.

All you could do was swallow thickly, your heart pounding beneath your ribs as his stare never faltered.

"What do you want, Noah?" You whispered now. Even after everything else with Jolly, Ruffilo, and Folio- none of them seemed to make you as nervous as Noah did in this moment.

With a quiet hum, Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes.

The brunette stopped right below your neck, waiting for you to swallow again before lightly pulling you down to his face, mouth inches from yours.

His breath was warm as he spoke.

“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”

Shivering at his words, you let him take control.

Noah's lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.

He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body. As he pushed them deeper, his thumb began tracing rhythmic circles along your clit, while he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure. Your abdomen clenched with need, quickly growing a need for release.

Within a minute, your body squeezed around his fingers while you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core, out of your pants and toward your mouth.

He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers between your lips, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.

The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, for a moment, only before pushing you onto your knees, right between his legs.

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you sat between his thighs.

Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his hard length, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.

You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.

“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock. I know you love the taste."

His confidence caused your brows to furrow as you obeyed him. You took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself as you knew best, to Noah’s words.

It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his cock as you devoured him.

“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”

Moaning at his words, you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm.

Knowing that the boys talked about you to each other made your ears warm, especially now knowing that Noah would be talking to them about this.

With one final thrust of his hips, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.

Noah smiled down at you with pride. He spread his thighs, still sitting, while stroking himself. Meeting your eyes, he made you turn around with the spin of his finger.

“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”

Tugging your pants just below your add, his hands guided your hips down onto his arousal.

You relished in the feeling of how hard he was, and Noah’s groans sounded erotic as he pushed you up and down, helping you ride him.

He then held you still, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.

Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.

“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.

"Would that be so bad?" You teased, pressing back against him to meet his cock.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back while taking a hand to pull your head back gently, “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”

Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stroked himself to his climax. Watching his eyes squeeze shut and head tilt back was erotic, causing you to clench your thighs together.

You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.

Getting off the ground, your chest heaved as the two of you stood in front of each other, eyes fixated in an exhausted yet needy stare.

There was no going back now- each of the boys had confessed their desires, leaving you a withering mess.

Noah reached for the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs- leaving the movie behind.

He was completely silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand. Your fingers tingled around his as your heart continued to race.

What was going to happen now?

Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside the bus. Before you could open the door, you stopped to listen.

“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”

Immediately looking over at Noah with a tight glare, he ran his fingers through his onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet, Noah? Really?”

He nodded, just as the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.

“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment as their faces flushed.

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed. He stared at you momentarily before averting his gaze.

“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.

Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”

Part two

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jerich0l0ve · 17 days ago

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Can you do one where Noah and the reader are best friends and they both ended a relationship but agree on "helping each other"😉

But they actually like each other.

You don't have to but just a thought

Love you lots❤

I don't HAVE to but I did... and I did it with 1400 words lol 😏

Helping Each Other

18+ MDNI

Noah x Feminine Reader

CW: casually written smut, implied unprotected p in v, fingering, hj, vibrators mentioned, smooching.

It had been terribly long since the last time you had sex with someone… well 2 weeks to be exact. Despite the unfortunate situation where your boyfriend cheated on you, the one thing you actually missed was having a regular sex life.

And despite having a few vibrators, well they just weren’t cutting it. You equated that to the lack of intimacy you developed with the pink vibrating rabbit that lived in your nightstand drawer. Don’t get it wrong, she was a cut pink rabbit toy, but she wasn’t necessarily a gorgeous man to make out with while doing the deed was she?

After another failed attempt that afternoon, you decided to take your mind off of the burning need by inviting your friend Noah over for an anime night. You both were working your way through the monstrous production that was One Piece. Over 1,100 episodes, you both had plowed your way through 562 of them.

And you both happened to be lonely, Noah’s previous relationship ended a month prior to yours—she cheated on him with one of their crew members. To say it got messy was an understatement.

Noah sat beside you now, smelling heavenly as he always did, wearing his casual gym-like attire. He sat close, you both had been friends for many years and there was a certain type of intimate connection between the two of you. Nothing physical had ever happened, but there was a deeper connection there built on trust and honesty, a few shared traumatic experiences from your youth too.

Matter of fact, as you looked at Noah now there were a few little sparks that worked their way into your chest. He had always been quite handsome, but you equated the sudden urge to the other urges you had.

When Noah’s eyes met yours, he chuckled a little before placing a hand casually on your lower thigh. The jolts were almost too much to handle, you adjusted your seat a little.

“Is something wrong?” Noah asked nonchalantly, his eyes had returned to the show.

You smirked at him, glancing to the side, “I haven’t been touched by a man in SO long.”

Noah’s laugh filled the room, he was always a little flirty in his interactions but never overstepped the imaginary boundaries you both held, “I’m pretty sure being touch deprived for 2 weeks is alright… try a month and a half.”

You turned to your friend; eyes widened a bit. He wasn’t one to shy away from many casual hookups, especially after Bad Omens took off. The fact that he hadn’t so much as touched a woman since his breakup was a little surprising.

“Ah, no more fans on the roster I see,” you raised a brow, which earned a cheeky smile from Noah.

“There are always fans, y/n, but do I always want the fans? That’s the real question, isn’t it?” Noah said in his usual casual demeanor.

“It is, isn’t it?” You smiled a little, a thought popped into your head, but it was too wild to act on. It would break countless rules that kept you in place for years, rules you told yourself were supposed to protect your heart and his.

Noah held your gaze for a few moments longer, only interrupted by something intense happening in One Piece. You figured the conversation was over until Noah said, “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to helping solve the little issue you’re having?”

“And what issue would that be, Noah?” You asked.

“I see it as a transactional agreement. I get a little something… you get a… big something. We can both happily proceed with our lives afterwards without a care in the world,” Noah’s finger traces the small tattoo above your knee. It was a small touch, but the whispers of his fingers felt heavenly against your skin.

You looked at your friend, “That would be dastardly, wouldn’t it? Couldn’t think of a worse idea honestly.”

Noah quickly picked up on the dry sarcasm laced within your words, “Oh it would be absolutely terribly irreversible damage.”

His body shifted moving closer, your legs quickly found their way around his waist as it fast approached.

“Honestly, how do you even run a business with decisions like these? Sounds like you’d tank it every day,” You smiled as he went flush with you, a very hard and exciting surprise awaiting already.

“I couldn’t tell you how I have survived this long.”

Inch by inch, Noah lowered his body until his lips pressed softly against yours, it started soft but immediately deepened as your legs pulled him in impossibly closer.

The kiss sent sparks through the air, One Piece completed disappeared as you both got lost in the kiss.

Tongue, teeth, lips, they all meshed together perfectly, all moved in the same rhythm that seemed to be inside you both for a long time now. A rhythm only the both of you understood, one that seemed it would never end no matter how terrible this idea was.

That rhythm continued as his hips grinded against yours, as clothes expertly ripped away and were thrown well across the room. Every inch of tattoos visible, every inch of skin—his skin.

It was soft against yours, your nipples perked up with each connection his chest made to yours. Lips moved there, making small marks over the sensitive areas and leaving nothing untouched. It was blissful, magical, something to write a song about.

His fingers played you like a guitar; one by one they entered with efficiency and skill. They were slick before he even got all the way in. Your hand wrapped around him now, both of you playing each other in tune to the loud heartbeats and breathing that filled the air.

It didn’t take long for the need to increase, for Noah to slip in smoothly. His hips didn’t move too fast, a slow pace that matched the circles he made with his tongue along your lips. That tongue found its way to your chin, your cheek, and tickled your ear.

Moans joined the choir now, moans that drowned out any noise from the apartment or the bustling city beyond. The pace never quickened though, Noah took his time showing you every inch that he had to offer—making sure you felt the small twitches as he grew near. Your pleasure built tightly, this was everything you needed and wanted, it was everything that felt right.

“Noah…” you gasped, his eyes opened lazily as they locked on yours.

He let out a small grunt before responding, “…Yes?”

The tension built and built. It became too much and everything you needed all at once, “I think… I think we… should do this… more often,” you said in between breaths.

Noah’s smile brightened his eyes, he slowed the pace down even more until it was unbearable, “You know I was thinking the same thing.”

His lips met yours, this kiss was different. It was soft and loving, unlike any kiss you had ever experienced from anyone before. A hidden message only you knew, held between the both of you as it sent you over the edge.

Sweaty foreheads met, eyes closed, and mouths held agape with small breathless moans escaping as you both rode the high. It sent you into existential bliss.

When it ended, there were already tears forming, Everything was perfect, and the crash down afterwards was enough to leave you wanting more for the rest of eternity.

Noah’s eyes opened and met yours, a lazy smile making its way to his lips, “Shall we actually do that again sometime?”

You took a breath, “You know I think we might have to. I’ve had a taste of bad decisions, and I don’t think I want to give it up yet.” You smiled cheekily.

“I promise you, y/n, if you continue to use my song titles in casual conversation, I will find a way to get you back,” Noah pulled himself away, careful not to stain the new couch you purchased the week prior.

“I can think of a few ways, but I’m not sure it would be a one-time thing… nor casual,” you added the last part, it was time to put everything on the line.

Noah smiled as he grabbed a few tissues to clean you both up with, “Now that would be absolutely dastardly indeed.”

Noah and you spent the rest of the evening exploring that idea, and the next, and the next…

xoxxox

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magnificentstrawberryomen · 8 months ago

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halloween party (noah sebastian x reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, Ghostface and Halloween-themed

It is October 31st, meaning it is both Halloween and my room mate Noah’s birthday. Every year we celebrate it at the same time, along with me, the rest of the band and some other friends and crew-members.

I start to get ready, and I had decided I wanted to be an attractive vampire this year for Halloween. I wear a fancy white blouse with a black leather corset on top, with rose detailed designs on it, making it look chic like and perfect for the costume. Underneath that I wear a short leather skirt, black thin tights and long, warm black socks for over my matching leather boots, detailed with spikes and chains. My black hair is styled a bit messy and my make up is dark with red, matching with the blood colored lipstick on my lips, that I smug a bit on the edges. When I look at the reflection of the mirror, I look satisfied and am ready for the party.

When I leave my room to head downstairs, I hear Noah's door open and close, making me smile in excitement.

“Hey birthday guy—“

I want to greet him, but as soon as I see what he is dressed up this year, which is Ghostface, I am stuck in my tracks. My lips part as I slightly swallow, my eyes taking in Noah, feeling my cheeks slowly flush. No way he is dressed up as Ghostface, my all time favorite horror character, someone I secretly swoon about sometimes, since I might… have a thing for masks.

Noah clearly notices me eyeing him up and down, as he then amusingly asks, “Like what you see, y/n?” His voice is a bit muffled by the mask.

“Eh, yeah, you—you look very cool as Ghostface,” I stumble, swallowing once again, quickly tucking strands of hair behind my ear as I then move past him, downstairs down to the kitchen, making me suddenly very aware how short my skirt is again as I move.

He follows me down to the kitchen, feeling his stare burning behind me, feeling like it's completely taking me in, making me heat up even more.

“When will the others arrive again?” I then ask once we are in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of our fridge and taking some quick gulps. Our kitchen and living room is decorated and in the Halloween spirit, something I loved to do for Noah since I love both decorating and Halloween.

Noah stands next to me, and I notice a slight smile present on his face under the mask by the bright lights in the kitchen, looking around at my decorations as well. “You have outdid yourself this year once again,” he comments, before remembering my question. “They should be here in like 20 minutes.”

I smile up at him, appreciating his compliment. “Thank you, always try my best.”

I turn to put the bottle back into the fridge, and when I then turn back around to Noah again, his mask is off, revealing his messy hair that is slightly pulled back, and in combination with the gloves and robe he is wearing I almost choke in my own breath.

“Jesus Christ,” I then mumble underneath my breath as a I move myself to the couch before I can embarass myself even more.

Noah and I have been roommates for a year now, being kind enough to rent and share his space with me, and if I’m being honest I have found him attractive from the start. But since we became good friends and he is mostly away on the road with his band, I decided to let the possibility of something more blooming between us go.

Noah lets out a low chuckle as he notices me looking flustered as he sits down right beside me, clearly being very much aware of the effect he has on me. “You okay?” he asks, a slight smile on his face as he tilts his head at me.

“Yeah,” I mumble, as I then watch him for a moment, my eyes ranking down to his costume again. “I can imagine that being warm inside,” I then nod to his outfit, flushing once again, so I quickly flick my eyes down to my lap. Damn, I hate being so flustered so fucking easily—I shouldn’t and I know that it’s wrong, but he looks even ten times hotter with that damn costume on.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment. “You’re not wrong,” he shrugs, before he lets his eyes move down to my outfit as well.

“I can imagine yours is a bit heavy as well,” he then comments, his eyes raking over my corset.

“Oh, it's okay,” I shrug with a sheepish smile, looking down at my white blouse and corset on top. “There’s a chance that I’ll take the blouse from underneath the corset off later this evening though, since the house will be pretty crowded and stuff.”

Noah nods slowly at my statement, the image seeming to flash before his eyes for a moment. “Maybe I should take my robe off for the same reason,” he then jokingly comments, winking in my direction, before he gets up from the couch again, heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink.

Oh, you definitely should, I mentally think to myself, feeling heated by his wink, and then quickly shake the thought away in embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later, Noah’s friends and band members arrive, all wishing him a happy birthday and some of my friends join us later. Even though Noah insisted that he did not want some special moment with a cake and candles he had to blow out, we of course did exactly that, and even though he rolled his eyes and pretended to be grumpy with his arms crossed in front of his chest, I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he secretly enjoyed it.

Later that evening, I’m sitting on the couch talking with some friends, laughing and drinking, and I feel Noah stealing some glances from me sometimes, making me blush and I stare back whenever I have the confidence. Now he just smugly smiles a bit, leaning against the counter with his Ghostmask off again, gloves wrapped around his beer, and my mind already goes to the most unholiest things so quickly—how the cold of the leather gloves would feel around my throat for example—

I clear my throat and quickly shake the thoughts away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with my friends again, mentally slapping myself against the head. I'm the worst.

But then, I feel someone sitting next to me, and almost jump when it's Noah, looking at me with an amused expression and some glint in his eyes that I can’t quite unravel yet.

“Noah,” I smile, “hi.”

He lifts his beer at me in a greeting gesture before smirking and turning his full attention to me. “How are you enjoying the party, Little Vampire?” he asks, coming up with a nickname right there on the spot, making me both blush in amusement and flattery.

He then leans back into the couch with a slight grin, before taking a sip from his drink. “Nice to see you didn’t cover your neck tonight.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his little joking comment. “Well, could say the same about the people around me, right? Need something to feed from after all,” I joke back.

He amusingly laughs at my remark, for sure noticing the redness once again spreading across my cheeks by the way his eyes seem to gleam even more.

Noah then leans in a little, making me let out an uncontrollable nervous breath, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before he looks into my eyes again, a mischievous glint now in his own dark ones.

“But have you found someone to feed of off yet? You’ve been eyeing me all night I’ve noticed.”

My eyes widen a little as he says that, my heart racing up a little, and I sheepishly smile at him.

“Have I? Oh—“

I blink as I don't know how to get the words out of my throat for a moment, and then proceed to quickly shake my head as my blush keeps spreading on my face, answering his question. “I have not found someone yet to feed, no—“

A smirk plays on Noah's lips as he notices my reaction, deciding to take it one step further. “Well you know… since it’s my birthday, I can give you a gift…” he then whispers into my ear.

Goosebumps appear on my skin as heat spreads now almost everywhere in my body at this point, and I slightly gasp at the feeling of one of his leather gloves then sliding up on my thigh.

“Aren’t people supposed to give you a gift when its their birthday?” I then answer back, looking at him through my lashes, the feeling of him squeezing the flesh of my thigh as well already unraveling so much inside of me already.

He lets out a playful hum, letting his hand travel further up now to my hip. He leans even more forward, his dark brown eyes trained on my lips again first before looking back into my eyes.

Then to my surprise he brushes his lips past my ear, his breath grazing my skin, making me hold my own. “Well… my birthday wish from you is to give me what you want most.”

A shaky breath escapes from my with red, blood colored painted lips, and I slightly turn my head to his face so our noses slightly brush against each other, faces dangerously close, making me able to feel his soft breathing through his nose brushing against my face.

I decide its now or never, wanting to take this chance, wanting him.

“How about you help a helpless vampire out and be my victim for tonight?” I whisper back, smiling slightly.

A slight grin forms on Noah's face as he hears my request. Leaning back a little he locks eyes with me for a moment before standing up, holding out his hand. “Follow me.”

With both nerves and excitement I take his hand, letting him pull me along towards the staircase that leads up to our apartments bedrooms, my heart pounding in my chest as we walk up side by side.

My mind is already spinning with nerves, desire and excitement. As soon as we reach his bedroom, he closes it behind us once we are in, and when he places his Ghostface mask back on his face again my eyes slightly widen, and the arousal between my legs begins to spread. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

Then, Noah grabs me and pins me against his door, his hands resting behind me on each side of my body. He tilts my head at him, the mask making him look somewhat scary and yet mysterious—mysterious enough for me to become more flustered than ever. His eyes wander down to my lips, seeing the need to press them against mine but he clearly wants the game to continue first, just a little bit longer—by sliding his knee up between my legs, resting between my thighs.

I whimper as he does that, heart racing even more, and I need to hold onto his biceps for support because of the heat already being spread between my thighs, making me light headed with desire—and of course his biceps feel hard and trained, just like they normally already look like, and it makes me ache for him even more.

Noah smirks at the feeling of me holding onto him. “Already so needy and wanting for me,” he says into my ear, his hands sliding down my sides, feeling the lace of my corset underneath his fingers. He presses up against me with his knee to gain a little bit more friction against my core, making me let out another gasp.

“Noah,” I can’t help but gasp out his name, making me flush a little.

He leans his face against my neck, slowly taking off his mask again to let his lips hovering over my skin, his breath grazing the area gently, before pressing a small peck to the skin. “I can only imagine the sounds I can get out of you tonight.”

His teeth tug at my earlobe, before moving down towards my jawline, placing another kiss there. I groan, then wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him even more against me, making me able to feel his excitement growing, and it makes everything inside of me flush and heat up, and the desire for him grow. The thought that I’m the one that makes him feel this needy, makes me feel even more worked up.

Noah's hips push against mine, his head now buried in my neck, kissing the skin, even teasingly biting the skin at various places, not hard enough to cause any real harm, but enough to cause red marks that’ll stay for a while.

“Aren’t I the vampire here though?” I can’t help but teasingly grin at that.

Pulling his face out from my neck he looks into my eyes, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as I say that. “I think you’re forgetting that tonight is my birthday, not yours, little vampire, and I get to do what I want… and right now, all I want is you.” He leans in towards my face, his lips just inches away from mine—so close, yet so far.

“And this is only the beginning of your gift to me.”

My doe eyes widen as I look up to him, eager and desperate, and I still stubbornly lean to his neck despite his words, placing a few kisses before marking some bits of his skin. I feel him shiver underneath my touch, a low groan escaping his lips, making my heart beat even faster.

When I pull back with a smug smile, I say, “Vampires still need to be fed, birthday or not.”

He takes a small step back from me, his dark eyes raking over my body slowly, a smirk creeping on his face. “Take off the corset.”

The fast beating of my heart goes up to the pulse of my neck as he asks me that, a confirmation of where I hoped this night between us would go, and I quickly nod as I then take off the corset, leaving me in just my thin white blouse, revealing the outline of my chest, and a fire builds up in the pit of my stomach by the way he watches my every move.

Noah then takes a slow step towards me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me close towards him, hips rubbing against mine again. I start to breathe heavily, hands trembling as I feel nervous yet excited.

Lifting my chin, he presses kisses to my jawline again, nipping at the skin here and there as well and it makes me softly moan, the other hand slowly moving up to my chest, as it goes underneath the fabric of my blouse. I enjoy the feeling of his warm, large hand there, making a ragged breath escape from my lips.

His fingers graze across my collarbone, feeling my skin underneath, and the touch is so light, almost like a feather is touching me. His lips trace up from my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently again. Then, he takes a step back, my eyes locked with his, before he speaks.

“Get on the bed, now.”

I eagerly nod at him, walking towards his bed, sitting down at it and already taking and kicking off my own boots without him having to ask me to, since I’m getting desperate and needy for him by the minute—I’ve fantasized about a moment like this for embarrassingly too long, and now that it’s finally happening I want it now.

Noah then watches me lay down on his bed, eyes raking over my frame, taking in what was going to be his gift for tonight. He walks over to me before straddling my hips, taking his gloves off with his teeth before letting them fall onto the ground. The sight of him doing that makes my eyes nearly pop out, it being one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Leaning down, Noah places teasing kisses on my cheek, then jaw, and slowly moving down to my neck again, his hands working on unbuttoning my blouse. His lips kiss every little part of exposed skin down from my neck, to my collarbones and then down to my chest, making me whimper and shift my hips against the mattress in anticipation—and I already feel like I'm getting taken to cloud nine.

He lets his tongue run across my skin, tasting me as he unbuttons the last few buttons of my blouse, making me gasp. He pushes the fabric off my arms and down onto the floor, then pulling back, looking down and taking in the sight of my skin and exposed chest. He licks his lips as his hands glide up to my sides, caressing the soft skin.

“So, so gorgeous,” he whispers in the dark, almost more towards himself it seems, his eyes drifting back up to meet mine after.

It feels like I’m exploding with fuel and desire inside, being lit up with every touch and look of him, making my heart hammer inside of my chest from nerves but especially excitement. My hips start to grind against his a bit, making me able to press a little against his bulge, and I have to bite back a amused smile by that, as I feel myself drooling between my legs by the feeling at the same time.

A low groan escapes Noah's lips as he looks back down between the both of us, getting stimulated by my movements. His lips then find my jaw again, teeth scraping the skin before pulling back to look into my eyes. He gives me a dark, smug look before he stands up from the bed, his hands slowly taking off his robe and the long sleeved shirt he wears underneath, letting it slide down his body as it falls to the ground by his feet. “Tell me how much you want me, sweetheart, so I can give you everything and more.”

And Jesus fucking Christ—he’s a sight, a goddamn hot, tattooed and worked out sight as I let my eyes roam over his exposed chest, flushing madly by it

“I want you,” I whisper as my eyes go back to his own darkened ones again, “for so long. Even more… like this.”

His lips curve into a smile as he slowly steps back towards me again, moving his hands down to his pants, slowly unbuckling the belt while looking into my eyes that slightly widen in anticipation. “How long have you waited for this?”

“Too long to admit,” I mumble, my eyes going down to his belt. “It's embarrassing.”

Noah slides his pants down his legs along with his underwear, letting them fall to the floor as well before slowly climbing on the bed, hovering over me once again, making my heart rate rise madly. His hands slide down my body, down to my skirt, his fingers hooking into them as I continue to look at him.

“It’s okay, I have too. And I know how needy you are right now, sweetheart.” He kisses my jawline, hands slowly pulling my skirt down my body, leaving me in only my panties.

“You–really?” I stumble as I hear his words, and all the fire in me burns up again, making me need him so badly, and wanting him, craving him, more than ever before.

One of his hands caresses my thigh, feeling the soft skin underneath his lean fingers, before slowly gliding up to my covered center. He watches his hand as it moves slowly over my panties, his fingers grazing my core, applying a teasing but light pressure, making me squirm.

“Of course,” he says in response, a devilish grin on his face, eyes looking down at where his hand is touching, and God, it's another hot sight. His other hand goes to remove the rings he wears on his fingers, the chunky silver ones I've grown to love so much, and I get more needy for him by the minute, making my body tremble with eagerness.

I look down at our naked bodies, making me heavily flush again but also dampen with even more in anticipation. Once his rings have made their way onto the nightstand he leans down towards my ear again. His lips ghost over the skin of my neck, trailing down as he speaks, “Are you sure you’re ready to be mine?... To let me take you in every way possible? To make you completely mine?”

He nips at the flesh before pulling back a little to look into my eyes. I whimper desperately at his words, chest rising up and down heavily, my arms already wrapping around his neck.

“Yes,” I breathe out in response, my eyes then looking at his lips.

Noah's right hand cups my cheek, gently caressing the skin with his thumb, and then finally pressing a soft kiss to my lips—it’s slow, passionate, and full of desire. Soon, his tongue grazes my lower lip, teasingly asking for entrance which I instantly give him, before moving his other hand to my waist and starting to slide my panties down my legs, all while never breaking the kiss.

I moan deeply in our kiss, my legs already slowly opening for him in pure eagerness as he then throws my panties away once they are fully down. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling with mine as he groans against my mouth, the taste of him sweet and heavenly.

Noah's hands then slide across my thighs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he pulls it back for a second to look at me, before leaning down and kissing me once more, and God, it kills me and makes my anticipation and need for him grow even more and more. His right hand slides up my thigh, his fingers feeling the warmth of my center before rubbing against it gently.

My back arches slightly, eyes squeezing shut by the pleasure, and my jaw drops as sounds of pleasure begin to escape me. Noah can't seem to help but moan into my mouth in response, it makes him feel how badly I need him. He breaks the kiss and moves down to my jawline, then slowly down to my neck, leaving a few bruising bites behind, and I know they'll show tomorrow when I get up.

My panting and moaning get heavier and heavier with the more pleasure he gives me, his movements teasing at first, but then speeding up—leaving me a trembling mess. I can feel myself getting close, and Noah is being able to know by my desperate sounds and the way I move underneath him.

His lips pull away from my neck again, and he slowly slides down my body, placing kisses against my skin as he goes, his lips coming to rest at my chest. His left hand moves up my side towards my arm, pinning it down against the bed, before doing the same with the other arm. And now he has me underneath him, completely at his mercy, making my heart speeding up even more, with lips parted as I look at him with anticipation, as I'm about to get closer and closer to the edge.

Noah continues to work his fingers against my core, lips kissing all the way down my chest and then towards the inside of my thigh, leaving a faint trail of marks behind as he goes. His teeth graze the skin while his dark, lustful eyes never leave mine.

“Please,” I then breathe out as his mouth goes closer to my center, “I need you there—”

He listens to my pleas as a grin forms across his face. “Such a needy thing you are,” he chuckles softly against my sensitive skin. His eyes look back up to mine before looking at my aching core, making me shift even more in need.

“But, I will give you what you desire,” he then hums. His tongue flicks out, teasingly licking a slow, but broad trace, making me sharply inhale.

”Fuck,” I heavily pant out, making my back arch even more. I feel him smirk as my hips buck against his mouth as he hears the sounds of me falling apart beneath him. The hand that was holding my arm down moves up towards my head, gently lacing his fingers into my hair before pulling it, and he looks up again at me.

“Be good and take it,” he then commands with a low voice, it being enough to make me moan out loud again.

“I’ll take it,” I pant in response, “fuck, I’ll take it all—”

Noah hums against my core, slightly vibrating against me, driving me crazy. He then looks up at me through his lashes, watching my face contort and twitch in pleasure. His left hand then moves to the desk next to his bed again, taking one of the gloves off it and sliding it on again, making my eyes widen. Oh god—he has definitely noticed what those gloves did to me the whole evening.

I see him having to hold back a grin at my reaction, confirming that. “Look at you baby, already looking wrecked,” he teases, his eyes and lips leaving my enter to look up at me, his gloved hand now moving down to my core, slowly rubbing me, and I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of the leather against me.

“Oh God Noah,” I choke out, feeling myself getting even closer to the edge, and his lips curve into a mischievous grin.

“And now look at you, begging me already,” he taunts after a dark, amused chuckle follows. “I’ll give you what you want, darling, but only if you say my name. That’s the only way you’ll get what you need.”

“Noah,” I desperately choke out, my voice sounding needy, practically shaking as I say his name, and he chuckles softly at how vulnerable and exposed I am right now. “I’m so close, please—“

“That’s my pretty thing,” Noah hums, his lips going back to my aching center, continuing to devour me with his tongue, and I let out the most desperate sounds, and soon enough I grab and pull his hair, hitting my edge, hard and with trembling legs he needs to hold with both his hands.

The sounds I'm making are almost loud enough for the others, and the realization makes my climax feel even more pleasurable and hot to me. Noah pulls away from my center, looking at me, taking in my dazed expression.

“What a pretty thing you are, y/n,” he praises me as he crawls over and hovers over me again.

I blush yet roll my eyes at the same time, chuckling lightly. “Yeah yeah,” I playfully respond as I swat his chest, and he joins my laughter.

“Now roll over for me, and make me wish you an even better happy birthday.”

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unlimitedlust · 1 year ago

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Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author's Note:

Heyy, I've had this idea in my head for a while now and it took me some time to finally write it so I hope y'all like it!!

I'm new to this fandom and this is my very first Noah Sebastian fanfiction, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimers: as any other content in this blog, this is a highly NSFW smutty story so if you're not into this kind of explicit content I advise you not to read it. Here you'll have a bit of plot and lots of porn, unprotected p in v (be safe out there), oral (f receiving), Noah being a giver, alcohol and lots of explicit descriptions.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

I wrote it to Sleep Token's "Chokehold", "Take Me Back To Eden" and "The Summoning", and also to Bad Omens' "The Death Of Piece Of Mind" and "What It Cost", so if you're into listening to something while reading, I recommend you these songs.

WC: 4.7K

Enjoy your time here and if you enjoy it, feel free to leave it a like and/or to reblog the story, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!

End of Author's Note

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You were Bad Omens’ photographer for the tour, the one responsible for taking all the pictures the fans would go feral online, especially Noah’s, and you couldn’t help but to keep giving them more material, because even though you’d never admit it, you’d also secretly had a deep crush on him.

The guys from the band and the crew would often joke about how Noah’s pictures were the best ones and how you privileged him over the rest of the band, but you always dismissed the subject by saying that it wasn’t your fault he had the better angle since he was the lead singer. It was true in some aspects, yes, but your skills for taking fantastic pictures no matter how challenging the circumstance was were undeniable, so in the end of the day, it wasn’t hard to reach the conclusion that Noah was your favorite.

You often caught yourself admiring the pictures you took of him, his perfect angelical features in contrast with his tattoo covered skin, the way his eyes would catch the lens like he was staring right into your soul through the camera separating you.

But that was all coming to an end tonight.

They’d just played their last concert of the tour and you’d all agreed to make a small (kind of) party to celebrate it at the boys’ place.

You felt bittersweet towards the event. You were happy to be partying with them and being able to enjoy the moment without the concern of taking the perfect pictures. But on the other hand, you were sad you wouldn’t be seeing the band daily anymore and you’d miss them because you’d gotten attached to them and to their jokes, and also (and obviously) because you wouldn’t be seeing Noah anymore.

Your flight home for the morning after the party was already booked and you’d already checked in to save you some time.

So you sighed when you walked inside the big house in front of you. You, like always, held your confident and unwavering poise before everyone, but deep down you were uneasy. Was this the last time you’d be seeing him? In how long? Or ever?

You couldn’t hear the sounds of your heels clicking on the wooden floor because at each step you got closer to the party where loud music was blasting and you soon found the small crowd of people in the main living room already having their own fun.

You felt an arm hooking on yours and suddenly Folio was pulling you through the people towards the rest of the band and you couldn’t help but to smile at the unexpected gesture.

Your heart raced and your cheeks burned as you got closer to Noah, who’d been watching you from the moment you arrived, but you played it cool like always as you got to them and Ruffilo immediately put a bottle of beer in your hand.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You didn’t know that, but he also had a strong crush on you and all of the band knew it. He always told them it was just a small crush and they should ignore it just as he did (or tried), because he wanted to keep it professional between you two.

But when you got to his sight and he saw you wearing that black leather crop top, with thin straps on your shoulders, just a zipper on the front imprisoning your breasts and highlighting your cleavage, along with a high-waisted skinny black skirt molding your curves and, mainly, your ass, bare toned legs on display and black boots on your feet, he was done.

You’d spent the last months practically living together in tour buses and stuff, but you always wore larger, baggy dark clothes that’d cover your body and blend you with the rest of the crew, so how well you looked caught not only Noah’s attention, but everyone else’s, the difference tonight was the fact that Noah just wouldn’t stop staring.

You felt confident, you knew you looked hot and secretly you’d chosen your clothes just for him, to impress him, to catch his attention. And your mission was successfully accomplished.

“Hey pretty” Noah reached his right arm out and pulled you to him in a side hug before kissing the top of your head.

“Hey handsome”

That exchange wasn’t new for you, it was like that every time you met, but this time, the way his lips lingered longer in your forehead as you inhaled his scent deeply got you very aware that something was different tonight. Was it because you were parting ways?

When he let you go he searched for the flustered expression you always had in your face when he did that, but sensed some apprehension instead, despite the grin forming on your lips.

Another thing you didn’t know is that Noah learned over time how to read you and he loved how cute you looked every time he got a shy smile out of your lips.

He loved how flustered you got when he gave the camera the looks he knew got you weak on your knees, because every time he did that, he saw how you unwittingly licked your lips as you checked out the pictures you’d just taken. And no, you didn’t have that same reaction over the pictures you took from the rest of the band, no matter how incredible they were.

“Gonna miss me now that the tour is over?” You teased him, taking a sip from your beer.

“Miss you? Why? We’re not going anywhere” Confusion splattered across Noah’s face as he had his full attention on you.

“You remember I live on the other side of the world right?”

His jaw visibly tensed when he finally processed the information you just brought him.

“Fuck…” Noah was frustrated “But you’re still coming for the barbecue tomorrow, right?”

“Uh… Nope… My flight leaves early in the morning actually…” You felt guilty as the words came from your lips, the intensity of his glare over you stealing your breath as Noah looked like he’d just been stabbed.

“No, you can’t do that… Are you saying this is our last night with you until God knows when?”

He took a big gulp of his own beer, his knuckles white due to the hard grip on the bottle and on the counter behind him, until he sighed in defeat.

“Come on, it’s not like we’re never seeing each other again” You nudged him trying to cheer him up “All you gotta do is hire me as your photographer again” You winked at him and took another swing of your beer, but you didn’t miss the way he watched your lips wrapping around the bottle.

“You say it like we’ve fired you, but you forget you won’t get rid of us, and especially me that easy”

“Like I’d want to get rid of you” You rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve waited a little longer to go home though, are you that tired of looking at my face?” He teased, the smirk on his lips making you weak on your knees.

“Tired of looking at a catch like that? Never”

“You think I’m a catch? Good to know” The way his eyes burned as he looked at you up and down again raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re insufferable”

“And you’re a terrible liar” He grabbed your hand “Now come on let’s have some fun”

The rest of the band along with other guests had gathered around the sofas in the middle of the room, all of them paying attention to Jolly, who was explaining the rules of the drinking game he’d just invented.

After a few drinks, beers and shots in, you along with anyone else got loose and the games that were tame at first got wilder as the night went on.

“Truth or dare, come on, never gets old and I’m dying for some revelations tonight” Folio spun an empty bottle in the center of the coffee table in front of them “bottom asks, top answers”

The bottle finally stopped spinning and you had the first round: Rufillo to Jolly.

Jolly chose dare and Rufillo made him drink 5 seconds of tequila.

Another spin. Folio to you.

“Come on honey, truth or dare?” He made the question with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Truth”

“Let’s heat things up a bit then: of the people in this room, who would you make out with?”

Your cheeks burned red with his question as all eyes were on you and the room went silent waiting for your answer. Yet you weren’t shy, the alcohol in your system had you bold at that point.

“Noah”

“Yet you always deny he’s your favorite” Folio pretended to be offended.

You winked at Noah, who was sitting by your side, eyes narrowed in you as he raked them over you, visibly satisfied by your answer.

A few more rounds went by until the bottle landed on Noah.

“Truth or dare, buddy?” Folio had evil intentions in his eyes again and of course Noah wasn’t going to be spared.

“Dare”

“I dare you to take a body shot on the person you find the hottest in this room”

Noah left his place by your side as the boys brought him salt, a piece of lime and a shot of tequila. When he got up you felt your heart sinking in your chest with the realization he might choose another girl, but when he knelt in front of you, you lost your breath.

Noah rested his tattooed hands on your knees, uncrossed your legs and pulled you towards him, to the edge of the couch, the way he manhandled you catching you off guard as he was now between your legs and your skirt rose higher, getting dangerously shorter.

Heat pooled in your panties as you watched him lean you backwards and prepare you for the body shot. He placed the small glass of tequila in your cleavage, poured salt on your neck and the piece of lime between your lips.

“May I?” He splayed his hands on your thighs as the smug on his lips grew wider.

Since your lips were occupied by the piece of lime, you only nodded, watching him lick his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck.

Noah took his time on licking the salt off your neck, swirling his tongue and kissing your skin in the process, then made his way down to your chest where his nose brushed against the valley of your breasts as he wrapped his lips around the shot glass to down it, and for last came up for the lime on your lips, his own ghosting over yours as he took it with his teeth, eyes locked on yours as he teased you in front of everyone, fingers sinking on your thighs as he seemed to be holding himself back.

Rufillo cleared his throat loudly and Noah quickly stood on his feet.

“Fuck I’m dizzy” Was all you could muster as you got up as well all flustered, pulling your skirt down as you headed for the kitchen for some water.

You were so aroused you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your core ached between your legs as you pressed them together hoping for some friction. You chugged down a glass of cold water in a vain attempt to ease your nerves, but it wasn’t water you were thirsty for.

The feel of his tongue and lips on your neck still lingered, tingling, and you wondered what he would do to you if you weren’t surrounded by people.

“Thirsty?” Noah materialized behind you, practically caging you, but also keeping some distance.

His eyes were darker than usual, burning holes in yours as he waited for your answer, and you both knew very well that “water” wasn’t the subject, and since this was your last night with them, with him, you weren’t running away anymore.

“Been the whole tour” You fired back at him and he took a step closer.

“Same on my part” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, his fingers entangling with the hair on your nape while his thumb traced your lips “It’s a shame we waited this long… If you only knew all the ways I’ve had you in my mind…”

His husky voice sent your shivers straight to your pussy at his confession, and you wanted nothing but to have at least a sneak peak of what he’d had in his head. If only he could know what’s been to yours as well.

“Well now I can’t seem to understand why are you taking so long to show me?”

“Is there someone in a hurry?”

“Since I have a flight in the morning…” His hand slid down to your neck, choking you.

“And who says you’re getting into that plane tomorrow?” You couldn’t help but to moan when he tightened his hand around your neck just enough to make you melt into his grip “Let’s get out of here”

He let go of your neck and grabbed your hand, guiding you upstairs towards his bedroom. You stood in the middle of his room waiting for his next step as he locked the door behind him, the predatory gaze sending shivers down your spine as he checked you out once again.

“You are so fucking beautiful”

You couldn’t help but to blush at his confession as he stood in front of you, both hands cupping your face, admiring your delicate features.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you” He licked his lips, his eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes.

“Fucking kiss me, Noah”

“Thought you’d never ask”

He crashed his lips against yours and you felt your body going limp in his arms as he deepened the kiss. You let your fingers trail their way through his dark soft hair as his tongue explored yours, devouring you. He kissed you passionately and his hands roamed free over your body, you nibbled his lower lip and he pulled your hips closer, making sure you’d feel how hard he already was, pressing against your belly.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t” He gasped, his restraint holding on by a thread.

“Who says I want you to stop?” Your hands slid down his chest to the hem of his shirt “I want your everything” You pulled his shirt upwards and he took the cue to help you take it off.

Your fingertips traced the tattoos on his body in admiration, every inch of him pure perfection in your eyes.

He kissed you again and guided you backwards to his bed, making your body collapse on it just as you felt your calves hitting its edge. Noah hovered over you, the thin chain around his neck dangling over you, almost touching your face as his hand ran up the side of your body from your outer thigh.

When he reached your ribcage, his fingers changed their path to the middle of your chest, to the zipper of your crop top, and you held your breath as he opened it slowly, eyes trained on you as the leather piece slowly slid off your breasts revealing them to him, nipples hard and sensitive on his full disposal.

“Fucking amazing”

Your lips met once more as he splayed one of his hands on one of your boobs, fondling it and pitching your nipple between his tattooed fingers. His body stood between your legs and you whimpered when he rubbed his clothed manhood against your aching center, covered only by helplessly damp lace panties.

His lips trailed kisses down your jaw towards your neck, where he now, very aware of your sensitivity in that area, covered your skin in with kisses and angry love-bites, clearly intending on marking you as his.

Your manicured nails ran up his back as his lips now peppered kisses down your clavicles to your chest, his mouth immediately latching on one of your breasts, suckling and nibbling your nipple, to then soothe the small sting with the softness of his tongue before switching his attention to the other.

You arched your back, legs spreading wider apart as you surrender yourself completely to his mercy, small cries of pleasure escaping your lips as you watched him, mouth and hands full of your boobs, the ache between your legs almost unbearable as you desperately needed him there, filling you.

“Noah please…” You pleaded as your legs tried to pull his hips to grind against you with no avail.

His voice was raw, deep and filled with lust: “Please what?”

He teased, lips now traveling lower on your body, stopping only to give him enough room to take both your skirt and panties at once, throwing it randomly in his room.

“I need you to tell me what you want babe” He nibbled the skin right below your navel, and the realization of how close he was to your intimacy sent stronger shivers over your body as he kissed your inner thighs “Fuck you’re dripping”

“I need you inside me, please” You whined as his lips got closer to your hot center, his eyes admiring how glistening wet you already were for him before he blew his breath on you, making you quiver at the sensitivity.

“I will princess, but I need to taste you first”

Noah spread your legs wider apart and his tongue ran flat over your pussy, collecting and tasting all the arousal he could get, moaning against you as he finally got to taste you. His skilled tongue on your clit got you seeing stars in seconds as he worked on building your orgasm, and you prayed the music downstairs was loud enough to keep the rest of the party from hearing you, because you just couldn’t hold yourself back.

“You taste so fucking good”

Noah ate you like a starved man, feasting on you, taking pleasure in watching the sexed expressions on your face and how you helplessly writhed below him. He added a finger inside you as he kept working on you with his mouth, his long finger immediately finding the magic spongy spot inside you that made your legs shake around his neck as the pleasure knot forming on your lower belly threatened to explode violently at any second.

You tried to hold it back for as long as you could, but when he combined the work on your clit with his tongue along with a precise flick of his wrist, he forced the orgasm out of you in strong white hot waves of ecstasy, making you lose your senses for a few seconds as he rode your high.

Yet Noah didn’t stop.

Still eating you, he held you firmly and flipped you both on the bed, making you sit on his face. Your faltering legs threatened your balance, but his firm grip kept you up straight.

You looked below you and the scene alone almost made you cum again. The pussy-drunk look on his face, the disheveled hair, the way half of his face was covered in your slick, dark eyes glossy as he looked up meeting yours as he kept lapping, sucking, overstimulating you on purpose.

“Oh my fuck N-Noah…”

“Fuck my face babe”

He growled against you, fingers sinking on your ass cheeks as you, still shaky, followed his command and started to roll your hips back and forth, allowing you to control the pace, the pressure, and to use his face on your own will.

You felt your climax blossoming inside you again as he kept devouring you, drinking in every drop he could take from you, his nose rubbing against your clit while he fucked you with his tongue.

“Oh fuck… Noah…” Your orgasm bubbled up inside you again, but you were not ready for it yet, you were sure you’d collapse on top of him if he gave you another one in such a short time.

As if reading your thoughts Noah stopped, keeping you from falling apart so soon, but on the other hand edging you as you were so close to jumping off that cliff again.

You got off of his face and moved down his body to remove his pants and underwear, hurried, dying to feel him. He propped himself on his elbows and watched you undress him with shaky hands, the fucked out expression on your face making him want more of you.

Your jaw dropped when his cock sprung free, rock hard against his belly, head glistening with precum, the size and thickness doing justice to his height, and your throat went dry to the thinking of how he would feel inside you, stretching you.

“It’s all yours” He grinned, watching you admire him.

You straddled and pulled him up to kiss you and your taste still lingered on his tongue. His arms wrapped around your back and waist bringing you closer, and you took the cue to rock yourself against his shaft, coating it with your arousal, mixing it with his precum, the friction making him groan against your lips.

You pulled his hair, tilting his head back exposing his neck, and attacked it with your lips and tongue, all while you now teased the head of his cock with your opening, pretending you’d finally let him in, threatening to finally join your bodies, but skipping it every time, his digits digging on your flesh with his impatiency.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it now?” He peppered kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“You tell me… You want it that bad?” You whispered in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

That’s until he took control over you again and held your hips in place, lining himself with your entrance, all while he pulled you by your hair with his free hand, pulling you away from his neck, making you look at him, eyes so dark with lust and oozing such a primal desire you felt like prey.

“I do”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now eyes on me”

He instructed and you immediately obeyed. With one of his hands still on the back of your head and the other on your hip, the tip of his cock met your pussy and Noah pressed you down on him, merging your bodies slowly. His name came out of your lips in such a sinful pitch that made him throb inside you, the vision and the feeling of you, flesh and bone, being endlessly better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Your arms snaked around his neck as he bottomed you out, you felt so full and stretched, your whole body was on fire, ignited with desire, and when you got used to his size you started to move on top of him, slowly increasing your pace as you rode him, stealing grunts of pleasure out of him every time you intentionally clenched around him and fucked him harder, your skin slapping against his as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He was so lost in his own moment he didn’t know if he should look at where your bodies merged, at your boobs bouncing in front of his face or at your sex glazed eyes. His lips captured yours once again as you rocked your hips back and forth, that very specific motion almost making you both snap.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum”

He whined and rolled you both, laying you on the bed as he got on top of you, switching positions so he could last longer, to feel you longer, to fuck you longer. He pushed himself inside of you again and all at once, at the new depth he reached with that position turned you into a moaning mess as he now set his own pace, but making sure that with every thrust he stimulated that very spot he found earlier inside you.

“Noah oh my…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as that postponed orgasm emerged again like a tsunami, washing away all of your senses as it bursted from inside out, hard, making your pussy clench desperately around him as he rode your high, taking every bit of his restraint to ride you through it without unloading inside you, cock throbbing in need, and just as he felt your body becoming jelly under his he pulled out of you, cumming on your belly in long hot spurts as he stilled over you, cheeks red and eyes rolled back.

He glued his forehead on yours, breathing still heavy as he came back from his own high, admiring how impossibly beautiful you looked at that very moment.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you into that plane tomorrow”

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concretejunglefm · 4 months ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒… 01

Summary: When you were convinced to visit a male strip club, you didn’t anticipate that the guy you locked eyes with on stage and who subsequently pulled you up for a routine, would turn out to be the same guy whose roommate advert you’d be responding to less than 24 hours later.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: nothing really other than some mentions of suggestive dance moves at a strip club.

WC: 3.2k.

AN: Alright, so I’m not sure how many parts this will have. All I know is that this is for fun I hope you enjoy Noah being a lovable himbo.

Dividers: silent-stories.

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ROOMMATE WANTED

Are you struggling with parental issues, a questionable job, broken hopes and dreams, or perhaps hiding your pain behind a morbid sense of humor? If so, you might just be the perfect roommate for me!

Conditions:

No crazy people, but you must be willing to help deter a few crazy exes.

My dog must like you.

Food policy: what’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine.

Perks:

You’ll have a private bedroom and bathroom.

There's an outdoor pool and an inflatable pool for when the main pool is being cleaned.

An outdoor bar that is fully stocked.

A grumpy neighbor next door who’s always ready to offer unsolicited advice and openly judge your life choices.

When you answered the Craigslist ad for a roommate, you must have been on the verge of insanity because no rational person would have responded to that ad, would they?

It doesn’t alleviate your concerns at all when you receive a response from the poster, not even twenty minutes later. First, they thank you for your interest, and then they send you a time and date for a potential meetup and viewing.

Well, at least if they’re a serial killer, they work swiftly, ensuring you don’t have to struggle to find a new place before your eviction notice expires.

With a huff, you slump back into your desk chair and your eyes fall upon the pile of papers, the eviction notice sitting atop them all.

Your original landlord had been a kind and understanding old man, though he may have been a bit too lenient with the rent at times. However, everything changed when he passed everything on to his son. Suddenly, you were facing stricter rent deadlines, increased prices, and cuts to the services included. You were barely able to keep up with the demands until you were presented with the eviction notice.

Craigslist became your last resort, and a desperate one at that. You either had the good fortune to catch Moby Dick in the initial hours of browsing the ad’s, or you were about to be pulled in and devoured by sharks.

Reaching for the notice, you push it aside to reveal a flyer for a live male strip show. Four shirtless guys with various tattoos across their hands, arms, chest, and even necks pose in the picture. Their latest show is tonight, and you quickly snap a picture of the flyer before sending it to the group chat.

You: I need a night out. Anyone else? Troy: Hot, sweaty, tattooed covered men grinding on me? Count me in! Brooke: I’ll bring the baby oil. Troy: Why do you need baby oil? Brooke: In case they run out, duh. You: I’m already having regrets.

By 9pm, you find yourself entering a club that’s already half full. You hadn’t anticipated the ambiance; you always assumed such places to be seedy and tucked behind alleyways. However, this one was high-end and well-decorated, though dimly lit to enhance the atmosphere.

Partially distracted by the music and the bustling crowd, you miss your name being called. However, from the corner of your eye, you catch Troy ushering you to join him over at the bar.

“What on earth are you drinking?” you ask, watching him sip on a colorful fruit cocktail.

“A Big Dipper,” he flashes a cheeky grin and gestures his head down towards the bartender, a man with long hair and wearing a ball cap, sporting a Lord of the Rings shirt. “I wouldn’t mind trying his, if you know what I mean.”

Troy winks, and you laugh, shaking your head as you gaze back at the crowd of people settling into their seats at the various tables scattered throughout the club which surround the main stage area in the center. “Where’s Brooke?”

“She went to ‘freshen up’, which I believe is a euphemism for removing her panties in anticipation of throwing them at her next victim.”

“Come on, be nice,” you nudge, a slight laugh escaping your lips. Even though it might sound a bit harsh, it was an accurate observation. Despite being your closest friends, Troy and Brooke had always shared a unique love-hate dynamic.

After ordering a drink for yourself, Brooke runs across the room, nearly squealing as she grabs both your arms. “Hurry! I’ve found the best seat in the house tonight!”

She bounces excitedly on her way to the table, and your eyes widen in realization as you notice how close to the stage you all are.

“Oh no, no,” you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Oh, yes! You’re going to sit here and watch hot men undress and dance for your pleasure, and you’re going to enjoy it.” Brooke places her hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you down onto the seat.

You groan in response, rolling your eyes slightly with a huff. “Alright, but if we’re chosen, I’m not going up there.”

You’ve heard the stories from their previous performances about how they select audience members to receive lap dances, sometimes even lifting them onto their waist and carrying them through a full routine. The idea makes your face flush, not only because of the hot stranger gyrating on you, but also because of the thought of being on stage in front of an audience. That’s the part that worries you the most. It’s ironic for someone who dedicates their life to being watched by an unseen audience on Twitch, making it their career.

As the house lights dim and the stage lights brighten, Brooke starts stomping her feet excitedly beside you, grabbing and shaking your arm as the introductory music begins.

The first performer to step out is a man dressed entirely in black, including a long black jacket and sunglasses, appearing as though he’s stepped straight out of The Matrix movies. As heavy industrial techno music plays in the background, he begins to strip off layer by layer, revealing a pair of tight black pants and a strappy black tank top. A quick glance down at his pants confirms the reason for his choice of the stage name, ‘Thicky’.

It’s such an obvious name choice that it leads to Troy choking on his straw, causing both you and Brooke to burst into laughter.

The second performer, the drummer, descends from the ceiling, playing his drums with an animalistic energy that lives up to his stage name ‘Animal’. He’s already shirtless and headbanging to the rhythm, his bare, tattooed chest glistening with sweat, which is noticeable even from your seat in the audience.

Next, ‘Mr. International’ steps out, another who’s clad entirely in black, similar to his stage partner, except for his hair is longer and his black pants are leather. He exudes a dominant aura as he struts around the stage, captivating the women in the crowd with his presence. Many of them increase their screams and even throw extra cash towards him as he approaches the edge of the stage.

When the final introduction for ‘Viper’ commences, you must resist the urge to burst into laughter as a towering, dark-haired man adorned in tattoos saunters onto the stage, exuding an aura reminiscent of an iconic character from Top Gun. However, the moment he begins shedding the layers of his ‘uniform,’ your jaw drops in awe, and your eyes widen with genuine admiration as he reveals his body, draped in a sleek black skin-tight tank, tattoos adorning almost every inch of his visible skin.

“I think we’ve discovered her kryptonite,” Troy remarks across the table to Brooke, but you barely notice it, completely captivated by the man and his commanding stage presence in front of you.

You can’t take your eyes off him during the show. He stands tall and handsome, exuding an aura of charisma that draws you in, even as the other men on stage begin their dance routine. For a fleeting moment, you swear his gaze locks onto yours as he scans the audience, and your heart races with excitement at the thought. Suddenly, an overwhelming desire surges through you to be chosen when the time comes for an audience member to join them on stage.

To your surprise, his eyes do meet yours when that moment arrives, and it feels almost like a scene from a movie as he approaches, raising a hand and beckoning you with his finger.

Each performer had already conducted their own routine with an audience member. ‘Animal’ had one sitting on his lap while he performed a drum solo and was suspended in the air once again. ‘Thicky’ performed a whole chair routine, giving them a lap dance. Lastly, ‘Mr International’ rode the signature Pony suspended from the ceiling with an audience member, grinding against them from behind.

Now, it’s the final routine with ‘Viper’. As you stand to take his hand, he guides you up to the stage, instantly pulling you against him.

Lifting you from the floor, he holds you up, then brings you to sit on his waist. From this close-up, you notice the faint shade of eyeliner around his eyes and how his body shimmers with body glitter, including subtle highlights on his face and along his cheekbones. Some of the glitter is already transferring onto you.

Before you can become too mesmerized by the sight of him, he starts dancing along to the music, bouncing you slightly on his waist. It takes all your willpower not to burst into a fit of giggles, especially as his intense gaze locks onto yours.

When he lowers you to the floor, he continues to grind, wrapping your legs around his waist before rolling you both over. He keeps you seated on his waist, arching his back and rolling his hips upward in a smooth, rhythmic motion that vibrates between your thighs.

Suddenly, the urge to giggle is replaced by overwhelming embarrassment at how much you’re enjoying this, completely unaware of the room full of eyes watching you both, most of which are likely filled with envy as you both mimic riding him like he is your own personal pony, perfectly matching up to the lyrics of the song playing.

By the time you regain your composure and the song reaches its end, you’re flustered as you return to your seat, fanning yourself with your hand as you walk back on slightly unsteady feet, unable to suppress the grin that stretches across your face.

“It seems like you enjoyed it more than you anticipated.” Troy leans in closer to you, speaking in a sing-song voice that elicits a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, hush,” you playfully swat at him.

As the guys gather to perform their final routine of the night and take their bows, you swear you catch his eye once more, with ‘Viper’ shooting a cheeky wink down at you, sending a rush of heat through you.

You can sense, somehow, that this won’t be your final encounter with him.

Craigslist guy: It’s just off Limes Drive. The house you’re looking for is the one on the corner.

You’ve read the message over and over again, for about the fifth time now, and you’re staring directly at something that’s definitely not a house on the corner of Limes Drive. In fact, it’s just an open piece of land. Suddenly, you start to wonder if you’re being Punk’d or if this person is actually a serial killer.

Pocketful of Sunshine begins to play as your phone rings. The caller ID displays Craigslist dude and panic starts to set in. Is he calling to reveal his sinister plan to kidnap and kill you?

It then hits you that watching those true crime shows before bed might not be such a good idea after all.

Clearing your throat, you answer, holding your phone up before speaking tentatively. “Hello?”

“Hey! Have you seen the house yet?”

“What exactly am I supposed to be seeing?”

“The house!”

Is this guy serious? “There’s no house here.” You look back at the patch of land and huff. “Listen, if you’re calling to waste my time—” He cuts you off abruptly.

“Woah, woah. I’m not wasting anyone’s time. I’m standing outside right now.”

You search around because either he’s lying or you’re blind. There’s no one in front of you, and just as you turn around completely, you catch a guy waving from his driveway. “Is that you? The tall guy who’s waving?”

“Yes! See, I told you it was here.”

“You mentioned the corner of Limes Drive!” You growl through bared teeth.

“No, I said it was just off Limes. But you’re here now, so come over and take a look around!”

He sounds so unbothered by the fact that he was wrong, amused even, and somehow that irritates you slightly.

Pocketing your phone, you quickly glancing both ways before crossing the street, and running up to the drive, stopping before the guy waiting for you. Recognition washes over you as you come face-to-face with the same guy you were not only watching strip last night, but had even performed on stage with him.

He looks different when he’s not under those stage lights, without the faint eye makeup or covered in glitter. The same body glitter you still have stuck to you this morning, even after showering.

“You’re Viper, aren’t you?” Your gaze narrows, and you notice his lips curling into a grin.

“You’ve heard of me? Wait…” His gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a slight warmth spread through your body as recognition dawns on him. “You’re the girl from last night, aren’t you?”

Your hand instinctively reaches up and rubs against the side of your neck at his recollection of you. “That’s me. Or, you know...” You offer him your name, extending your hand for a proper introduction.

“Well, you can call me Noah then.” Somehow, you hadn’t quite anticipated what his real name would be, but it being ‘Noah’ didn’t even cross your mind.

As he guides you up the driveway and into the house, he starts rambling about the house’s features, almost repeating most of the information mentioned in the Craigslist ad.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Noah asks, momentarily glancing down at you.

You nearly miss his question, too preoccupied with admiring the intricate tattoos adorning his arms and neck.

“Hmm? Oh! I’m a Twitch streamer,” you respond, dismissing it and following him through the house as you take in the rooms.

“Wait, seriously? Do you have a complete setup and everything?” You catch the way his eyes gleam and start to quietly laugh. It’s genuinely endearing, both his interest and the enthusiasm in his tone.

“Yeah, it’s not perfect, but I’m gradually making progress.”

“So, you have the dream job, right? You play games for a living.”

You take a moment to ponder the idea because while it’s your dream job, it comes with its challenges. However, seeing his excited expression makes it difficult to shatter his heart with the harsh reality of being a Twitch streamer, especially in the current climate.

“I suppose so, yeah.”

“Perhaps I could join a stream sometime. If you need a skilled dancer to keep the audience entertained, I’ll be your man.” He raises his hands and points his thumbs at himself, the gesture eliciting a laugh from you.

For a fleeting moment, your mind wanders to alternative ways he could be useful on stream. Many streamers collaborate with others, but you can’t help but find yourself drifting into more explicit thoughts.

Your eyes fixate on his mouth, watching the way it moves as he speaks, and the brief licks of his lips between words. The sensation it ignites in you is even more intense than the night before when you were on stage with him, but you swiftly shake your head, dismissing the thought.

If you intend to accept his roommate offer and move in with him, you need to stop having any and all inappropriate thoughts about him.

“And the pool is just out there,” you finally regain your focus as he guides you through the kitchen, gesturing towards the back door. Your eyes then fall upon the boarded-up doggy door.

“Why did you board up your doggy door?”

“To stop my ex from coming back.”

Great, so he's a misogynist, you think, completely taken back by such a comment.

“I wasn’t kidding about the crazy ex mentioned in the roommate ad. My previous one somehow managed to squeeze through the doggy door.”

“Oh…,” realization dawns on you. As you glance over at the doggy door once more, you can’t help but wonder what man could make you act so crazy that you’d crawl through a doggy door to get back with him.

“We managed to last another two months after that, so it wasn’t a terrible idea on her part. I thought boarding it up after our last breakup would prevent her from literally crawling back into my life and my home... again.”

For a moment, you find yourself staring at him, completely unsure of what to say. Were you sorry about the breakup or his ex’s sudden reappearance in his life? Either way, it felt like an insensitive thing to say.

“Let me show you where your room will be!” he says, leading you upstairs and pointing out his other roommates' rooms: Jolly, the guy nicknamed ‘Mr. International,’ and Davis, another friend who works at the club.

“The dog is actually Davis’,” he informs you.

“Oh, so you lied on your Ad. That’s very naughty,” you tease, but he just laughs and gives you a soft ‘yeah,’ as if he were a child being scolded for something minor. He’s innocent either way.

Reaching the room and the en-suite that will be yours, you step inside and begin exploring. You size up the space and assess the room’s condition.

Turning back, you see Noah standing in the doorway. “My room is just next door,” he says. “I promise you’ll have your privacy. There’s even a lock on your door if you need it, see?” He gestures to the door handle.

You feel a sense of ease knowing you’ll have your own space and a potential safety measure already installed.

“I really like it,” you whisper under your breath, nodding as you take in the room once more. Compared to your current apartment, it’s more spacious, and the rent is almost half the price.

“It’s yours if you want it!”

“Uh…” Did you want it? It was the perfect size, and there would even be space to set up your streaming equipment. You’d have your own bathroom, a pool, and a dog.

There are perks, but you can’t help but feel a slight twinge of embarrassment when you look back at Noah and remember the night before, when he had you bouncing on his waist, simulating outrageous sexual positions in the form of dance moves.

“Sure. That would be great.” You move towards him, stopping at the doorway, where you meet him still standing there. It amuses you how close to the door frame his head reaches and makes you realize that you’d misjudged his height when he was on stage.

“I promise I don’t usually make a habit of moving in with a guy the day after he grinds on me,” you add, trying to keep the mood light and softly laughing.

“Okay,” he says.

Maybe he doesn’t catch your joke, or maybe he just thinks it’s an odd thing to say. Either way, Noah’s reply makes you wish you hadn’t said anything at all, and for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

You can only hope you won’t regret agreeing to move in with him.

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badomensgoodomens · 8 months ago

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BAD DECISIONS

CHAPTER ONE.

Noah Sebastian X reader

CW: sex and a ridiculously cringy argument. (p-in-v, shower sex, rough dirty talk)

credits to @emluvsuxo who proofread this chapter and did not tell me how absolutely cringy and shitty it is (xoxo) i promise the other two chapters I've written following this one are better academically, and storyline wise.

tag list at bottom of post.

READERS POV

Noah currently had me sprawled out on his bed, his fingers pumping in and out. My head was thrown back with pleasure, but ultimately, I was in a different place. He pauses his movement, “you good?” he asks, gazing down at me. I nod, mumbling about how I had a rough day.

We hooked up often, a stress reliever for both me and him. He wasn’t like other boys i’d fucked, he was slow, meaningful and very set on both ends receiving pleasure. However, I always wake up alone. I wasn’t beginning to care about that factor until now.

When I woke up the next morning, half naked, I just laid there for a while. Why do I all of a sudden need this man for more than just sex. I mean he wasn’t ALL that.. With his uhm….. Fuck.

I crave that man from the inside out.

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After a couple of hours of wallowing in delusion with my hands between my legs, I dragged myself out to the studio. I needed to work on a few pieces and get them shipped out. Art was a big passion of mine, it was a great stress reliever (alongside sex with the god himself; noah.) I was successfully channelling every emotion without taking it out on someone else, and turning it into art. Soft music played in the background as I spent hours focusing on every individual brush stroke, trying to perfect this specific piece.

I ignored everything for a while, texts from my sister, from my mom, even from noah. I was antsy, and a little dizzy. I was losing daylight, this piece wasn’t even remotely done. I’d have to return to it tomorrow.

I close and lock the door to my studio, heading down the steep flight of stairs to the carpark. I knew Noah went to the gym around here, and prayed silently I wouldn't come across him. I was still incredibly contradicted. Did I really want more from him?

The sun had set and I wasn't even half way home yet, clairo played softly over the radio. I was overwhelmed, not sure how to feel about noah. Fuck. Why is bags playing?

Fuck

Maybe I am in love with him?

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NOAH'S POV

I chuck my phone down onto my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. She hasn’t responded yet. Maybe she's given up on me.

Fuck. I'm painfully hard and I need her soft skin against mine. I hadn’t told the boys about her, I didn't intend to ever date her, I don’t think. We were merely friends with benefits, I'm not ready for commitment.

It isn’t like I don’t trust her or anything, I'm just scared, and hurt. Natasha fucked me up real bad, hence why we were strictly friends with benefits. No cheating, no trust issues, just meaningless sex. Even though, now when I smell her perfume, it makes me dizzy.

My head was resting on my grey pillows as my hips stuttered, my right hand jerking up and down my cock. Soft groans spilled out of my mouth as my hips snapped up. I was seconds away from cumming when my phone rang, it was her, her contact photo illuminating my entire phone screen. And holy shit it made me cum.

I had taken a photo of her, half naked, standing by the big windows in her bedroom. I’d just fucked her brains out, but she was more intrigued by the moon. I scramble to answer the phone, pulling my pants back up.

“Hi?” her voice came through my phone speaker.

“Hi, are you busy right now?” I asked, readjusting my pants.

Her soft sigh fills my ears, and I almost moan.

“I’m on my way home from the studio, shower sex sounds good enough for you?”

I climb out of bed, mumbling a soft yes.

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I pull up to her house at roughly 8pm, letting myself in. She's standing in the kitchen in a pair of paint covered track pants and a sports bra.

“You’re covered in paint” I grin, watching as she eats a microwavable meal. She looks over herself, an embarrassed smile gracing her pretty face. I swear my pants tighten.

“Right. Upstairs. Now.” I smirk, slipping off my shirt.

She turns the shower on and hurries to get her clothes off, discarding her silly little lace thong. My hand reaches the back of her neck, pulling her soft lips against mine. It's a clash of teeth, kisses and moans.

“Bend over” I growl, spitting on my fingers. She does as she's told, making a show of bending over in the spacious shower. My hand comes down harshly on her pretty ass. I gently trace my fingers over her clit, her breathing quickens.

I lean my head down near her ear, nibbling on it, taking notice of the way her thighs squeeze together at the dirty things I'm whispering in her ear.

My fingers slip inside her tight pussy, pumping in and out. Her soft moans fill the room, blessing my ears. “Gonna make you cum, huh?” I groan, watching her clench down on my fingers. “Gonna make you cum with just my fingers, you dirty girl.”

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I walk out of the shower, stretching my back. I slip my clothes back on, gathering my stuff to leave. She walks me out, wearing just a tshirt. I clear my throat, turning to face her. She looked up at me, her face littered with a post-orgasmic glow, but her eyes said something different.

READERS POV

He pulls me in for a kiss, a magical one at that. I was enjoying it for a moment until I could taste a hint of hennessy. I pull away, feeling a mix of hurt. “So you just came here to fuck me because you were drunk?!” the words came out before i could even process them. Surprise washes over his face, “w-what?” he mutters, stepping back a little. I rub my hand over my face, why the fuck did i say that?

This was going to go south real quick.

“Am I no good?”

His face is quizzical, his eyebrows raising. “What? Baby-”

“No. don’t call me that. Tell me, am I no good?” the words fell off my lips in a hurry. I felt sick to my stomach, I was head over heels with this man and I needed to know.

“What the fuck are you talking about-”

I cut him off. “Do you actually want to fuck me? Or am I just the only one willing?” I ask, crossing my arms over. My heart hurt.

“I- we talked about this. We are strictly friends with benefits.” Noah responds, shuffling awkwardly back into the house, not wanting to give the neighbours a show. “You’re not even my fucking friend though! You won’t introduce me to your friends, you only come over for sex!" I yell, shutting the front door. Well yeah. That was the whole point of our relationship, but he could’ve at least been nice enough to.

I watch him rub his hand over my face. His leg was bouncing up and down.

“You caught feelings, didn’t you?”

My stomach dropped, I mean I hadn't exactly been secretive, but it was still terrifying.

“Why is that so wrong!!” I cried out, tugging at the roots of my hair. Was it because he was some rockstar? Was he just like… using me for my body? Ironic isn’t it?

He sighs, sitting down on my grey couch.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen-”

“Can I be yours?” the words spill out before i can stop myself, a desperate plea. The room is silent again. My hopes are not very high.

“What-?”

“Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours-" I fumble with my words, avoiding eye contact. It felt like I was being burned at the stake.

Panic sets over his face, I panic myself.

“We talked about this- i- i can’t do that.” he answers, standing up. Shuffling towards the door.

“You walk out those doors and you’ll never see me again-” the words were much harsher than intended, but I was at my wits end. Our relationship was boring, just sex and nothing else. That wasn’t what I wanted it to be. God, I felt like some trashy whore.

He faltered his movement slightly, but continued walking.

The last thing he said to me was, 'I’m sorry.' Those words hung in the air, heavy and final, just before I turned away and never saw him again. It wasn’t just the apology that hit me—it was the weight behind it, the finality in his voice, as if it were the last thing he could offer, and it still wasn’t enough. My chest tightened, and a cold wave of nausea rose in my throat. It was as though his words, meant to bring closure, had instead unravelled something inside me, leaving me hollow and raw. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—just the echo of his voice and the bitter sting of what could never be fixed.

The door slammed shut, making the thin walls of the lifeless house shake. Bile rose in my throat, I ran up the creaky stairs, my voice a mixture of pained cries and gagging.

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For days, I couldn’t stop hearing those words—his apology. It looped in my mind like a broken record, each repetition digging deeper. But as the days wore on, I started to realise something. Maybe the hardest part wasn't that he’d hurt me. It was that I was still holding on to the hurt, still letting it have power over me. I had to choose to let go.

authors note:

yes, I know I made this story out to be so much juicier and written so much better, just have some patience. I wrote this literally like 2 months ago and have increasingly gotten better.

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jojomiwbvb6 · 1 year ago

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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

Taglist: @emzandthevoid @mentallynot-here @bloodymug @sprokat @princesspeach-00 @ghoulsquad @missduffsblog @yeehaw-my-guys @lma1986 @artificialbreezy

Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

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blairboo · 1 year ago

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BAD DECISIONS

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader!

Summary: When Noah stops giving importance to his relationship, he realises the nonsense he did. What will he do to try to win you back?

Warnings : angst, crying, pain, heartbreak, Noah being an idiot

Words count : 1430

All Pure Fiction!!!!!

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They say that the feeling of falling in love is one of the best feelings to have. I knew this when I fell in love with Noah; I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were lifting me up. What you never expect is for that feeling to change or to fade away completely. I knew Noah was busy with his new album, dedicating 99% of his time to it, and I never got upset or angry with him for that. Since he was a kid, it had always been his dream, and I wasn't going to take that away from him.

The problem started when he couldn't balance work and family anymore. I'd come home, and he’d be in his studio on a call with one of the guys, discussing the album. When I would call him to have dinner or even just to spend time with me, he always brought his laptop along, saying he was almost done and would turn it off soon. I always believed him. That never happened.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter when I heard the front door open; I knew it was Noah. There was the sound of keys, backpacks, and voices.

Wait.

Voices? Who would Noah bring home on a Wednesday at 9:00?

I recognized the voice; it was Jolly. I knew that Jolly was the one who helped him write songs the most, and that was probably why he was there. The footsteps got closer to the kitchen, and soon I saw Noah's brown eyes looking at me.

I looked at him and gave a weak smile, and he returned it, saying, “Oh hey ” as he came closer and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Hey, my love,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. I felt someone’s gaze on my back; I knew it was Jolly.

“Hey to you too, Jolly,” I said, a playful smile on my face. “Hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked as he approached. “I’m good, and you?” I felt Noah loosen his grip on me.

We continued talking about my day and about their new album.

We had already had dinner, and Jolly had just left. Now, I was on one end of the couch, and Noah was on the other. We hadn’t had a chance to talk alone yet, but I could feel something strange between us.

His silence was killing me. It wasn’t new, though; I had felt the need to ask him what was happening between us for a while now. I didn’t have the courage, and I didn’t know if it was a lack of courage or fear of knowing the answer. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Noah get up from the couch; he was heading to our bedroom.

“Are you going to stay there?” he asked, not looking at me, then hesitated for a second and I don’t what happened, my mouth let slip the question I had been avoiding.

“Do you want a divorce?” The words finally came out.

I felt him stop what he was doing and turn to face me; confusion was evident in his eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I couldn’t look at him.

“No, I want you to look me in the eyes and ask that question again.” He seemed offended by my question.

I felt furious. How could he be mad at me? After weeks of ignoring me and pretending our marriage didn’t exist?

I looked at him, feeling angry tears burning in my eyes.

“Do you want a divorce?” I almost spelled out each word.

“Why would you ask me that? Is that what you want?” He raised his voice.

He seemed to want to read my thoughts, to know whether I wanted the divorce or if I thought he was the problem. At that moment, I did think he was the issue, but Noah knew me better than anyone.

In our three years of marriage, no one had kept my secrets the way he had, no one understood me like he did, no one cared for me as he did.

“You know that’s the last thing I would want for our relationship.”

“Then why are you asking me this?”

I thought about inventing a lie, saying that maybe we just weren’t understanding each other or that things weren’t working out. But that was a lie. In the last few weeks, I cared more about our relationship than I did for myself. I had done everything I could to try to save what was left of us. Nothing helped.

“Maybe because you are making me feel like you want this”I let my feelings get the best of me.

“I tried to make this work, Noah. I really did, and now I feel like I'm the only one ‘loving’ in this relationship.”

“That’s not true; you know I love you.” His hesitation to respond made me doubt it.

“I don’t know, Noah. In the last few weeks, all I felt was that I was alone.” Tears threatened to fall.

“I’m here, always.” He seemed to believe his own words.

That wasn’t true; he wasn’t here. His body might have been, but my Noah wasn’t.

“No! You’re not here. You know that. All you’ve done in the last few weeks is spend hours on the phone with Jolly discussing the new album.” I was tired of trying to point out his mistakes.

“Yeah? That’s my job. You know I need to do this. I have people depending on me, my record label needs me to do this; the guys need me to do this.”

“And at what point did spending hours in the studio become more important than family?” I was staring at the floor now.

He seems angry and annoyed

“I can’t do that right now, and I won’t.” He turned his back and headed toward our bedroom, and soon after, the door slammed.

I felt a burning blade in my throat; my eyes were pleading for me to let my tears fall. And that’s what I did; I released all the emotions I had bottled up in the last few weeks. I needed this.

I felt disheartened seeing that he truly didn’t care about us, even a little.

I turned off the kitchen lights and went to the guest room; I wasn’t going to sleep next to Noah, not after he simply turned his back on me, leaving my question hanging.

I lay down and didn’t feel Noah’s familiar warmth beside me; it felt strange. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow again. How long would I endure this? Feeling alone and like I was the only one in the relationship.

Lost in my thoughts, I fell asleep.

I guess it was time to maybe make a bad decision, but I decided to think about that the next day.

The next morning, I felt rays of sunshine on my face. I reached for the pillow beside me, trying to feel Noah. When I felt the cold bed, my eyes opened, and I turned towards my hand. I wasn’t in our bedroom, and Noah wasn’t with me.

I went down to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

“Maybe we should take the day off , separately. I’m not breaking up with you; I just think I need to figure out what I want. I’m gonna be home after 10:00. Love you forever.

Noah.

Wow, he really left. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash and headed to our bedroom. The bed was made and his side of the closet was open. A mess into the closet.

I looked at our photo on the dresser. I took it down. Maybe this was the end for us.

I felt determined not to wait for Noah to decide what he wanted to do with his life. I needed to make my own life.

I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and started throwing my clothes inside, packing everything I needed. I looked at the photo I had put down, thinking about putting it in the suitcase. But no. I needed to move on. With Noah or without Noah.

After I packed everything I needed, I headed to my car, putting my suitcase in. I looked at the house that once brought us so much happiness , and I felt sad. Knowing that maybe our marriage had ended this way.

It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I told myself, trying to convince myself that I would be okay.

Noah made his bad decision, and now he would have to live with it. But it wouldn’t affect my choice.

Be careful with your bad decisions.

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Heyyyy, just an idea that come into my mind and i just wrote it

Maybe a part 2????? lmk if u want :)

Thank You

Blair 👾

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iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning · 8 months ago

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Fic Recs

Please note all fics listed are RPF, and most of them are 18+ so do not interact if you are a minor.

I’ve seen some people making fic recs and wanted to make my own and wanted to share all of my favorites because they’re all truly stunning. I’m also obviously going to continue adding to them as more works are put out so this will be ongoing.

And just forewarning you, I read an unreasonable amount of smut so these recs are probably at least 70% smut related (fear not though, I put a warning key on each page so you can see what’s what).

Noah Sebastian Part 2

Nick Folio

Nicholas Ruffilo

Jolly Karlsson

Matt Dierkes

Misc.

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ladyveronikawrites · 1 year ago

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these boys😭😭😭😭

Dramamine—Part 9

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

CW: a little bit of angst and self-doubt, a little bit of backstory, self-serving pretty flowery apologies, and i made the boys kiss again

*Content warnings are updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.7K

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

He’s about ready to own up to it when Autumn walks in, admit what he’s done and face the consequences. He’s pissed her off before and survived — he doesn’t doubt he can do it again.

She sidles up beside him at the register and he’s going to tell on himself when she says something that makes his eyes widen. “Nick texted you?”

His mind reels, wondering how she knows. When he glances over, he’s expecting anger in her expression, or at the very least annoyance. Instead he finds her smiling at him, expression soft.

“How did you know?” he inquires, wracking his brain for an explanation but coming up with nothing. His stomach turns when he envisions Autumn pounding on the door of Nick’s house, or barging into the bar, berating a stranger for something that shouldn’t be her problem. Autumn, as always, coming to his rescue when he can’t do it himself.

He feels sick.

“Do you remember my friend Jasmine?” Autumn offers, and there’s a beat when he questions the relevance of the question. He remembers her vaguely — she and Autumn were friends while Noah was living in Baltimore, a coworker from the university. They’d met once, when Noah came home for the weekend, but he didn’t stick around. It just didn’t feel like home anymore. He was happy that she had someone like Jasmine to fill the void he’d left when he vanished.

He distantly wonders why they don’t see each other anymore before his heart drops, remembering what happened to her. He sees her face, his mind traveling to the photo on the end table in Nick’s living room. Her pretty dark hair, her kind smile.

He doesn’t know how he didn’t connect it, and he feels painfully foolish. Not knowing what else to say, he nods.

“He’s a good guy, Noah,” Autumn utters, a sigh on the edge of her voice as if she hates to admit it. He knows that she’s right, and just recently he would have done anything for her to think so, but right now it makes him feel like he’s out of people on his side. He still needs her on his side. “He’s been through a hell of a lot, but he wants to fix this.”

He imagines how the conversation might go tonight. His mind conjures the image of an apology, at Autumn’s instruction, but yet another letdown. It isn’t the first time someone hasn’t wanted him, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. Already, he’s itching to disappear again. Asheville might be nice this time.

It already took everything in him to come back here. It took even more out of him to open his heart again, and he really thought he’d picked the right one this time — it felt right, didn’t it?

His mind shifts suddenly back to the last time something felt right, the overwhelming joy he’d felt, and rapidly to the look on Aiden’s face when Noah had the nerve to ask if he wanted to get married, to the bellowing laughter and the pity painted across his face that read oh, you poor thing. When he got home from work the next day, half of the apartment was emptied out. He didn’t see him again, but every inch of Richmond stunk of the 3 years of memories they made together.

He knows what it’s like to want to disappear. He knows how hard it is to come back. It isn’t the same, but he knows how it feels for your life to stop dead in its tracks.

It’s a little past 8 already, anxiety bubbling up in his gut as he’s pacing back and forth across his living room. There’s a part of him hoping that Nick doesn’t show, leaving Noah to fill in the blanks on his own, fizzling out slowly and painfully but without a direct and detailed hit to his ego.

Autumn and the guys have gone out to give them privacy, and the thought of being left alone for even a moment after Nick shatters him all over again makes his chest ache. He doesn’t want them to be here to watch it happen, but he still wishes they’d stayed. He can’t be by himself.

His spiral is interrupted by three knocks in quick succession.

He’s nauseated, shaking with nerves, but he can’t deny that he misses Nick. He misses his face, his voice, the way his lips spread into a smile seemingly against his will. At least he’ll get to see him one last time before he disappears from Noah’s life for good, another black mark on his romantic history.

When he swings the door open with shaking hands, he finds himself unprepared for what he sees on the other side. Nick, looking more timid than Noah’s ever seen him, with a hastily put together bouquet of flowers and the most hopeful expression in his eyes.

It’s not at all what he expected.

“I’m sorry I’m a little late, I—” Nick starts, unsteady on his feet and jittery. Noah won’t let himself get his hopes up, but the urge to reach out and touch him is almost unbearable. This was a terrible idea. “I didn’t ask Aut what flowers you like, so…I hope you like hydrangeas.”

He envisions Nick at the shop, agonizing over which flowers to choose to let Noah down easy. He imagines him speaking with a kind stranger who passes by behind him, asking for advice, hurriedly placing together blue hydrangeas, baby’s breath, eucalyptus leaves, and hoping for the best as he rushes out. It’s a lot of effort to put into a heartbreak.

And Noah does love hydrangeas. An awfully pretty flower to sit in a vase on his coffee table to taunt him as he agonizes through his loss.

He guides Nick inside and tries not to let his mind drift backwards to their last encounter on this couch. It’s a struggle every time he’s in this room, not letting himself relive every moment, the floating feeling to the sinking, empty nothing.

They should have done this somewhere else. He’s not looking forward to adding another painful memory to the living room’s history, especially if he wants to stick around after this one.

Each second Nick spends fiddling with his hands instead of making eye contact and getting on with it drags. The bouquet sits sadly on the coffee table and he wonders if he should busy himself with putting them in a vase with water, a distraction from the impending whatever, but he doesn’t want to waste the water. He should probably throw them out.

“You can rip the band-aid off, Nick,” Noah starts, and he isn’t expecting the surprised and hurt expression that casts itself across Nick’s face. His eyes get so sad, concern obvious, and it’s only then that Noah wonders if this might be a different kind of visit altogether. Even through the overwhelming feeling of dread, he feels awfully soft for him. “It’s okay, Nicky, I’m listening.”

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t want you, or that you weren’t making me happy,” Nick starts, and Noah feels as the weight begins to lift off his shoulders, as the tightness in his chest loosens. Nick takes a few deep breaths, a sort of shaky breathing that Noah recognizes. He doesn’t want to let himself have hope, but he watches as the nerves he recognizes in Nick take a different shape than he’d expected. “I haven’t been that happy in a long time, Noah, and I didn’t think it was something that I deserved. It scared the shit out of me.”

It’s against Noah’s own will when the tears start falling. There’s a tiny but clawing part of him that still thinks this is bad—that these flowery, pretty apologies are just an elaborate setup for a letdown that makes Nick look good at the end of it all. When Nick reaches out to place a shaky hand hesitantly on Noah’s knee, still speaking but Noah can’t make out a single thing through all the whooshing in his ears, Noah feels hope for the first time. He forces himself to focus.

“I’m sorry, I’m listening,” Noah says, and the smile Noah loves shows itself for the first time this visit—a wide grin spreading across Nick’s face although his nerves are still so blatant. Nick reaches out to touch Noah’s face, and he almost wants to shy away but doesn’t. He lets Nick trace a thumb over his cheek, wipe away his tears, just in case this is the last time he can have this.

“I know I still have a lot to do to make it up to you, but you deserve to be really happy, and I want to be the one to make you happy,” Nick says, and there’s such sincerity in his tone that it’s unmistakable. There are tear tracks down his cheeks, too, and Noah knows he means it. “If you’ll let me give it a try. I may not be any good.”

It’s something they’ll have to talk about further. They’ll have to spend a lot of time working through it, and Noah will have to give him a lot of shit, but his focus narrows in on one thing. And that’s having him.

He scoots himself closer to Nick, watches him relax as Noah places a hand on his cheek.

“I would never ask you to unlove her,” Noah says, to which Nick is quick to nod. “Just talk to me. Make a little room for me.”

“I promise I will,” Nick responds, placing a hand over Noah’s on his cheek and the poor thing is still shaking. Noah hasn’t felt so steady in a long time.

He pours his heart into the kiss they share, finding himself praying that they can keep this. That for once, he can get what he wants. He feels that hope grow just that little bit bigger when Nick’s lips move to his cheek, a sigh of relief pressed into the skin of Noah’s face.

“No boy has ever bought me flowers before,” Noah whispers, feeling Nick’s grin spread once more, pulling Noah ever closer.

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flowery-mess · 1 year ago

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That face, that look... that's doing things to me.

Credits: powerschlumpfi on tiktok✨

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sorrowsofsilence · 6 months ago

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the bet 3 • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 11.3k • masterlist

warnings: 18+, polyandrous relationship (so yes, there is some angst and discourse with navigating the challenges of a shifting relationship), threesome, foursome, voyeurism, double penetration- pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!masturbating, male!receiving, fem!receiving, creampies, "sloppy seconds" (oops), swearing, nicknames: princess, pretty girl, good girl), jealousy,

summary: It wasn't really just a game after all, was it?

note: buckle up as there will be a part 4 due to how long this ended up being lol I’m sorry - also it’s 4am and not proof read I’m sorry

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Turning, you blinked at the clock on the nightstand, its digital numbers glaring back at you.

10:45 AM.

Your heart sank, realizing you all overslept and missed the bus's scheduled departure time.

"Guys," you mumbled, voice hoarse as you tried to sit up. Peeling yourself from the swede beside you, you frantically yelled, "We’re late. We’re so late."

Jolly groaned beside you, pulling you back down against his chest.

"Five more minutes," he muttered, nuzzling his face into your back.

"No," you insisted, wriggling free despite not wanting to, "It’s almost eleven- the bus was supposed to leave an hour ago.”

Ruffilo sat up from beside you abruptly, eyes wide with panic.

"What?" He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, cursing when he saw the time. "Damn it."

Folio muttered something incoherent, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to wake up from the cot on the floor. Matt frowned over at you from the bed beside yours, though his sleep-tussled hair marred the effect.

Noah already began to dress rapidly as you offered an apologetic look to Jolly who sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“We have an eight-hour drive. We’ll make the show but we’re probably fucked for soundcheck,” Matt mumbled, pulling on his jeans.

Ruffilo scrolled through his phone, and you peered over, noticing the array of missed call notifications and texts. “Shit, Bryan’s been texting for hours.”

Matt pulled his shirt back over his body, searching the floor for his baseball cap. Placing the fabric over his head he tossed you a wink, before putting his phone to his ear. “No regrets though, right?”

"No regrets," Ruffilo confirmed, the edges of his mouth tugging into a slight smile as he pulled himself out of the sheets, picking up a shirt.

"Speak for yourself," Jolly muttered. He remained lying down, arm slung over his eyes. But the small grin that played at his lips spoke more truth than his words.

The room was suddenly filled with hurried activity and idle chatter as the boys launched themselves into action - Matt taking control of the situation and letting Bryan know everyone would be there shortly, while Ruffilo, Folio and Noah packed their bags quickly.

Through it all, Jolly lay still, his gaze focused entirely on you, fingers threaded through yours.

“You’re worth it," he declared softly. His tone smothered any potential doubt regarding last night.

"Come on," he said after a moment, finally rousing himself. He moved with careful deliberation as he started to collect his clothing from around the room.

You pushed yourself off the bed and hurried to pack your things. Searching for your hoodie, you sighed in frustration when you couldn’t find it before a hand reached out to yours.

Nicholas smiled warmly at you, holding out his own sweater. With a nod of his head, he motioned for you to raise your arms, allowing him to pull the fabric over your head and down your body, engulfing you.

“Thanks,” You smiled shyly, mind flickering to images of him devouring your body hours prior.

He beamed as he placed the hood over your head, gently holding onto your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

As he stepped away, you couldn't help but notice the lingering glances from both Noah and Folio. But these looks were not filled with animosity; instead, they seemed to hold a gentle challenge within them. Who could make you smile wider? Whose touch made your heart skip a beat?

It almost seemed like an unspoken agreement between them that you were cherished by all but possessed by none.

Yet, despite this understanding, a twinge of envy still crept into Noah's chest.

The brunette came up behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders, smoothing out the fabric of Ruffilo’s hood against your back, "You're quite remarkable, aren't you?"

Your face warmed at his words, spine-tingling as Noah’s hand roamed down your back, and Ruffilo’s soft breath brushed your face.

“C’mon guys, we gotta go,” Matt said, eyeing the three of you briefly before opening the door.

Matt led you all out of the room and down the hallway, while Ruffilo and Folio followed closely behind, deep in conversation. You glanced briefly at one of the workers, who raised a curious yet accusatory brow toward the group leaving the hotel room.

As you moved through the lobby, Noah's arm slithered around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. He pressed a hasty kiss into your hair before diverting his attention towards Bryan, who had been pacing by the entrance, phone clutched tightly in his hand.

“Sorry we’re late,” Matt said as he approached Bryan, “We overslept.”

“Overslept?!” Bryan exclaimed incredulously, brandishing his phone like a wand, "I've been trying to reach you since six in the morning! The bus was scheduled to leave at nine! You’re the manager, Matt, how come I’m doing the managing?”

Matt held up his hands in surrender, visibly trying to keep things calm, "Sorry, Bry. Didn’t mean to stress you out. Nothing we can do about it now, so let’s just head to the bus."

Bryan drove everyone in the van back to last night's venue, and you quickly helped unload the bags onto the bus.

“I’ll stay in the van with Bryan,” Matt said, shifting on his feet as his thumbs jumped across his phone screen, likely texting the venue an update, “We won't have time for pit stops if we want to even make time for a brief soundcheck, so, prepare for eight hours of non-stop driving.”

Once Matt closed the bus door, you smiled at your boys, nerves suddenly radiating through your veins.

Eight hours. With a glance around the bus, you took a seat on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest. The bus started to move, smoothly looping itself onto the road.

Noah leaned over the armrest of the seat across you, smiling that charming grin of his. Jolly was already fishing for a bottle of water in the cooler. Ruffilo swiped through pages on his phone once more, while Folio had his head bobbing lightly to the music spilling out from the speakers.

It wasn’t an awkward silence, but unspoken words and thoughts lingered.

“You okay?” asked Noah, keeping his eyes on you as if trying to read you like an open book. His nearness made your body shiver in response, images of last night flashing back into your mind.

"I'm perfectly fine," came your reply.

There was a soft grunt from Jolly’s corner, causing the group to glance at him.

He commented without looking up from his water bottle, “I think we have some things to talk about.”

“Such as?” You asked, knowing what he was going to say- yet prompting him anyway.

“Us,” he shrugged now, eyes darting between each of the boys before landing on you, “What happens now?”

There was a loaded silence that wrapped the room, each one of them mulling over their thoughts. Noah shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding your gaze. Ruffilo stared blankly at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen while Folio gently tapped his fingers to the beat of the music from the speakers, his gaze distant.

“I mean,” Ruffilo started, his voice cutting through the dense quietness like a knife. “We all agreed that this wouldn’t change anything between us.”

As if on cue, all eyes fell on you. The weight of their gazes made your heart pound, face burning.

“But did it?” Jolly pressed on, his gaze steady. His question hung heavily between you.

You remained non-committal, much to everyone's growing frustration. But then again, you had been so calm throughout this ordeal, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred among you and the boys.

The bet was just for fun, right? Surely, this was nothing more than a week of lust and desire… right?

You chewed on your cheek in thought, unsure now.

"Well, did it?" Folio echoed his words barely in a whisper. His eyes shimmered with a mix of emotions, the teasing glint now replaced with uncertainty.

Silence fell upon them once more, awaiting your response.

You knew there was more to this than sex, and your heart pounded as the words fell from your mouth. "It's not that our dynamics have changed... but my feelings have."

The confession hung in the air as a new round of quiet sank into the confined space. It was filled with the hum of the bus engine and the low notes of a forgotten song playing softly from the speakers.

All eyes bore into you; curiosity, surprise, and in some, what seemed like relief reflected at you. You met each gaze in turn, holding your breath against the immensity of your declaration.

"Feelings? Toward all of us?" Ruffilo asked cautiously. His brows furrowed slightly as he studied your face for any inkling of insincerity.

You nodded, biting your lower lip nervously as you tried to gauge their reactions.

"Last night wasn't just... physical." You cleared your throat slightly, catching their almost intense attention. "I mean, it was and it wasn't."

"Makes sense," Folio said. He shrugged a little under their stares. "I mean... feelings can catch you off-guard. It's not like you can control them. Especially in... unusual circumstances."

"Unusual? That's one way to put it," joked Jolly, trying to lighten the mood. A chuckle echoed through the bus from Noah, but the mirth quickly faded.

"I think what we really need to figure out is what you want to happen now," Noah said, leaning forward in his seat to look at you, hands lazily folded on his lap. His eyes flicked away from yours for a moment as if he was afraid to press further.

"To happen now?" You mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Unease stirred within you as you tried to summon words that wouldn't disrupt the equilibrium further.

"The question is more like... do you want us?” Jolly added softly, eyes never leaving yours, "All of us? Not only for sex, but more than that.”

Noah's voice was barely louder than an exhale; "Is that what you want?"

Your throat tightened as you filtered through the right words to say- emotions stripped bare before the boys whom you had known for years.

"Yes," you found yourself saying, gaze pinned to Noah's warm eyes, "But that doesn't mean everything just... falls into place."

"Do we take turns being your boyfriend?" Jolly asked after a beat, humour flicking through his eyes as he waited for you to react.

You scoffed playfully and rolled your own, "I don't know how it will work, Jolly."

"Neither do we,” Folio admitted, a stark rare seriousness replacing his usual aloof demeanour, “But we all want you. Last night, and the bet, was proof of that.”

"But we're willing to find a way if that's what you want," Noah chimed in, his voice gentle as he held your gaze with a hint of vulnerability.

You swallowed, the implications of what they were saying starting to sink in. Still, you found the courage to reply, "I think I'd like that.”

"What about Matt?" Ruffilo asked, looking up from his phone again to glance at you.

Your brow furrowed, "What about him?"

"He has feelings for you,” Ruffilo continued, meeting your gaze. “You know that."

“I do," you nodded, remembering the words spoken in confidence. "And I care about him. But right here, right now... it's not Matt I need an answer from." You scanned their faces one by one.

A silence stretched between you, and then, as though orchestrated, they each nodded in turn. Noah cleared his throat and played with the hem of his shirt.

“Alright," he said finally, voice steady but eyes fluttering with an array of emotions, "If that's what... if this what we’re all okay with... then we should go for it.”

This time, the silence that ensued wasn’t uncomfortable or tense. It was reflective, filled with a calm understanding and acceptance.

“Yeah,” Jolly agreed, chuckling as he tossed his water bottle from one hand to the other, “But let’s not get carried away. This needs... rules?”

“Yes, agreed,” Folio added in quickly at Jolly's suggestion. He could already see tension lines forming on Ruffilo's forehead.

“I think it’s fair to say the ground rule is honesty," he continued after a beat, "With each other and with oneself."

You nodded at his words.

“And respect," Ruffilo interjected abruptly, his voice a firm echo of conviction, "Respect for boundaries." He wasn't looking at his phone now. His eyes were on you, steady and unyielding.

“No one’s forcing anyone into anything," Noah added quietly. He glanced down at his hands briefly before meeting your gaze once more, "We're all here because we want to be."

"Time," Jolly said, "Each of us gets equal time." His tone was light, but the unexpected depth in his gaze told you he was serious about it.

"Like dates? Hangouts?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Jolly shrugged, "Something like that. Just to ensure no one feels left out. We can make a schedule."

There was another round of nodding from everyone, accompanied by gestures of agreement. Noah gave a thumbs-up sign, Folio hummed appreciatively from his corner, and Ruffilo nodded slowly.

"Okay," you agreed with a small smile, a blush creeping into your cheeks colourfully.

This was really happening, and it might be terrifyingly unknown, but you were excited, too.

A moment later, Noah's phone chirped with an incoming message.

He glanced at it, expression unreadable, before passing it around without a word. The message was from Matt, the subject line reading "Guys, we need to talk."

“What’s he want to talk about?" Ruffilo wondered aloud, frowning as he reread Matt’s message.

Folio bit on his lower lip, "I guarantee it’s about what we are talking about right now."

Jolly glanced down at his phone again before looking at you, "Should we tell him? About... all this? Offer him a spot if you’re willing to have one more?"

You considered this for a few heartbeats, "I guess we have to," you said finally, "unless we start hair-pulling for timeslots in front of him and he figures it out himself."

The comment earned chuckles from across the bus, the tension easing somewhat at your joking tone.

“Dibs on being first then," Folio chimed in, grinning. “You know, to avoid hair-pulling."

“Noted,” Noah played along, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he tried to suppress his smile. “It’s all about fairness.”

At that moment, somehow amongst all the complexities and apprehension of what was to come, a bubble of joy swelled within you, buoyed by their good-natured bickering and warm camaraderie. It was a strange feeling - being loved by not just one person, but four... It was intoxicating and overwhelming in equal measure.

"Okay," Jolly declared, "we’ll tell Matt when we get to the venue… he’s gonna want in.”

Make that five.

Noah spoke up again. “And what about jealousy?”

“Jealousy,” Jolly repeated, chewing on the word as if tasting it for the first time. There was an edge to his expression as he played with the water bottle between his hands, followed by a shrug, "Well, we are all human, aren’t we?"

Ruffilo let out a dry chuckle at that, then sighed, "I think it's unavoidable."

Folio nodded, "Yes, but what we can avoid is letting jealousy ruin everything.”

“And how do we do that?” Ruffilo's voice hitched higher as he rested his cheek on his palm.

“By talking it out,” Noah placed his hand on your knee, "Being honest about our feelings. If we're starting to feel...you know...possessive or if something's on your mind, say it."

Folio huffed, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against his seat, stretching his legs out. “Yeah, that’ll be fun. So, who do you think will end up in a jealous rage first?”

You shot him a mock glare. “I’m going to personally ensure it’s you.”

The drummer leaned over to flick your forehead, to which you rolled your eyes and pushed his arm away teasingly.

Ruffilo sighed, "We don't have a rule book for this. We just need to...think before we act or say anything. If something doesn't feel right or if someone isn't comfortable, we need to respect that and discuss it. I mean, that's what relationships are about, right?”

You nodded along, listening intently before chewing on your bottom lip and staring at the ground.

“Use your words, beautiful. What’s up?” Ruffilo reached over, holding onto your thigh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity up your leg, causing your stomach to churn.

“So...what if… what if you don’t want me… anymore? What if you find someone else?”

The bus fell into silence, the weight of your words hanging in the cool air.

After a long pause, Noah spoke up, his voice steady and comforting. “First off, stop assuming the worst. Second..." He paused to gather his thoughts before continuing. "We're all here because of you. You drive us insane, Y/N. The fact we are even considering this relationship is only because we all want you."

“But what if…” You started, but Ruffilo interrupted.

“What if we turn into aliens? What if I grow a third eye?” He shrugged with a smirk playing on his lips, earning chuckles from Jolly and Folio. “What ifs can drive you crazy, princess.”

“Hey!” You swatted at him lightly, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

Jolly chimed in next, leaning closer to you. "Look... this whole thing is new to us, too. It's uncharted territory for everyone here." He gestured towards your companions, "And it comes with its risks and uncertainties."

The vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten.

Noah’s finger gently guided your chin to turn to him, his face inches from yours, “Each of us is committed to you-and only you-from now on. It’s us and you.”

“Look," Ruffilo interjected, his voice breaking through the weighty pause that had fallen over the bus. He shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair before he continued, “We all like you. We've known each other for what? Two years now? And there's just something about you..."

He trailed off indefinitely, leaving the silence to wordlessly weave itself into the fabric of your shared conversation.

“And what might that ‘something’ be?” Jolly burst out in his theatrical manner, falling against Ruffilo in exaggerated curiosity.

"It's not your cooking. You burn everything." That earned Jolly a smack on his arm from Noah and a sharp glare from you, while laughter echoed around the bus.

"No," Ruffilo quietly continued when the chuckling had subsided, "It's... you. It’s every little thing about you. It's the way you tilt your head when you're deep in thought. The way your eyes light up when you see someone in need and can finally help. The way..." his voice faltered slightly before he cleared his throat, "...the way you've found a place in our hearts. Fuck, its the way your mouth feels against mine and the feeling of your fingers running down my back.”

His words hung heavily in the air, “I- and the others, don’t want to even think about being with anybody else.”

Folio let out a strangled laugh, fighting bravely against his blush, "Well... Can't argue with that."

Your heart hitched at Ruffilo's raw honesty. His words conjured up an image of his grey, captivating eyes tracing your every movement, committing them to memory with a love so fierce it made your knees weak.

Jolly let out a snort full of amusement and suggestion, resting his arm over Ruffilo’s shoulders. “Did our dear Ruff just confess his undying love for our girl here?” he teased, nudging him playfully.

Ruffilo shot him an annoyed look but didn’t say anything.

“I feel the same,” You shared a smile, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “I want all of you, and no one else.”

A shared giggle erupted around the bus, light and airy and deceivingly innocent for such a bold revelation.

"Aww, guys," Folio began, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "are we having a moment right now? I feel like we're having a moment."

Jolly rolled his eyes dramatically, “Oh, definitely. We’re all getting sappy in our old age.”

“Old? You’re the oldest,” Ruffilo shot back, swatting Jolly lightly on the arm.

Noah chuckled as he looked from face to face at his friends, shaking his head with a grin before reaching to tickle your side, causing you to squeak with surprise, "Come on...we're all in this together," he added warmly.

“Well, I’m gonna take a nap,” Folio said, standing with a stretch, “As fun as last night was, I barely slept on that fucking cot.”

His statement was met with scattered nods and murmurs of agreement. He flashed you a grin before heading down the hall toward his bunk, Jolly and Ruffilo following suit.

“You should sleep too,” Noah suggested to you, his voice soft in the dim light filtering through the worn curtains of the bus. He moved to sit next to you on the couch now, subtly reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I will,” you promised, nestling against him as your body tingled. The bus hummed as it travelled further, everyone else slowly drifting into their dreams. But despite the fatigue that tugged at your eyelids, you stayed awake, your mind filled with thoughts brought forth by recent confessions.

"You know," he started, his voice barely more than a breath in the quiet, "you don't have to worry about anything. We're here. We're not going away."

You hummed, nodding as you closed your eyes, sucking in a breath.

"We...we do love you," Noah whispered against your ear, his words followed by the soft touch of his lips against the side of your neck, a sweet promise painted across your skin.

With those words settling over you like a warm blanket blanketing you in the hum of the bus, sleep finally beckoned. You drifted towards it, his breath against your skin anchoring you amidst a sea of emotions.

"Noah?" You whispered, your eyelashes fluttering against his shirt.

"Hmm?" His fingers traced gentle patterns over your back, making you feel even sleepier.

"I love you too," the words tumbled out softly.

A comfortable quiet ensued, and you could make out Noah's slow smile pressed against your temple as he held you close. It was a quiet moment shared between the two of you, amplified by the thrumming energy of the tucked-away confessions.

He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering back a response that was both warm and reassuringly subtle, "I know."

Your nap was short-lived as your eyes opened slowly, your body moving against the hand of the man beside you.

As you lay across Noah’s lap, you felt his fingers trace up your legs, dipping between your thighs as he gently grazed across the thin fabric of your leggings along your desire.

You froze, heart racing with excitement as he tested you further, slipping his fingers closer and closer.

"Noah..." you breathed out, his name barely louder than a sigh. A shiver ran down your spine, shooting a thrilling jolt to the pit of your stomach. He paused, one finger precariously close to where you needed him the most. His soft laughter vibrations spread from his chest into yours and he placed a reassuring kiss on your temple.

"Pardon me for taking liberties," he murmured, his fingers stilling their prodding explorations, "But I feel like we have moved past the formality."

You pushed back against his hand lightly in silent permission, while he exhaled a soft sigh of satisfaction against your skin.

His fingers started to move again, starting slow yet with expert exploration through the thin material until they reached the hem of your leggings. His touch withdrew for a moment as he looked down at you with an expectantly raised eyebrow.

Heavily lidded eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension awaited your response. You nodded, your eyes meeting his as your fingers moved to slip the material lower.

The brunette resumed moving his hand in tantalizing circles between your legs. He watched your face closely as he continued with patience, observing the subtle shifts in your expression, etching each detail into memory. He teased you, delicately brushing your covered skin.

Suddenly, the bus lurched as it veered onto an uneven stretch of road, causing Noah's touch to falter momentarily. His breath hitched alongside yours at the sudden movement.

"Shouldn't we... maybe find somewhere more private?" You suggested, only causing amusement to flicker in his eyes.

“That doesn’t matter anymore, baby. You’re ours now. And we are the only ones on the bus.”

Pushing past your underwear, he finally dipped his fingers between your folds, his breath hitching once he felt how wet you were. He chewed on his lower lip, biting back a smile as his thumb circled a slow path over the sensitive bud, every rotation drawing out a choked moan from your lips.

“Shh…” He soothed, holding onto the delicate peak until you were writhing against him, “We wouldn’t want to wake them, though, would you?”

"No," you murmured, though the sound came out more as a desperate whimper.

Noah's slow, teasing motions caused your breath to hitch in your throat as you continued, "No...they should sleep."

Yet, part of you hoped one of them would hear.

"That's a good girl," Noah cooed softly, smiling down at you before sinking his fingers into your body, eliciting another choked cry. He tugged your leggings just below your ass, giving him enough room to pump his fingers.

Gently rocking against his hand to afford yourself additional friction, he chuckled, brows furrowing in slight concentration as he adjusted his movements. The slick sound sent both of you into a lustful spiral.

His other hand roamed up to cup your face, thumb tracing gently across your bottom lip, "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips with his own.

The kiss was open-mouthed yet achingly tender. You could taste the memory of last night's orgy from his tongue and welcomed it, losing yourself entirely in the feeling of having him fill you in different ways.

Pulling back from the kiss, a soft gasp slipped from your throat as your thighs tightened around Noah's hand, gripping onto the reality of him coaxing another quick orgasm from you.

"Easy, I got you," Noah whispered, his voice soothing as he rode out the waves of your climax. His fingers never stilled, drawing the pleasure out until you were shivering and whimpering beneath him with the intensity.

Breathing heavily, you watched as he pulled his hand from your body, taking his fingers into his mouth.

“Fuck,” He moaned, relishing in the taste as his hips rocked beneath you, “I love the way you taste.”

His words coiled heat in your lower belly, intensifying the ache between your legs despite the orgasm you’d just had. His mouth returned to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Want you,” you told him in between pants and ragged breaths, fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans.

Noah led you between his legs, and you slid down onto the floor, knees bent with your exposed ass in the air, tugging at his zipper to reveal his arousal.

He groaned as you wrapped your fingers around him hastily, licking desperately from base to tip agonizingly slow.

"Noah," you murmured, repeating his name like a sacred chant. His fingers weaved through your hair as he reclined back against the seat, your thumb brushing over the wet tip of his swollen cock. His breath hitched, a tortured groan escaping his lips.

You were busy deciding your next move when Noah placed his hands on either side of your face.

"Look at me," he commanded gently, leaving you dripping between your thighs as you nodded.

Lifting your lashes, you found yourself locked in his gaze- his eyes even darker than when they were busy watching his fingers glide in and out of your pussy.

“God, I’ll never get used to how good you look on all fours,” Noah whispered huskily, a sense of pride flashing across his eyes.

Taking his cock back into your hand, you resumed stroking him once more.

He murmured another string of curses appreciatively, his thumb tracing your swollen lips with a light touch- something you noticed was his favourite.

Unconsciously, you parted your lips for him, allowing him to slide his thumb into the warmth of your mouth. His eyes hooded as you suckled it suggestively, a small groan escaping through his gritted teeth.

Gaining courage from his reactions, you freed your mouth from his thumb and planted a chaste kiss atop the tip of his arousal, before enveloping him with your mouth. A strangled grumble escaped from Noah’s lips as he watched you take him, eyes glowing with animalistic hunger, lips parted in a silent gasp.

Noah’s hand cradled the back of your head gently, "That's it..." He murmured beneath his breath, clearly struggling to keep his voice down. "Just like that."

The taste of him was intoxicating, driving you to take him deeper. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you had to fight the urge to grin around his length.

All too quickly, his voice started escalating, fragmented warnings cutting through the silence, urging you to slow down or pull away. But you wouldn’t. You needed him to come undone, to dissolve under your touch and surrender to that delicious pleasure only you could offer him.

You swallowed around him as best as you could, creating a tight suction that elicited a loud guttural groan from Noah's lips.

Just as you pulled off him with a trail of saliva dripping sensuously from your mouth, you heard a low cough come from the hallway.

Your hand stilled, and you glanced up at Noah, who only smirked at the man who slowly approached you from behind.

“Thanks for the show. But I’m tired of just watching.”

You shivered, turning to face the drummer who stood leaning against the wall, hand wrapped firmly around his own cock as he chewed on the inside of his cheek excitedly.

“You’re right, Noah. I do love watching our girl spread on all fours. Especially with her pretty pussy exposed for me as she takes care of you.”

Noah hummed, hand fingering your jaw again to place you back around him, "Then you should take care of her. It would be such a waste throwing away a sight like that."

You heard Folio shuffle behind you before feeling his hands rubbing up your exposed thighs, encircling the shape of your ass.

"Nick," you called his name softly, hot breath washing over Noah’s length, which in turn caused his grip on your hair to tighten.

Folio chuckled as he knelt behind you, his rough fingers tracing the wetness between your thighs. He spread your folds apart slowly, leaning forward to allow his tongue a sample of your arousal. The jolt of pleasure caused you to gasp and thrust forward, pressing Noah's erection further into your mouth.

The bus seemed to close in on you, the heat from Noah and Folio's bodies leaving you dizzy and clouded with need.

Each languid lick from Folio caused your body to tremble, each pass of his tongue leaving you pushing back onto his face with desperation.

"N-nick," you whimpered his name again while his hands took a firm grip on your hips, holding you steady.

"Noah," Folio murmured, pulling away from you momentarily, "I can't wait to see her take us both."

Noah’s groan of agreement had a slick rush pooling out of you onto Folio's waiting tongue.

The drummers relentless strokes drew another orgasm closer within your grasp, but only briefly until he pulled away, replacing his tongue with his cock teasing you entrance.

“How badly do you want us, beautiful?” Nick’s voice was faltering as he swirled his tip around your opening.

You whimpered, almost in complaint, as you tried to push back, craving for him to fill you.

“Tell us,” Noah’s commanding voice cut through your pleasure haze. You moaned around him in response.

“I-I want you,” you breathed out, replacing your mouth with your hand to stroke him as you begged. “Both of you.”

"Well then," Folio murmured against the sensitive skin of your back as he lifted your shirt, "Who are we to deny you?"

He didn't waste another second before he thrust into you- hard.

Folio's every thrust was met by your eager pushes, the sensation of being filled so fully driving you closer to the edge. You could hear his harsh pants, and felt his stomach tensing against your back every time he filled you all the way.

With one hand on your hip and the other on your desire, Folio skillfully circled your clit while Noah's cock thrust in and out of your mouth, time slipping along the lines of pleasure.

"Noah," Folio grunted, teeth grit as they scraped against the damp skin of your shoulder. "I'm not gonna last long. She's so fucking tight."

A strange mix of cockiness and raw desperation coloured Noah's voice as he responded, "Don't you fucking dare, not until I fill her mouth.”

Folio laughed, a dark, rugged sound that vibrated through your bones and increased the pace of his thrusts. Your body tightened around him as his fingers dug into your hipbone.

Your mind blanked at the overload of sensations, even as you struggled to breathe through Noah’s relentless rhythm against your tongue.

All at once, the sweet tension coiled in your abdomen, and you let yourself release.

"Noah...Nicky," you moaned their names as your vision blurred, wrapping your lips around the singer again.

"And there it is," Noah grunted. His hand gripped your hair tighter as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

The taste of him shattered your resolve as Folio's cock stretched you wide. In unison, as if orchestrated, Noah spilled into your mouth just as Folio filled your pussy with his cum.

Your orgasm was swift and intense, rendering you senseless. You swirled your tongue around the salty remnants of Noah, swallowing and collapsing forward onto your hands and knees.

Your body felt spent, yet ridiculously alive– every nerve ending tingling with satisfaction. If this was a taste of your future, then you were ravenous for it.

Folio wiped sweat from his brow and helped you up, only for you to flop against him, exhausted. He laughed lightly, cupping your cheek affectionately as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from your eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated soothingly through you.

“Mmhmm…” You hummed, too content and flushed to articulate any other response. Folio leaned forward, placing a gentle yet hungry kiss against your lips.

“Maybe we should keep track of all your orgasms,” He teased and chuckled again, licking his lips, "Google spreadsheet of times you've come."

Noah laughed while you snickered, locking his gaze on you while a blush tinted the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

“Come here,” the singer whispered, and you nodded, pulling your clothes back up and sitting next to him. Folio joined you on your other side, and you sat cradled between both boys.

“You think we broke her, Noah?” Folio teased, his voice a warm purr against your ear. His arm was draped over your lap, fingers interlocked with yours.

“Not broken... but you can try again later, if you want," you mumbled, curling further into Noah's side with a slanted smile.

Noah smoothed his hand through your hair, his heart fluttering when you sighed contentedly in response. His thumb began to draw lazy circles on your shoulder, a comforting rhythm that matched your steady, shallow breathing.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep," Folio warned playfully, grazing his teeth along your skin in need.

"Would never dream of it," you replied to Folio's warning. Tilting your head, you allowed him to press soft kisses along your jawline. He traced his lips down your throat, stopping just above the neckline of your shirt, leaving another searing kiss there that could easily leave a mark.

His eyes met yours, a silent question in them that had you blushing more than your previous activities did. You nodded, permitting him.

A wicked grin pulled at his lips as he pressed a kiss there, wet and heated, while nipping against you.

A hickey would certainly blossom there within the hour.

On your other side, Noah gave an approving hum. Watching you and Folio with half-lidded eyes, he followed suit, leaving another mark exactly on the opposite side of your neck.

Matt, although slightly jealous, was happy to join your… relationship.

After arriving at the venue and hastily setting up, you approached him with a blush on your cheeks and a nervousness that seemed almost alien to the usually confident you.

“I want to talk,” you’d said, pulling him aside and tenderly taking his hands. The way you fumbled over words and avoided his gaze had him worried.

But when you finally voiced out what was going on, the surprise in his eyes was evident... and instead of pushing you away or getting angry, he merely blinked at you, taken aback but not repulsed.

“If this is what you want, then I want it too, " he said softly, adjusting his cap before smiling warmly. "I want you, they want you, and you want us."

You nodded as he reached for your hand, leading it to his mouth as he kissed the top of your knuckles, "So... I guess it makes sense, right? This may have started as a bet, but clearly it's turned into more.”

Even as the first blush of embarrassed desire rose in your cheeks, Matt leaned in. He whispered against your lips, his voice low and rough, "Besides, it’s not like I've never shared you before." His cheeks flushed pink at the memory, but he quickly cleared his throat.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” you murmured against his lips. He smirked at that, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between the two of you.

“Only for you,” he shot back, effortlessly charming as ever. The smugness in his voice made the tips of your ears burn- but it sparked an excitement in your belly that was impossible to ignore. "I'd not be down for this in any other circumstance. But you're too important to me."

You smiled, sighing with relief momentarily. Matt gave you another quick squeeze before turning his attention back to the scene around you.

“Ready for our brief soundcheck, rock gods?” he practically yelled across the green room, causing all the boys to groan in protest.

"We wouldn't be much of a band without it, would we?" Folio refuted, grinning as he grabbed the cymbal bag.

Jolly rolled his eyes and stood up, slinging his guitar over his shoulder while giving you a wink that made your heart flutter, "Yea well, don't expect me to save your ass if you miss a beat, Folio."

Ruffilo scoffed from where he was tuning his bass, "Both of you talk big for a couple of amateurs."

"Wow, boys, keep your egos in check or we won't all be able to fit in the room," you intervened with an amused chuckle.

“Messiah has spoken,” Matt announced dramatically, raising his hands as he walked toward the door.

Grinning, Ruffilo plucked a playful tune on his bass, echoing through the room.

Noah, on the other hand, couldn't resist teasing you, "Oh yeah? We've got to keep our egos in check?" He chuckled, leaning across the couch.

He reached out and lightly tapped your nose with one finger, "What about you, huh? Didn't you persuade five men to join a relationship evolving around you?"

You swatted his hand away playfully, heart racing at his words.

"I persuaded? Who do you think started all of this?" You scoffed, attempting to dodge his tease, pushing his arm slightly, "I think someone whose name starts with N, and ends with 'oah."

"Hmmm, Bullshit," Noah contradicted, grinning, "Not my fault you just had to roll up being all... you."

"Not my fault you all couldn't keep it in your pants," you replied, sucking on your teeth.

An all too familiar heat rose in your stomach when Matt interjected, "That's our girl."

You gave him a wink, causing his face to warm as he stuck his radio in his pocket. “Alright, we’ve got a show to do and we better fucking practice with the time we got. Let's go, nerds.”

“Right,” Jolly said, pulling away from you and striding towards the stage.

“Lead on, rock star,” you replied with an encouraging smile.

After the brief soundcheck, you and the boys headed back to the greenroom for a quick break.

“You were literally off beat, bro,” Noah sighed, clearly annoyed. Folio glared in response, nudging his shoulder.

“I literally couldn’t hear shit with my earpiece. I think it's broken, so not my fault.”

Matt's brows furrowed, "Shit. I'll check it out," he offered, but Noah shook his head.

“Nah, it’s alright, Folio and I will figure it out. I need to make sure this shit works so I’ll text you when we gotta be backstage. C’mon, Nick.” He nodded back towards the door, cueing Folio to follow as he grabbed the earpieces from him.

Meanwhile, Jolly had surreptitiously sidled up to you, his fingers tracing circles on your arm as you entered the room.

Despite knowing them for years, this newfound attention was... new to say the least- and definitely something you weren't used to.

Thus, your heart constantly felt like it was about to explode, not used to jumping from member to member, physically.

"You doing good?" Jolly mused, his touch burning, and you couldn't help but fidget under his gaze.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you stammered, mustering up a weak smile, only for Ruffilo to interrupt. The bassist wrapped an arm around your shoulder and grinned at Jolly.

"Leave her alone, Casanova. Can't a girl get some peace?" Ruffilo chided with a good-natured wink directed at you.

"Is there even such a thing as peace with you five?" you retorted, nudging him. Your response was received with a chorus of laughter that echoed down the hallway.

“Highly unlikely, princess,” Ruffilo laughed.

Jolly pulled away briefly before approaching you with two bottles of water, pressing one into your hand before gesturing to a seat beside him with the other.

You graciously accepted both, sliding into the spot next to him and noticing how his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, causing your face to warm for the hundredth time in days.

“What?” You asked, eyes tracing his face, attempting to read his expression.

“You’re just so fucking mesmerizing,” he whispered, his gaze devouring you now.

"Oh, stop," you mumbled back, shifting on the couch to take a sip of your water.

Unable to hold his gaze, your eyes flickered downwards to the floor, feeling both flattered and flustered. His lingering words left you in a tantalizing mix of emotions.

“Come here,” He nodded, patting his lap.

You paused for a second, eyebrows raised in surprise, before complying with a silent shrug. As you settled onto his lap, Jolly’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him.

It took a moment to relax, but after a few breaths, you did- allowing yourself to relish in the moment and the attention.

“Comfortable?” He asked, his voice dropping to a low murmur as he leaned slightly back in the chair.

“Mmm…” was all you could manage in response as you snuggled against him.

His heart was thumping against your back, and you wondered if he could feel the racing pace of yours too.

You turned towards the direction where Ruffilo was shooting glances at Jolly from the corner of his eye- a slight pang of jealousy visible in his gaze, which he masked quickly when he noticed you looking at him.

Rather than ignoring it, you nodded at him, beckoning the brunette forward.

“Feeling left out, Ruffilo?”

He shot you a stunned look, but a teasing smile danced on his lips instead.

"Never," he declared despite the truth, rising from his spot on the floor. Suddenly, he pounced, tossing himself onto the couch beside Jolly, nudging your legs playfully in the process.

"Hey!" you protested with a laugh, trying to find a comfortable position amidst Ruffilo's sprawling limbs.

Jolly grinned down at you from above, enjoying your struggle. His arm tightened around your waist as if holding you in place, your back pressed flush against his chest.

“What? Sharing is caring,” Ruffilo teased, flashing you an impish grin.

The next words that left your lips spilled out faster than you could process them. “Why don’t you show me what sharing looks like then?”

Challenged, Ruffilo leaned forward, angling his body towards you. He shot a quick glance at Jolly before his lips brushed against your cheek in a lingering peck that made your heart flutter.

"Hm, like that?" Ruffilo asked slowly.

Your face flushed a deep crimson, and you ineptly cleared your throat.

"Yes. Exactly like that." You managed to say, trying to keep the fluttery feeling inside under control. It felt wrong to be playing this game in the room, where strangers could come in at any moment.

Jolly leaned down, placing a kiss on your opposite cheek, allowing his hands to roam the curve of your hips.

With a careful eye, you noticed Matt leaning against the wall, taking a swig of his water as he watched you intensely.

Without much thought, you squirmed out of his grasp and off Jolly's lap. Standing, you tiptoed ahead, chewing on your lower lip to hide your growing smirk.

"Liking the view, Matt?" You called out playfully when you were a foot away from him.

Matt choked on his water and shook his head in denial, "You're imagining things." He spluttered, shoving the bottle to his lips again.

"Oh right!" You gasped dramatically clutching at your heart. "How could I possibly think that, considering how much you enjoyed it last night," you carried on, wagging your index finger at him admonishingly.

He glanced down at you for a moment before raising an eyebrow at your mock rebuke. "You caught me." He deadpanned with a shrug.

"Always." You agreed quickly. As if prompted by some inner force, you stepped closer, so close that Matt had to bend his head down slightly to keep eye contact. His bottle suspended halfway between his lips and his grip on it growing looser, you reached up and yanked his hat off his head.

The water from his mouth gushed onto the carpet below, causing Matt to step back hurriedly, sputtering, "What the hell?"

You merely grinned at him, twirling his cap around your finger. Before he could snatch it back, you'd already made your way back to Jolly and Ruffilo on the couch. Planting yourself firmly between them, his hat resting atop your head like a crown, you smirked at Matt.

"Well, are you going to come get it?" you said slyly.

Matt growled in mock frustration, pointing at you with a stern look plastered on his face, “You’re so lucky we have a show tonight," he warned playfully.

“We have like 20 minutes,” Jolly interjected, placing a hand around your shoulder, the other tossing your hair behind your neck.

"Just enough time for some fun, then," came your bold response, tilting your head in challenge. You could practically see the cogs turning in Matt's brain as he worked out his next course of action.

Suddenly, he lunged towards you, but you were too quick and rolled off the couch just in time. You heard a loud thump and a burst of laughter behind you as Matt ended up on the couch where you'd just been sitting.

"Smooth," Ruffilo chuckled, patting Matt on the back while Jolly struggled to contain his laughter.

Pulling yourself up from the ground, you crossed your arms and smirked down at Matt who was now sprawled across both Ruffilo and Jolly like a big blanket. "Second try?"

Matt growled again- this time less playful and more serious– as he disentangled himself from the other two guys. He stood up, eyes never leaving the cap that was now in your hands. His gaze was intense, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine.

With a swift motion, Matt leaped toward you, but you dodged him again, quickly running across the room. You laughed, thinking he was far behind, until you turned around.

Two arms pinned you against the wall as his body caged yours.

"Gotcha," Matt whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. His hand moved swiftly, snagging the cap from your head and placing it backward upon his own. "Why do you gotta be such a brat?"

The sight of him holding you up the wall made your thighs clench tightly, his hat no longer an obstacle to the space between you.

Matt’s triumphant grin faltered as he read the fire in your eyes, the banter fading into silence replaced by the sound of your rapid breaths.

"Maybe I like it," you whispered, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Stop teasing me,” He mumbled, lidded eyes staring down at you with fueled desire as he dipped his face inches from yours, brushing his lips across them.

Before you could retort, his lips crashed onto you with an intensity that made your knees weak. His other hand cradled the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss.

"Clock's ticking," Jolly called from the couch. A smirk dancing on his lips, one that was mirrored by Ruffilo, “15 minutes now.”

“Then we better hurry up,” Matt said quickly, latching to your mouth again in swift desperation as he tugged your shirt. Immediately moaning into his lips, your back arched to press against his body.

A husky laugh rumbled from Matt's chest as he broke the kiss to nuzzle the side of your neck- hot breath tickling your skin as his hands raked down your sides in an attempt to pull you closer.

Peeling you from the wall, the two of you walked over towards the middle of the room, now infront of Jolly and Ruffilo on the couch. As Matt began trailing kisses down your neck you tossed a smug smile towards Jolly, who chuckled lowly.

“Care to join in?” you asked him, watching his eyes flicker with the same mischief he seemed to evoke in you. “Or are you too afraid I might end up stealing something of yours, too?”

Jolly chuckled, pushing himself off from the couch with a quick shake of his head. “Sweetheart, I’d like to see you try,” he said before stepping closer, taking place behind you.

As Matt’s lips trailed to the side of your neck, a gasp slipped past your lips when Jolly put a protective hand on your waist.

“Twelve minutes,” Matt warned, voice strained while maintaining eye contact with Jolly, who didn’t seem fazed one bit by his reminder.

“A talented man can accomplish much in only five minutes,” the Swede said with a nonchalant smile before he leaned down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue tracing the bottom of your lip.

You glanced quickly at Ruffilo, telling him to lock the room door as Matt's grip on your waist tightened.

“Take my clothes off,” You mumbled against Jolly, the whisper carrying an undertone of urgency. Quickly slipping his hands under your shirt, he tugged it gently over your head, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. Matt moved away momentarily to assist him, his warm fingers tracing the bare skin of your back as he unhooked your bra with practiced ease. Once again discarding the garment somewhere in the room, he moved closer, his chest flush against yours.

"Eleven," Ruffilo called out from the couch, his own hand tracing the outline of his growing arousal beneath his jeans.

Eager fingers skimmed the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down and tossing them amongst the floor.

Sandwiched between both of them, their mouths and tongues darting across your skin greedily while their hands roamed every inch of your curves. Both rotated their hips into your body with asynchronous movements, curating a string of moans as their growing arousal pressed against you.

"Ten," Ruffilo growled, his voice husky as he watched you with hooded eyes.

Jolly's hand trailed down your stomach until it converged with Matt's hand, that was already covering you. A gasp escaped your lips as they simultaneously began exploring you further, their fingers dipping lower over your exposed skin.

Jolly whispered against your ear, his hitched breath causing you to stir further back against him, rubbing along his covered erection, “You’re soaked.”

“Then do something about it,” You mumbled, staring at Matt, whose face flushed from the excitement.

"This is so wrong," Matt slipped his fingers into your core, eliciting a moan from your chest as Jolly circled your clit with his middle finger. "To do this in here. Minutes before first call."

"Nine," Ruffilo growled, and you watched as he freed himself from his pants, stroking as he watched you mercilessly pressed between his friends, your lovers.

Jolly nipped your neck lightly, drawing a gasp from your parted lips as Matt's fingers curled inside you.

"More," you whispered, arching your hips to meet the rhythm of their hands.

“Impatient today, are we?” Jolly murmured in your ear, but you felt him unzip his jeans along with Matt, both cocks pressed against your thigh, “Jump.”

Obliging, you allowed Jolly to lift you from behind, forearms holding you underneath the bend of your knee as he spread you open for Matt.

"Eight," Ruffilo called out with tight anticipation. You glanced over at him, noting the way he was pumping himself hastily. His eyes were fixed on you as Matt positioned himself between your legs, his arousal teasing your folds before pushing into your body.

Matt's moans were erotic as he relished in the feeling of your pussy wrapping around him with greed.

With you secure in Jolly's arms, each slow thrust of Matt's cock sent you into a whithering mess.

Jolly nodded at Matt, having him replace one of Jolly’s arms so they both held you in the air.

Sucking his fingers, Jolly then teased your ass with proading motions.

“Think you can show us what it takes to be a good girl and handle two cocks?”

You leaned your head back onto Jolly’s shoulder and blinked up at him, even as you gripped tighter to Matt- your breath hitched as you felt the cool slickness of the swedes fingers against your other entrance.

Jolly's grin was positively predatory, his eyes aflame with a need that mirrored your own. You nodded mutely, body arching on instinct as he began nudging at your tight hole with one slick digit.

“Only if you can make me cum before Nick gets down to 3,” You moaned, brows furrowed as Matt pounded into you.

"Seven," Ruffilo called out again from the couch, his voice hoarser. His tight grip on his arousal and the desperation threading in his gaze made you chew the inside of your cheek.

"Challenge accepted," Jolly said, pushing his slick cock against you from behind. His head tipped back against the stress of having to delay himself, and once he finally sunk into your ass your stomach butterflied with need.

Matt’s grip tightened around your thighs as you clenched around him due to the additional pressure. He moaned your name loudly, his teeth gritting in an attempt to hold back his orgasm.

“Fuck,” they both swore in unison as they watched each other disappear in and out of your body. Their shared rhythm faltered but quickly caught up again amidst groans of pleasure, their breaths hot and humid on your flushed skin. As they started following a synchronized pace, you couldn't tell where one ended and another began inside you.

"Six," Ruffilo rasped out.

"I'm- I'm fucking close already," you whimpered, your fingers slipping from the sweat-soaked hair at Matt's nape to grip onto Jolly's forearm. The shared stimulation was driving you towards release faster than you'd anticipated.

"Sh...Five," Ruffilo watched as Matt's jaw clenched, just as desperate to hold back as he was himself.

“Hold on, love,” Jolly growled in your ear, “Give us another moment. We need to cum with you.”

Matt punctuated his plea with a particularly forceful thrust that made you bounce in their hold, fingers involuntarily digging into their skin.

"Fuck!" Jolly swore, feeling the first clench of your impending orgasm.

"Four," Ruffilo was teetering on the edge, his hand working in time with Matt and Jolly’s vigorous pace.

Jolly accelerated his rhythm, the wet slapping sound of his skin against yours mingling with your frenzied cries of pleasure. Matt mirrored his movements, the two working as one to push you toward release.

"Three!” Ruffilo's barely held onto the last shred of control he had left, and his free hand gripped tightly onto the armrest of the couch.

Jolly held you tighter, teeth gritted as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. The angle allowed him to brush against that sensitive spot within you once more, eliciting a choked moan as pure bliss washed through you- allowing your body to let go.

“Fuck,” Matt spat as he took in the sight of your arched back, legs writhering and shaking against his hold as he kept them spread with Jolly.

Your next scream reverberated through the room, a raw and primal sound signalling your climax. Matt and Jolly barely had time to react before they were being squeezed tightly by your convulsing walls, the sensation pulling them over the edge; both spilling inside of you with mangled breaths.

"Shit," Jolly bit the side of your neck gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive hickey Folio left earlier.

"One," Ruffilo choked out, which caused you to stare at him hungrily.

“Wait Nicky-” you begged, allowing Jolly and Matt to lower you to the ground.

Ropes of their cum dripped between your thighs as you stood up shakily, but the sight of Ruffilo, so close to his own release, kept you rooted.

His eyes were wide with desperation and arousal as you inched closer to him; his focused gaze never once strayed from your sinful body getting closer.

"Z..Zero," he managed to breathe out just as you knelt before him, your lips inches from the tip of his cock. Without needing any further invitation, you opened your mouth towards his waiting desire.

"No..." Ruffilo swallowed hard, his voice a whisper among the heated gasps and pants of the room. His cock was throbbing, but he held himself back, "Sit on me."

Without any hesitation, you quickly stood and turned, sinking down onto his cock, core clenching when he immediedly filled your pussy right after Matt just had.

You rocked on his lap, relishing in the mixing of his cum with Matt's.

“H-How are you.. so fucking...perfect…” Ruffilo slurred out between gasping moans.

"That's all you.” Tilting your head back as he rolled his hips upward, a high-pitched whimper crawled from your throat.

The thought drove him wild, and he could only groan as he pistoned into you with vigour, mind clouded over with hot lust. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you down harder onto him every time he thrust up, despite already reaching his orgasm.

A knock on the door sounded and you heard the door knob jiggle; but nothing could pull you away from Ruffilo's cock, and him from you, as he thrust into your body from below.

“Ignore it,” Ruffilo rasped, fingers now delving deeper into your flesh, his cock hardening again, “Fuck the time.”

But the knock came again, this time louder; a worrisome addition to the symphony of pleasure echoing through the green room.

“Guys? Open the door,” You heard Noah yell from the other side, “I need Y/N’s help.”

"Ignore him," Ruffilo commanded, his thumb tracing over your shivering belly that was full of their mixed cum. His teeth grazed up your back. Matt and Jolly continued to watch as they dressed, chests heaving with desire.

But you glanced at the door, a pang of worry dancing in your chest…yet the persistent knocks and Noah’s voice only served to amplify the pleasure you were feeling. It was a sinful thrill- performing something so intimate-so intense, with three others, while another begged for entrance.

Ruffilo's hand traced over the curve of your hip bone and around your ass to where he thrust into you, squeezing when he caught you staring at the door.

"Forget Noah," he said with clenched teeth. His breath was hot against your damp skin, and you felt a tingling sensation crawl from your center again.

You shook your head in protest, ready to beg Matt to open the door- but with one final thrust all you saw was stars, your vision clouded from Ruffilo’s cock buried inside as another orgasm was pulled from you.

Ruffilo was not far after, his body freezing as his nails dug into your hips, spilling inside of you for the second time in minutes.

Both of you gasped in unison, panting heavily as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through your bodies. Ruffilo slowly loosened his grip on your hips, falling back against the couch as he held you close to his heaving chest.

"Noah...I swear," Ruffilo hissed between breaths, a low growl resonating in his throat as he sighed in annoyance, forehead resting against your shoulder.

"Open the damn door!" Noah shouted again, the desperation in his voice more apparent than before, knob rattling, “we need to be on the fucking stage!"

Jolly walked over and turned the knob, allowing Noah and Folio to enter; both froze when they saw you splayed on the couch, face flushed and body dripping.

Noah's brow furrowed immediately as he took in the sight before him, his gaze darting between your spent body and Ruffilo, who was still buried within you. Folio, however, simply raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest as he peaked behind the pissed off singer.

“Having fun, are we?” he asked sarcastically, shoulders tense when his chest began to rise and fall.

He was beyond angry now.

Ruffilo grumbled something under his breath, but otherwise made no move to untangle himself from you. You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks under their scrutiny, but all you managed to do was whimper, closing your eyes as aftershock rode through your veins.

However, once you pulled away from Ruffilo and finally stood up, you couldn’t help but feel shy under Noah and Folio’s intense gaze.

“Locking the door was not fucking cool,” Noah said, folding his arms as he slammed it shut.

Jolly laughed, shaking his head while he reached for some paper towel, “Well, what if Bryan came in? Or another crew member?”

He walked towards you, bending down to wipe the mess that ran from your legs, cleaning you up.

Folio shrugged, “Yeah, well, when we ask you to open the door, do it. Don’t leave us out. Especially when we need Y/N's help to figure out this fucking earpiece for the show we have in minutes.”

"Noah, Folio... Relax," Matt managed to say, gaining his breath back, “It's only first call. We have three for a reason- and the second isn't for another few minutes."

Jolly, still tending to you, pulled your shirt back over your head, "Seriously, guys. Have a bit of patience, will ya? We were in the middle of something."

“Fuck off Jolly,” Noah snarled, glaring at him with burning eyes, “This isn’t about patience.”

“What is it about then?” Ruffilo snapped back from the couch, "The fact that we are late? Or the fact you weren't involved?"

“I'm sorry?" Noah blinked rapidly, scoffing sharply, "It’s about fucking respect.” he shot back, leaving no room for argument in his tone.

Everyone fell silent as Noah's words echoed around the room.

Rule one of this relationship: respect.

A bitter taste filled the air as Noah's words echoed. He spoke out, pointing a firm finger toward Ruffilo, who began pulling his pants up, “We all agreed to this…thing because we’d respect each other. It's not just about getting our rocks off.”

Noah then turned his gaze to you, softening ever so slightly, "And when I call for you, I need you to answer. Business and relationship."

You said nothing, standing there with Jolly’s hand still wrapped around your waist, warm and protective.

"We are literally going on stage any minute," Noah continued after a heavy silence had filled the room again, "And Folio's earpiece is still fucked. We still have a job to do, and that job is not getting off minutes before the curtain.”

"It was me," You said quietly, "I started it. I teased them, even knowing we didn't have time. I should've stopped when I heard you call."

Noah sighed, “It’s not necessarily about the sex ok? Like yea, it happened, and I’d love to have joined-,” he muttered, looking away, “But to make this shit work, we need to listen to eachother. And you all ignored me. All of you. Not just Y/N."

"Fine, we fucked up." Matt finally conceded, crossing his arms. "Next time we'll remember to let you in, Noah."

"I can't believe we're having this discussion right now." Jolly interjected, pinching the bridge of his nose, "A literal stand-off because we didn't let Noah into the room."

"This isn't about the door," Ruffilo said, "It's about control."

"What?" Noah's brows knitted in confusion, taken aback, “what the fuck does that mean?”

"You want control over her-" Ruffilo gestured around, "over us."

"That's bullshit," Noah scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Don't twist this."

You pulled away from Jolly, your heart lerching forward anxiously, "Can you guys not think with your dicks for a second? That’s not what Noah is saying?"

"I- thank you!" He threw a hand out at you in agreement as he sucked in another breath, "I'm talking about boundaries. There are five of us here, all with the same level of responsibilities. And you guys decided to fuck before a show, and ignore everything else. For..."

He faltered, eyes locking with yours, "...for some pussy."

The silence that followed burned, his words feeling like a slap to your chest.

"Thats not- I didn't mean-" Noah stumbled, shame immediately flashing in his face.

You looked away, heart squeezing tight in shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I shouldn't have started anything before the show. That was...unprofessional."

A low, distorted voice echoed over the sound system: "Bad omens on stage in two. Meet backstage."

Nobody moved.

"We gotta go," Folio said, breaking the heavy silence.

Noah ran a hand down his face and nodded stiffly, his usually easy-going demeanour replaced with a hollow shell.

He turned to leave. "We'll talk about this later. Good luck tonight."

You felt a pang of regret that pinched your heart, a string of shame following as each member left the room.

Only Folio paused at the door, giving you an unreadable look that caused you to share a tight smile.

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sykesandskittles · 1 year ago

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“ZERO”

Warnings: warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, spanking, marking, implied dom!Noah, BOYFRIEND!noe <3, sir kink, pain kink (reader), reader is called ‘good girl’ and ‘baby’, brat tamer!noah, brat!reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, , thigh fucking, Noah spanks reader’s ass edging / orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), dry humping, fingering, Noah does eventually let reader cum <3

WC: 3.7k

Notes) Ngl, I wrote this at like 2am while listening to DAYSEEKER. That being said. Noah will give you whiplash (just like dayseekers songs) he goes from Mean Noah to tease Noah! Hope y’all enjoy 😉

Noah’s patience was about as thin as a strand of hair at this point. When he invited you to his company’s banquet dinner as his plus one, he was happy to have you on his arm all night. He always talked very highly of you at work, so it was only natural that he wanted to show you off to all his coworkers. He had taken you shopping for a new dress specifically for the occasion, and the both of you were looking forward to it. That was until you made your first mistake.

Now, you were a brat. Plain and simple. But the fun part about your relationship with Noah was that he didn’t mind it. He enjoyed the playfulness. He enjoyed the challenge. He enjoyed putting you in your place. What he didn’t enjoy, though, was the roles reversing. He was the one that did the teasing in your relationship, but usually only in situations that he found appropriate. And his company’s banquet dinner was not the appropriate situation for you to be teasing him.

Your boyfriend’s method of warnings for you was a countdown system, and he was generous with it, too. Three strikes? No. He started at five, telling you a number as a warning, and each time you acted up he went down until he reached zero. Then you were in for it.

When you two had arrived to the dinner, Noah was introducing you to the guys from his department. They complimented you abundantly, making your face warm from the attention. Noah’s eyes held sparkles in them, pride blooming in his chest. But when he pulled you into his side and your hand discreetly squeezed his ass, his smile faltered. His eyes connected with yours and then he was leaning in close to your ear. “Five,” he whispered.

Still, you persisted. Not even ten minutes later, you were finding your seats at a round table that held eight people. Noah was the only one at his table that had a plus one, so all of his (single) coworkers were sat around the table. One of them, named Nicholas, had seemed to take a particular liking to you despite Noah’s presence. He joked that the “princess should sit next to him” and you took him up on the offer, knowing very well that it would have your boyfriend fuming. This time you were fully expecting it when he roughly spoke into your ear, “Four.”

After that you had mellowed down, but not for too long. You had started complaining that your feet hurt from your heels. Noah assured you that it would only be about thirty more minutes until you two left. But you continued to pester him, practically begging him to bring you home earlier. Your fingers tugged at his coat pocket, trying to get his attention, but he was busy downing the rest of his champagne. When the flute hit the table top, his hand reached over to your lap and gripped your upper thigh. The action had your eyes locking with his, and he saw the flare of excitement in your orbs. He was already planning what he was going to do to you. “Three.”

Finally, once Noah decided it was time to go, he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. The ride home was quiet for the most part; you knew he was in a mood from your behavior at the banquet, and yet you still felt like pushing his buttons. You feigned an innocent look and set your fingers delicately on the bicep of his arm that rested on the center console.

“Noe, will you take a shower with me when we get home?”

He scoffed. That was it. That was all he gave you.

“Well?” your voice dripped with entitlement. With audacity. You watched his jaw tighten at your question. His knuckles grew pale as he gripped the gear shift harder.

“Two.”

You shut up after that. A wise decision. But you weren’t done yet. Not even close.

Once you were home, Noah did his usual night routine of checking the house. Checking the alarm system and the door locks. While he did that, you went to the bathroom to take off your clothes and start on your own night routine of self care. When he got to your bedroom, you were in only your undergarments, makeup still on your face. You were taking off your jewelry and putting it back into your jewelry box. He stopped in the doorway between your bathroom and bedroom, arms crossed over his chest as he simply watched you. Your eyes met his briefly, and his gaze sent a chill down your spine. Oh, you were definitely in for it.

“Had your fun tonight, didn’t you? Grabbing my ass in front of my friends? Acting like a whiny child?”

You shrugged, “Had to keep myself entertained somehow. No offense, babe, but your coworkers are kind of boring.”

He scoffed again, and once again, there was no humor behind it. He peeled off his coat, tossing it into the hamper beside the door. Then he loosened his tie, leaving it half-tied as he undid every button of his shirt. The two garments were pulled over his head and joined the coat. Then the silver of his belt buckle was clacking together as he unfastened it. The sound had you growing wet between your legs. The strap was swiftly yanked from the loops on his waist and sat, folded in half in his palm.

“Yeah? Need I remind you that you were so excited to go tonight that you had me take you dress shopping? Huh? You should be grateful.”

He had no idea how far you could go. How far you wanted to go. But it was far.

“I am. It will look really cute in my closet. Looks better on the floor though,” you smirked to yourself, knowing he was watching your every move, your every expression, in the mirror. You turned around to face him, and he walked closer to you.

“One.”

This was it. The moment where you decided your fate. It was the last thing you would be able to decide until he was done with you. Until he decided that you had enough. That you learned your lesson.

“Wanna keep talking? You should thank me for taking you out tonight. I could’ve left your sorry ass at home all alone,” he said, his hardened gaze never leaving your own, impish one.

“I probably would’ve been better off. At least then I could’ve gotten off by myself. I’ve wanted you to fuck me all night, and that clearly hasn’t happened.”

In a moment too quick to register, he had you caged against the bathroom counter. His hands held each end of his folded belt, the black leather strap digging into your back as he pressed you against him. You couldn’t escape if you wanted to, but let’s be honest, you didn’t want to. You had him right where you wanted him.

Well, he had you right where he wanted you.

“Zero,” his voice was scarily stern when he commanded you, “Get on the bed. Now.”

That’s how you ended up flat on your stomach, your cheek pressed into the sheets of your bed, his lingering cologne filling your nose. Thoughts were barely forming in your mind as he fucked into you ruggedly from behind. He had straddled the back of your thighs and fed his thick cock between your folds. He didn’t bother asking you how you wanted it like he normally did; he didn’t care. Whatever you wanted, you didn’t deserve it. It was all about him and what he wanted. And right now he just wanted to use you as his personal toy. He wanted to fuck you so good that he finally shut you up, and it seemed to be working so far.

The only words that were (barely) leaving your mouth as he drilled your hips into the mattress was moans of his name plus a few expletives. Though, he couldn’t really make out what you were saying because the sheets muffled you. He smirked as he slapped your ass cheek, and you responded with a whine.

“All bark and no fucking bite. You real quiet when you’ve got my dick in you. I should fuck you more often, then maybe you’ll finally act right,” he spoke breathlessly as he continued to thrust between your thighs with conviction, “But you would like that too much. And brats like you don’t get what you want.”

“Noe-“ you groaned, “Wanna-“

“Don’t,” he cut you off, “I don’t care what you want. And you better not cum until I tell you to.”

“Please,” you wailed, tears welling up in your desperate eyes. He rolled his eyes. He could feel you tightening around his cock, so your orgasm was only a minute or so from happening. He couldn’t have that.

He pulled out suddenly, causing you to protest and push your hips up for friction. His hands held your hips down firmly, and all you could do was squirm in his grip.

“Cut it out, or you won’t cum at all.”

You instantly fell still, sniffling innocently. He knew you too well, though, and saw right through your pathetic act.

He was growing even more impatient, his raging boner making him irritable. He decided you wouldn’t be cumming any time soon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. You made a startled noise when he pulled your hips up just enough for him to feed his tip through your thighs again. But that’s all he did. You were waiting to feel full again, but the sensation never came to fruition. You moaned his name, peeking over your shoulder at him. But he just watched himself sinking between the flesh of your thighs. He got himself off like that, bucking between your legs. He fed off of the disgruntled noises you made. The way you begged him to put it back in. The way you begged him to fuck you. The shameless desperation in your voice. This is what he lived for. Sure, you were a brat—and a mouthy one—but it was worth it dealing with you when he got you like this at the end of it all.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this, baby,” he grunted, feeling his orgasm brewing.

“My pussy feels better though,” you practically mewled.

“Yeah, you would want me to say that, huh?” he mocked you, knowing it was true. Your pussy was better, and you knew that. He knew it. But he didn’t need to say it.

He came shortly after that, hips stuttering against yours. The sheets underneath you grew wet and uncomfortable, and you were upset that he came on them instead of inside you. You wondered if that was really all he was going to do to you tonight. Use your thighs, and pathetically leave you to your own devices.

You lay there on the bed, a frown settled on your lips as you started to accept your fate.

“You’re lucky I’m in a decent mood today. You’ll only get ten.”

Instantly you felt relief flood into your entire being. Ten spanks; you could handle that. The last time you had gotten punished was for sending nudes to him while he was at work, and he gave you a good thirty smacks (fifteen on each ass cheek). Your skin was marked for days and the subtle sting lasted even longer. You enjoyed a good spanking, but sometimes they could be more pain than pleasure. Ten would be perfect.

You tried not to seem to happy, in case he decided to up the number. You waited patiently and quietly, just like he always wanted you to be. When he sat beside you and patted his thigh, you climbed into the usual position.

Your knees dug into the mattress on one side of him while your hands secured your upper half on the other side of his lap. If you were to lower yourself, your stomach would be lying on top of his thighs. But he wanted you to use your strength to hold yourself up—this was a punishment after all.

“You’re gonna keep count like a good girl, right?” he asked.

“Yes sir.”

He hummed in approval, his hands already kneading your ass. Your cunt felt a cool breeze from the A/C circulating in the room; you shivered.

“And you’re already wet? I barely even did anything yet,” Noah commented, shaking his head, “Let’s add another one.”

You whine “Eleven?” you asked incredulously.

“Yep. Count ‘em.”

Slap.

You gasped, not expecting the first one so soon. After a second you said, “One.”

Nine slaps against your cheek later, that familiar, searing sting was permeating throughout your lower half. It didn’t help that he left his wedding ring on, which only hurt even more. You were almost certain there would be an outline of his hand as he did every single smack on your left ass cheek.

“How many is that again, baby?”

“Ten.”

“Make this lucky number eleven,” he smirked to himself as he landed one, last, good slap on top of the same spot he had been going at. Your body flinched at the impact, and your cunt clenched around nothing, oozing a little more arousal out. This wasn’t unnoticed by your oh-so-observant husband who then spread your cheeks apart to get a good look at it, “You really like this shit, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, secretly praying for him to touch you, lick you, fuck you, anything.

“You don’t really deserve to be treated nicely after your bratty behavior today, though, huh?”

“I’m sorry, baby, really. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. We can go to your favorite lunch place, my treat! I’ll even get dessert.”

He scoffed out a laugh, “So desperate”.

You let out a small sigh of relief as you felt his fingertips rub over your wet cunt.

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Three times, your boyfriend had basically taken you by the hand, leading you to the very brink, the precipice, of an orgasm just to rip it away from you right before you could have it. Each time a whine would tear through your throat and escape through your lips before he would hush you with a kiss, telling you that would be the last one. But it wasn’t, it never was. He was in one of those moods again.

Noah would often get into these sadistic moods where he would thrive off of edging you, denying your release over and over and over again until he finally felt some sympathy for you. He luxuriated in the way your brows scrunched together and your mouth parted to let out a noise of unfathomable pleasure before it turned into squeaks of disappointment and frustration. With the little stunts you pulled at the banquet, you deserved the pain-pleasure of being denied. A smile would spread across his rosy lips when your knuckles would tighten then unfurl after being played for the nth time. It was all a game to him, and he only scored points when you looked disheveled, disheartened, and dissatisfied.

“Noe- Noah, please,” your voice came out in cracked breaths, desperation dripping off of your words.

“Yes, baby?” he was so patronizing in the way he addressed you, like he was so innocent.

“I need to cum,” you whimpered like a wounded animal, begging for mercy, “Please.”

“You need to?” he repeated, “Or you want to?”

“I-,” you had to be careful, because however you answered next would determine your fate in the next few minutes, “I need to.”

“That's so?” he asked after a moment of consideration.

You nodded, hissing when his fingertips touched the bruises he left from gripping your thigh while fucking them. The corners of his lips twitched, wanting to form a wicked smile. He continued to trail his fingers along your skin, over your hips and waist, past your navel, creating goosebumps in their wake. Up the center of your chest and the column of your throat, finally the digits came to a halt at your chin. They tilted your face towards his own as he now hovered close to you on your shared bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, before he spoke.

“Then I shouldn’t make my love wait any longer, huh?”

A venomous undertone was latent in the way he spoke. Your eyes began to tear up as you realized this will either be the finale of your torment or just another round of his cruel little game. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take, but you wanted to cum so bad you couldn’t think straight anymore.

You breathed deeply in and out of your nose, gritting your teeth behind tight lips as Noah’s fingers went back between your thighs, drawing meaningless lines and curves with the lightest touch possible. The skin between your thighs was sticky from the amount of arousal that had built up over the past thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of amusing Punishment turned into agony.

The first time, he had you pressed against the wall, your clothes still on. His knee was pressed against your cunt, expertly bucking up between your thighs until you were crying out his name and gripping onto his shirt for dear life. Then he was pulling away, tossing you onto the bed unceremoniously.

The second time, he was eating you out, relentlessly lapping at your clit like a piece of candy. And he didn’t stop until you were squeezing your legs around his head, moans spilling from your pretty lips. The same lips that whined out when he came up with a wet smirk on his own lips, mischief prominent in the way he moved up to kiss you.

The third time, he had been making out with you fervently, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs and mashed lips and teeth. He couldn’t hold back his grunts as he slotted his hips between yours and humped you. Both of you were still in your clothes, but only undergarments. You could practically feel his erection against your pelvis, the tip moistening his boxers as it bumped against your folds with every thrust of his hips. You were so close that third time, the closest you had gotten, only for him to pull away with a laugh when he noticed how pathetic you looked.

But now was the fourth time, and it seemed he was going to finger you. Usually your boyfriend liked to cum inside of you, so your chances of cumming soon were looking slim to none. Your chest deflated when you came to the realization, and Noah noticed the shift in your expressions. A crack formed in his sadistic, playful demeanor.

“Want you to cum on my fingers. You can do that, can’t you, baby?” he kissed your cheek lovingly as his fingers finally slipped between the cushions of your thighs. The sides of his hands accumulated the arousal from your skin while his fingertips collected it from the depths of your slit. A chill went down your spine as you finally got him to touch you, like, actually touch you. Not with his knee or his tongue, “ Y/N?”

“Yes,” you panted, already having forgotten the question. All you could think about was the pads of his middle and ring fingers teasing the slick skin around your clit. Your hips were bucking into his, yearning for more of him. He found it amusing, a cocky smile showing as he finally moved his fingers to your hole, dipping them in. His eyes watched your face contort with pleasure as he slowly sunk his fingers deeper, knuckle by knuckle, until he couldn’t go any more.

He slowly pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in, repeating those fluid movements again and again. He created a pace that had your head digging into the pillows and your back arching. Your hands were clutching at his arm and the bed sheets, your fingernails denting his skin and your fingers twisting the sheets in their grip.

You were painfully aware of the wet sounds coming from between your legs. The squelching caused your ears and cheeks to burn with embarrassment, but it only turned Noah on more than he already was. He loved knowing that he could make you this wet. That with a little foreplay and teasing, he could turn you into the biggest mess, and all without you cumming. If his pride could be measured it would’ve broken a scale by now.

“Cum on my fingers,” he said, gaze intense as he watched you get closer and closer to release. He knew your tells so well by now. The way you clenched around him was a dead giveaway, but your thighs also twitched and shifted, like you wanted to run but had nowhere to go. Your chest moved sporadically with your uneven, rugged breaths. Your moans became unbridled and carnal.

“Can I?” you whimpered, praying this wasn’t just some cruel joke he was making before he ripped the rug out from under your feet again.

“Yeah, baby, come on. Make a mess on my fingers, I want you to.”

Before he could even finish talking, you were already letting out a moan-like sigh, your hips pressing up against his soaked fingers. As soon as you finished, they fell back against the bed, and you were now aware of just how wet the sheets had gotten. But you didn’t care in that moment, and you wouldn’t for a while longer. You only cared about the buzzing sensation riding throughout your lower half, like electricity running through an electric fence. It crackled in your abdomen, your thighs, your toes, your clit. You forgot how good it felt to actually cum. Maybe now you were starting to understand why Noah got off on doing this to you

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